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thebadboyfanclub · 1 year

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My Little Sea Snake (Aemond x Reader)

Requested by @duhitzdae. Your requests are getting more and more difficult so I hope I wrote this the way you wished!

(Y/n) Velaryon was the first born child of Rhaenyra and Laenor Velaryon, a true born heir created during the few times that her parents laid together, Rhaenyra was relieved when she was born, she had successfully done her part and completed her duty, it is rather grim to look at one’s birth as a simple duty but that was the truth of it.

(Y/n) inherited her fathers skin tone and long white mane yet her eyes were ice blue, to look at her was to love her, she was a beauty in her own way. As a babe she would cause a ruckus until she was safely tucked in her fathers eyes, “my little sea snake” he would teasingly call her as he rocked her back and forth and sang lullabies to her, every night before Laenor snuck out of the castle he would only do so after he rocked his baby girl to sleep, all the wet nurses were at awe at the devoted father. Laenor loved all his… children however would someone blame him for having a soft spot for (y/n)? She was his heir, his blood ran through her veins.

Her home was the ocean and the little girl would squeal with joy when her father brought her to sea for the first time, the water splashing on her brought her an immense amount of bliss while her father held her tightly, Laenor would often reminisce of that morrow, his pride and joy was the reason he upheld his marriage even in the slightest.

Rhaenyra loved her daughter yet when he looked at she represented everything she hated, a forced marriage out of convenience, she did not despise her husband nor her child but her heart resided somewhere else.

When her brother Jacaerys was born (y/n) tried to take a peek at the small babe, it was love at first sight for her although as he grew she heard whispers of how different they looked.

Time seemed to fly by and now her mother had given birth to another son, “another child to love while she ignores me” she thought, she put on the best show for everyone as she congratulated her mother who only half smiled and looked away from (y/n).

She had grown to turn a blind eye to her mothers cold manner, on the other hand it still hurt for a daughter to be brushed away from her own mother, she would have to stand by while her mother coddled her brothers, petting them and kissing them all the time, her father would pick up on his daughters sadness and run to her to smother her.

She had just landed from her dragon when she heard a loud cry from inside the castle at driftmark, the ceremony of her dear aunt leanas funeral had been heavy on her, especially when she saw her father grieving while he stood in the ocean with the water up to his waist.

Instinctively she ran as fast as her legs could carry her. The sight she met was brutal, her grandmother crying on top of a half burned corpse as her grandfather yelled at some soldier

“Father?”

She mumbled as her eyes filled with tears, she did not feel the impact of her knees crashing on the floor, she crawled next to the body still trying to process what was happening, her grandmothers crying made her want to rip off her ears from her head.

“It cannot be, Grandmother… it’s not my father is it?”

The last thing she remembers was her grandmothers blue eyes looking back at her, collapsing at the floor unconscious while her grandfather took her in his arms.

“Oh my dear, my dear (y/n)”

She watched from afar the wedding ceremony take place, her mother marrying Prince Daemon while her father had just lost his life hours ago. How ruthless can one be? She had enough when she saw them kiss, commanding her dragon to fly and land right in front of them. Everyone stepped back except the couple, Vermithor was one of the biggest dragons to ever grace the earth, an intimidating beast that (y/n) managed to claim stood before them while the girl looked down of them, tears streaming down her eyes.

“Congratulations to the happy couple. You two deserve each other, do not worry Rhaenyra I won’t spoil your marriage but just remember, I owe you a death”

(Y/n) flew and found safety to Pentos, she was greeted and treated like royalty as the Prince of Pentos gifted her a small castle and the land that surrounded it, (y/n) had changed from a girl to a cold hearted person in one nightfall. She trained until her feet bled, she had suffered so many injuries that after a while she didn’t really experience pain, (y/n) had cuts and scars all over her arms and legs from the battles she had part taken in honour of her grandsire Corlys, she stood by him and was willing to give her life towards his cause.

“The Faceless nightmare” was the nickname she had earned, a particular thing she had picked up was covering her face from the nose and down when she fought while her dragon flew above her and burned everything in her command, no one really knew what she looked like except her ice cold eyes, the most brutal and strongest soldier her grandisre had.

When Corlys laid ill of blood fever she could sense what was going to come for them, Vaemond was a crow that circled patiently until he saw a corpse he could feast on, specifically her grandsire, it truly disgusted her how can one secretly hope for the death of their own blood for glory.

“They cannot allow this grandsire, you are not dead”

“They know that my dearest, it is just another shot to Rhaenyra”

“I do not care about the throne but I must put a stop to this sick claim that wishes for you to die”

“Come here my little sea snake”

Corlys laid in his bed as (y/n) paced back and forth. The man could barely speak due to his fever, however as (y/n)s parental figure he felt obligated to support her in her delirium that had her causing up a storm with her circles.

(Y/n) complied, she sat next to his bed with her knees touching the floor as she took his warm hands in hers, his fever had gotten the best of him.

“Listen to me, you must go to the red keep on my behalf, back your mothers claim”

“No, I will not stand on her side”

“Your brother will be a good ruler, I know my brother and he will bring our Velaryon legacy to its knees. Don’t do it for her, do it for your grandsire, you will be heir one day, put your differences aside and do what’s right for the family”

When Rhaenyra arrived with her family at the red keep she was surprised to see the bronze fury outside of the castle, the humungous beast could only mean that her daughter was also close by, countless questions occupied her mind, has she sided with Vaemond? Was she here to claim driftmark for herself? Endless possible schemes made Rhaenyras head ache.

What was even more surprising was when Rhaenyra saw her daughter holding king Viserys as the walked in the throne room side by side.

“King Viserys of house Targaryen, the first of his name, king of the andals and the rhoynar and the first men, lord of the seven kingdoms and protector of the realm, with his grand daughter princess (y/n) Velaryon, princess of dragon stone and a swore knight to Lord Corlys Velaryon”

(Y/n) was still dressed in armour attire as she supported her grandsire, her face covered like she was going to battle, mentally she was, she would actually feel more comfortable if she charged in the room with her sword in hand as she slashed through every single one of them. Now she had to play pretend and act all prim and proper in the presence of “noble” people that most of them wanted her dead.

“My grandsire will sit on the iron throne today Lord Otto”

(Y/n) declared as the older man stepped aside, she was never fond of Otto, he had ambitions and was an extremely calculated person, there was no authenticity when it came to his behaviour.

Meeting her mothers eyes was surreal. She was covered in scars from wounds that had fully healed yet the scar that her mother had created all these years ago still bled, all a girl ever needs is her mother, (y/n) never had that and then Rhaenyra robbed her from her father as well.

“Here my king”

She whispered to Viserys as she assisted him to settle on the throne. The sick old man looked at his grand daughter, with his weak hand he reached up to take off the cloth that covered her face, she saw how Viserys smiled fondly at the sight of her face being exposed, under all this armour and the tough facade was his little grand daughter was hiding, as the moments went by he could see her clear as the sky.

“My dearest (y/n)”

He managed to speak, (y/n) leaned into his hand that caressed her cheek, the touch deprived teenager in her screamed for comfort as her grandsire showed the affection she had missed, if her father was here everything would have been so different.

“May I speak my king?”

“Of course”

(Y/n) left her grandsires side to join the others, before she spoke she walked towards her grandmothers side to hold her hand. Rhaenys squeeze with might, to gaze at her grand daughter was like looking into Laenor, Rhaenys adored (y/n) ever since she was born, she was completely aware of her sons nature and her arrival was gods gift.

“My grandsire Lord Corlys is alive and resting, his recovery is slow yet steady, he send me here as his messenger. Firstly, he told me to hold his wife tightly and tell her how much he missed her. Second, he is severely disheartened about any petitions when it comes to his successor, my grandsire has always wished for my brother to take his place at drift mark, he asks for my aunt Leanas daughters to be betrothed to Jacaerys and Lucerys so we can strengthen the Velaryon Legacy. Lastly I wish to announce my proposition on my betrothal, it is not tradition still I ask of king Viserys to allow my betrothal with Aemond Targaryen, I have been informed that he is a fine sword man as well as a mighty dragon rider, let us join our houses once again”

Whispers took over the room as the news of her betrothal were heard.(y/n) had not seen Aemond since the incident at driftmark, she was the only one to defend him that night as the others scarred him for life for what (y/n) considered a petty argument, till this day she could not forgive herself when it came to her fail of protecting the young boy, this was her way to make up for the damage she allowed to take place.

“What bliss! My dearest (y/n)-“

“No”

Rhaenyra interrupted the king. She was fuming, how dare she match in here and declare her betrothal to a green, she could not comprehend that her own daughter was scheming against her. (Y/n) spun to face her mother, confusion written all over her face, she had backed up Rhaenyras claim, she secured her brothers succession what more did she want?

“No?”

“You have some nerve, overshadowing your brothers with your so called wedding plans, you want driftmark to pass to your brother while you scheme against the throne”

“It is an honest offering to uphold the peace that you keep disturbing”

“It is a malicious and calculated movement against your own family, have you no shame?”

(Y/n) did not speak, she just kept eye contact with the woman she called mother. (Y/n) had pushed her pride aside, she swallowed her pain, she ran away and came back to support her, yet nothing was good enough. Tears welled up in (y/n)s eyes as Rhaenyra scoffed at the vulnerable movement of her daughter that she thought was another play for manipulation.

“Tears? Really?”

“That is enough! As your king I command you to stop”

“You speak of family? All I ever craved was your love, I did everything to make you proud and you casted me aside, what do they have that I don’t? You were my mother”

“settle down now”

(Y/n) heard Aemond whisper to her at an attempt to console her while he rubbed her upper arms compassionately, tears had managed to escape (y/n)s eyes as she tried so desperately to find some type of emotion in her mothers eyes.

Aemond felt his heart ache at the sight, (y/n) had managed to go from a fierce warrior to a little girl in a blink of an eye, begging for a crumb of her mothers affection, he could not stand for it.

He had always kept the warm memory of her standing between him and her brothers to protect him in his mind for all these years or when she held his hand while the maester stitched up his eye, she was gentle soul which was something he could not say he would often listen to stories about her brothers.

Aemond would sometimes listen to conversations about (y/n)s accomplishments and admire her courage, now it was time for him to pay her back with the same kindness.

“The matter is settled, again. I hereby reaffirm prince Jacaerys of house Velaryon as heir to driftmark, the driftwood throne and the next lord of the tides. Let it be known that princess (y/n) of house Velaryon is betrothed to my son prince Aemond Targaryen, after their wedding (y/n) will be announced as my successor as I declare that my throne will pass to princess (y/n), making prince Aemond the next king consort”

“What?”

“Father you cannot-“

“You are a cruel woman Rhaenyra, your own daughter came from the battlefield to support you, to honour your family and you spoke in such… viciousness. You are not worthy of the throne, but (y/n)…. She is… destined to become a legend”

The man started to breathe heavy as you could listen to the pain he was experiencing. (Y/n) froze in her spot while Aemond held her hand, an act of intimacy he performed to show support in his betrothed, her hand was cold as Aemonds thumb made circles on her flesh, a subtle way to say “I am here”

“Let us be done with this”

Was the last thing the king declared before his wife tended to him and called for the maesters. If looks could kill Rhaenyra would have stabbed her daughter right in the heart, that was until Aemond did what (y/n) had done for him in his time of need, he took one step to stand in front of (y/n), acting like a human shield for the vulnerable woman while her mother was ready to assault her.

“Congratulations nephew, I look forward to the small court meetings we will attend together”

Aemond teased Jacaerys, he had no reason to do it other than taking the attention off of (y/n) who gripped his hand with all her might, before Jacaerys could respond Aemond turned his back on them and wrapped a hand around (y/n)s shoulders, to him it seemed like he was putting a wall between them and her, a wall (y/n) desperately needed.

(Y/n) gazed up at him with eyes full of gratitude, her bottom lip trembling as she put a fight to not sob in his arms, Aemond was a stranger, a distant family member yet he rose to the occasion better than her immediate family.

(Y/n) had to admit that after years of fighting and killing it felt nice to allow someone to protect her, even if the person he protected her from was the woman that broke her hips and went through hours of pain. (Y/n) thought of how she had paid back for those labour pains, (y/n) had been in pain all her life.

“Come along (y/n), I believe we have so much to talk about”

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padfootdaredmetoo · 3 months

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Tommy x wife reader: Charlie and Ruby are theirs (no grace or lizzie) and they have a few other children, in order of their ages: Charles (Charlie) James (Jamie) Edward (Teddie) Ruby (Ru)

And just after Ruby dies and Tommy finds out he’s dying, his wife finds out she is pregnant again and she is just traumatised by it as she’s lost her only daughter and her aunt-in-law and about to lose her husband too

But Tommy doesn’t die and they have a baby girl, who they name Rose Elizabeth, because Ruby loved roses and after Polly and they nickname her Posy as a portmanteau of Rosy and Polly

Hey Love,

Sorry it took forever. This one is pretty sad and I really enjoyed writing it. Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Peaky Themes, Childbirth, Child death, grieving.

Not a single dull day had passed in Arrow House. It was always loud as the children ran around causing chaos. Today was so silent you could drop a tack in the kitchen and hear it in the attic.

You lay on the floor of your youngest daughter's room. Your little girl. The grief clenched in your chest and you felt your heart miss a beat as your body twisted in on itself. You’d never felt such a loss in your life.

Now you have a baby in your stomach, your husband is going to die leaving you with three boys. You knew you should be with him, enjoy his presence while you have him here amongst the living.

How could you worry about anything after watching your daughter slip from the world just a day ago? You remember holding her hand and singing to her. Thomas holding it together just until her eyes fluttered closed before falling apart in a way you didn't think him capable of.

You sat there silently. Something deep inside you felt at peace. She was safe where she was. Polly was with her. Knowing something deep in your soul had never taken away from the way your brain and body worked.

Your body hadn’t stopped shaking since it happened. Your limbs vibrating as you lay on her pink carpet. You felt discarded like all the stuffies and dolls that lay on the floor around you. Without her to come and breathe life into you, you would stay on the carpet like a doll.

Teddie was the first person to find you. His small body came and curled up against your side. The warmth of him seeped into your icy body.

A mother could only stop being a mother once she had no children left. And you had three. This moment of sadness and grief couldn't go on for the eternity you felt it needed. You had boys to wrangle. Little Ruby adored her brothers and you knew she wouldn't ever forgive you if you let them down.

With the strength of a British Mum, you brushed the tears off your cheeks with the side of your hand. You sat up even though every selfish part of you screamed to lay back down on that carpet. To rot away to a place where you could hold her again.

“Hey, Teddie.” You whispered running a hand down the small boy’s back.

“Mum I’m hungry.” He mumbled.

“Teddie! Dad said we have to leave her alone.” Charlie was in the doorway, with his arms crossed. His tone was angry and you could swear he looked years older than the last time you saw him.

“Darling, never leave me alone.” You said giving him a serious look. His face faltered slightly as he took in your words. “I’m still a mum. And mum’s make dinner, let’s go. Into the kitchen.”

Teddie was happy and you picked him up even though he was far too big for that now. Walking down the hallway, Charlie surprised you when he opened Jamie’s door.

You sat Teddie on his favorite spot on the counter and started getting out various pots and pans.

“She’s up.” He said and your middle boy came into the hallway. Silently the four of you made it into the kitchen. Grief was creeping in all the shadows of the room as Charlie made a fire.

“Ruby isn't coming home is she?” Teddie asked. Charlie let out a sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose in the way only the eldest child could.

“No, she’s with Aunt Polly now. They live in the sky.” Jamie answered softly. You gripped the edges of the pot tightly as you pushed down the intense feelings threatening to overflow again.

The window opened and you could hear her voice on the wind that whipped around your face.

Keep Going.

That’s what you did. Death be dammed you’d made a deal with God to sacrifice and survive for these boys and that’s what you would do.

With a cracking heart you closed the window and looked around the kitchen at the boy's stunned faces.

“Please tell me you heard that as well right?” Charlie said with wide eyes.

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One dinner down a lifetime left to go.

The weeks turned into a month and the pain did not relent. You had no moments of peace only the love felt by shared grieving. Esme was always around now. All the kids lumped together in Arrow House like the days of the Changretta feud. She made sure your hair got brushed and your outfits matched.

Arthur came around every day. He kept Tommy together while they worked out all this conflict. He feels a war is coming and you couldn't imagine it could be anything worse than the one raging in your mind. Alfie stops by and tells you things that confirm it will be much worse.

Three boys, and a war.

You put your make-up on so you have a reason not to cry during the day.

You spend every evening with Tommy. You know what he is doing is important. It could change the outcome for the rest of the families on the planet. So you sacrifice your time with him and survive on the couch reading. When really you just stare into the fire wishing everything would burn up to be reborn as something new.

Three boys and one more undetermined in your stomach. Your hand rested there often. You expected to lose the baby so you didn't really think about it. If they did come into this world you prayed it would be before Tommy passed. Grieving with a baby in your stomach would be easier than grieving with a newborn. But you wanted them to meet their father, even if it was for a fleeting moment. You would suffer and survive.

Tommy finally got over himself and got a second opinion. He hated doctors and you expected him to be in a foul mood when he got back from a series of appointments in London. Alfie accompanied him back and you placed a plate of biscuits and cups of tea on the kitchen table. The kitchen was for family, but Alfie somehow managed to get an invitation out of Tommy. You were always happy to see him, but were wary of the news he often brought these days. You took a seat and he grabbed your hand and held it. Your mind flashed back to the good old days when something so small would have sent Tommy after him in a rage.

Alfie knew better than to ask how you were keeping. Tommy finally sat down at the head of the table, he looked pale. Too pale to drive, which explains why Alfie had come back with him.

“I’m not sick.” His eyes closed and he leaned back against the chair.

“What?” You whispered.

“The f-uck-ing doctor was working for that stupid mustache piece of shit,” Alfie said his voice was venomous but his smile was unshakeable.

“You're not going to die.” Your eyes moved to Tommy and he shook his head.

“Going to have to wait a while longer to steal you away, love.” Alfie's voice was all humor now, but he knew it was time to let go of your hand when Tommy flashed him a look. The look of the old Tommy.

“I’m pregnant.” You blurted out.

“Looks like I dodged a bullet. Last thing I wanted to be raising up another little Shelby brat.” Alfie was laughing and Tommy smiled. A genuine smile.

You were happy, and then the brutal deafening sadness crashed down on you. The sheer panic of having a child hits again and the nausea has you throwing your head back in the sink. Tommy is there pulling your hair up.

“Like she would ever go for you,” Tommy said easily taking a sip of tea.

“Shit,” Alfie says from the counter near you. He gets a glass for Tommy to fill with water.

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You told Esme and you both held on to each other as you cried.

“I never thought I would say this but thank God Tommy will be alright.” She shook her head as the words strangled her. “You’ll never have to know what it’s like to raise em up with out their father.”

You both cried on the kitchen floor for a long while.

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The time came and you had high blood pressure meaning you had to do things in the hospital. Something that made everything a thousand times more painful. But that was your baby, and you would sacrifice and they would survive.

They kept trying to medicate you and Esme kept throwing nurses out of the room screaming at them in Romani when English wasn't scary enough. In the thick of it you kept crying out for Polly.

You didn't want these strangers to help you. They didn't care about you or your baby. They weren't family. Arthur came and spoke to Esme in the doorway for a moment. You expected news that Tommy wouldn't make it in time or that something worse had happened.

Instead, Esme handed you one of Polly’s rosaries to hold. You gripped the cold crystal beads and felt yourself split apart over all the reasons you were crying.

Tommy showed up and commanded the room with Esme. The window blew open letting cold air around the room and you could feel her love for you.

You gave birth to a little girl.

There were no pictures taken as you bawled. You got her latched on to your breast and cried and cried. The nurses kept pushing for sedation but Esme started at them and Tommy pointed towards the door. Arthur came in and read a passage from his bible for you. You're not sure why exactly but it helped. It felt like a blessing that this baby would be alright.

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You brought her home the same night, itching to get out of the hospital. You carried her in and watched all your boys get excited. You handed her off to Charlie first.

“I love it when they look like grumpy old men,” Jamie said with a smile, Teddie let out a loud laugh.

“She does look like an old man.”

“What did you name her?” Charlie asked his finger tracing down the slope of her nose.

“Rose Elizabeth,” Tommy said sitting next to him placing his arm around his eldest son.

“Posy then,” Charlie said with a sense of finality.

Charlie, Jamie, Teddie, and Posy. Your heart was happy and sad at the same time.

Jamie came round and put his arm around you.

“Love you mum.” He whispered and you wondered when he got old enough to kiss the top of your head. The boys were strong like their father, and you had no doubts they were strong enough to carry you and Posy.

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This chunk of time was easier than it was with the other four kids. Tommy took time off. Churchill had other moves he wanted to play and for now, Tommy wasn’t involved.

He’d sit while you breastfed in the night, he’d change nappies, and read stories. You watched him be a girl dad again and the pain was harsh and beautiful at the same time.

Esme helped you take down Ruby’s room. The idea of moving one of the boys to a different floor or wing of the house made your skin itch. Ruby’s room needed to be emptied.

You aired the room out and you knew that she would be happy about giving it to her sister. Esme assured you at every turn that she wouldn't be angry at you.

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Eventually Arrow House moved on. Posy was very attached to the idea she had both an Aunt and a sister in the sky watching over her.

The war came and what was left of the family did what they had to do. Thankfully Posy was there with you so you were never alone.

Thankfully when it was all over all your boys came home to you.

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psychic-refugee · 1 year

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For @mermaid886

Theme: Practical Magic/Bloodline Curse

The Frump women were known to be powerful witches and utterly beautiful. Morticia Frump was no different.

She found love with Gomez Addams, and while she took his name and gave it to her children, the Frump bloodline would always win out and any child born of a Frump was considered a Frump to the small eastern seaside village of Jericho, Vermont.

She may call herself Morticia Addams, but the Frump women’s curse followed her still.

She loved Gomez deeply and passionately for ten years. He gave her two beautiful children, Wednesday and Pugsly. Both had the spark of magic and Morticia worried for them because despite three hundred years passing since the first Frump woman, Mortina Frump, the town still seemed fearful of anyone of Frump blood.

The curse came for Gomez one fateful night as he drove down a particularly treacherous and slick road.

Despite knowing of the curse and doing everything in her power to fight it, another man who knew a Frump woman’s love had succumb.

Morticia died of a broken heart.

Young Wednesday stood over their graves, her tears falling until they ran out. She promised herself,

“I will never fall in love. I will never have a family…the Frump women’s curse ends with me.”

Grandmama Frump and Pugsly were sad to hear such a thing from Wednesday, but neither could give comfort to the grieving girl.

As they got older, their powers emerged, proving their Frump blood. One night, Pugsly was unable to sleep and found his sister with a wooden bowl in the greenhouse.

She went from herb to herb and flower to flower, a plethora of flora they grew for their spells and cooking alike. She whispered her spell as she plucked a petal or leaf and placed it in her bowl.

She took the petal of a camellia flower and the bud off a willow branch:

He shall tower over me like a Willow His eyes will be as green as a rose leaf

She grabbed the entire head of a spider lily, and a black feather:

He will not fear the dark or things that crawl He will know the Raven’s Song by heart

She tore a petal of a katniss, and pinched the pollen of a dahlia:

He will be able to shoot an arrow backwards He will be able to draw my face even if he’s never seen me

She squeezed the seedpod of a poppy, and took the head of a black pansy:

He will whisper my name in his dreams and when he smiles, his dimples will melt my cold black heart

“I thought you never wanted to fall in love?” he questioned why his sister would invoke Amas Veritas, the most potent true love spell in their grimoire.

“I do not. This boy…this boy does not exist,” she had made sure to describe her perfect love, for the spell wouldn’t work if she wasn’t sincere. She had high, impossible standards and knew nothing would be able to thaw the coldness that had wrapped itself around her heart since their parents died. “If he does not exist, then I cannot fall in love. If I do not fall in love, then I will not have a family and I will not leave children to mourn me and their father…the curse ends with me.”

Pugsly fiercely missed their mother and father, he had seen the devastation that tore through their mother at the loss of their father. He didn’t think any of it fair, but there was nothing he could say.

Wednesday was right, the Frump women of their line were cursed, and it didn’t seem to go through the male line. The men also couldn’t pass on the magic, either.

He mourned for his sister, he mourned that the magic that endured for hundreds of years would end with them. A lone tear escaped his eyes as he saw his sister lift the bowl to be bathed in the light of the moon.

With her magic, the wind swept the petals and spell away on the cool spring air, swirling through Jericho until it was out of sight.

Wednesday didn’t know what happened to her spell, she assumed since the boy she described didn’t exist, it would simply be swept out to sea, to drown and take the future of their magic with it.

Unbeknownst to either sibling, the breeze carried the spell to the roof of a penthouse in New York City.

Little Xavier should have been asleep in his bed, but his father had missed his archery tournament, again. His father missed every important event in his life, even his birthday a few months ago.

He was too quiet, his eyes too intense, his smile too wide, he was a bit of too everything to make any friends at his school. He was lonely and desperate for a friend.

He even allowed the spider that made its home on the rooftop crawl upon his hand, and he had let it down on a drawing of a girl with pigtails with a raven on her shoulder.

“At least tomorrow is Wednesday,” he told himself. It was his favorite day of the week, he had no idea why, but he always looked forward to Wednesdays.

A nanny had one told him if she wished upon the first star he saw at night, it would come true.

So, the first star he saw when he looked up and whispered,

“I wish I had a friend, someone just for me.”

He was confused when he found himself showered with flower petals, and a raven feather had softly drifted down and landed in his hand.

He kept that feather for years, even when his father had courted a scandal so bad that they had to move to a seaside nowhere town in Vermont to lay low for his senior year.

The town was so small, that the only thing worth gossiping about were the Frump siblings,

“Wednesday’s a witch, so watch out,” Ajax, the boy assigned to show him around told him. “She’s actually really quiet and doesn’t bother most. I don’t even think she means to curse people. They just get on her nerves and her irritation is so great, they find themselves dropping dead for no reason.”

Xavier had no idea what to say to that, but he did wonder where the hell his father had moved them to.

It wasn’t until he met a girl who he thought only existed in his dreams, that he thought perhaps she did have magic as she certainly bewitched him with her dark eyes and berry bitten lips.

He couldn’t help the smile that graced his face when she looked him up and down, most were unused to seeing someone as tall as he at their age, and he grew concerned when she looked absolutely baffled and speechless at the sight of his dimples.

#Wenvier Moodboard #Fanfic Inspo #Wednesday Addams x Xavier Thorpe #Wednesday Addams #Xavier Thorpe #Wenvier

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It’s been weeks.

Months even and Spider felt terrible. He felt like an outcast, like a burden.

He probably was one anyways.

The Sullys were still mourning, the grief sitting deep within their soul. They lost their eldest son, their first child, their first joy. Spider understood why they were still mourning Neteyams loss.

After Neteyam had died Jake spend more time with his kids. He asked them how their day was, what they did, if they achieved anything. He‘d smile at the stories Tuk and Kiri told him and give Lo‘ak some tips about how he could improve his hunting. Neytiri sat beside them, slightly smiling while prepping the food.

Spider was left out. He always was.

Jake invited him for dinner right after Neteyams funeral but Spider saw the look in Neytiris eyes. He saw that he was unwanted, so he passed the offer. He told Jake he was tired and needed to rest.

Luckily Jake got the Metkayina to allow Norm to place Spider‘s shack a couple minutes away from the village. It turned into Spiders safe space.

Usally he hated being in his shack alone but over the past months he learned to love the time he got to spend there.

Most of the time Spider would stand in front of the little mirror, looking at his reflection. He felt wrong, he felt like he didn‘t deserve to wear the clothes he wore. The light material starting to itch on his skin in agony.

Tears made their way down his face, burning his skin. At least it felt like that. His body shaking at the force of his sobs, his legs barely able to hold him upright as he stared at the boy in the mirror.

He didn‘t identify with the Spider he saw everyday. It felt wrong, like he was just holding up a very bad act. He was ashamed of himself for the way he acted all this years. He hated himself for trying to fit it with a species that was so different from his.

Spider remembered the day Kiri repainted his blue stripes…

He ran off to his shack, rubbing them off under the shower until his skin almost bled. He didn‘t deserve the blue paint, he didn‘t deserve to be Na‘vi. He wasn‘t Na’vi and he would never be. Neytiri made sure to remind him of that.

When Kiri asked him why he washed them off he simply shrugged and told her the paint was itchy. He knew she saw trough his terrible lies but she didn‘t ask further. She just took that answer and didn‘t ask him again. His heart broke at that.

Normally Kiri was always the one looking out for him, always asking how he was, if he ate and drank, if he was happy. She stopped doing that after he came back from the RDA and Spider understood, he really did. She just lost her older brother and was grieving. He understood that she didn‘t had enough engery to put up with a broken 16-year old. He understood, but it still hurt.

Then there was Tuk…

The little girl had liked him since she could remember. She always treated him like a Sully, even if Neytiri forbid her to include him in certain activities. Tuk didn‘t care. She was always searching for Spider, wanting to play with him, when Lo‘ak and Neteyam were out with Jake and Kiri helped her mom.

Sometimes Spider felt just like a plan b to her but that was better than nothing, right? At least she was searching for his presence.

Since Neteyams funeral she stuck to Lo‘ak and Kiri, spending so much time with her siblings, that she barely even spoke to Spider. He missed her enthusiastic stories but she made clear that she wasn‘t in the mood to talk to Spider. At least that was what he thought.

After his escape from the RDA Spider thought that his relationship with Lo‘k would be the same as before but it wasn‘t. Their current relationship was terrible. Lo‘ak didn‘t spoke to him and Spider didn‘t even dare to look at his friend. That was what they were, right? They were still friends, right? Even if then didn‘t talk to eachother…

Spider knew why Lo‘ak ignored him. He was the reason Neteyam died after all. Neteyam went back for him and sighed his death warrant. That was a debt Spider thought he‘ll never be able to pay off. He took a child, a brother from a family. It would only be fair for him to die too.

No, he should’ve died in the first place. He should’ve been to one Lyle shot, not Neteyam. Not perfect, flawless Neteyam…

The way Jake hugged Spider after the battle didn‘t feel right. It was wrong, it was messed up. Jake surely didn‘t know what Spider had done. If he knew he would hate Spider. He would send him back to the Omaticaya, back to Norm and Max. He would understand why Neytiri never liked Spider in the first place.

Jake would finally open his eyes to who Spider was. That he was a human, a terrible human. Just like his father…

Dispise Neytiris hatred for Spider Jake had always tried to include the little human boy. It didn‘t really work.

Jake never was as gentle with Spider as he was with his children. When Spider fell he would never take him in his arms and tell him it‘ll be okay. He never helped Neytiri treat his wounds. No… He always called for Norm and Max, letting them take over.

Jake never checked with Spider the way he checked with his children and of course, Spider wasn‘t his child but he was a child. A child without parents on a planet where he didn‘t belong.

There was a time once where Spider didn‘t eat for almost four days. No one would‘ve noticed if he didn‘t collapsed while playing with Lo’ak. The Na‘vi boy ran to get his dad and what did Jake did? He called Norm and Max letting them handle this problem.

He never asked Spider why he didn‘t eat. If he would‘ve he would‘ve know that Spider did it to get attention. Attention from Jake. He seeked out for parental affection, affection he didn‘t get.

If Jake would‘ve checked in with Spider even once in his life he would‘ve know that Spider decided to get dreads cause Jake had them and Jake was the one Spider looked up to.

Everything Spider did, he did so Jake would finally see him, really see him but the older man didn‘t seem to pick up the very obvious hints.

Or maybe he did notice but didn‘t want to act. Maybe he understood that Spider wanted more but simply ignored it. Maybe he thought Spider wasn‘t worth it, like Neytiri told him all the times. Maybe Spider was too weak, too human…

If Jake didn‘t notice Spider even with all his efforts, maybe he should just stop trying at all. It was useless anyway.

So Spider stopped trying.

He started with cutting his hair, letting his dread locks fall to the floor of his shack. Everyone knew that Spiders hair was sacred to him and that he rarely cut it, so the Sullys were beyond shocked when they saw his new haircut. He still remembered the look Kiri had on her face when she saw Spider with his buzzed hair. It was disappointment, it was sadness.

Kiri had loved his hair. It looked sturdy but it was so soft. Kiri loved to play with it. She could do that for hours.

When she saw Spider with his buzzed hair she was almost shell schocked but Spider told her he liked it that way so she didn‘t ask any further.

On one side it hurt Spider that they didn‘t dig any deeper and that they just took what he gave them, but on the other side he only knew it that way. It had never been different. Even the Tsahik of the Metkayina noticed that Spider wasn‘t okay and that he needed help, but no one else saw. No one acted like they really cared for Spider and his well being.

The next thing Spider did was starting to wear t-shirts.

He used them to hide his slim, weak body, but also wore them because he started to feel cold in the ocean breeze.

He never was cold in the forstet. He ran around without a shirt since he could think but now he could leave his shack with at least a tanktop.

Jake was became suspicious when he noticed that Spider began to wear human clothing on a regular basis and wanted to ask the boy about it but Neytiri just talked it down. She told Jake he probably finally came to realisation that he was human and not Na‘vi. It reassured Neytiri that the human boy finally acted like one. Maybe now he would stop bothering her and her family.

The shirt gave Spider some kind of safety. A safety that he didn‘t get from the Sully’s. It hid his thin arms and his showing rips…

Yes it was annoying to go swimming with it but Spider didn‘t care. He rather run around with a clingy, wet shirt, or ran over 2 hours to chance it than getting weird looks about his body.

He wasn‘t confident in his body, not since he realised - a couple years ago - that he would never be Na‘vi, that he would always be like that. That realisation took a bit of his joy for life.

He never would be full Na‘vi, so why try?

After he wore the shirt for a couple of weeks he started to wear shorts too. He never was so thankful for Norm and his urge to get Spider to wear normal clothes.

Kiri saw Spider wearing shorts a couple of times before she went to talk to her dad.

“Are you sure he is fine?“, she asked her father, worry spread on her face.

„Yes, why wouldn‘t he be?“

“Because he started wearing sky people clothing… Don‘t tell me you can‘t remember all the times Norm tried to get him to wear shirts and he would scream in protest. Something isn‘t okay dad. He, he isn‘t fine. Someone needs to check on him!“, Kiri demanded.

Jake gave her a conflicted look, thinking about what his mate told him. He probably came to realisation that he wasn‘t Na‘vi and that he would never be, no matter how many blue stripes he painted on his skin. But on the other hand he noticed too. Spider was behaving different. Jake barely saw him eating, he barely saw Spider anyway.

The boy mostly excused himself, hiding in his shack. It was unusual. Highly unusual…

Normally Spider was out with the kids till eclipse, always chasing after them, laughing till his rips hurt and the smile almost fell off his face, but this Spider, the Spider who returned from the RDA was different.

„Maybe you’re right baby girl. I‘m gonna look after him after dinner“, Jake gave in with a tired sigh, setting the spear down he was sharpening. „I will look after him. Just don‘t tell your mom, okay?“

Kiris gaze sharpened. She knew her mother hated Spider. She knew and she despised her mom for it. What did Spider do to her? He had no control over who his father was? Hasn‘t she heard what Spider did for the villages Quaritch raided. Why didn‘t she see Spider for who he was? Why did she always see him?

„Why shouldn’t I?“

“Because you know how she is… She doesn‘t accept him. You know what she did on the ship. She wouldn‘t want me to check on him“, Jake explained with a aching heart. He hated that he gave in to Neytiri but she was his mate. He was supposed to do that, wasn‘t he?

“That‘s the problem!“, Kiri suddenly almost yelled, throwing her hands in the air. „All you do when you’re supposed to look after Spider is think about mom! About her hatred and anger. You’re only seeing that! You’re not seeing the broken boy who obviously needs help!“, her voice cracked. Kiri was crying by now, tears streaming down her fragile face.

She knew that she wasn‘t any better, but Jake was Toruk Makto, former Olo‘eyktan. Most importantly he was a father. He was supposed to look out for his children and Spider counted as one of his children. At least that was what Kiri thought. She always had seen Spider as her brother, Lo‘ak and Tuk did the same, even Neteyam saw a brother in Spider…

„We failed him dad. We failed him and he‘s too scared to tell us. He is scared dad. He is scared!“, Kiri yelled, shooting up from the sitting postillion she was in.

“Have you ever seen how he looks at mom, especially after-“, her voice broke, letting Jake flinch. „Especially after she held a knife to his throat? Have you ever seen the fear in his eyes when she comes too close to him? Have you ever seen how he backs ways, as soon as he thinks he might be in her way? Have you seen it, or are you blinded by pure rage mom is feeling towards his father. His father. He isn‘t is father! He isn‘t! He is so much more“, Kiri cried, not even bothering to wipe her tears away.

“He‘s not responsible for what his father did! Then and now. Haven‘t you heard how he tried to protect our people? His people? Spider was ready to risk his life for us and we just ran… We left him with the RDA. We let him suffer dad, we let him suffer with the excuse of a Na‘vi who dared to call himself Spiders father-“

Kiri broke down.

The force of her sobs, shook her legs, letting her fall to the ground. She was shaking, hands clutched to her face.

Jake sat there like he was frozen. Kiri threw so much at his head that it was hard to process everything. Jake slowly blinked as he saw the crying form of his daughter. He felt numb. What had he done? What had he done?

His eyes started tearing up. Everything Kiri had just accused him of was true. It was the plain, painful truth. He had left Spider behind to run away with his family. Hell, he even thought Spider would snitch on them… He was so wrong. He was so selfish.

He was such a selfish bastard.

He ran way to safe his family, meanwhile a part of his family was suffering at the hands of the RDA. His child was the one suffering and he didn‘t even look back when he left the forest.

Jake scrambled to his feet, hurrying of to Kiri, pulling her into his lap, laying his arms around her.

“I’m sorry baby girl“, he whispered in a broken voice, holding her close. „I’m so sorry. You’re right. You‘re so right“, he continued, hiding his face in her hair.

“You shouldn‘t say sorry to me… Say sorry to him!“, she urged, freeing herself from her dads grip. „You need to say sorry to him“, she whispered again, looking in the eyes of the man that raised her, even tho she wasn‘t his own. Why didn‘t he do the same with Spider. Jake was human too, right? Shouldn‘t that be one reason more to care for the human boy?

“I will go, talk to him and apologise! If- If your mom asks where I am tell her I’m with Spider, okay?“ Jake got up, gently setting Kiri down on one of the sleeping mats.

“Okay. I will let her know“, she forced a small smile, looking after Jake, as he hurried out of their mauri.

A knock ripped Spider out of his thoughts. He was crouched over a bunch of books, trying to get the knowledge to stick in his brain. Maybe if he’d be able to help Norm and Max he would have something to do.

Spider looked up when he heard the air lock open. His confusion grew when he saw Jake entering, grabbing one of the regulators who hung besides the door.

„Hey, how are you bud?“, Jake asked sitting down on Spiders bed, besides his desk. Jake looked hilarious. The bed was big, but still too small for Jake to comfortably sit on it. He didn‘t care tho.

“I’m fine“, Spider replied, looking down at the books again.

Jake took in Spiders clothed form, shocked at how much weight the boy lost. „Have you been eating recently?“, he asked, bending forward to let his elbows rest on his knees.

“Yes“, Spider answered, his mind absent. „Why are you asking?“

„Because you have lost weight“, Jake stated, waiting for Spiders reaction.

Spider stiffened, freezing in his spot. How did Jake know? How did he notice? Spider was careful to not let his body show. There was no way Jake noticed. He didn‘t care for Spider.

“What’s going on Spider, mh? You can talk to me!“, Jake said, urging closer to Spider. Jake meant what he said. Spider could talk to him and Jake wanted to know what was going on. He wanted to correct his mistakes from the past. He wanted to start being a father for Spider.

“It’s nothing, really. I just wasn‘t hungry the past days…“ , Spider whispered, turning his head away from the Na‘vi man. „You don‘t need to worry about me, I’m fine“ Spider wasn‘t fine. There was no way he was fine. He was miserable. But he didn‘t want to be a burden. He was one enough all these years ago…

„You aren‘t fine Spider. Everyone can see that“ Jakes voice was quiet and gentle. The way he spoke with Tuk when she was scared, or Kiri when he tried to explain what happened to her birth mother. „You can talk to me bud. Thats the least I can do. I care for you-“

“No you don‘t“, Spider interrupted him, turning his head to stare into Jakes yellow eyes.

„What?“, Jake was too stunned to speak, needing to take a breath from his regulator. Why did Spider think like that? Jake cared for him, he did. Why did Spider think Jake didn‘t care for him?

“Don‘t say you care for me, cause you don‘t. You never did“ There it was. It was out. Jake knew what Spider thought. There was no going back now. Maybe Spider should already start packing. Jake surely would send him back to Max and Norm.

“Why do you think that?“, Jake wanted to know in a broken voice. He tried to put a hand on Spiders shoulder, but the boy backed away. He didn‘t want to be touched by him.

“In all the years I‘ve been living you‘ve never really cared for me, you’ve never really seen me. You would always call Max or Norm letting them take over when all I wanted was you to care for me. Remember the time I collapsed while playing with Lo‘ak? I didn‘t eat for about four days. I wanted you to notice me, but you didn‘t. You send me away with Norm again“ Spider wanted to cry, he wanted to scream, he wanted to punch Jake and hurt him the way he hurt him but he kept still. He looked Jake in the eyes, more calm than he ever was. It was scary.

“You‘ve never said anything to Neytiri when she once again sliced me with her looks. Never once you said anything when she send me away again, calling me a demon child. But mostly importantly you leftme… You left me with the RDA, at the hands of the excuse of a Na‘vi who calls himself my father. I‘ve waited days, weeks even, always hoping and praying you’ll show up but you didn‘t and still I didn‘t snitch on you. I even told them to kill me, before I give you away“, Spiders voice broke and Jake stared at him in shock.

Why did he never say anything? Why did Jake let him suffer like this in the first place. Jake had fucked up big time, he knew that but how does make this right now?

“Never, ever do that again, Spider! Do you hear me? Never“, Jake pleaded, looking into Spiders eyes. „Never tell them to kill you. Give them what they want. Give them everything, because the next time something like this happens - which will not - I will come and get you, you understand? I will do everything in my power to get you Spider. Everything!“ That was a promise. A promise Jake not only gave Spider but himself. How could he leave that boy to suffer like that?

Tears welled up in Spiders eyes and he was so close to believe what Jake told him but there was no way he meant it. He never meant anything he told Spider.

Jake had promised to teach Spider how to hunt, how to fish. He even promised him to carve him a bow. Jake promised but he didn‘t do it. Spider taught everything he knows himself. He watched how Jake taught Neteyam and Lo‘ak and spend nights learning on his own. He didn‘t sleep, he didn‘t drink, didn‘t eat…

Jake couldn’t keep his promises in the past. Why should he keep them now?

“You don‘t mean that“, Spider broke the silence, standing up. He needed to get distance between him and Jake. „You promised me so many things and you’ve never kept a single one of them. Why should you keep this promise?“ Spider turned around, looking in Jakes pained eyes.

Jake didn‘t respond. He didn‘t know what to respond. Spider was so right… He was so right and Jake was ashamed of himself. How can he ever repair this broken relationship? Can it even be repaired?

“You should take a breath from your regulator“, Spider suddenly blurted out, pointing towards the device - which hung around Jake‘s neck. „I don‘t want you to fall unconscious on me“

“Uh, yea sure“, Jake almost stammered, doing as he was told.

Spider turned around, walking into the little kitchen. He was thirsty and he needed to get away from Jake. If he‘d stay he might believe he meant everything he said.

Jake saw Spider disappearing, walking away. Then he broke down. Tears were streaming down the mans face and it was hard to suppress the sobs, who were threatening to leave his body.

What had he done? What has he done to that boy?How could he be so cruel, denying a child what they needed to most? A parent. He was so focused of this family that he forgot Spider… And Spider was part of his family. Spider had always been, hadn’t he?

No, he is not part of this family, a small, agonysing voice started to speak up in Jake‘s head and Jake knew the voice was right. If Spider really would’ve been part of the family he would‘ve eaten with them, Jake would‘ve taught him how to hunt and fish, he would‘ve gotten a songcord…

Spider would‘ve gotten so much, but he didn‘t. He didn‘t because Jake was being ignorant and selfish, letting his mate hate a child. Jake let Neytiri almost terrorise Spider and he never did anything. He thought- He thought it was justified in some fucked up way.

Jake was so drowned in his own thoughts, fault and guilt that he almost didn‘t recognise the dull thud that came from the little kitchen of the shack. Jake shot up from Spiders bed, hitting his head at the low ceiling of the shack.

“Fuck“, he cured under his breath, before he went into the direction of the kitchen, preparing himself for the worst.

“Spider? Spider are you okay?“, he asked, as he popped his head through the door but he got now response. He immediately saw why. Spider was laying on the ground unconscious, blood drawing from his head.

“Shit, shit, shit!“ Jake tried to pick the boy up as gently as possible, laying him on his bed. He needed to get Neytiri. Now.

When Jake was sure that Spider laid comfortable he tried to still the bleeding, pressing a cloth against the boys head. With his eyes Jake scanned the room, searching for something to secure the cloth against Spiders head. When he noticed some sort of belt he grabbed it, trying to gently tie it around Spiders head.

„Okay, so now you need to find his comm“, Jake told himself, trying to calm himself down. He wasn‘t prepared for this kind of situation. When he spotted the comm he handed Spider a couple weeks ago he sighed with relief. „I’m praying Lo‘ak is wearing his!“

Jake reached out, putting the ear piece on. „Lo‘ak? Lo‘ak are you there?“, Jake asked, his voice sounding desperate.

“Dad?“, came a muffled voice full of confusion. „Why are you using Spiders comm? Is everything okay?“

„You need to tell your mom to come to Spiders shack, understood? Tell her its urgent. If she doesn’t want to come tell her I’m not alright, okay? Do everything thats possible to get her here. It’s about Spider“, Jake ordered, his eyes drifting to the unconscious boy who laid on the bed. „He‘s- he’s not okay…“

“Of course Sir. Understood!“, Jake heard Lo‘ak before he lost the connection. Jake was feeling terrible, he was anxious, he was insecure, he was everything but calm.

Jakes hands trembled as he tried to gently caress Spiders face. He looked to small, so vulnerable. He looked like a kid. A kid he didn’t care for. A kid who deserved someone to care for him. Jake had failed and he knew that. He knew that he failed and he would do everything in his power to make up for it. He wanted to be the father Spider never had. He wanted to be the one Spider searched for when he had a problem. He wanted to be Spiders father.

Jake was so caught up in his worry and fear that he didn‘t notice his mate almost storming into the shack. Lo‘ak told her something was wrong with Jake. „MaJake! Is everything alright?“ Neytiri was all over Jake before he could stand up.

“I‘m fine! It‘s- It‘s Spider love“, Jake turned his head to look at the unconscious boy laying on the bed, tears brimming in Jake‘s eyes. With a hiss Neytiri backed away, shaking her head.

“You got me here to treat the demon child? No!“ Neytiri flashed her fangs, he ears flat to her skull while her tail swung aggressively. „I will not get near the demons brut! You remember what his father did to us“, she whispered in a angry tone, sounding more than dangerous.

“But he isn‘t his father!“, Jake hissed back, towering over his mate. „All those years I let you play this card but I‘m sick of it! Can‘t you see what we did to this boy? We neglected him Neytiri! We ignored him while all he wanted was someone to care for him. He wanted parents and we - you and I - were too blindto see it. We didn‘t see him! You were so blinded by your hate for his father while he only was a child!“, Jakes voice broke, tears streaming down his face, while Neytiri stared at her mate in shock. She could count on one hand how many times she saw Jake cry and she didn‘t expect him to do so now.

“We failed him. We failed him so many times but he didn‘t care. We left him to die with the RDA and he still didn‘t snitch on us, he still did everything to save Kiri. You sliced his chest on that boat and he still tried to please you in any way possible. He’s still trying to do everything you want without a single thought of hate towards you. He cares for us while we didn‘t care for him!“ Jake was almost screaming, not caring if Spider could possibly wake up from it.

“I’m just asking you to see Neytiri. To see him and not his father“, his voice was trembling with guilt, his eyes pleading as he looked at his mate, at the love of his life.

Neytiris eyes flicked from the unconscious form of Spider laying on the bed back to a crying Jake in front of her. „I-“, she started, her voice getting caught in her throat. She didn‘t know what to say… Jake was right. Jake was so right but Neytiri still didn‘t want to believe it. Her hate was too strong to be overcome. At least she thought it…

Jake saw that Neytiri was battling with herself. He knew it was hard for her because Quaritch took everything from her but Spider had nothing to do with that son of a bitch. The only thing which identified Spider as Quaritch‘s was his blood and Jake knew on earth they said: Blood was thicker than water but this didn‘t apply to Spider!

The moment Spider was allowed to go outside he didn‘t seek to destroy Pandora, no. He wanted to be one of them. He wanted to be Na‘vi. He wanted to keep Pandora safe, he was ready to die for a planet he wasn‘t supposed to live on…

That was all Neytiri needed to see. Just that. She saw the need to protect Pandora in Jake when he became Toruk Makto, why didn‘t she see it when Spider told them that he didn‘t say a word to the RDA?

“Please Neytiri. That‘s all I‘m asking. Please see him for who he is. Just once…“ Jake cocked his head slightly, grabbing Neytiris hand. „Please“

Neytiri‘s head was a mess. On one side she wanted to give in to Jake, she wanted to set her hatred for Spider aside but on the other side… on the other side she couldn‘t. The hate was boiling in her heart, threatening to boil over if she took one more look at Spider. But he was just a child, not responsible for his fathers actions. Why was it so hard for Neytiri to overlook the origin of Spider? Why?

Neytiri took a deep breath, looking at Jake before she pushed him aside to kneel down in front if Spider. Her mind was telling her to stop, to run away from the demon child but at the same time her instincts screamed at her, telling her to care for this neglected, forgotten child.

She gently started to caress Spiders head, whispering soothing words into his ear, while she inspected the wound on his head. It was hard to access, she would need to shave his hair away further…

“MaJake… Get me a scissor or something. We need to cut his hair away a bit, otherwise I can‘t treat his wound“, Neytiri instructed, waiving her hands in the direction of her mate. „Hurry up! Your cloth bandage won‘t hold any longer“

“Yes, of course“, Jake muttered, rummaging through the drawers in Spiders room. It surprised Jake that Neytiri was willing to help and he really hoped she would start to set her hate for him aside because Jake knew that he wouldn‘t chose Spider overNeytiri…

While Jake was searching for a pair of scissors Neytiri carefully removed Spiders shirt, gasping in horror when she saw that the rips of the boy were already showing. He was covered in bruises and cuts - which were at different stages of healing. Some cuts looking more symmetrical that the others… Broken sobs escaped Neytiris throat as she looked down at the boy, clutching her hand over her mouth.

Spider was suffering. Alone. And they didn‘t- shedidn‘t care. Spider was a child, a gift from Eywa - demon or not. How could she not appreciate this gift? How could she hate him, while all he did was care for her family?

Realisation hit her like a hammerhead. Oh she was so selfish, so full of hate. May the great mother forgive her for her mistakes.

„What is this MaJake?“, she cried out, turning around just too look at a appalled Jake.

„No, no, no“, he whispered, kneeling down besides his mate to take in the cuts on Spiders upper arm and shoulders. „No Eywa, this can‘t be true, please“ His voice broke, while he caressed the different cuts. Spiders was hurting himself… Judging to the cuts he stopped some time ago but at the same time Jake didn‘t know what his thighs looked like. They could look even worse.

“When- When you’re done shaving his hair and dressing his wound we need to-“ Jake‘s voice cracked. „-we need to check his thighs. There could be more cuts there“

„What do these cuts mean MaJake?“

“Nothing good love. Nothing good“, Jake murmued, handeling Neytiri the scissors. They weren‘t the best option but Jake also didn‘t want Neytiri to get near Spider with a knife. He could wake up any moment and Jake didn‘t know how Spider would react, especially after the incident on the ship.

Neytiri wasn‘t satisfied with Jake‘s answer but it needed to do right now. If she would wait any longer the wound could get worse. She needed to get to work. She would ask Jake about the cuts later.

When Spider woke up he could feel something around his head and torso, as well as his legs. Something wasn‘t right. How did he end up in his bed? Spider pressed his eyes close, trying to remember but he was met with a wave of black. He couldn‘t remember. He only knew that Jake was with him.

At the thought of the Marine Spiders eyes flew open. He tried to sit up but was pushed down again by a gentle hand. „Shhhh. It‘s aright Spider. It‘s okay. It‘s me. It‘s Jake. You‘re okay. Calm down“, a soothing voice called out, stroking Spiders head. The boy blinked a couple times, trying to get the blur out of his vision. Was that really Jake?

“Just like that. Take deep breaths. In and out, just like that!“, Jake instructed, letting out a shaky relieved breath when Spider followed the instructions.

Once Spider felt some what able to move his head, he turned to look at Jake, almost flinching when he saw the tear stained face of the older man. „Oh Spider…“, Jake whispered, carefully taking the boy in his arms. „My sweet, sweet boy. You scared me, so much“ Tears of relief washed over Jake as he held Spider close, cradling the boy in his arms. He never wanted to let him go.

“I’m sorry Spider. I’m- We‘re so sorry!“, Jake immediately started, pulling away to look in Spiders eyes. „Everything you- told me is true. Everything. We neglected you, we didn‘t care for you and I‘m so sorry“

Spider felt like he was in some sort of trance. Was that really Jake apologising? That couldn‘t be true. Jake wouldn‘t- he sure wouldn‘t apologise, right? And also he said we. That must be a dream because we would meant he and Neytiri and Spider wasn‘t dumb. He knew Neytiri couldn‘t stand him. She hated Spider. This must be hallucinating…

„Is this a dream?“, Spider whispered, looking up into Jake‘s yellow eyes. This can‘t be true.

“No, no this isn‘t a dream bud“, Jake assured, giving Spider a teary smile. „This is real. Neytiri-“ Spider flinched. Jakes heart broke. „Neytiri and I- we‘ve realised our mistakes and we wan‘t to do better. We- we want to be the parents you deserve“

Suddenly Spider started to violently shake his head, pushing himself away from Jake. No, no, no! Neytiri would never- she would never accept him as one of hers. Never. She never did and she never will. Spider crawled into the corner of his bed, his back facing the wall.

“You don‘t mean that“, he cried, clutching his arms. „Don‘t say that, please. You don‘t mean it“ Spiders head was clouded, his mind throwing insults at him. How he doesn‘t deserve the parental love of anyone, how he was the reason Neteyam died, how Neytiri would always see his father in him, how he always would be a demon.

“Spider... Spider, come here son“, Jake said in a calm voice, scooting near the boy, but Spider just pressed himself further into the corner of his bed. His eyes wide open. He was panicking.

Jake knew what he had to do and he hated it. Without listening to Spiders screams and pleas he took the human boy in his arms, pressing him close to his own body. Spider needed to calm down, to get back to his senses.

“I know you don‘t believe me… I know and that‘s okay. I will prove to you that I‘m serious. Neytiri and I will prove, okay? You just need to let us“, Jake pleaded, while held down a flailing Spider, tears falling from the mans eyes again. He needed to make this right. It took him the loss of one son to realise he had another and he wasn‘t gonna let Eywa take him away from him! Not this time.

It took Spider hours to fall asleep. He was struggling in Jake‘s arms for god knows how long till he fell asleep from exhaustion, his mind flooded by all the things Jake had told him. Could he really believe it? Just this time? He wanted to, he really wanted to but- but there were all the promises in the past that he didn‘t hold… Spider didn‘t know what to do.

When he opened his eyes the next time he felt- normal. He looked around his room, realising that he was alone. He let out a greatfull breath. Finally.

When he sat up he noticed the bandages around his torso and thighs once more. They found out… Was that why they were playing the pity card on him right now? Was his self harm the reason why Jake suddenly noticed him? If it were like that he maybe should’ve started a bit earlier with it…

Spider was about to try and stand up when the air lock of his shack opened. His head shot up - a stinging pain jolting through his skull. His eyes met the surprised yellow ones of Neytiri - who still stood in the door, completely frozen. Spider wanted to talk, to scream but his throat was tied. He stared at the woman in front of him, fear and panic slowly creeping up his spine. Was she here to end things? Was she here to tell him everything Jake said wasn‘t true? Was that why she was here?

“Hello Spider“, she carefully greeted him, showing him her hands, she was unarmed - even the little dagger she always had besides her hip was missing. „How are you?“, she asked in a calm voice. Spider flinched. Was she for real?

When Neytiri didn‘t get an answer she slowly started to walk near Spider but stopped immediately when she saw whim flinch again. She took a deep breath and sat down on the floor, crossing her legs in front of her.

“There‘s something I want to talk to you about“, she started, searching for Spiders gaze. At first the boy was afraid of what he would find but when he looked in Neytiris eyes there was no hatred, no anger, no rage. There was pure love and it looked like she actually cared for him.

Spider gave her a small nod, straightening his back. This would be a long talk.

“I would like to apologise Spider. What I did was not right“, Neytiri sighed, briefly looking down at her hands. „I had no right to treat you the way I treated you and I‘m sorry. Children are gifts from Eywa and I was selfish to think you weren‘t a gift. I only saw your father and that was not right. I would like to apologise for all my actions- also on the ship… I had no right to behave like that. I am sorry“

“It‘s fine“, Spider tried to talk it down but Neytiri shook her head.

“It is not Spider. We treated you like an adult while all you needed were parents. You‘re a child Spider. You deserve to be treated like one. All those years Jake and I failed you… We want to correct out mistakes from the past and take you in as one of ours. Out children did it way before us. Now it‘s my and Jakes turn“

Tears welled up in Spiders eyes as he just stood up and went to crash into Neytiri, hugging her like his life depended on it. Spider didn‘t know what was going on, why he was acting like he did but hearing that Neytiri was sorry and that she and Jake will try their best meant more that just to hear it from Jake.

Everybody knew that Neytiri never lied. Never. So she must mean it when she said it.

“I‘m sorry Spider. So sorry“, she whispered in a hushed tone, while cradling the back of his head. She didn‘t want to let him go. „You will never have to suffer like you did all those years again. I promise. We will care for you, most importantly Iwill care for you. I see you Spider and I am ashamed of myself that it took me so long to do so…“ A little tear rolled down Neytiris cheek as she pressed a gentle kiss to Spiders forehead. „If you ever have a problem you come to me and Jake, okay? We will try our best to help you!“, her gaze flicked to the bandages around Spiders thighs and he looked away in shame.

“I’m sorry“, he whispered, his cheeks turning slightly red.

“Don‘t be sorry. You have nothing to apologise for“, Neytiri immediately shook her head, carefully grabbing Spiders face, turning in to look at him. „Don‘t be sorry for such thing. You had no other way to- to relief the hurt. It‘s fine Spider. But if you ever experience something like this again I want you to talk to me, okay? I don‘t want to see you hurt again. You‘re my son and it‘s my job to care for you!“

With a teary smile Spider nodded, leaning against Neytiri again. She was warm and her embrace was comfortable. All those years Spider wished for this and now he finally got it…

Slowly but surely everything would turn okay. Spider was sure of that

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contentment-of-cats · 6 months

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On bed rotting, a day of rest, and an anniversary.

I can't remember the last time I voluntarily spent the day in bed. My grandmother, born in 1906 spoke of 'taking to bed' - something the energetic but sickly child I was could not understand unless one was ill. As I grew older, weekends became productive time - to study, do homework, write papers, maintain my living space, run errands. The cup of life ran over and drowned the calendar. No rest, or precious little of it even as my body began to fail under a diagnosis of fibromyalgia in 2007. I'd had viral meningitis in 2004, and my immune system never turned off.

Then there came the time when all I could do was rest, but it was miserable instead of restorative. Sickness, growing debility that I tried to deny and rationalize and bring to a doctor. Then hospitalization, tests and scans, diagnosis, preparation, and Stage 4a aggressive treatment. I came home and would sleep until I had to wake up and take Zofran, or in the really bad cases Ativan, or Clonazipine in order not to vomit myself into dehydration. After surgery, nothing but bed. Unable to lift anything heavier than a gallon of milk from November to April.

Today is second Monday in November, the anniversary of my big surgery, the removal of six feet of colon and intestines followed by a resection that literally gave me a new asshole. They removed my uterus and ovaries where the cancer had begun to spread. They re-sectioned my left ureter and bladder because the cancer was spreading there, too. They placed a uretal stent while I healed. I had an ileostomy done so my stitched-together innards could close. Finally, they removed 22 lymph nodes of which seven were found to be precancerous or cancerous. They say you forget the pain, and to an extent that is true. You forget the physical sensation, but you never forget waking up screaming, passing out, waking up again, and begging to die.

I know what a ten on the pain scale is like now. It's been revised up and up. Just when I thought I knew ten, I found out differently. My torso is marked by scars that look as if they were drawn in black Sharpie. I'm in remission, and far from wanting to be the busy, productive person I used to be, I find that I don't want to be anything. With my mother's death in the spring, the burden of daughterhood to a cluster b disordered woman, of shepherding her through dementia as I shepherded myself through cancer was lifted. I grieved the mother I wished for and she could sometimes be, but I was relieved that this stranger who came to wear my mother's body was finally gone. She could rest, and now so can I now that her energy has returned to the universe.

I am still working, but I am selfish now. My weekends are just for me. Despite being in remission, I don't know how many more I will have. That makes them precious. I cook, make jewelry, and 'watch telly' as Gran used to say. It was while I was rotting in bed on Sunday - my pre-Recession habit revived - that I came upon this interview in the Washington Post. Susan Gubar was a formative writer of my teen years, a time when the ERA failed because the male-dominated worldview (with a pushback spearheaded by 'traditional' women) didn't think we needed more rights than we already had, if anything they thought we had too many.

The Madwoman in the Attic, For Adult Users Only: The Dilemma of Violent Pornography, No Man's Land: The Place of the Woman Writer in the Twentieth Century : The War of the Words all ended up in my mother's shelves - she laid claim to my library when I moved out. With her death, I now get them back, plus more. My ten boxes of books donated in the first spate of Swedish Death Cleaning are nothing compared to my mother's hoard of books over her 80+ years of life. On top of that there are the books that she borrowed from me, that somehow also became hers.

Susan Gubar is a cancer patient in remission, and I have downloaded her two books on cancer and survivorship. Memoir of a Debulked Woman: Enduring Ovarian Cancer, and Reading and Writing Cancer: How Words Heal. I plan to rot in bed this pre-Thanksgiving weekend, and read. Also of note, her recent book Still Mad: American Women Writers and the Feminist Imagination. I'm delighted to find her all over again, a writer whose 1979 work spoke to me as much as Virginia Woolf's 'A Room of One's Own.'

Hey. Mom had my copy of that, too, dangit.

Perhaps I can get my library back. A snapshot of myself circa 1991. I know she borrowed my Bell Hooks and Audre Lorde. Angela Davis was someone Mom knew somehow and bought her books on principle. I read a lot of Second and Third Wave feminism, queer theory, psychology, sci-fi, fantasy, and comic books. My first copy of 'Our Bodies: Ourselves' - Mom had to buy that one for me, the bookstore owner refused to sell it to me despite my being female I was not a woman. My old D&D guides.

Perhaps my remission Sundays need to be spent rotting in bed, rediscovering the voracious reader I was all those years, before the busy-ness of life nibbled my time away.

It's a resolution, voted, and carried.

#cancer #remission #identity #rotting in bed #time well spent #stuff and death

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theoncomingdoo-dah · 1 year

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I've had this story idea called All That Ever Could Be in my mind for awhile.

Ya know

All that is, all that was, all that ever could be?

Yeah like that.

Basically it's a story that takes place after Journeys End where Rose and James (I don't call him John in this story. For reasons) begin their lives together. And Rose continues to have dreams (and nightmares) about her past and what she can only think as her future.

All the while, she and James are figuring out how to live together, what they are to each other and all that.

But, two things put a damper on this.

After Rose finally comes to the realization that this is her life now and how she and James are together and are going to be together (and that there's no way to go back). They get closer.

Get married.

And eventually try to have a child.

But it doesn't work. They end up finding out that James is infertile. And what's more,

he's dying.

(this was inspired by flash cloning from Halo. Basically clones that are made super quick and eventually disintegrate. I mean, the metacrisis was made super quick too, ya know?)

And while all this is happening, Rose starts to notice that she doesn't look different from pictures that were taken in the past. She had already had suspicions but now they're being confirmed.

She's frozen in time and her husband is dying.

She remembers the line she was told so long ago.

You can grow old with me, but I can't grow old with you.

Cruel irony.

But none of that matters. She has limited time with James and she wants to make it count. She can worry about herself later.

Their last days together fly past. And eventually he tells her one night that he feels that this is the end. Rose understands (she's already grieved his loss and was as ready as she could be).

"I wanted to say I'm sorry." He says. "I know this isn't what you wanted."

Rose doesn't respond. She just smiles and holds his hand. The sick part of it all is that he's speaking the truth. No matter how brutal it is.

Rose was always settling for what she could have. From before she met the Doctor till now.

"I love you." She speaks softly and James smiles.

"I love you too. Thank you for everything."

He's gone that morning.

50 years has passed. Rose is alone. Never remarried and for the most part just keeps to herself. She's not depressed but she definitely ambivalent. Her family is gone. She hasn't bothered making new friends.

One day, she notices something whilst walking down the street. A blue box.

But she's so far gone, she doesn't even bother getting her hopes up. She does exactly what any human would do in that situation, just walk past. Ignore it. If she still wore her TARDIS key, it would've glowed hot but it's been long forgotten in a cupboard somewhere.

Continues down the pavement. Notices something else. A man. A man in a brown leather jacket. That almost peaks her interest but she shrugs it off. Coincidence. Obviously.

Little does she notice, the man notices her. And starts following her. He catches up to her finally in a dead end alley way. She's terrified, even when he calls out her name and she recognizes his voice. But it can't be. It isn't.

This is bad dream, she figures.

He moves closer and closer, and before she knows it, he has his arms around her. And it clicks. Its him.

He seems overjoyed to see her, almost teary eyed. She's so confused...and so tired. He gazes back her, expecting excitement as well. But there's nothing. There's barely any life left in Rose's eyes.

She follows him back to his TARDIS, holding onto his hand limply.

When they return, explanations are given. First, from him.

He was on the Gamestation. Rose recognized the memory...it seemed like so long ago. But in her time, she refused to give in and came back and saved him...and killed him.

But in his time, something happened to her. And instead of staying at the Gamestation, he ran, like he always did. Nothing was holding him there, and he was so shaken he just didn't care.

And somehow he ended here.

He asked Rose what had happened to her but she shrugged him off. Saying it was nice to see him but she really should head home.

She knew that even though he was here, that didn't change anything. He would leave her again.

But he holds her back. Asking her if she was sure. He's desperate. He obviously doesn't want her to leave. And he asks her to come with him.

Like a switch being flipped, the light returns to Rose's eyes, and she breaks down in tears. They're happy and sad, she can't stop them from flowing. She holds him, crying into his shoulder. Loud sobbing coming from her. He has no idea how much she's been through and she can't begin to even talk about it.

So he doesn't make her, instead connecting to her thoughts. Opening all the doors in her mind, seeing all their adventures that he hasn't lived through yet. Seeing himself leave her for the first time, then leave her again for a second time, so convinced he was giving her a happy ending.

All the times they spent together before his metacrisis self passed on.

And then just loneliness. Seeing Jackie and Pete in their last days. Seeing Rose say goodbye to her younger brother and never bother to reach out again. Barely any life.

When he breaks contact, he's panting. Tears streaming down his cheeks too now, seeing all the pain he put her through and the life she had to live. And the fact that she was doomed to it. He wonders if his Rose would have done something so drastic to get back to him, if she would've had the chance. And he's furious with the man he would've became.

He apologizes. He feels awful that Rose is doomed to this life. But she doesn't seem fazed.

"He told me once, er, you told me once, that I could grow old with you but you couldn't grow old with me. But that doesn't matter anymore, does it? We could grow old together, if you'd have me."

He nods, pulls her in again. Holds her tight. They kiss. Make up, yadda yadda.

When they finally get a moments rest, he mentions that he has alot to make up for. Considering all she's been through. She smiles and reminds him that he has all the time in the universe to make it up to her.

#the doctor shipposts #the doctor shitposts #dw #timepetals #ninerose

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allknowingofnir · 2 years

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After waiting awhile, Mei steps into Sir Gideons room, and sits at his bedside, a solem expression on her face. She was unsure if he was awake or asleep, but she still softly spoke, hoping he'd hear her sooner or later.

"... I can't say I'm all too pleased with your confession either but... In my memories, the village leaders had to make harsh desicions such as yours, and while we grieved and even spent days ignoring them, we always came back around to forgiveness, and we learned to realize it was for the best of the village... You made a mistake, and you can't undo the past, but whether you choose to fix the future is up to you. I shall hold no hatred for you, because you're a father to me in my eyes. I'm sorry it all came down to this mess..."

He grunted, sitting up in bed hair amess, his face even worse. His eyes were redder than usual, both from the hangover of last night and the grief of what had followed. He couldn't look Mei in the eyes.

"Mm. I appreciate it, I do... just... " he shook his head. How to say it? How to explain it? He stared at the wall for several minutes, leaving them in awkward silence. He just sighed heavily finally before tossing his coverings off. He was still in his armors underclothes from the night before, never having changed after the meeting with Malenia.

No matter how awful he felt, he was still senior of the Tarnished, and of the disgraceful Roundtable Hold. He turned, planting both feet on the ground, wincing a bit at the cold of the floor. He snorted, clearing his throat and nose.

"You know, this place was a war room before it was a shelter for Tarnished, back then I mean. Either for Radagon's campaign in Raya Lucaria, the march against the Fire Giants, whatever else Godfrey needed it for. It was all planned out here. I was a younger man in those days, but when my time came, the first time I mean, I was already an old man." He looked up to the ceiling as if looking to the Erdtree for answers.

"...when I came back, I was still that old man, who had died in service to the wars and campaigns. I had banners of my own, a service of a small company of scouts who were my eyes and ears across the Lands Between. Now though? When the Grace reawakened us... they were gone by then. The Hold was a mess, worse than most find it now. I mean, before we cleaned it up." He sighed, frustrated, and tired.

"Fyra... no, more than that, you lot. You, Jarrod, Rosalind, the others, but particularly Fyra, made me realize something. Those wars were over. We're tasked with fighting something I, simply put, cannot even comprehend. It boggles my mind I stood before Malenia herself last night. There was something about her, beyond the deadliness of her abilities. Her very soul radiated that awe, that... heaviness of spirit of Marika. Even as her child, she holds that in her. Marika herself? To stand before her?"

"I'd lost the sight of Grace before even leaving the Hold. When I realized by consequence of where our path would lead us, any hope or imitation of it just fled my mind. I'd spent so so much time looking for any... loophole, trick, rite, secret or otherwise, that could give me an edge, but nothing, nothing could remove the fact that we'd be fighting a god."

"I was afraid. More than that... I gave up. The Tarnished who passed through here? They had no interest in their call and it became, like I said so many times, a shelter from the rain. For all my knowledge , for all I knew, the only thing I could do was go back to war planning. It wasn't an enemy encampment, it was a village of people who wanted a place, quiet and away to live their lives in peace. I sent what forces I could amass in this age, an Omen Killer and a Perfumer." He ran a hand through his hair, lost in recent memories.

"The order had never been to terrorize them... it was secure the Haligtree Medallion by any means necessary. I failed to account what that would actually mean. Say it or justify it anyway I want, the truth was I was so overtaken by despair already, I don't think I cared." It was only then, after telling the whole story, could he turn to look Mei in the eye.

There were no more tears, and there was no despair. He was, as he had always been, tired and empty.

"Would you still call me senior of this Hold, would you still think of me as Sir Gideon Ofnir the All-Knowing? Or am I just an old butcher who's lingered too long in this gods forsaken world?"

#mei is tarnished #verse: turtles

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cardinaldante · 3 months

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Greetings siblings of the church! If you don't know what's going on, I implore you to read my last post at 2 am. It explains everything. Ifrit woke me up by heating up suddenly, but I was going to get up soon, so it's okay. I left the others sleeping in the room and let Ifrit follow me to the kitchen, where we ran into Swiss and Sodo. Sodo didn't seem to angry with me today, and asked Ifrit if he could smell any of the Papa's. Ifrit said he couldn't, the only ones he could smell were Papa's Copia and Terzo. He said it was odd, because if a human took the Papa's, there was no way they'd be able to know to cover their scent, which means they were getting help from a ghoul.

Sodo said that it couldn't have been one of them- everyone had been very loyal to the Papa's, and Ifrit said that the human might have summoned a new Ghoul. Before he could finish explaining, a brother bust in, and asked if we'd seen the Papa's, or me. When they saw me, they grabbed my hands and told me that Saltarian was naming himself de facto head of the church while all the Papa's were missing, and that I had to come and contest it immediately. Apparently he'd called an emergency church meeting that was going on right now.

I asked Swiss, Sodo, and Ifrit if they could come with me. Swiss and Ifrit agreed. Sodo looked annoyed, but hesitantly agreed after a few seconds, stating that this was just a one time thing. I think these one time things will become more soon. We ran to the chapel and got in just before Saltarian dismissed everyone, and I went up against him. I had Swiss record the interaction to show Papa's Copia and Terzo later, and because this was... Confusing. Why was Saltarian trying to name himself head of the church when I and Papa's Terzo and Copia were still alive??

[Video ID: The video is black for a few seconds as theirs frantic, unintelligible whispering, before it pops up, showing a pulpit. A old black man with grey hair and a grey beard, along with a black suit on stands at the pulpit, glaring heavily at a young black boy running up to the pulpit. A tall, skinny person stalks after them, dressed in all black. Their face is covered with a steampunk-like mask.

Cardinal Dante: Saltarian! What is the meaning of this? There are rules in place, you are not leader, I am technically leader! And besides, Papa Terzo and Papa Copia are still okay, being kept safe in a location in the church.

Saltarian looks at Dante like someone would a stray dog- annoyance and disgust, before looking back at the rest of the church.

Saltarian: While it is true that the oldest Cardinal is the one that takes over, I implore you to look at this child. Does no one remember how much of a trouble maker he was? And the Papa's still let him become a Cardinal of all things! A child! It's an insult to us, and our church!

Theres mummered acceptance and quiet whisperings, and Cardinal Dante suddenly looks very nervous. The person who followed grabs onto their shoulder and bends down, whispering a few things into their ear. Theres a growl behind the camera.

Unknown Voice: *Male* These fucking assholes are taking Saltarian's side?! I swear, once we find the Papa's-

Unknown Voice: *Male* Shush, Sodo. No need to rile them up.

Cardinal Dante seems to regain his composure, glaring at Saltarian.

Cardinal Dante: When I first got here, I was a grieving child, who had just lost his father. I lashed out and became a trouble maker because nobody would give me the time to grieve! Former Cardinal Mickelson made me his assistant the moment I got here in order to shove his workload onto someone else and slack off. I was eight! I didn't even- have never gone to regular school because of the former cardinal- I only got to go online because I was his assistant! When I became Cardinal, I promised to be better than I was before, and that seems to be working for me, but not for you. I am leader here, Saltarian. I am the one who gets to pick who will be under me, not you.

Steampunk helmet 1: Besides Saltarian, there are rules for a reason. Cardinal Dante may be young but he is still the topmost senior Cardinal at the moment, since the others decided to act like fools and attack the former Cardinal Mickelson. If anyone disagrees with this, they can leave the church.

It's dead silent after that, and Cardinal Dante and Saltarian seem to be locked in a battle of glares. Theres a noise behind the camera, and it tilts, before turning, showing another person. They're dressed in all black robes, with an old looking Melioria mask on. They don't seem happy, as their shoulders are slightly hunched and their hands are balled into tight fist. Another steampunk helmet wearing person steps into the fram, hands held up.

Steampunk helmet 2: Phil, we can explain-

Phil: The fuck is going on here, and why wasn't I woken up when you four left?? And- why the fuck is the entire Church here? Cardinal??

The camera points back to Cardinal Dante, who points at Saltarian.

Cardinal Dante: He called an emergency meeting and said he was the defacto head of the church. All I was doing was contesting against it so-

Phil: Enough.

The camera turns back twords Phil, following him as he walks over to Cardinal Dante and Steampunk helmet 1. He crosses his arms when he gets to them, muttering something the camera doesnt pick up to steampunk helmet 1. He then looks up at Saltarian.

Phil: You have no claim here, Saltarian. Back down. The Papa's Terzo and Copia are still alive, meaning that you can't do shit.

Saltarian: And we're supposed to belive the word of some ghoul?

Phil seems to puff up slightly, and the person behind the camera squeaks. The camera shakes slightly before steadying. Steampunk helmet 1 steps backwards several times before he's finally at the pews, fear seemingly radiating off of him. Cardinal Dante and Saltarian look undisturbed at whats going on, and Cardinal Dante is looking at Steampunk helmet 1 in confusion.

Phil: Saltarian. You are not a god. You are not a Papa. You are not even a Cardinal. You are just a human I don't give two shits about. I have been here longer than you have been born. I have been on earth longer than anyone- sent here by Lucifer himself to keep track of certain projects and people, and you are not one of those people. One of those people are in this room right now. It is not you. The rules are simple, and if you decide your going to break those rules- and this is the only time I'll say this- God help you. Because Satan surely won't.

Cardinal Dante stares at Phil before looking over at Saltarian, whose frowning heavily.

Saltarian: I grew up at this church. My father-

Phil: Your father was a traitor to the church. Back. Down. Last time I'm going to say that.

Saltarian growls, before stomping off, shoving past Cardinal Dante as he walks. The camera follows him, pulling away as he comes close to it.

Saltarian: Fine! Follow the words of some child! You'll all die soon enough.

The camera goes back to Cardinal Dante, who waves his hand.

Cardinal Dante: Everyone is dismissed.

Video Ends]

I showed the Papa's the video the moment I got back to the room, and Papa Terzo was more angry than Papa Copia. Omega tells me that I will be the one to take over most of the work Papa Primo and Secundo were doing for now, and my work would be given to a priest for now. Papa Copia agreed.

Papa Terzo told me that they would be making sure to be seen around the church, and that they'd be taking Omega and a few of the others with them. He then told me to stay safe, and they left. It is only the afternoon, but I am exhausted, siblings. Saltarian is acting too suspicious, and we need to find the Papa's. Something needs to change.

#ghost band #roleplay #the band ghost #ghost bc #ask blog

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allittakesisalittlebitoflove · 4 months

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Meeting

G was walking over to Frisk’s grave with a dark look on his face.

“I’m starting to think you might not be able to RESET anymore.”

He placed the Echo Flower on her grave, and put his hands in his pockets. He read the mossed-over words on the grave.

‘We will never forget you, Frisk’

He wiped his tears before they fell.

“I miss you.”

Just then, he saw something a few rows down. A small child, no more then four, was hugging a gravestone.

“Hey kid. If you’re not gonna be respectful, then scram.”

The child sniffled, and turned to him. They looked like they had been crying. G winced. They weren’t here to be disrespectful, they were grieving as well. He took a deep breath, and walked over to the child.

“Hey, I’m sorry for being rude. I just didn’t expect you to be grieving too.”

The child didn’t move. G sat next to them.

“So, uh…”

He scratched the back of his head.

“You got a name?”

“Y/N. Y/N Doe.”

“Cool.”

G then glanced at the grave the kid had been hugging.

‘In loving memory of John and Luna Doe. Together even in death’

“Are those your parents?”

Y/N nodded.

“…You’re an orphan?”

Y/N nodded again.

“…”

The two sat in silence for a while. Soon, G noticed it was getting dark.

“You got a place to stay? Like an orphanage or adoption center?”

Y/N pointed down the hill to a small orphanage.

“I’m the only one there besides Mrs.Rockwell.”

“Mrs.Rockwell?”

“The orphanage owner.”

“Ah. I see.”

G stood up and held out his hand.

“I’ll walk ya back.”

Y/N took his hand gingerly, and stood up. G winked.

“Let’s take a shortcut.”

“But there aren’t any-”

G teleported to the building. Y/N looked around confused.

“What-?”

G patted her head.

“Don’t worry about it, kiddo.”

Y/N looked at him in amazement. She than looked like she remembered something.

“What time is it?”

G looked at his phone.

“Uh… Around 8:20. Why?”

Y/N’s pupils dialated.

“I GOTTA GO! BYE MISTER!”

She rushed into the orphanage.

‘That’s certainly suspicious.’ He thought.

He walked into the building, and heard yelling upstairs. He ran up the steps and threw open the door. A woman was holding Y/N up by her collar, and Y/N was making choking noises.

“YOUR LATE YOU DISGUSTING HYBRED!”

G grabbed the woman’s hand.

“PUT HER DOWN.”

He growled. The woman threw Y/N across the room, and yelled.

“IF YOU WANT HER, GO FUCKING GET HER!”

Y/N’s head connected with a full-length mirror, shattering it. The glass fell on top of the now unconscious girl. A large chunk of glass gave her a deep gash on her face, over her eye. G released the woman, and ran over to Y/N. He picked the glass off of her muttering

“No no no no no!”

After it was all off of her, he picked her up and ran out the door. He sped through the streets praying you were alright.

Y/N woke up in an unfamiliar place. She tried to sit up, and cried out in pain. The skeleton from earlier walked in with a yellow lizard monster in a lab coat.

“Y-you should probably lay back d-down. Y-you still have a lot of scratches that n-need to heal.”

“Where am I?”

“I-in my laboratory. I helped patch you up. I’m Alphys.”

You nodded at Alphys, and looked to the skeleton. He wasn’t looking at you. He was looking at a few documents he had in his hands.

“What’re those?”

The skeleton, without missing a beat, stated:

“Your adoption papers.”

You could hardly believe what you were hearing.

“You’re gonna adopt me?”

“Yep.”

“But…”

He glanced up at you.

“But?”

You looked down.

“But I’m a hybrid.”

The skeleton looked up.

“A hybrid?”

Alphys spoke up.

“She’s the result of a human and monster.”

“I see. And why would that change my mind?”

You start to tear up.

“Thank you.”

“Alright. All I need is to turn this in, and you’ll officially be my daughter.”

You can barely see through your tears.

“So! First things first. I’m Sans, but I go by G. You can call me whatever you want.”

You rub your eyes, and look back at G.

“Can I call you ‘Dad’?”

G smiled.

“Of course, kiddo.”

#angst #x reader #female reader #fem reader #reader insert #cute #G

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angelamajiki · 3 years

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[ a father’s love ]

PARING: StepFather! Aizawa x StepDaughter! Reader

SYNOPSIS: Your stepfather took you in with open arms after the death of your mother. Depression gets the better of you and Shouta promises to take care of you. But just how far is he willing to go to see it through?

CW: yandere, pseudo-incest, mentions of stalkers, mentions of death, depression, mental health issues, pregnancy, noncon, somnophilia, bondage, daddy kink, praise kink, afab reader

AN: my first collab with the bnharem server!! the theme was roommates (i ran with the term loosely) read the other member’s takes here! mind the tags as usual and enjoy!! :)

The death of your mother shattered you. A freak accident with a villain attack had her crushed under rubble from a collapsed building. Your stepfather, Shouta, suggested that you move back home with him after her funeral. As tempting as the offer was, you were determined to make it through University and handle yourself like a big girl, an adult ready to take on the world. You had only moved out a few months before her death, independence calling to you after you received your college acceptance letter.

A few months and an eviction notice later, you crawled back to him, the only remnants of your family. Open arms enveloped you, bringing you solace and comfort in your dire time of need. You felt like a child, bundled up in his arms as you sobbed, screaming at the cruelty of the world. Depression hit you hard and deep, flunking you out of your classes and preventing the bills from being paid. You had no other alternative but to accept his offer.

“You time and space to grieve properly, kitty. The most logical thing to do is take a breather.”

Ah, kitty. He always knew that was your favorite nickname, calling you that ever since you were a little girl. He also always knew just what to say. Patting your thigh, he stood up and extended his hand to help you up as well.

“Let’s go step up your room. I'm sure you need a nap after that cry.”

He gave a wrinkly smile before disappearing down the hall.

Skeptical at first, you were unsure if it was the right move to return home. You needed time to figure out what you wanted, what you needed. A break from life would give you a chance to sort things out, right? And Shouta was more than prepared to use this opportunity to show you he would be all that you needed and more.

The man was nothing short of doting and generous. A shoulder to cry on, a good laugh, a friend, a father. He helped you piece your broken soul back together. Whenever he wasn’t patrolling, he was at home with you. When your depression seemed to drown you, Shouta was there to pull you out of the water. He made sure you ate, helped brush your hair when it was matted, and got you into clean clothes daily. It was the small things that he did for you that helped your demeanor change.

—

“Up and at ‘em, kitty. Breakfast is on the table.”

You grunted, burrowing deeper into your bedding. A chuckle reverberated in his throat as he rubbed your lower back soothingly.

“C’mon, I know you haven't been eating lately. Let's get some food in you. I made your favorite.”

—

But as time passed, his help could only do so much. Your mental health continued to dwindle, plummeting into the ground when her first anniversary passed.

—

Gentle strokes of a brush smoothed through your tangled hair. Shouta was kind enough to help you when your head got matted into a rat’s nest, being incredibly tender and gentle with you. Tears streamed down your face, broken hiccups and sobs bubbling from your chest. You were trying to hold it in, he could tell. A sweet kiss was placed on the back of your head as he enveloped you in a comforting embrace, letting his hands sip down to your hips to rub circles in.

“Let it out, kitty. I'm here for you.”

He was the only one that was.

—

The domestic dynamic the two of you fell into hardly felt like one of parent and child, but more as two lovers sharing a home they built together. The pair of you even adopted a new cat together in hopes of cheering you up. You can't say that you disliked it. It felt...nice to have your presence matter when it was a struggle even to be alive. Shouta always checked in on you; whether he sent you an update from work or shared a cat video. He really was the best father anyone could hope for, even when your depression got the worst of you.

Your depression started to manifest itself in many forms. Lately, you’d been having vicious nightmares, only to wake up with an unknown stickiness on your thighs. Recalling the night terrors was something that evaded you, but you knew you were being violated. Perhaps your body wet itself from the fear of the dream? It was the only logical answer you and Shouta could come up with. Depression sure had funny ways of physically manifesting itself. You thought that would be the end of it, putting the situation behind you.

It was until it started happening nightly. The nightmares only seemed to prolong themselves, worsening to the point where you could vividly dream of being assaulted. Your underwear was now soiled too, and it definitely wasn’t your doing. Fearing you had a stalker, Shouta installed brand new locks on your windows and doors, hoping to soothe you. He was a Pro-Hero, so he certainly had the means and know-how to protect you. It put you at some ease, but it continued to the point where your stepfather decided sleeping in the same room would help you feel safer.

It didn't.

The nightmares themselves only seemed to get worse, but Shouta was right there to comfort you as soon as you woke up shouting in a panic. He would take you into his arms and hold you until you fell back asleep. You felt like a child. But he didn't judge you.

After a month of strange behavior, the stress caused you to gain some weight. Visiting a doctor was your best bet to get an answer. He took you to your appointment, letting you hold onto his arm for comfort as his hand rested comfortably on your thigh. The two of you were mistaken for a couple by a nurse. What a strange, intimate relationship the pair of your tangled yourselves in.

The doctor ran some tests and had your blood drawn. The results were to be emailed to you in a few days. Shouta calmed your nerves with a tender kiss to the forehead, reassuring you that everything would work itself out.

The notification for the email came in a few days later while Shouta was at work and you were lounging in the living room. Patience was never your strong suit, so you took his laptop from the coffee table, only to open up to a camera feed. Coming from your room.

The blood in your veins ran cold as you looked into the memory drive of the feed. Maybe he set up a camera to see what was happening during your nightmares? That had to be it; how could you assume the worst of your sweet dad? The only saved footage to be found was him fucking himself deep inside of your sleeping body.

“I see the results are in.”

You nearly jumped out of your skin at the sound of his voice. He always had a habit of sneaking up on you.

“What-” You couldn’t find the words to describe your anger. “What the fuck is this!”

Disgust. Rage. Dispair.

Your only family left had turned against you.

“You were upset at the loss of your family, kitty. So I decided to give you a new one.”

He couldn't possibly mean…

“You’re pregnant.”

Bile rose to your throat as you gagged at the mere thought of his words. Pregnant? With your father’s child? His betrayal cut you more profoundly than your mother’s death ever could have. But it couldn't have made more sense—his touches, his comfort, sleeping in your room, the nightmares that plagued you.

“You’re sick!”

You shouted, tears streaming down your face as you continued to pummel insults and nasty spats at him. You lost your voice by the end of your rant, panting and heaving while sweat beaded your brow. He just stood there, taking everything in with a grain of salt.

“I understand, kitty. I really do. I should have been straightforward with my intentions.” He confessed.

The capture weapon around his neck snagged you the second you moved on the couch.

“Let daddy make it up to you. I'll make everything better for my pretty little kitty.”

It secured you to the sofa, keeping your legs spread and your hands behind your torso. On his knees in front of you, Shouta was ready to serve his apology with his tongue. Panties and sweatpants were ripped at the seams before being tossed aside.

He caressed your thigh with a delicate touch, pressing his lips to the other side. A kiss was pressed to your clit before long slow strokes of a hot tongue lavished it in attention. He kneaded your thighs gently all the while, humming as he began to alternate between licking and suckling on your sensitive nub.

Your head thrashed about in your binds as you shouted in protest.

“S-Stop it right now! Get off of me, dad!”

In a desperate plea, you hoped that hearing you call him dad would force him back into reality. Instead, he groaned and took a breath.

“Call me that again, kitty.”

A hot mouth sealed over your wet cunt as he dove his tongue between your folds while sucking with his lips. The pleasure was undeniable; his tongue was too experienced to ignore how his ministrations made you feel. Toes flexing and curling, you cried out of a mix of frustration, disgust, and humiliation as he continued to work at your dripping hole. This pig was getting off on the fact that he was fucking his daughter. It made your soul shatter all over again, the one he worked so hard to rebuild.

You continued to sob, moans now added to the mix, as he worked a finger inside of you. He made a curling motion after plunging in knuckle deep. A pleasured shout broke between your cries.

“I'll take it that’s your sweet spot, pretty girl? Good to know.”

He continued to abuse that spot, slowing down just a touch with his tongue to drag out the ride to the peak. Can't have you coming too fast, now can we? Your moans and whimpers spurred him on even more as he wiggled another finger inside you.

Removing his mouth, he focused on stretching and loosening up your tense body. You were lax when sleeping, so sliding in was a pinch with his size. But now he has to deal with you thrashing and struggling against his bonds. Disgust and pleasure churned together in your gut, feeling the incoming orgasm approaching hard and fast. Shouta felt you clench around his fingers and added a third, using his thumb to swipe your clit back and forth. With a final cry, you came on his fingers with a shout as your body convulsed in the capture weapon. You found what little peace you could in your short-lived post-nut clarity, taking a moment to breathe and center yourself.

Your father gave you no such chance to do so, immediately springing his cock free and rubbing the tip against your clit to gather your wetness. A chuckle sounded in his throat as he watched you twitch even more from the stimulation that was starting to border on being painful.

“Relax, kitty. Being tense won't do you any good.”

He slowly nudged his cock into your hole, groaning as he took his time bottoming out inside you. Praise spilled from his lips as he let you adjust, feeling your pussy clench tight around him. Good girl, good kitty. He shushed your sobs, smoothing the tears off of your face with the pads of his thumb. Murmurs of good girl and taking me so well slipped your senses. The pace he set was slow and deep, letting you feel every agonizing inch of his rather impressive dick.

Your flowing tears were kissed away as he proceeded to thrust faster and deeper. The sound of skin slapping against one another filled the room, even above your now weakened crying and whimpers. Sweat beaded on your brow plastered your hair to your forehead. His breath was warm against your cheek, his moans of pleasure so close to your ear forced you to stay in the moment.

Shouta swallowed your cute noises with a kiss, cupping and stroking your cheek with his right hand while his left pinned your hips down into the cushions. He did his best to stop your tears, pushing the hair off of your sweaty face. A few minutes passed filled with kisses, cries, and deep thrusts before he maneuvered you to be seated in his lap. Back pressed into the cushions, he lazily thrust up into you, hands grabbing your now bouncing ass. His thumb made its way back to your clit as he rubbed it in small circles, grinning at your cries of pleasure that you couldn't hold back. Dark brown eyes fluttered shut as he groaned and moaned proudly, increasing the speed of his thrusts as he felt himself getting closer and closer.

He usually lasted longer while you were sleeping; he does have quite a bit of stamina from his hero work. But something about seeing your flushed, torn face, hearing your whimpers and cries, he can't help but cum rather quickly for his own record. The pleasure was manifesting itself within you again, a second orgasm hitting you like a speeding truck as you gasped and choked for air at its intensity. Shouta was soon to follow, grunting and moaning loudly as he filled your cunt with his spend. He rode out both your orgasms, relishing in the silence between the two of you. It was better than hearing your broken, choked up wails.

It was wrong; he knew that. Breaking your trust, violating you, sabotaging your personal life, he couldn't help but be selfish with you. But he always knew what was best for you, always knew how to take care of you when you couldn't.

Foreheads pressed together, he caught your sagging body against him in a warm hug, stroking your hair when you started to sob uncontrollably.

“Let it out, kitty. I'm here for you.”

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darkmulti · 3 years

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I see your request is open for hc yay!

Can i request A!JKxO!Reader where jK has a huge dick and reader is a virgin and also his mate. So JK marries her and forcefully deflowered her and forcing orgasms out of her (bleeding/blood play while deflowering her is up to you). She found out JK’s obsessions of forcing orgasms out of hers until she passed out every night. JK also has a breeding and breastfeeding kink so he wanna knock her up just so he can breastfeed on her. He locked her up, all the time he spends with her is used to breed her while forcing as many orgasms out of her. Ok thats too long of an ask, sorry.. 🥺 thanks! 💜

-> I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH SHAUSHSHS

⚠️: NON CON, mention of blood, breeding kink, breast feeding kink, multiple orgasm, dacryphilia kink, angst, death, murder, slapping, somnophilia kink, rough sex

Pairing: Alpha!Jungkook x Omega!Virgin!reader

-> sorry for any mistakes

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Your breed and Jungkook’s breed are not on good terms

The reason why is because your breed have better senses and are a lot stronger

Jungkook’s breed is the second strongest and let me tell you, they don’t like second place

Since they outdo your breed in numbers, they travel around in large packs and kill wolves your kind

If they eliminate all of you, they’ll be on top

Your parents raised you to stay away from them

They’re just trying to keep you safe because you’re their only child

They allowed you to explore the forest, but you couldn’t go too far

They still needed to be able to smell you out

You’re parents also told you howl if you felt like you were in danger

And you can only explore during the day time

Once it’s night, you must stay close to your parents so they can protect you

One day, you were sitting close to edge of a cliff

This was your favourite spot because it gave the perfect view of the sun setting

10 minutes later, you decided to go back to your pack only to be horrified by the scene

Your pack… everyone was dead

Blood everywhere

Bite marks all over their body

You walked into the crime scene more and saw your parents dead on the ground, next to each other

You immediately burst out into tears, not believing what you’re seeing

“Mom! Mom, please! Wake up!” You nudged her but it was too late

You sat down in between your parents and grieved the whole night

Why couldn’t they kill you too?

You were about to close your eyes but, caught an unfamiliar scent

Your natural instincts kicked in and you got up

You started looking around but that’s when something attacked you from behind

You fall to the ground and knock out after they give you one hard blow to the head

The next morning, you woke up in a bed

You frantically looked around, trying to put the pieces together, but that’s when he popped out of no where

His scent didn’t fail to reach you and once you inhaled it, you remembered all the traumatizing events of last night

Your heart rate increased and you immediately started to panic

“Where’s my mom?! Where am I?! Take me home!”

You started to freak out

“My mom told me to stay away from monsters like you! Leave me alone!”

You let out a piercing howl and made a run for it

However, Jungkook was faster and much, much stronger

He got a hold of your wrist and dragged you back to the room

He quickly pulled out his phone and shoved it in your face

You were squirming around at first but once you heard a familiar cry, you stopped

Jungkook was showing you live footage of wolves your breed, tied up god knows where and howling for help

Your heart crumbled into a million pieces

“W-why are you doing this to us?” You choked on your sobs while watching your breed beg for mercy

“Marry me, and I’ll let them go.”

You looked at him, appalled

“Marry? I won’t marry you. After you killed my family, you want to get married?!”

You pushed him away from you and slapped him

Jungkook poked his cheek with his tongue and quickly dialed a number

“Kill them all.”

You look up wide eyed and shouted “No!”

“You don’t wanna marry me so, now I have to kill them.”

“Wait! No! I’ll marry you! Please set them free!”

Jungkook smirked in victory and told his buddies to stop

“Wedding is tomorrow. Everything is planned, all you have to do is get all dolled up for me and say “I do.”

He left your room as you sat down on the edge of the bed, wiping your tears away

The next day was the worst day of your life

They woke you up early so, they could start getting you ready for the wedding

Once you said “I do” at the alter and signed the paper, Jungkook lips turned into a evil grin

After sealing your marriage with your first kiss, Jungkook drove you both back to your new house

Once you got inside you turned around and faced him

“I did what you asked. I got married to you and now, I’m your mate. You got what you wanted. Now show me live footage that you’re letting the wolves go.”

“You’re so cute, y’know? You really fell for it. The footage wasn’t live. Those wolves have been dead for a while. I could show you the footage of me killing them, if you’d like.”

Your heart dropped into your stomach

“What do you mean? It wasn’t real?!”

“You’re so naive, little one.”

You look at him, dumbfounded

“Why did you kill all of them? Why did you kill my pack? I just don’t understand. Why did you kill all of them just to marry me in the end?”

“Lower your voice, I don’t like being talked to in that way.”

“Go fuck yourself!” You yelled and turned around to leave

He pulled you back and carried you downstairs to the basement while you kept thrashing and yelling

“Let me go, you sick bastard! I don’t want to be near you. Your scent is disgusting!”

You made the worst mistake of your life that night

That was the first time you made him angry

He tried controlling himself but, after you insulted his scent, he wasn’t going to go easy on you

One hard slap after another shut you up pretty quickly

Now, you were terrified of him

Your cheeks were warm and stinging as hot tears glided down

All you could think was “why?”

Why was this happening to you?

Why was only your breed being targeted?

Why did he kill all those wolves?

It mentally tore you apart

You couldn’t wrap your head around anything going on

Before you could fight back, Jungkook got on top of you and pulled your dress down

“W-what’re you doing?!” You quickly grab your dress and struggled to keep it up

“No! No, please! I’m not ready! Please, I’m not ready! I hate you!”

You began to panic, so naturally you howled

“Please! I want my first to be someone I love! Please, don’t do this to me! I’ve never done anything bad in my life! You can kill me if you’d like!”

Crying and fighting wasn’t enough to stop Jungkook

He pushed his whole length in and started fucking you hard without letting you adjust

You frantically cover your breast and private part with your hands but he flipped you around and took you from behind

You felt disgusting and worthless

Your blood was streaming down your thigh and it covered his cock

Jungkook grabbed your ripped wedding dress and wiped up all the blood so, you’ll never forget this day

He threw it in front of you to make you feel even more bad about yourself

You looked away from the dress and focused on your breathing

The speed he was going at was unbearable therefore, it was quite hard to catch your breath

You started to cry for help, calling for anyone who was brave enough to save you

Jungkook’s size wasn’t easy to adjust to

It felt like you were being ripped apart

Especially because it was your first time

“P-please! S-slower! I can’t-”

Your voice cracked in between your sobs

You felt his cock grow inside of you and his tip began rubbing against your cervix

The pain was too much to handle so, you started to cry harder

“No! Too much! I can’t take it!” You wailed, trying to move away from him

He pulled you right back and went as deep as he possibly could

You came around him and thought it was over

Little did you know, it was just the beginning

Hours later, you were under him sobbing hysterically

You were filled with his cum to the point where it was leaking out of you

There was literally a puddle of cum in between your legs

You had bruises all over your arms and body because of his tight grip

And his strong scent made your head spin

You were a helpless, mess

Hickeys covered your neck, collarbone and jawline

Your lips were swollen from all the rough kisses

Your clit was burning from overstimulation

Your cheek was red and bruised

But, Jungkook didn’t plan on stopping

You felt like you were going to pass out when suddenly ripples of forced pleasure pushed through your body

You held your breath and tried fighting off the feeling but it was impossible

You started to cry more, not being able to handle the fierce orgasm

You sobbed uncontrollably, not know what was happening to your body

Before you could open your eyes again, you passed out

Jungkook hovered over you again and fucked you 10x harder after watching you spasm around him

He didn’t care that you were unconscious

You looked so hot in that moment, he couldn’t resist

This continued on for the rest of the year until he purposely impregnated you

If his offspring had a mix of his genes and a mix of your genes, it’d definitely be one of the strongest wolves to ever live

You were crying so hard, telling him to stop because you weren’t on anything

After you found out you were pregnant, he blamed it on you

“You have one fucking job and it was to take your pill.”

“I ran out of pills and I told you that night! I told you to stop. Jungkook, I tried my best to warn you but you didn’t listen-”

He pushed you back on the bed and forced another orgasm out of you, not caring about your pregnancy

You couldn’t fight him off so, you stayed still and hoped for the best

You didn’t want to stress out because it would be bad for your baby

Although you were pregnant, Jungkook demanded sex

Even when you were 8 months pregnant, he still fucked you as hard as he could

You were in so much pain but handled it for your child

The next month, you gave birth

You were obviously new to the mom life and it was quite difficult to adjust

Usually, women have to wait 4-6 weeks before engaging in sexual intercourse

The doctor explained it to both you and Jungkook, so it’s not like he doesn’t know

After you breast feed your newborn son, you tuck him into bed and go to your shared bedroom

You were still in a lot of pain and really wanted some rest

Jungkook was out hunting and when he came home, he was a bit intoxicated

You smelt the alcohol the moment he stepped in the house

He stumbled his way upstairs and slammed the door shut, scaring your newborn

Your son started to cry so you quickly got up to put him back to sleep but Jungkook didn’t allow you

“See what you’ve done? You wouldn’t have to deal with this shit if you had just taken your pill.”

You ignored him and went to your son’s room to put him back to sleep

Jungkook followed you to his room and pulled you out before you could pick up your son

“Did you listen to what I said? I’m fed up with this attitude of yours.”

“Let’s not fight in front of him. We’ll talk in the room.”

You escaped his grip and put your son back to sleep

When you enter your room, you see Jungkook sitting on the edge of the bed with his belt in hand

Your heart dropped to your stomach

“N-not today. It hasn’t even been 24 hours yet.”

He scoffed, “do you really think I give a shit?”

He raised his voice a little and you gestured him to keep it down

“Don’t yell, he’s sleeping.”

“This is my house, I can talk however I’d like.”

There was no winning against him, especially if he’s intoxicated

You thought you could hold him off for the night until he’s sober again, but you were completely wrong

You were going to your side of the bed when he whipped his belt below your butt

He pulled you by the hair onto the bed and pulled down your night shorts

“I can’t, Jungkook! It hasn’t been 4 weeks! No!”

Jungkook always gets what he wants

His body weight kept you down as his cock plunged deep inside your cunt

You haven’t healed properly, so the pain was intolerable

You covered your mouth with your hand and sobbed

You still needed to be quiet but it hurts so bad

You pushed your face into your pillow and attempted to let out quiet whimpers

“It hurts! Please, slower!” You whispered

Jungkook purposely went faster and the skin slapping was so loud, you were afraid it’d wake up the baby

You were gasping for air, trying to get his body weight off of you so you could breathe normally

An hour after, you had another orgasm

You clutched onto the bedsheets and tried your hardest to remain silent

Jungkook came inside you again and collapsed on top of you, making you groan

He grabbed your right breast and began sucking as hard as he could until milk squirted onto his tongue

You tried squirming around to get him off, but the more resistant you are the more aggressive he gets

In the end, you passed out like always

You kept your distance from him and gave all your attention to your son

He hated that your attention wasn’t on him 24/7

So, he gave your son to his parents for a full month and kept you locked up in the basement

For that whole month, he fucke you senselessly

You were having orgasms every night; you couldn’t do it anymore

He’d bite down on your nipples and manhandle you all sorts of ways

You were exhausted but your son’s life was always on the line

Jungkook could easily hurt him

He doesn’t really care about your son

(I mean, he does but he acts like he doesn’t so he can use it against you.)

Jungkook only looks at your son as your weakness

He’ll make you have three orgasms in a row and if you tell him to stop or slow down, he mentions your son and it immediately shuts you up

He loved having so much power over you

He could literally fuck you for the rest of your life

You didn’t understand why this was happening to you, but there was nothing that you could do about it

There’s no one that could help you and even if there was, Jungkook will always one step ahead

No one dares to mess with him

I know this has lots of mistakes. I’m so sorry😭

#non con #jungkook smut #jeon jungkook smut #bts smut

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juminsmysticmc · 2 years

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please ignore this if you're not comfortable doing this or have already done this! First, Hii how are you? ♡ hope youre doing great! I kinda wanna see a headcanon of how the rfa would react to mom mc feeling down and not being as cheerful and how they would comfort their children that their mom is okay (i hope it makes sense lol)

RFA comforting their child because they feel bad about Mc is feeling down

Hey there, the funny thing is that that day I actually took my car and ,,ran from home’’ ( like, my bad ass was crying after screaming the shit out of me and drove 20 min to a station near my work place ) after arguing with my parents/ mom XD

I am kind of a crazy nut once something triggers me and yeah, I thought this request was kinda funny…a big coincidence.

Now, I hope that you too are okay and that you will enjoy reading this Headcanon! Have a nice day!

Jumin

Two weeks passed ever since your mother passed away, the last person you had from your side of the family.

One day, the both of you were talking about raising children and the other day you had to confirm whether this was her body laying there on the tiny table.

Since then, you were emotionally damaged.

You cried most of the time and were just wearing black clothes.

You were very different from your usual self.

So much so, that even your son and daughter noticed that something was off.

In fact, your sadness was something everyone around you, especially your loved ones, noticed.

Your children sat in their room, playing with their toys while you finally got yourself to get out of the bed.

However, despite you not being able to cry anymore, you still didn’t really laugh and were mostly off.

,,Daddy…’’ your daughter asked when Jumin was trying to get the voice of Arielle right.

,,Yes, my daughter?’’ he smiled.

,,Why is Mommy so sad lately? Did you guys argue?’’ she asked him and Jumin could feel his heart break.

Your sadness was something he couldn’t take from you, no matter how many times he held you in his arms, no matter how many times he patted your back, or told you that everything would be alright.

,,No baby…’’ he whispered. The book was long forgotten.

Suddenly, your son stood in the door frame and began to sob.

,,I want to see Mother smile again,’’ he said.

That night, Jumin laid in his daughter’s big bed together with his two children, hugging the sobbing kids and explaining that their mother was just down.

,,You know, the sadness you are feeling right now because your mother isn’t as happy as she was before is the same she is feeling right now because of her own mother,’’ he whispered, remembering that their children still didn’t know that their grandmother died.

The night was a long one and for the first time in his life, Jumin thought that skipping school was actually a good idea.

,,Why aren’t they at kindergarten and school? Are they sick?’’ you asked the next morning after you saw that your children were still in bed sleeping and for a short moment you were the old Mc.

After Jumin explained the reason, the first thing you did was barge into their room.

Your mother for sure would have wanted you to be happy for your children and this was the first step you took to overcome the grieving…

Zen

Everyone once had the one phase in their life, the one time in their life when everyone seemed to go down the river.

The time where nothing was working like it was supposed to.

The time when it seemed as if the world only had bad things for you.

And right now, Mc had to go through it.

Problems after problems were coming onto you, the young mother of two children, although only one survived.

Since you lost the child you were carrying in your womb, you were a bit different.

As if you were offline, you stopped smiling and seemed kind of angry the whole time.

You also got annoyed pretty quickly.

But if there was something that changed, it was the fact that you became even more protective of your daughter.

And of course the young girl noticed that her mother was off.

,,Daddy,’’ the girl began, her hand in Zen’s as they walked through the grocery store.

,,Mhh?’’ Zen asked his daughter, checking if the bananas were alright.

The young father, too, was devastated.

He could still remember your screams that day when you noticed that you were bleeding.

And not even half an hour, the two of you were crying together after learning that your child died.

Zen was slowly healing again, but he knew that you would need a bit more time to fully heal…

,,Why is Mommy so odd lately?’’ your daughter asked him. Zen finally looked up while she began to explain what she wanted to say.

,,She doesn’t go out with Aunt Jaehee anymore. She stopped singing in the bathtub and doesn’t wear makeup anymore.

And I have the feeling that she always tears up when I am about to go,’’ the girl told her father.

Everything was right and Zen had no clue how to tell his little baby that her mother was in pain, a pain that no one could take away from her.

Zen tried to go to a corner with less people before he went on his knees. ,,You know, Mama is a bit sad about something. She will be better soon, but she needs time. Time, love, and support.

The only thing we can do is support her, so don’t worry and just love Mommy. She will soon be the old mommy you knew, okay?’’ Zen asked his daughter, ruffling her hair.

,,Yes! If so, let’s buy her some chocolate!’’ she giggled.

Zen knew that you would be able to heal, but he also knew that this would take some time and he wanted to make sure that you could take all the time you needed to get better…

Yoosung

,,Dad?’’ Yoosung’s son said when he came home.

Yoosung looked up from his desk as he was writing down something.

,,Yes?’’ Yoosung asked, his voice slightly annoyed. It wasn’t something that happened often that Yoosung was in a bad mood. The father was more like the sunshine of the family.

But since you were the mother and your son was rather a mother’s son, whenever you were in a bad mood, it was something that bugged the young boy.

,,Did you upset Mommy?’’ he asked his father, sounding angry with him.

Yoosung rolled his eyes.

,,No, we just argued,’’ he responded.

,,So you did upset her. She’s crying because of you in the kitchen. I don’t like seeing her like this,’’ he said.

Hearing that you were crying was something he didn’t expect.

Yoosung’s expression was soft again, however, the argument was something… rather difficult and Yoosung didn’t really know how to approach you.

But the last thing he wanted was for you to cry because of him.

Yoosung’s son left the room and Yoosung could imagine that he was on his way to hug you.

When Yoosung, however, came to check on the both of you, expecting to see you both in the kitchen, you were the only one left, still being quite aggressive with the tools while you were cooking.

Slowly, without saying anything, the father went towards his son’s room, just to see him just as annoyed as the other members of the family.

,,What did you tell her?’’ he asked, his voice trembling.

,,Mom never rejects my hugs. You really screwed up this time,’’ he hissed, looking up.

Yoosung quickly hugged his son. He was just ten, but it seemed as if he was cooler than his father.

,,I’m sorry, I said something I shouldn’t… don’t worry. I will talk to her. It’s my fault…I’m sorry you had to go though this too,’’ Yoosung whispered, hearing his son whimpering by now.

,,I’m sorry that I made Mommy sad, but don’t worry, everything will be alright again!’’ he smiled.

Jaehee

,,Mom, does Mommy not love me anymore?’’ your seven year old asked Jaehee as she was reading him a bedtime story.

Jaehee paused reading, looked up from the fairytale and tried to process what her son just asked her.

,,I enjoy that you read the story to me nowadays, but usually Mommy did it more than you. She doesn’t smile as much as before and doesn’t talk much lately… is something wrong?’’ he kept asking.

Jaehee was still trying to process. Was a seven years old supposed to behave like that?

To worry about his parents?

To notice that his parents had some problems?

Was a seven years old supposed to think like an adult?

At that very moment Jaehee really guessed that your DNA must have been strong as you were the one who carried the child in your womb.

Jaehee smiled as she put the book aside.

Slowly she went below the blankets with her son and hugged the little boy.

Her hand was softly stroking his face and suddenly it hit her: he was growing up.

He would grow up.

,,You know your surroundings a lot. It’s good to notice things quickly, but you shouldn’t overthink or worry about these kinds of things,’’ she whispered.

,,I know, but I just couldn’t ignore it,’’ he confessed.

He was truly a perfect child.

,,Mommy has had a lot on her mind lately. Don’t worry too much, even though it’s hard,’’ she whispered, patting his back.

,,Why don’t we go and have a picnic with her tomorrow to help her to think of something else?’’ Jaehee asked her son, who immediately was down for the idea.

The next day the two of them really managed to get you out of the house, leaving the coffee shop closed and instead enjoy the warm weather in a park on the grass.

,,Mommy…whatever is on your mind, you can say it to the sun. The sun will burn all your worries with its fire! And then your worries will be solved!’’ the young boy said after the three of you laid together on the blanket.

You looked over to him as he was holding his hand up to the sun.

You slowly teared up as you nodded.

,,The sun will surely burn my worries… Thank you for giving me the idea, baby,’’

Saeyoung

,,There there, why is my baby crying?’’ Saeyoung asked as he found his seventeen year old daughter crying.

It was quite a shock to him and Saeyoung hoped that she wouldn’t confess that she had a boyfriend or was lovesick.

However, to his surprise, she kind of had even worse worries.

,,Baby, you yourself should know how a woman is! She’s just worried about some things! Your mom will feel better soon!’’ he laughed, hugging his daughter.

However, his throbbing heart made her notice that Saeyoung lied.

,,I don’t trust you, Dad… what’s wrong? Please tell me,’’ she begged him.

Saeyoung looked at the girl. She was becoming more and more beautiful.

Her face was yours, the nose, the lips, your hair color.

The only thing that made him remember that he was actually the father of this beautiful teenager was her eye color.

Just like his, as if he was looking at honey.

,,Dad,’’ she repeated. Saeyoung finally realized that he was supposed to come up with a good lie, but before he could say something, his tears were already rolling.

,,Oh my God, is Mom dying?!’’ she gasped, gasping for air before bawling even louder.

,,What?! No! Why are you thinking that?!’’ Saeyoung shrieked, not noticing that he began to cry too.

The both of them actually forgot that it was still four o’clock in the afternoon and that you could hear them from the room next to them, barging in when you heard sobs.

,,What the hell did you do to her to make her cry?!’’ you hissed at Saeyoung, quickly hugging your child.

,,Mom! Don’t die, please!’’ your daughter finally spilled.

It took you a while to explain to your daughter that you weren’t dying and after she finally calmed down, after hugging her for a long time, you and Saeyoung finally shared your worries about her younger brother.

,,Mom and Dad don’t want him to be alone in school and so we’ve been worrying a lot lately,’’ you finally said.

,,But baby, you don’t need to worry. Why are you sad? Mom’s always worried about you guys!’’ you chuckled, stroking her head.

,,Because I love you! I don’t want to see you that sad! Of course I would tear up!’’

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mirkwoodshewolf · 3 years

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Give her the life I never had; Harry Potter x child reader

*Author’s note*

So this came from my Wattpad requests and this is my first Harry potter (character not fandom) fic that I have written so I hope I didn’t mess this up for any hardcore Potterheads out there. So this takes place during the Battle at Hogwarts so expect some death and violence involved, other than that not really much anything really. I know it’s been awhile since my last update but I hope to pick up the pace and post up some more stuff and then HOPEFULLY open up requests here since I know you all have been waiting patiently for that.

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It was finally over. All of it. Voldemort was now dead, the Death eaters defeated, and now the Elder wand was destroyed and lost to the sea. I looked towards the ruins of Hogwarts knowing that the stone and walls can be rebuilt, some of our friends would be able to heal their physical wounds, however some mental wounds won’t.

The Weasleys they’ll always have to live with Fred’s death for the rest of their life and grieve over the fact he’ll never come back, especially George. I had seen just how close their brotherly bond was, even when they had nothing they had each other, now George was gonna have to make do on his own, if he could.

And Hermione, while she doesn’t want us to know I had a feeling at what she had done to protect her muggle parents, thankfully with her and Ron seeming to repair their growing relationship, I know the Weasley’s will welcomingly be the family she needs now more than ever.

As I walked along the school grounds that’s when I came across (Y/n) getting looked over by one of the healers. When she looked towards me, she gently smiled and I smiled softly back at her thinking back on how I found her in all this chaos.

The battle was pure hell. Spells and curses being blasted, bodies dropping like flies, and rubble from the school walls crumbling down as repercussions from the spells firing out.

I had pushed back a Death Eater with an Stupefy spell which sent him flying all the way across the Great Hall. Another death eater soon came right at me but I quickly disposed of his wand first before giving him the paralyzing spell.

That’s when I heard it. The sound of a young girl crying. I quickly ran around the corridor and saw just down the stairs where I once found the Mirror of Erised, a young girl around maybe her 1-2nd year hovering over an older girl who looked almost like her but had longer hair. The young girl with shorter hair was weeping hysterically as she kept crying.

“Liz? Lizzie. Get up sis. Oh please get up.” From the pale skin and the soulless eyes that Lizzie had, I knew immediately she had been hit with the Killing curse. Cautiously I walked over to her and said.

“Are you alright?” the young girl looked up at me and she sniffled.

“Yes. But my sister she—she won’t wake up yet her eyes are open.” Knowing how I hadn’t learned of the 3 unforgiving curses until my 4th year at Hogwarts, she must’ve not known what exactly happened to her sister.

“What’s your name?”

“(Y/n). (Y/n) (l/n).”

“Well (Y/n), I…….I’m afraid to tell you this but……..your sister’s—she’s dead.”

“What? No but….if she were dead her eyes would be shut, the spell that hit her just made her collapse. Like the paralysis spell.”

“But it wasn’t a blue light that hit her, was it?” she looked back down at her sister and touched her cheek. “I’m afraid it was the most dangerous of all unforgiving curses. The Killing Curse.” She sniffled and hugged her sister’s corpse and choked out.

“But—she was…..she’s all I have left!” I looked around and two more Death eaters spotted us.

“Get behind me.” I urged (Y/n). Without question she got behind me and I held out my wand and as they charged toward us I called out, “Stupefy!” which sent one Death eater flying backwards but then I felt a shock to my hand which sent my wand flying towards the second Death eater’s hand. She sneered at me but then a voice exclaimed.

“Petrificus Totalus!” the female Death eater soon went stiff and fell to the ground. I turned and saw that it was (Y/n) who had casted the curse. I ran over and took my wand back from the witch and told her.

“Come on. We can’t stay here.” She took one last look at her sister. I knew she was hesitant to leave her but if she remained here, she’d be a sitting duck. “Your sister would want you safe (Y/n).” she turned to me and nodded before taking my hand and we raced out of the hallway.

Together the two of us worked together to fend off the oncoming Death Eaters, but one Death eater used an Inferno spell which burnt (Y/n)’s arm pretty bad. I shielded her from the next oncoming Inferno attack but the heat of the flames was almost too strong for me to hold back. That’s when a wave of water came and extinguished the flames and the Death Eater was flown backwards till his back hit a column and he collapsed dead.

We turned and there stood Professor McGonagall.

“Professor.”

“Harry, Ms. (L/n) are you both alright?”

“I am, (Y/n) however got burnt on her arm.” She walked up to us and she examined (Y/n)’s arm. She let out a painful hiss and the Professor said.

“I’ll take care of her from here Potter.”

“Thank you Professor.” Just as I was about to leave, I felt a hand grab the sleeve of my shirt and I saw that it was (Y/n).

“Thank you, Harry Potter.” I smiled down at her and nodded to her. She released my sleeve and I ran off to finally end this once and for all.

I walked over to her just as the healer cleared her off and moved onto the next student that needed medical treatment. I sat down beside her and asked her.

“How are you doing (Y/n)?”

“Shaky but—alive.” She softly scoffed. “But at what cost? My sister’s dead. She was the only family I had left. Now the ministry will probably put me in the Magic for Orphans facility, and with me almost being a teenager, no one will want me.”

I was probably the only one who knew what she must be going through. Even though we were orphaned in different circumstances, we still lost our loved ones to Voldemort. Now I must be crazy because I had no clear idea of what to do next but what I did know was that I couldn’t leave (Y/n) alone anymore.

“What if—” I started off by saying. “What if you…had someone to look after you?”

“But, but Harry I—I have no other living relatives. It’s always just been me and my sister since our parents died three years ago at the Quidditch world cup.”

“I know, but what if there was someone who wanted to help you out. Give you a home so that you wouldn’t have to suffer any potential abuse or neglect.”

“And just who would that person be?” I sighed softly before telling her.

“You’re looking at him.” Her eyes softly widened before she let out a soft gasp.

“But-but why? I mean no offense Harry but…..why would you want to help me out?”

“Let’s just say, from one orphan to another I know how lonely it can be. I had no clue about the magic world till I was just your age, and though I may not know how the Ministry of Magic deals with orphaned wizards, I do know a thing or two about living in terrible conditions. I lived practically my whole childhood in a tiny hall closet in my aunt and uncle’s place. And I wouldn’t want you to potentially go through that type of abuse in a stranger’s home.”

(Y/n) was silent for a moment, taking in what I just said. Weighing out her options before thinking about what answer she would give me.

“If not I’ll understand, I’ll check in whenever I can. But just know you won’t go through the rest of your life alone.” She looked up at me. Her eyes that were once filled with tears, but now filled with courage and strength as she said.

“If it won’t be too much trouble with you, I’ll go with you.” I softly smiled at her and told her taking notice of her robes.

“Spoken like a true Gryffindor.”

After that, the Weasley family, Hermione, myself and (Y/n) returned to the Weasley’s old home the Burrow and decided to rebuild it, a symbol as a fresh start to all our lives after this whole war.

We also had a memorial service for both Fred and (Y/n)’s older sister, each of us speaking for both Fred and (Y/n)’s sister before finally burying them and summoning a beautiful garden around them of their favorite flowers and plants.

As the sun was starting to set I saw (Y/n) still standing over her sister’s grave. I walked out to her and said.

“Mrs. Weasley’s prepared supper for all of us. She says you best come in before it’s all gone.” (Y/n) remained silent. I softly sighed and without another word I just stood there beside her. She may not want to talk, but she should at least know that someone was there when she was ready.

“I—never thought I’d have to face this world without her. Even through our fights, especially after mom and dad died, she was always there for me. She especially liked to tease me about my crush on Joey Matarazzo, saying we’d get married one day and have kids of our own. Now she won’t ever see me grow up, or achieve any dreams I’ll have for the future.”

“Let me tell you something my Godfather once told me. He told me that the ones that love us never really leave us. And we can always find them, in here.” I pointed to her heart.

She looked up at me and finally for the first time I saw a true, genuine smile. She came closer to me and wrapped an arm around my waist and rested her head against my ribs. I wrapped an arm around her and we stood there for a few more minutes before walking back inside the Burrow to join the Weasley’s for dinner.

*FF 19 years later.*

It was like any other year, but this time it was my second son’s first time doing this. I could already see from the look on his face that he looked anxious about his first year going as we came up to platform 9¾.

“Together.” I assured him as we took hold of his cart and we both ran straight through the brick wall and found ourselves right by the Hogwarts Express. As we walked closer to the train, we soon found Ron and Hermione with their kids, I spotted Draco and his wife and son bidding their goodbyes. He and I looked at each other, neither of us speaking a word but he gave me a point nod, and I nodded back to him.

“I was beginning to think I’d have to write my own brothers up for detention already.” A female voice soon spoke up and coming right towards us was (Y/n), all grown up and in her Professor robes.

Since the battle she continued on her Hogwarts education and excelled in both Magical creature knowledge and potions making. By the time she was in her 4th year at Hogwarts, Ginny and I had agreed to legally adopt her as our own child and she was beyond thrilled at the news. After graduating, she worked with me at the Ministry of Magic to focus on potion brewery before enrolling to be the next Potions Professor and this would be her second year teaching that class.

I’m told she’s kind but firm when it comes to students goofing off in that class, but she is always there to make sure no student messes up a potion and causes injuries either to themselves or others.

“Not in the slight.” I assured her.

“Good. I would hate to have to write them up to Headmaster McGonagall.” She told me. She looked down at her brothers and asked them, “So boys, you ready?”

“Oh yeah!” exclaimed James while Albus was more reserved and didn’t really say anything. Instead he walked away and sat down with his arms hugging his legs close to him. (Y/n) and I looked at each other and I told her to get James onto the train as well as herself while I talked to James. She nodded and guided James as well as his things over to the train while I walked over to Albus and knelt down beside him.

“Dad,” he spoke. “What if I am put in Slytherin?”

“Albus Severus Potter. You were named after two Headmasters of Hogwarts. And one of them was a Slytherin. And he was the bravest man I had ever known. But if it means to you, you can choose Gryffindor. The sorting hat does take that into consideration.”

“Really?” I nodded. “But how would you feel? If I was sorted into Slytherin?”

“Then Slytherin will have gained the best wizard they could ask for.” He smiled and embraced me and I hugged him back. “Now come on, off you go.” We then walked towards the train and Albus got himself situated inside with his brother and Ron and Hermione’s kids, and riding alongside them to keep an eye on them to Hogwarts was (Y/n).

As I stood by my friends and we watched the train leave the station, waving goodbye to our kids I couldn’t help but feel like we had done it. The war ended almost 2 decades ago and now our children can learn magic in a better world, a world without Death Eaters, a world without darkness and death, a world without a Dark Lord.

A peaceful time in our world.

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