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recreationalfanfics · 1 year

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Record of Justice: Wonder Woman! Reader HCs

I am so gay for Diana.

- Brunhilde doesn't HESITAITE to choose you as one of her champions, seeing as you're both demi-gods who come from a warrior race of women, I can see you and her honestly having a lot in common together.

- But yeah, no, Diana's whole thing is that she wants to save the world of man so even of Brunhilde didn't choose her, you would have still chosen to fight because it was your duty.

- So Wonder Woman has multiple origins: Her original one being that she was born from clay by her mother but there are versions she has a dad which kinda switches between Hades and Zeus. Zeus will be your father in this case because I genuinely like the idea of him blowing his fucking gasket when he sees you enter in the side of humanity.

- "YOU KNOW HER, YOU LOVE HER: LADIES AND GENTLEGODS, GIVE IT UP FOR THE AMAZONIAN PRINCESS AND SAVIOR OF MAN: (Y/N)!!!"

- Ares and Wonder Woman have so much beef in the comics so you and him definetly don't see eye to eye now. In fact, Ares would fight you himself if he could but like, you're also kinda scary when you're mad.

- Zeus and Poseidon are literally about to blow a fucking gasket when they see you. Zeus is more subtle as usual as he's all: "Oh, well she's always been the black sheep of the family!" but in reality, he feels deeply betrayed. Poseidon isn't surprised honestly, he genuinely believes you should have grown up with the Olympians instead of on Themyscira because then maybe you'd learn to look down on those pathetic humans instead of protecting them.

- Tbh, Poseidon does have a bit of a soft spot for you as his niece because you're the only one whose ever DARED to back talk him despite knowing his power. He wishes your mother, Hippolyta, wasn't such a stubborn woman. I can totally see moments when you're absolutely destroying Gods and Poseidon just smiling proudly at you but then quickly scowling so no one can see him.

- However the Greek Gods who explicitly still care for you are definetly Hermes, Hercules, and Aphrodite.

- Aphrodite, being your big sister, absolutely adores you even if you two aren't on the same side. She smiles when she sees you and if she can, she will try to catch you in the hallways and pull you into a hug, meanwhile you're kinda suffocating in her bosom. She compliments you on what a strong and beautiful woman you've become, the only reason she isn't upset with you for "betraying" the family is because...well, you've always been like that. It's just nice to see you again♡

-As for Hercules, you both are Demi gods and while you acknowledge humanities faults, you welcomed him with open arms and appreciate his dedication. You two might not be bound by blood but the way you carry each other's ideals and respect and tease each other, its very clear you two have an unbreakable bond.

- Hermes adored you since you were born. Despite Themyscira's laws that men weren't allowed on the island, he was a God, and would happily come and see you to play with you. Taking on a big brother role in your life, he smiles softly as you glare at your father and he thinks you're just as cute as when you were a little toddler struggling to walk on the sandy beach coast of your island.

- As for the human side, they're all in literal wonder of you...which makes sense regarding your hero alias, but when they watched you at work: you impressed everyone while Brunhilde smiled at you and it pissed Zeus off even more when you both shook hands and sent him smug smirks on your faces.

Enemies/People Who Dislike You:

- Ares is a huge hater as I stated before, maybe you humiliated him in the past in front of Zeus, or maybe it was that one time you stole his helmet in a fight and became the New Goddess of War for a while but either way: you and him should never be in the same room together because not even the Gods can predict that disaster.

- Loki thought the rope thing was kinda hot but found out the hard way WHY it was called the Lasso of Truth. Even when he is shaped shifted, he will revert to his normal form if you ever catch him with it AND YOU ALWAYS FUCKING DO. He also can't even try and mislead you by telling you half truths because he just blurts out the truth right away. Everyone absolutely adores you for it, ngl since Loki doesn't even bother pulling tricks when you're around and when he sees you fight for humanity, he throws a huge tantrum...He still finds the rope thing hot tho...

- Zeus. He has conflicted feelings for you, he does love you but he wishes you wouldn't always go against his wishes...though he supposes thats what he gets for having your mother raise you instead of him. You show him respect but you clearly harbour bitter feelings for him betraying your trust and wanting to wipe out humanity and he understands that. It still doesn't give you the right to laugh about him with Brunhilde and he'll be sure to get you back for it.

Allies/Friends Who Trust You:

- Brunhilde is honestly a good friend of yours, I genuinely think she sees you the same way she sees Hercules but she relates to you a little more. (The Valkyries and Amazon's would have martinis on the beaches of Themyscira, fight me on that-)

- Shiva, honestly. He likes that you're strict but you can definetly be fun and silly in your own way. You honestly remind him of Rudra, who he totally tries to set you up with so because you two really have a lot in common!

- Obviously Hercules, Hermes, and Aphrodite but also: Poseidon, surprisingly...sometimes. Again, he does soften a bit when it comes to you and he wonders if you're simply stubborn and brave or stubborn and stupid. You are his favorite niece but also, the one that causes him to roll his eyes the most.

- Honestly, all of the Valkyries. When you heard about Brunhilde and her Völundr's, you knew that it was clever but also: that you couldn't just stand to let your fellow sisters in battle fall, the odds being against them. Also, the will all hug you and tackle you to the ground.

- Sasaki Kojiro is a human you take a liking too, he reminds you of a friend whose clad in all black...except he's more cheerful and happy and might have lost in life, but still: he never gives up. You admire those skills in a human and he gets all shy and flustered when you compliment him but I can totally see the both of you practicing sword fights and even moments where he beats you, which you're proud of him for doing, honestly.

- Adam. He genuinely just is the dad Zeus never was, even though you're not one of his own children, he'll fight like you are. Tbh, the only man that deserves to set foot in Themyscira and the other Amazon's would agree. Eve also gossiping with your Hippolyta in the crowd and complimenting her on raising such a wonderful daughter and they talk about mom things.

Admirers/Characters Who Have a Crush on You:

- Thor, just straight up. Since you're a fellow immortal, you two have somewhat known each other, you didn't really care much for the godly affairs so it wasn't often, but he's had the biggest crush on you. When he saw you fight so fearlessly in the crowd, those feelings came back 10 fold. Definetly wants to fight you because that's his way of flirting. Zeus and Odin 100% want to pair you two together to create an official alliance and while Thor wants you to choose him out of your own volition, he will suggest that it is a good idea.

- Jack the Ripper. HE HAS BISEXUAL PANIC BECAUSE HERCULES WAS ALREADY SOKIND TO HIM BUT YOU?? OH, YOU'RE TRULY DESERVING OF THE TITLE OF GODDESS, your color is so gorgeous; filled with such love and passion. After his battle, after he killed Hercules, he is ashamed to face you. But, amazingly, you do not look at him in disgust or shame. You kneel down and gently hold his face, you are in mourning, but you still kiss his head gently and tell him: "You fought well. Rest." and he just short circuits as you begin to carry him.

- BUDDHA, BABY. He loves how serious you are but also, that you can be pretty goofy honestly. Also loves how you stand up to Zeus constantly. Not to mention he certainly has a thing for strong women. But also, he finds your work inspiring, trying to guide humanity to a better life of enlightment. HIPPOLYTA ALSO TRYING TO SET YOU TWO UP BECAUSE SHE'S A COOL MOM AND SHE'S ALL: "You know, that Buddha has been staring at you~" and you have to be all: "MOTHER!" And he walks over to you and offers you a snack and you take it. Zeus hates him because he thinks Buddha would be a "bad influence" on you.

#Record of Ragnarok x reader #crossover #Recreational Crossovers #record of ragnarok #ror x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader #snv x reader #ror buddha x reader #ror buddha #ror thor x reader #ror thor #ror jack the ripper x reader #ror jack the ripper

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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 1 year

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Butterfly I

a/n I'm clawing my way into this fandom since salt and pepper god took over my brain! Be gentle with me since it's my first time writing for this man! Happy reading! 🤍

summery: When Joel thinks that his life is over his little butterfly sends him a new reason to stay alive. The only problem is that he doesn't know how to love but when you are the meaning of love itself how can he not fall.

Part II can be found on my blog

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World had ended twenty years ago for Joel. Even more so, he was sure that he had died alongside Sarah. If he had a chance, he would have gladly been buried by his little girl. He didn't have a reason to be alive. Well, there was Tommy, but at that moment even that didn't seem like enough to keep him going. The moment Joel failed to do his first and most important job—protect the ones he loved—changed him without a chance of going back.

The morals had to die soon as well, and Joel had learned it the hard way. He tried to fight and protect the innocent at first. To stupidly ensure that everyone had been taken care of in the same amounts. Well, that resulted in him getting beaten multiple times. He didn't fight it at first. The physical pain numbed the emotional scars. But then something snapped in him, and he longed for the first blow. Then the second. Third. With a realization that this was how his sorry life was going be for the rest of his pointless existence. To fear less, Joel needed to become someone people feared, and he did just that.

Until, after one of his deals, he ended up running into you. Completely by accident as he tried to get away from the people he just had business with. Joel bumped into you, knocking you to the ground and causing you to hit your head on the pavement. "Shit, fuck", the male kneeled beside you cursing. You just laid there, and for a split second, Joel was convinced that you had died, until you let out a growl as you moved your hand to gently touch your pounding head. He debated whether he should just leave you there or take you back to his place. The first option was less complicated and demanded fewer efforts from him, but when he saw your eyes as you tried to look around, seeking to find who had caused such a collision, that's when he knew he couldn't just walk away like that.

Then a smile crept onto your face, followed by a light chuckle, and something inside Joel twisted again. He hadn't heard the sound of laughter in years. "Dang, for a moment I saw white horses running around", you laughed out loud, covering your eyes with your hands. Even more, concern washed over Joel. Had you hit your head that hard? He couldn't afford to get you medication or even a doctor for that. So he did the next best thing - assisted you in getting up and walking you to his place.

Everything after that was made up of Joel trying to hurt you so you would leave him and go your way. He desperately wanted to push you out of his life because he was afraid to admit that Sarah would have loved you. That she would have been nagging him constantly to bring you around. Imagining how life would have been with you before the outbreak. How would it have felt to come home to you making dinner? Hearing you and Sarah laughing together. Joel knew—he knew without even needing to think about it much—that his daughter would have loved you. He wished she had had the opportunity to experience your motherly love. The effortless, endless love that poured from within you. And finally, have a truly normal family built on love.

After all, Joel was convinced that Sarah had sent you to him herself. As if it was her way of making sure, even from heaven, which Joel barely believed in, that her father lived. Not just used up air and wasted his days away but found something to live for. You angrily bandaged Joel's arm one evening after yet another deal had ended poorly, leaving the man with a nasty cut on his forearm. Well, if he could even call that anger. Joel doubted you had that emotion implanted in your brain. You had pushed up your sleeves, not wanting the ends of them to get damp as you moved back and forth between a bowl of warm water and a cloth to clean the blood off his skin. That was the first time Joel saw the ink on your body. A butterfly, and then another one just above the first one.

Joel thought he imagined it at first. He knew he must have looked like a lunatic to you when he gripped your left hand firmly before pushing the material of your sleeve even further up. Three butterflies. All inching further up and up. Butterflies. Sarah loved them; she was Joel's little butterfly. The butterfly that got crushed by the brutality of this world.

"Joel," you carefully mumbled as his fingers traced the tattoos. A flicker of what was behind the mask flashed in his eyes. You knew that he was a broken man. People talked, and even if half of what they were saying was true, it was a lot to go through. Especially alone. Especially after losing the main purpose of your world. "This… when did you get this?", his words came out harsh, as if you should have felt guilty, "Not long before the outbreak. It just…", you giggled to yourself, "Feels silly now that they symbolize growth, a new beginning, and shit". However, it didn't seem stupid to Joel even if he had yanked the cloth out of your hand, pushing you out of the bathroom. Emotions took control of him. He couldn't love you. Couldn't stand you. But the way you kept knocking at the door, concern in your voice as you pleaded with him to let you in, only proved what he already knew. You two had found someone to hold onto. As scary as it may sound.

When Ellie first met you, she couldn't believe that you two were even here and had somehow mutually agreed on something. It seemed impossible to her. You were the polar opposite in her eyes. From the moment in the hallway when Joel had yanked her against the wall, you had warned the male as you leaned over to the girl. Ellie backed away at first, but it's like you had a magical touch, and not even a blink later, she was clinging to you as if you were the last straw for her survival. Joel had only grumbled more at the sight of that. "Get your hands off her," he said, motioning with the gun for the girl to move away, but all you did was tilt your head to the side, giving him one of those looks. "Joel…" you warned him, before turning your attention to the girl, "I'm Y/N, and that's Joel. He's always grumpy. It comes with age, so don't pay too much attention to him." For a moment, Ellie got scared that the gun might now end up being pointed at you, but the male only tightened his jaw before lowering the weapon. And that didn't change when you crossed the wall. You were there talking with her, making sure that she was okay, ensuring that Ellie's desire to communicate was satisfied, while Joel just frowned.

"Here you are", Joel's voice brought you out of your thoughts, and you smiled at him softly. You had just made your way to the safe house. Days of traveling rubbed off on all of you, so you were more than happy to indulge in some peace. "Was wondering where you crept away", even if Joel was 99 percent sure that he was going to find you here once he didn't find you in the dining room. It only took one look outside to know you'd be on the patio. Curled up on the bench watching the sunset. Any time you came by Bill's and Frank's, you always spent your evenings there.

"Missed the view," you mumble, resting your chin on your knees, "Or maybe the fact that there is nothing to fear here." Joel moved to sit next to you. His own eyes admired the view. He stopped doing stuff like this. Before the outbreak, it was work, work, work to keep a roof over everyone's heads, bring food, and give Sarah the best life that she deserved. After… well, moments like this felt almost forbidden. Not to mention that letting your guard down could get you killed. "Come here," Joel said, nudging your shoulder and wrapping his arm around you. Interactions like that between the two of you were rear but not completely foreign. You two had shared the bed numerous times. Joel had offered you a warm embrace when he saw that the world was close to crushing you. But you had never talked about who you two were or if you were anything more than a bed warmer for one another. "You do know that I would do anything to protect you?", Joel spoke out under his breath, bringing you even closer to him. Your heart skipped a beat as you moved your palm to cup his jaw, leaving a couple of kisses there as you nodded.

"Do you think they were happy when they…", you couldn't bring yourself to finish your sentence as the lump in your throat grew bigger. Joel hummed, "They had each other. That's all Bill and Frank needed". You moved to rest your head on Joel's shoulder. Breathing in both the scent of him and the brisk evening breeze. "Do you ever dream about finding the love they had?", the question was silly, truly, and you knew it. You and your existential questions had pissed Joel off more than once, but for some reason, you never stopped asking them. And for some reason, even through gritted teeth, Joel always answered them. The silence fell between you two for a moment. Joel hesitated to give you an answer. The truth was that the ten years you'd spent by his side had been surreal for him. Even if he constantly pushed you away, no matter the arguments you two would have, he always came back to you. Always. And you never walked away. You were always there waiting for him, even when he quite literally told you to get lost. When you were apart, all Joel could think of, was you. Nothing else mattered. He didn't matter. It was you who swirled around his mind. "Well," the male trailed off, "I've already…" But the door on the patio shot open as Ellie walked out, still looking down at the drawing on the shirt you had found for her.

"Hey, did you know that wild berry soup smells like strawberries?", she beamed till her eyes fell on the two of you. Her face instantly shifted since she had never seen you two this close. Well, she assumed that you might be together, but since she didn't see any grown-up interactions being exchanged, she just pushed that thought to the side. "Shit man, you are together. I was talking shit about him to you," Ellie practically cried out as she raised her hands above her head, making you let out a laugh against Joel's shoulder. "We're not dating, bug", "She talked shite about me?" you and Joel said at the same time. The fact that he had gotten visibly offended by it made you let out another chuckle before you tapped his chest a couple of times.

"Girls have to stick together," you shrugged, and Ellie quickly gave Joel the middle finger. "Okay, enough, you two. Go insane, pick something for dinner, and I'll be right behind you," you said, throwing the blanket you had with at the girl, as ushered Ellie inside. You brushed your hand over Joel's chest as you walked towards the door. Joel's brain screamed at him to catch your hand. To make you stop so he could tell you the words he was meaning to say before Ellie walked in, but he didn't. Only tightening his jaw as his lips thinned into a tight line. He was a fool. A true fool who never truly learned to express himself. If only he could, maybe he would be able to call you his.

Joel's gaze immediately shifted to the window that peaked into the inside of the house once the sound of something falling echoed through the air. You and Ellie were on different sides of the island. The girl had one of those smirks that usually led nowhere good on her face. Then the sound of laughter shot through the space as you took off running to grab hold of whatever Ellie was holding in her hands. The girl squealed as you both ran in circles. "Give me the spaghetti hoops, you little thief!", you yelled, but that only made Ellie laugh more. "I'll tell Joel", you tried to threaten her, but she only let out a huff, "You wouldn't snitch", Ellie narrowed her eyes at you. You quickly hopped onto the island and slid to the other side, taking hold of both of Ellie's hands but losing your balance as you two tumbled to the ground. Joel practically ran inside at the sight of that, the worst scenarios already running wild. He couldn't let you get hurt. Neither of you could get hurt.

Joel rounded the corner, his heart already beating fast. And here you were. Ellie was nearly on top of you as you, as you two stared at each other, both still confused at what had just happened. And then there it was again. The laughter. The whole-hearted laughter drenched Joel's heart dry. Your arms wrapped around Ellie as she giggled away, pressing her cheek against your chest. Joel picked up the can of spaghetti hoops that had rolled off and were long forgotten. "Oh no, daddy is here, and he is mad," Ellie shrieked playfully, not lifting her head away from you. "Don't call me that shit," Joel warned her before slamming the can against the counter. He quickly turned around, running a hand over his face. Your expression clouded as well. Carefully, you helped Ellie stand up. Her eyes were looking at you as if she were silently asking if she had overstepped a boundary, but you just gave her a quick wink before pointing to the pot. In a couple of steps, you reached Joel as your hands ran down his back. His muscles tensed under your touch, but the moment you pressed a kiss in between his shoulder blades, Joel let out a sigh. "How about you take a shower while we heat up the food? Clear your mind and all that?", you continued to draw patterns on his skin. Joel didn't say anything as he stepped away from you and over to the stairs.

"Is he mad with me?", Ellie's voice made you turn to her. Her big eyes watched you as you shook your head. "He… well, Joel struggles with his emotions. He cares a lot, but that ends up overwhelming him, and then this happens," you said softly, Ellie nodded her head as if agreeing with you. You nudged her shoulder gently and asked, "Want to make the whole feast tonight? Get the canned sausages out." The shower was indeed all that Joel needed. The hot water took that extra weight of tension off his shoulders, and the fresh set of clothes made him feel like a new man. He was excellent at ignoring his basic needs, but with you, there was no need to worry about that because you always reminded him about all the little things. Things to made him feel better.

Ellie was delivering joke after joke while you all ate. Her energy was surprisingly high, considering that the last couple of days had been rough. "I'm telling you, he just knows all the jokes", she grumbled when Joel hit the right answer to her fifth joke, defeating the purpose of her performance. Joel's hand had slipped under the table, casually resting on your thigh, and you occasionally gave it a little squeeze as if to ensure him that you were here with him. "Okay, can I try?", you weren't much of a jokester, but everyone knew a joke or two. Ellie nodded her head eagerly. You cleared your throat, "What do you call a fish with a bow tie?" You questioned the two of them, trying not to break into a smile. Ellie shrugged her shoulders. "SoFISHticated," Ellie just gaped at you, but Joel snorted under his breath. Your eyes fall on him in an instant. He shook his head, trying to keep the smile off his face. "You laughed, you fucker," Ellie said, pointing her fork at Joel. "I didn't," Joel argued back, "Yes, you fucking did. Y/N tell him", "Yeah, Joel, I consider that a laugh", you moved your hand to gently rub the back of his neck, and his eyes met yours. He got lost in the depths of them just a bit before another laugh escaped his lips. You bit your lip as you watched him, realizing how much you had missed the sound of that. Since the only time you heard it was when the two of you got shitface drunk, and he fell while trying to take his pants off.

"You can fucking laugh. Dude, you're normal," Ellie beamed, watching Joel chuckle. "Eat your noodles before I take them away," Joel warned, reaching over and scooping some of the spaghetti hoops from Ellie's plate, making her protest straight away. She leaned across the table to do the same, but Joel brushes her spoon away easily. "No playing with the food, you two," you gently warn them, even though you enjoyed watching them interact, especially Joel letting her in. They instantly settle back down, even if they continue to watch one another from the corner of their eyes.

Yeah, this was the closest to home that Joel had gotten in over twenty years. Now all he needed to do was own up to his feelings. Admit to himself that the scary feelings won't disappear. But he was going to be equally scared with you or without your officially being a part of his life. And he had promised Sarah, his little butterfly, that he wasn't going to let this go to waste. And that the three butterflies on your hand were possibly you, Joel, and Ellie; that you were all fated to meet. Maybe you two were sent here to change his life. Teach Joel how to fly again.

#joel miller x reader #joel x reader #joel miller imagine #the last of us x reader #the last of us imagine #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal imagine

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zae5 · 5 months

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The eye of awe

Aemond x maid reader

Summary: A maid at the Keep relishes in the sweetness of gratitude.

Word count: 1.2k

Dividers by @saradika

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She hears the familiar clang of steel as she passes through the courtyard, wicker basket in hand daring to glance at the flash of silver dancing in the sun. He moves with the fluidity of men from myth, of childhood tales told by mothers of the Realm willing their meddlesome children to bed. Stories of agile and fearsome warriors fighting to save kingdoms of might and maidens of beauty, slender and graceful with their arms and legs, dancing to tunes of mystery. She finds him to have both, equal parts grace and ferocity as he dodges another blow before his blade lands against his opponent's throat. As the crowd erupts in applause she ducks under the archway leading indoors. Just like her childhood, her escape for the day is at its end and her eyes wide open to the life ahead.

Work at the Red Keep is equal parts arduous as it is rewarding. Despite her young age, she's been promoted from a scullery maid to working in service to the one eyed prince himself. She assists him daily, organizing his clothes, tidying his chambers, ordering his baths, serving his meals and above all making sure the order he has in place is never disrupted.

“Chaos is only tackled well on the battlefield” he'd said to her when she was brought to him “I do not expect an ounce near me. Should I find you lacking, you'll be sent away before you can make your apologies.”

His return to his chambers is angrier than usual. His bath lies ready at his disposal, his clothes laid out meticulously on the bed. A linen tunic, leather surcoat and coat, linen breeches, trousers of wool and two leather belts lined with gold are arranged in that order, all in shades of ivory, black and brown, adorned with the familiar three headed dragon glinting in gold ready to greet him once he finishes. The only piece of cloth that remains askew is his eyepatch discarded on the dresser in haste, as she stands waiting outside, unwilling to initiate change.

It is the only one he wears rather religiously despite its condition. It is whispered by the maids in passing, that it was Princess Helaena who made it for him, ever since he lost his eye at ten, the dreaded incident never spoken of lest one incur his wrath. It is said that the wound itself was inflicted by a lad of eight, his own nephew, for a purpose widely disputed by all she's heard from. She finds the whole thing rather nasty, a cruel punishment or perhaps an unfair trial from the Gods. The others think it rather fitting for a man so cruel to be felled in such a way, yet she finds it akin to being cursed, for him to be so beautiful yet troubled. Despite his harshness and cold gaze, he's been nothing but courteous to her which is the most she can expect from any master she serves and is far better than one with grabby hands and wayward eyes. He's expectant and demanding, yet acknowledges a task well done. Perhaps it is his look of quiet praise on a hard day that carries her to the markets at noon, skipping her meal with ease. The leather she requires has been borrowed from scraps cleaned at the dressmaker’s, earning her a bewildered gaze and an equally prompt dismissal. The clasp she looks for however, costs a silver dragon. It is a lot, nearly half of her earnings yet she parts with them willingly. The gold ornament burns her palms as she heads back in time to resume her duties, a thrilled smile on her face.

She's been taught how to sew since she was a child, enough to be able to fix a hole, a gape or tear in both tunic and chemise alike.

She has fixed her father's breeches after a hard day's work and her brothers’ after they'd torn theirs running through the crowded streets of King's landing. Even stitching a wound comes easy to her now, having learned how to do so, after a shoddy job a few moons back, when coin had run dry to turn to the local healer. She smiles to herself as she pulls the threads through the leather at hand. It is brown enough to hide the gaps in her work and though it isn't as fine as the embroidery of a lady she's satisfied with it nonetheless. She stares at her little contraption in awe as she finishes in time. It has a single strap running across its breath held together by a gold button she'd found lying on the floor. On its side she's opted for a sturdier one with the golden clasp holding it all together behind, a single flame for the prince she serves, the closest she'll ever come to the might of the dragon.

There's a feast to be held tonight, in honor of his nameday. Guests from all over the Realm have arrived and as the Keep buzzes with excitement of the festivities at dusk and she finds it hard to contain her own delight. There is much work to be done before she can part with her surprise. She tends to him soon, dressing him for dinner in leathers of green and black, clasping the familiar worn out strap as he leaves grumbling. It is hours later when she sees him again as she's summoned by the familiar ring of the bell in her quarters. She creeps to his room in trepidation, hands clasped behind her back as she greets and readies him for bed, her gift heavy in her pocket. As he turns to dismiss her she looks at him shyly

“If you don't mind me saying, I'd like to wish you a happy nameday my prince”

He nods in response, humming as he makes his way to the fireplace, seating himself as he stares ahead.

“I have something for you” she continues moving towards him as he looks up “It isn't much but a mere token of my gratitude” she says extending her hand. “Thank you, for everything” she continues, stopping as she looks at him. He takes the leather in his hand, turning it over in silence.

When she was a child her mother had taken her to see her aunt. It was the first trip she'd taken outside the capital to visit a dying woman and provide her comfort. As they'd returned she'd shown her the sky, full of stars at night, bright and beautiful away from the haze of the city.

“Your aunt's up there now girl, watching over you just as I'll be someday” she'd said pointing to the drops of light adorning the skies.

His eye runs over the gold in hand, flame fitting into his palm like it belongs, shining like the stars of a forgotten past.

“Come, help me wear it” he remarks as he leans back.

As she clasps it in place and curtsies, she’s lost to dreams of silver chased with a flame of gold.

Clashes of steel greet her the next morn, a flame of gold glinting in the sun. Her dreams don't end with the battle at hand anymore, for the mighty warrior now carries a part of the maiden with him and she's content to hold his gaze just a little longer.

Taglist: @witheredoffherwitch @arcielee @chompchompluke @barbieaemond @watercolorskyy

#house of the dragon #aemond x fem!reader #aemond x reader #aemond x maid reader #aemond fics #aemond imagine #zae's fics #aemond targaryen x female reader #aemond targaryen x reader

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ATLANTIS: THE LOST EMPIRE (2001)

SENTENCE STARTERS PULLED FROM THE DIALOGUE FEATURED IN THE ANIMATED FILM ATLANTIS: THE LOST EMPIRE, with some quotations slightly modified for roleplay purposes.

CHANGE gendered words and in-universe phrases as needed.

SPECIFY muse for multimuses.

“ Uh, would you gentlemen please excuse me for a moment? ”

“ If I ever hear the word "Atlantis" again, I'll step in front of a bus! ”

“ You have a lot of potential. ”

“ Who... who are you? How did you get in here? ”

“ I'm acting on behalf of my employer, who has a most intriguing proposition for you. ”

“ Relax. He doesn’t bite … often. ”

“ Did you really know my grandfather? ”

“ We stayed close friends ‘till the end of his days. ”

“ He spoke of you often. ”

“ I've spent my whole life studying dead languages. ”

“ I will stake everything I own, everything that I believe in... that this is the genuine Shepherd's Journal. ”

“ I'll show them! I will make them believe. ”

“ For years your granddad bent my ear with stories about that old book. ”

“ Your grandpa was a great man. You probably don't realize how great. ”

“ Don't let her age fool you. ”

“ Our lives are remembered by the gifts we leave our children. ”

“ Atlantis is waiting. What do you say? ”

“ Boy, I’m so excited, l-l-l-I can't even hold it in. ”

“ Excuse me? I need to, uh, report in? ”

“ Blondie, I got a bone to pick with you. ”

“ If you're lookin' for the pony rides, they're back there. ”

“ You can’t put a price on the pursuit of knowledge. ”

“ This should be enriching for all of us. ”

“ Now tell me your story, my little friend. ”

“ This is an outrage! You must leave at once! Out, out, out, out, out! ”

“ Now, what have I told you about playing nice with the other kids? ”

“ Back to the pit from which you came! ”

“ OK, everybody. I want you to give Mr. Thatch your undivided attention. ”

“ Cartographer, linguist, plumber. Hard to believe he's still single. ”

“ Captain, you'd better come look at this, sir. ”

“ Do you want to do my job? Be my guest. ”

“ How much time do we have? ”

“ I don't think he's comin' back. ”

“ Move it, people! Sometime today would be nice! ”

“ I won't sugar-coat it, gentlemen. We have a crisis on our hands. ”

“ Looks like all our chances for survival rest with you, Mr. Thatch. ”

“ We’re all gonna die. ”

“ Looks like we have a little roadblock. ”

“ That thing is going to keep me up all night, I know it. ”

“ You know, we've been pretty tough on the kid. What do you say we cut him some slack? ”

“ Hey, Milo! Why don't you come sit with us? ”

“ Hey, Milo, don't you ever close that book? ”

“ I know, I know. Sometimes I get a little carried away. ”

“ You know, that's what this is all about, right? I mean – discovery, teamwork, adventure. Unless, maybe, you're just in it for the money. ”

“ Hey, how’d you learn how to do that? ”

“ I never got to meet your grandfather. What was he like? ”

“ He was like a father to me, really. ”

“ My parents died when I was a little kid, and he took me in. ”

“ That is so cute! ”

“ Uh, no... no offense.. but how does a teenager become the chief mechanic of a multimillion dollar expedition? ”

“ So, what... what happened to your sister? ”

“ I just like to blow things up. ”

“ All right, who's not dead? Sound off. ”

“ Maybe that's our ticket outta here. ”

“ I gotta hand it to you. You really came through. ”

“ They can smell fear just by looking at ya. ”

“ We are explorers from the surface world. We come in peace. ”

“ Come. You must speak with my father now. ”

“ Someone's having a good time. ”

“ Commander, there were not supposed to be people down here. This changes everything. ”

“ This changes nothing. ”

“ You presume much to think that you would be welcome here. ”

“ I know what you seek and you will not find it here. ”

“ Your journey has been in vain. ”

“ May I respectfully request that we stay one night, sir? ”

“ Your heart has softened, Kida. ”

“ A thousand years ago, you would have slain them on sight. ”

“ We were once a great people. Now we live in ruins. ”

“ The kings of our past would weep if they could see how far we have fallen. ”

“ Our way of life is dying. ”

“ When you take the throne, you will understand. ”

“ Well, the King and his daughter don't exactly see eye to eye. ”

“ Well, if he's hiding something, I want to know what it is. ”

“ Look, I have some questions for you, and I'm not leaving this city until they're answered! ”

“ Oh, there is so much to ask about your world. ”

“ You are a scholar, are you not? ”

“ I got a few questions for you, too. So let's do this, OK? You ask one, then I'll ask one, then you, then me, then...well, you get it. ”

“ how did you get here? Well, I mean, not you personally... but your... your culture. I mean, how did all of this end up down here? ”

“ Wh... what... what … are you telling me… that you remember what happened because you were there? No, that... that's impossible... ”

“ How was my accent? ”

“ You know, you deserve credit for even... even gettin' this far. ”

“ By the way, we were never properly introduced. My name's Milo. ”

“ Uh, hey, you got a nickname? ”

“ You know, my grandpa used to tell me stories about this place as far back as I can remember. ”

“ I just wish that he could be standing here with me. ”

“ We are not thriving. True, our people live. but our culture is dying. ”

“ I wish there was something I could do. ”

“ Why don't you lead the way, because I have no idea where we're going. ”

“ This is amazing! A complete history of Atlantis! ”

“ I am such an idiot. ”

“ This is just another treasure hunt for you. ”

“ I would've told you sooner, but it was strictly on a need-to-know basis. ”

“ Welcome to the club, son. ”

“ Mercenary? I prefer the term "adventure capitalist." ”

“ You don't know what you're tampering with, Rourke. ”

“ Academics. You never want to get your hands dirty. ”

“ I got to admit, I'm disappointed. ”

“ You're an idealist, just like your grandfather. ”

“ For once, do the smart thing. ”

“ I really hate it when negotiations go sour. ”

“ Well, as usual, diplomacy has failed us. ”

“ You've got to listen to me. You don't have the slightest idea what this power is capable of. ”

“ Let’s get this over with. I don’t like this place.

“ Doesn’t anything surprise you? ”

“ Talk to me, Thatch. What's happening? ”

“ So I guess this is how it ends, huh? ”

“ You've read Darwin. It's called natural selection. We're just helping it along. ”

“ Be serious. This is wrong, and you know it. ”

“ You pick now of all times to grow a conscience? ”

“ She has been chosen... like her mother before her. ”

“ I followed you in, and I'll follow you out. ”

“ it's been my experience that when you hit bottom, the only place left to go is up. ”

“ What do you think that you are doing? ”

“ We're going to save Atlantis, or we're going to die trying. ”

“ Well, I have to hand it to you. You're a bigger pain in the neck than I would have ever thought possible. ”

“ Tired? Aw, that's a darn shame, because I'm just getting warmed up. ”

“ There's a hero's welcome waiting for the man who discovered Atlantis. ”

“ I don't think the world needs another hero. ”

“ I'm going to miss that boy. At least he's in a better place now. ”

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"When my daughter Holly first posted this picture alongside her new girlfriend, Giselle, I kind of figured something might be up. Her father and I actually decided to put a wager on whether or not Giselle fantasized about making Holly detransition. He thought I was being paranoid, but the second I met Giselle something seemed off. She kept asked me if Holly's cock was always so small and how gorgeous it'd be if she took supplements or 'something' to help it grow. I asked her what this something was and she just shrugged. The next day she was over, and Holly went to the bathroom, I went up to Giselle and told her, playing dumb, that I 'researched' ways to help Holly's cock grow. With my hubbie in earshot, I told Giselle that Google said my Holly could just go on testosterone. I said I had no idea how that would impact a trans girl like her but it's definitely worth a shot! Obviously anybody that knows about this stuff like Giselle clearly did would correct me and tell me doing that would detrans Holly and make her into a boy with a set of big estrogen-fattened boobs.

Giselle just smiled and said, 'Wow, that sounds great. I know Holly is a bit self-conscious of her penis but I think I can help her learn to love it, especially if it's really big!' My husband got up, grumbled to himself as he walked to his wallet, got out a fifty and handed it to me. Easiest bet of my life. Unshockingly, Giselle detransitioned Holly. It started slow, convincing our daughter to be more masculine, cut her hair, consider a beast reduction because her breasts 'make her look heavy', which was an ironic thing to criticize her about considering Giselle turned out to be a feeder. She slowly convinced Holly to stop wearing makeup, to not worry about painting her nails or feminizing her voice. I think Holly likes to be led, so having Giselle to boss her around probably doubled to help motivate her to care a lot about her relationship and to not have to worry about being ultra fem 99% of the time like she felt she had to after transitioning.

Before we knew it, Holly's voice dropped, we saw a giant bulge form in her shorts, she got constant erections she struggled with, and she started fondling her cock whenever she saw curvy girls or pregnant girls or a girl with big boobs in public or on TV. She became really crass and immature out of nowhere, very unfeminine, and we caught her masturbating to really hardcore pornography. She used to just watch lipstick lesbians kiss and scissor, now she was watching hugely pregnant girls get gangbanged as the men piss on them and beat them up for fun. We could only shake our heads and accept that Holly was at long last becoming a man. She started growing out a beard and complained about have big boobs, which she used to love.

Soon she looked nothing like a girl.... and before long Giselle was pregnant with quintuplets. Giselle bossed Holly, now Hunter again, around. She demanded sex from him constantly, teasing him, giving him blow jobs in public places. She'd even bring up his erections loudly when they went out and complain that Hunter 'expected her to deal with it' right then and there, although Hunter would protest and say it's fine, Giselle would always make a scene on purpose like Hunter's cock just had to be tended to, now a whopping fourteen inches.... Giselle's officially had almost twenty kids from our detrans son, and she feeds him like a pig. He's well on his way to 400lbs. She smacks his belly and plays with his body, utterly craving it, we can tell Giselle loves making Hunter fatter by the day and brags aout the feeling of his weight and big belly against her as they fuck. We aren't mad that Giselle made our Holly detransition, we're just disappointed she didn't put up a bit of a fight--nope! She just rolled over, dropped the feminine body she worked so hard for and let herself become an over-fattened bull who only exists to keep Giselle the cow pumped full of cum. No more interest in style, being pretty, fashion, looking her best. Nope! His only interests now are sex, masturbation, and cramming as much food down his throat as possible..... He's so submissive and dumb you can tell he's actually still a girl deep down. Totally hopeless. But we'll still love him no matter how fat or depraved he gets."

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Round 2, Match 30: Kazuma Kiryu vs. Yuugo and Lucas

Submitted kids:

Kazuma Kiryu: Haruka, Ayako, Eri, Riona, Izumi, Taichi, Koji, Mitsuo, and Shiro

Yuugo and Lucas: My guy. [They have] like 60. I'm not gonna list them all.

Propaganda under the cut! (Spoilers ahead!)

Kazuma Kiryu:

1. “There's a pretty big section of one of the game that's entirely about taking care of all those kids and it's all really sweet !”

2. “How the fuck did he get 9. There’s like 6-8 games where he’s the main character and he adopts haruka rlly early, but then in one game in the middle of the series, in the beginning like opening scenes he’s like avtually fuck it I’m adopting an ENTIRE orphanage/eight WHOLE children. (not a bit like. He actually did that) he’s the silliest billy badass old man. Grampy Kiryu also, bc haruka has a kid now.”

Yuugo and Lucas:

Yuugo: “I LOVE THIS RAT MAN SO MUCH ok so he starts off not wanting anything to do with these 15 children (ik i said 60 but they come later) who showed up at his doorstep because yk his entire family was killed and he's afraid of loving someone in the same way again. So he tries to push them away but oh boy these kids are clingy and also they found the emergency detonator and threatened him with blowing up his house.

Here's the thing though one character arc, the reuniting with his friend who he thought was long dead, and the rescue of an entire hunting ground full of kids later raising these kids literally becomes his new purpose in life. Along with Lucas (his aforementioned friend who I'm convinced is married to him) he helps teach them everything he knows about surviving in such a hostile world, things he himself had to learn the hard way which cost a lot of his loved ones his life. Before these kids showed up he was hopeless and without purpose. He didn't know why he was still alive and even contemplated ending it all. But all this changed when he adopted these kids.

Lucas: Anyway imagine watching your entire family die in front of you because you got trapped in a human hunting ground run by man eating demons, so you start a rebellion by recruiting kids in the hunting ground and teach them how to use guns among other things. That's what Lucas did!! :D

Anyway it's pretty much confirmed that he's the kids' confirmed dad, there's like 2 scenes where they outright call him their father. But I disgress.

Much of what I said in the Yuugo propaganda applies to him as well, he teaches the kids all he knows about survival which he had to learn the hard way and would protect them with his life. The difference is he's been doing the parent thing for a lot longer, he literally RAISED the Goldy Pond kids.

Both: First off: gay marriage. Second: The way they know exactly what it's like to lose loved ones due to inexperience and how they went "yeah no way in Hell this is gonna happen to these kids we're gonna prepare them for The Horrors" was a 2 person thing you think it's easy to take care of 60 children and homeschool them? Third: This is spoilers btw. They go and do a Die Hard (infiltrate a building that's been completely overtaken by the enemy and take it back from the inside) just so their children wouldn't have to live with the trauma of killing an actual human being.

I wish they were my dads.”

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Make the Bond - Pt. 3

A/N: erm this part got a little long but i had a lot to say ! anyways enjoy and let me know if I missed you on the tag list!

ao3 ver.

Part 3 of ?

Part One Part Two

Chapter 3 - Close Call

"Tss, watch it!"

The staff swiped past your head, almost nicking your ear. Your left shoulder was still smarting from the last blow, a purple welt definitely growing on the afflicted area. It had been over a week since Quaritch had first introduced himself to you, since your father had assigned him as your ward, and through that week you had gotten a better sense of who the man was. His Na'vi was infantile at best which made communicating with him difficult, yet he had worked hard over the days he had spent healing, intently watching your indications and repeating your words slow, syllable by syllable. Progress was minimal but it was still progress and he could manage stinted phrases of good morning, how are you? and The weather is very beautiful today. The formality always made you giggle when you arrived at his tent each eclipse rise. At the same time Quaritch was learning your language, you slowly began to pick up his. It was a mutual exchange of culture and employing the sky people's words when Quaritch was frustrated helped to calm him down. So far, you'd learned words like hello, goodbye, fruit, and fuck. The last one you'd picked up without meaning to. Quaritch said it often beneath his breath during your lessons and when you'd first repeated it, he'd stared at you with an open jaw before full peels of laughter erupted from his chest. It was the first time you'd heard him laugh and it left something warm in your belly.

After that first week, Quaritch had healed remarkably well with the proper diet and care and all that remained now were three pale stripes that sliced down his back, the only indication of the marred wound that had crippled him. The sight of those, too, left a suspicious curl of heat within you, which you chose decidedly to ignore. After linguistic lessons, you progressed to the more tactical elements of your culture. Fishing, combat, and swimming lessons were conducted from eclipse rise to eclipse fall and left the both of you (though you more than him) tuckered out as you went to your respective pods. Fishing was the worst of Quaritch's skills, having never been one for patience. He would cast the net too quickly, believing the glint of the sun on the water to be a fish breaking the surface and when he pulled it in it would be empty save for damp seaweed clinging to the fibers. His face would twist into a puckered scowl, reminding you of a sour child and you would stifle a laugh. These moments are where you heard the word fuck most often.

"You need patience. Patience! You are throwing too quickly." You would scold him, adjusting his grip on the net to the proper form. He would just grunt and flick his ears. You knew he could understand the gist of your words. Quaritch's listening skills were far more adept than his speaking, or he just preferred not to speak. You couldn't figure out which was the truth.

Combat is what you struggled to teach him the most. Quaritch clearly had training in his past because he bested you almost every time and when he didn't, it was because he was taking pity on you. When the two of you would return to the village, you often sported more bruises than he did, many of them to your pride. That's how you happened on where you were now, poised across from him in a sandy pit often used to train younger warriors. Qauritch had been jabbing at you with his blunted spear, only just missing your extremities. Your body was worn out and exhausted, but it seemed he had hardly broken a sweat if the fluid jabs of his staff were any indication. Spear limp in your hand, you kneeled over your knees and tried your best to catch your breath.

"Take a break?" Quaritch asked in his lilted Na'vi, smugness oozing from every crevice and pore. The cockiness was the worst part, particularly when you were aching with fatigue and not much in the mood to be gloated over.

"Not in your dreams," You ground out, meeting those yellow eyes that were squinted in a smile. You pushed yourself off your knees and leveled your spear at the avatar, grip admittedly weak and lacking any resemblance of proper warrior form, but you felt even lifting the spear was an achievement. Quaritch snorted at the pathetic attempt, hardly bothering to brace himself against the sand for the attack. His body was always coiled and prepared for defense, stance shoulder width apart by default, ears twitching at the rustle of the brush and shudder of the breeze. Your assault would be pointless, easily diverted, not even by Quaritch's spear but by his hands and then you'd be flat on your back again with a bruised tail. But you were way too stubborn to give up, especially as he smirked down at you, taunting you to make the first move. Weren't you supposed to be the teacher here?

Steeling yourself and trying not to think of the hurt you were about to endure, you stuck out your tongue in a war cry, toes digging into the loose sand underfoot. There wasn't much traction, at least not as much as you'd have liked, but you pushed off the ground anyways, leaping high and arcing through the air to bring the blunt end of your spear down on Quaritch's shoulder. For a second, you thought you had him right where you wanted him. You were so close, so close, there was no way Quaritch could avoid the swipe of your staff. Those stupid eyes looked up at you, lowly lidded against the sun, insultingly bored, and the wood of your spear brushed his blue shoulder before he was gone, and all of the sudden you were flat on the sand looking up at thick white clouds lazily sweeping across the sky. The familiar sting of pain was at the base of your spine, breath completely lost from your lungs. You tried to grapple for your spear in the sand, push yourself to your feet and recover but your muddled brain could hardly figure out how you had ended up on your back all of the sudden.

A broad blue frame came into focus in your swimming vision, blocking the sun like a monolith. Its mouth moved, saying something, and you blinked slowly back. How wonderful it smelled, like sweat and salt and musk. It held your arms and legs immobile, pleasantly heavy weight that left you stirring lithely on the ground. The hulking thing said something again, a warm paw pressing to your cheek. Its face was so close that it was the only thing in the world, warm breath fanning against your mouth and wet nose nearly brushing your own.

"Wazzat?" You slurred, tilting your head to the side and blinking sleepily. The creature shifted before a smack tilted your head against the sand hard and your surroundings came back to you completely. Quaritch was close, so, so close, golden eyes like the earth and moon and sun. "You awake kid? You dying?" He asked.

"Mm not dying and get off."

You heaved against the weight on top of you, struggling against what felt like solid stone but the skxawng didn't move, didn't even budge, only smirked down at you with those stupid blunt fangs and that sly look and you swear he purred at seeing you so helpless, but the heat was already crawling up your neck and cheeks in embarrassment and you didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing you like that.

Your head turned away, dark hair shielding your blushing face, and you shoved halfheartedly at him again.

"I said get off."

Quaritch's smile fell away, a look that was impossible to decipher passing over his face before he pushed off the sand, off of you, and got to his feet. You expected him to go for his spear and leave you in the dust to recuperate but instead, he offered you a hand, tail snapping behind him like a whip in agitation. What was he so annoyed about? You were the one that had faltered again and landed ass up on the ground like a youngling who'd never seen hand-to-hand combat before. The sting of insult was still fresh and you batted his hand away, getting up yourself. Quaritch's bared teeth brought you an inkling of satisfaction.

"I don't think there's much left for me to teach you," You said, brushing dust and sand off from your back and front and picking your spear up from the sandy bank. "You fight like a warrior. I think you are teaching me a thing or two."

"This ain't my first rodeo. My people call ourselves soldiers and train with more than sticks."

"Soldier, warrior, it is the same thing. And these sticks are what you will fight with while you stay here, so get used to them. " You mounted the spear on a wooden rack that housed other melee combat weaponry. "We will move on to something else. If you wish to continue combat training, I'm sure my father can assign a warrior to be your partner."

Quaritch flapped a hand in dismissal, placing his spear in the empty mount beside yours.

Indicating for Quaritch to follow you, you made your way toward the compacted sand at the edge of the tide. Your muscles were tired, your back hurt, and you didn't know if you could stand one more second in close proximity to Quaritch without your body betraying your frustration or other unfamiliar feelings, which meant you should probably move on to the third element of your training. It was where you were most comfortable and most confident and knew that Quaritch would be most out of his depth. His footsteps crunched behind you, pausing just at the edge of the water where foaming tides lapped at your feet. You thought you detected a trace of hesitation in his usually confident step but it was gone if it had even been there at all.

"We have practiced breathing for many days now and I have decided it is time to practice in the water. Are soldiers taught how to swim?" You asked.

The avatar scoffed, pressing forward into the waves, cool blue water lapping at his ankles. "'Course I can swim, I ain't no baby."

You shrugged. "I would have thought you couldn't when you washed up on my shores like a piece of broken coral. Did you swim then?" A teasing smile stole across your mouth but when you turned to look at Quaritch, to poke jest at his pride as he had done to yours, he had fallen silent and still. He wasn't looking at you at all, instead watching the horizon of the sea where three giant hazy spires broke the flat monotony miles and miles away.

"Quaritch?"

"Let's just go."

The dismissal stung a bit and your ears flattened. So he could dish it out but couldn't take it? Or was there something deeper, something locked tightly away in a little box that Quaritch had not and perhaps would not reveal to you, something about his past? You couldn't dwell on these mysteries long because the soldier was paving a path through the tides, bright bursts of white splattering his thighs as the waves knocked against his legs. He was leading you again and you hastened to keep up.

The water was warmed by the sun, so familiar that it soothed any tension, melting it away into swirling pools of brilliant blue. When it became deep enough, the water rising to the back of your thighs, you pressed your palms together and dived into its depths. The plateau of the shallows dropped off a few feet from the shore into a field of corals, deepening into a canyon teeming with life. Beneath the waves, fish darted between glowing flora, anemones that waved in gentle currents, and Ilu, freed from their pens, caught tides that ushered them into deeper and colder waters. The sea was penetrated by the clicks and chirps of ocean life, schools of fish bursting with vibrant yellows and oranges darting out from caves formed by archaic old stone. This was home, where you were most familiar.

The water behind you disrupted as Quaritch dived in after you, clumsy feet kicking hard at the water. He wasn't adapted for the water like you were, lithe limbs built for grabbing vines and leaping from tree to tree, and it made his endeavors beneath the surface twice harder to learn. Breathing, the most important element of diving, was where he struggled the most. Everything about the man was about control and under the waves, he was at the whim of the water, dictated by its ebb and flow. The bubbles escaping his puffed mouth indicated his anxiety.

Pressing a hand to your chest, you mimicked its rise and fall, urging him to slow his breathing as you had practiced. Slow heart.

His hiccuping chest stuttered into a slow tempo and you nodded, gesturing him forward with you.

Over sandbars the two of you swam, small crabs clicking their pincers up at you, through forests of bright pink salt weed whose stalks glittered in beams of sunlight. Fields of rock croppings peppered the sea floor, hiding creatures with many eyes and many teeth, who prepared to spring from their decrepit caves and snatch a fish. How wonderful to be in this activity, among the pattern of the ocean which thrummed with life, flush and fertile. Generations had lived here, died here, and still more generations would. What a wonderful life, you thought, to live in this muted silence, where vibrant colors filled the quiet and currents sent by Eywa caressed your face.

Ahead, macropods sprouted up towards the surface, reaching for light they couldn't receive in the cooler waters of the deep. Their vibrant yellow fronds rippled, like thousands of leaves tugging at their branches to blow about. You wrapped slender fingers around Quaritch's thick forearm, tugging him along towards one of the air pockets hidden in the cup of the pod's bloom. You could sense Quaritch's breath running out, the stir of a hiccup building in the back of his throat. No matter how frustrated you still were with him after sparring testing the extent of his limits in the deeper sea wasn't a wise move. You knew this field grew here, which could give Quaritch a breath and teach him about the resources of your home if he just knew where to look. You reached for the stalk of the macropod as you approached it, clasping its base in a firm grip to hoist Quaritch up before yourself so that he could breach the surface and take large swallows of air.

"Are you ok?" You asked, brushing wet curls from your face as you emerged after him, clasping the lip of the macropod to hold yourself afloat in the air pocket. Quaritch caught his breath, leaning his forehead against the wall of the pod where thin membranes stretched across its thin skin. "Yes," He gasped, wiping water out of his eyes. "I'm fine. Shit. I just keep running out of air. This breathing shit pisses me off."

You didn't know what shit meant but caught this tone. "It is your breathing. I keep telling you you are not doing it correctly!" You insisted. "Slow your heart. You are filled with too much worry and it makes your heart race, quickening your breath. If you focus on the rhythm of the water, your breathing will slow and you will hold it longer. Be calm." The flat of your palm pressed to the center of Quaritch's chest, feeling the gentle pulse of life under his pectoral muscle. The skin was warm there and damp. The pale blue stripes that arced like lightning across his torso were flushed pretty pink from the exertion of swimming, flush stretching up the cords of his neck and to the tips of his ears. The hollow between his ribs was thumping, beating so fast that you were almost afraid for him. When you looked up he was close, pupils dilated to slashes of black in pools of gold.

Your breath shuttered, pierced beneath those eyes. It was dark in the pod, the walls emitting a faint glow in the dying light. It illuminated the hard planes of Quaritch's cheeks and brow in soft amber, catching the strands of his braid that clung to the nape of his neck. There it was again, that heat in your stomach, unfamiliar and scary and yet so warm it was stifling. He was glowing, you thought, holy and ethereal, blessed by Eywa and you were lucky to be in his presence, share his breath, and feel the brush of his tail against your calf. Quaritch breathed something undecipherable, maybe English or maybe Na'vi. Its low resonance had your fingers curling against his hard abdomen. His eyes had dropped to your mouth but you weren't speaking, just breathing in soft puffs that were magnified by the stillness of the macropod. You were used to him watching your mouth for indications of speech but at this moment, where he had nothing to decipher from empty air, the look had you faltering. You wanted to kiss those eyes that looked at you so intently, that slender nose and plush mouth-

"I got something on my face?" He asked abruptly, shying away from you. "I’m good now. Let's go back."

The moment snapped like a rubber band pulled too tight and the tension that had thickened between the two of you, a tension you were sure would break into something, disappeared. You felt some strange sense of rejection even though Quaritch hadn't really rejected anything. You had been overcome at that moment, carried away in the swing of whatever fizzle had erupted between the two of you. It was too embarrassing, the idea that you had imagined a moment between the two of you or, worse, that Quaritch had sensed the very same thing you had and turned away from it. You wanted to dwell in the feeling, mortified at its millions of meanings, hide away and never come out but Quaritch was already gulping air into his broadened lungs and dipping beneath the placid water. You couldn't very well leave him to navigate back to the shore himself so you slid beneath the surface, too, black curls pulling away from your face. Had he thought of kissing you, too? Had he counted every glowing freckle on your face, like you had him? Traced the contour of his strong throat down to broad shoulders that could have been between your-

Quaritch was kicking hard away from you in the direction of the shore, powerful thighs rippling with muscle built from his life before you, before your clan. What life? you wondered. A life with another family, another woman? Where he was a soldier, meant for more than being trained by you? The man was still so shrouded in mystery, having revealed little of himself despite the hours you had spent together. He kept carefully to himself despite his cockiness, always a sturdy wall between you and any vulnerability he may betray. Had you not proved yourself? Shown him you could be trusted?

Lost in thought, you missed the dark shadow that passed over the ocean floor, blotting out the sun for only a second. It blocked out light, fish shrinking away into the coves the coral provided. It was a threat, a foreboding of danger approaching, and you'd missed it despite your duty to guide and protect, despite your familiarity with the sea and its dangers. You were always on alert, instincts humming, but now you were distracted, mulling over that moment the two of you had shared.

The shadow passed over you again.

Now you noticed it. The quiet of the ocean always seemed to buzz with life and atmosphere but now was devoid of any motion. You were paused in your tracks, grabbed hold of a long plant stalk that waved in the current beside you. Your stomach knotted and you looked up, seeing nothing but open sea, beams breaking through the surface. A warning fizzed in your brain, a reminder of something that you couldn't remember. Your head whipped over to where Quaritch had been just moments before but he was gone, disappeared in the corals towards the village. You clutched yourself tighter to the stalk, desperately wanting to melt into it. Something felt off. The sea had become silent when, just moments earlier, schools of fish drifted lazily in the warm sun-

A flash of black.

Bubbles escaped your mouth as you chirped, jerking back, and the ocean sprung to life again in a moment. The jaws of the akula barely missed you, reared open to snap powerfully. The stalk you had been holding snapped in half beneath the force of its beating tail and you somersaulted over yourself, hitting the wall of a stone precipice. Disoriented, you scrambled to untangle the situation. Where the hell had that thing been hiding? Quaritch was gone, hopefully far from the scent range of the akula. This was a small comfort, knowing you wouldn't have to worry about yourself and him, or worry that he would see the akula swallow you whole. The predator curved sharply out of the corner of your eye, whipping through plant fronds and breaking coral structures apart with its powerful jaws.

You needed to move. Now. How far were you from the village? Probably still a couple of meters out, an unswimmable distance with that beast on your tail. Your blood was rushing, forcing alert signals into your brain, pumping fear through your system. You pushed yourself away from the rock, tail propelling you through the water. At every beat, you waited for the blinding pain of the akula's teeth on your fin. A shattering thump behind you indicated the akula had made contact with the rock a breath after you jumped away, gouging out furrows in the stone's surface. You grabbed the arch of a nearby reef structure, pushing yourself deep into the web-like system. Behind you, you could hear the splintering of exoskeletons as the predator ripped apart coral, forcing itself into a space much too small.

Fuck. You were alone, quite nearly in open water, and flagging. You had seconds before the akula would be on you and the lattice network of your temporary shelter was coming to an end. Corals were here to shield you, but they were shorter in the shallows and could barely guard against the beast's gnashing jaws. You had gone too far out, too far from the shore, couldn't remember the last time you'd been away from the village this far out. This was almost the reef where your father warned you not to go especially without the Ilu, and now you were alone, moments away from death. Your chest was beginning to ache as your brain and accelerated heart ate up the oxygen reserves you had.

You darted out from the structure and into a shallow alcove guarded by fronds of saltweed, the only shelter you could spot before the akula would discover you weren't in the coral. When it did, it let out a powerful roar that shook the ocean floor, the final bell of your death. You pressed yourself flat against the back of the cove, tears beading in your eyes. This was it. This was where you would meet your end. There was no other way out, no genius plan for survival. Your moment of death had come.

The akula snarled, three pincers spreading wide and revealing its rows of teeth. Chunks of debris whipped past your head, crashing and sending plumes of dust up and out of the holes in the alcove as the akula ripped its way toward you. From the violent murk, you only saw the looming form of the akula, black as death, mouth opened wide to swallow you whole -

A painful, searing tug on your arm pulled you through a small hole that had broken open in the cove. The rough edges of it shredded your skin, plumes of red streaming into the murky blue. The akula broke through the corals and chomped at where you had just been, inhaling the scent of blood that curled through the water. The sight was haunting and would have stamped itself on the inside of your brain if your shoulder didn't burn in pain. You were positive it was dislocated, no other explanation for the pain that rocketed down your arm, but then your foggy mind connected the squeezing grip on your wrist. You looked up to spy your savior and there Quaritch was, arms and legs pumping powerfully in the water to pull you toward the beginning of the plateau that led toward the shallows. Your lungs were hiccuping for air, chest shuddering. You had to be dead, the sight of him too good to be true. Qauritch glanced over his shoulder, searching the empty and murky depths for the akula, but it seemed the animal had darted away after breaching your hiding place, too close to the shores to hunt you further.

The avatar squeezed your wrist, hard, demanding your attention. He indicated for your help and you paddled your tail and legs feebly to generate momentum to the shore. You were so tired and now had lacerations to add to your bruises. Your mind couldn't grapple with the fact you were alive, saved from the man you had lamented about moments before. It was like a sick twist, repaying his life for yours, but you thanked Eywa all the same that he hadn't left you behind as you thought he had, and that his timing had been so perfect.

The two of you breached the surface with a splash, your feet finding purchase on the smooth bottom of the ocean floor. Your lungs were searing, filling with great gulps of delicious oxygen that returned some sense back to your head. You tried to find your footing and steady yourself, but Quaritch was still pulling.

"We're not stopping until we're out of this cesspool." He barked, yanking you along. "That thing's gonna be back, gonna come for us if we don't-"

"Won't come to the shallows," You gasped. "Only stays in the reef."

Quaritch slowed, his grip loosening. The water was at waist height now and you bowed low, exhaustion pulled at every limb.

"You need a medic. And I don't want to be in this goddamn ocean a second longer."

You wheezed out a laugh, reaching for Quaritch's side for support.

"I second that," You wheezed. Your head was still spinning and you couldn't believe that an outing meant to be a training exercise, where the worst part of your day was just to be your wounded ego, had almost ended in your death. A gory death at that.

"Thank you for saving me," You said weakly, blinking away fresh tears brimming on the edge of your vision. You looked down at your hands, realizing they were shaking. You tried to get them to stop, press them together to still the tremor that seemed to take over your whole body. Larger hands crept into view, encasing yours. They slid up from your hands to your forearms, then to your shoulders. You looked up at Quaritch through watery eyes and found his expression had taken a softer edge than you could remember seeing, a gentleness you didn't think him capable of possessing.

"I can't take my eye off you for a second, can I? Just consider this as repayment for you saving me." He smiled and tapped the bottom of your chin. "Let's get you back to the village, kiddo. You look like a drowned rat."

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sublimecatgalaxy · 1 year

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Hello! Anon here who requested the Negan father/ daughter request. “Freed” as in after the whole whispers thing. He walking Alexandria freely?

I love this but it's so hard for me to write dad!negan since I think he's so hot LMAO. I also don't remember the original request so I went with just a day in the life fic lmao I'm so sorry it's been rough over here.

"Have you been acclimating?" I ask, handing my jug of water to my dad who sits down beside me on the bench with a huff. We've been working all day, trying to repair what the Whisperers had taken from us, slowly restoring our community to what it was before them and before the storms that have passed through within the winter months.

My breath fogs in the cold air as my dad thinks for a moment, eyes flickering around to look at our work before giving me a stern shrug.

"You mean have people finally stopped trying to kill my ass?" He teases, bumping me with his shoulder with a smirk which only pulls an eye roll from me.

It took him nearly killing everyone good in the world and me finally finding my first group of civilization since the world has ended for us to be reunited and, though I didn't imagine it being from behind bars, it was relieving to be reunited with him.

It was heartbreaking to learn of all the havoc he created with the assumed knowledge that I was dead and it was even harder to find out that my mom had died and that it wasn't from cancer. He ended up working on himself, from within the tiny cell, just to be able to gain the trust of Michonne and others on the council.

Though, I know a lot of it had to do with my presence.

"Lydia's taken a liking to you." I wave at the brunette from across the yard, sending her a small smile as she sucks in a breath, giving my dad a nod of acknowledgement.

I can only imagine how losing her mom has effected her, especially given the fact that she was a murderous bitch and would've rather seen Lydia dead than in the hands of people who actually cared for her. Maybe, down the line, her and I will bond over our loss of a parent and the unfortunate villain arc of another.

"Yeah well, I do sort of have father figure energy don't I?" He chuckles, shoving his shovel into the ground before sucking down the rest of my water.

"Judith thinks so too." She's not easy to sway, that one. She's hard to trust people, especially since it seems that everyone close to her has just seemed to evaporate as time goes on but there's some comfort that my dad was able to offer her, even when he was teaching her math from within his jail cell. "Which is kind of ironic given her dad literally dedicated years to hating you." He reaches out to immediately shove me, eyes rolling at my teasing but, even though I'm taunting him and he loves it, he knows it's true.

"That was before I was the hero a few times, kid. Gotta cut me some slack." He blows into his hands, desperately trying to warm them up as I send him a soft smile, knowing that he's slowly trying to redeem himself after all of the years of pain and torment that he's caused- pain and torment my ten year old self would never imagine he'd be capable of.

"I'm really surprised it took the world ending for you to serve hard time, old man."

"Oh shut up."

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thezoe611 · 5 months

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Have any of the Geronimo crew (and Tim) seeker therapy for the many…MANY…traumatizing events they’ve endured?

Oh yes, unfortunately yes. This is something I couldn't put in Unstoppable, so I'll write it now^^' (lots of text, sorry)

->Gosalyn, being the main victim of everything, would start going to therapy with one of the best doctors in S.H.U.S.H. Gryzlikoff made sure to do all the paperwork for the redhead (I didn't manage to fit it into the story either, but the bear is REALLY sorry for shooting her, so he plans to help Gos in any way she needs, even though the young woman doesn't blames him for what happened)

Although, well, more than "going to therapy," they "forced her to go to therapy." Gosalyn felt very uncomfortable, saying that she should just rest, but Drake told her NO. She went through a very bad experience that month, and she didn't have to be ashamed of being treated for it. Max agreed with him, as did Launchpad. Even Negaduck would have told her that going there shouldn't hurt her, since she is the one who always says that "you should go to the doctor for any blow".

Gosalyn would no longer feel nervous being next to Launchpad, but that wouldn't take away the pain and frustration she felt every time Nega-Launchpad hurt her with the bat. She would never forgive him for being a Launchpad. Furthermore, the redhead would begin to feel a slight "aversion" to whistles, especially the children's song "Simon says…". LHearing even the first verse of that song could give her a panic attack, remembering everything they forced her to do that time…

And the scar that was left on her right arm due to Ratigan's experimentation, so deep that her yellow plumage didn't completely cover it, and that was why the redhead would now wear a black sports sleeve. Although she mostly used it for Drake and Negaduck, aware that they felt terrible knowing that she had a scar.

Not to mention the existence of "Dark Orchid". She would want to forget everything about that identity that they forced her to take… The thing is that SHUSH still wouldn't tell her about the fact that someone stole the stored belongings related to that villain…

->Max would also have a change. He would begin taking first aid courses in his free time. Why? Because he realized that he needed to learn something so basic, and not just how to defend himself, like Negaduck has been teaching him. The point that made him realize that he needed to learn that was when he saw the villain calm Gosalyn during her panic attacks, which he didn't know exactly what to do at the time.

He loves Gosalyn, and he wants to help her. He wants to be there for her, both in her best moments and in her worst, and, to support her, he wants to learn how to calm someone with a panic attack, and these courses are the basis for that (although at first the young man wanted Negaduck to teach him… but imagining the villain teaching him something like that gave him chills, so he opted for the other option^^')

Drake, Launchpad, and Goofy would focus on supporting Gosalyn as much as they could.

->Drake was still upset with himself for everything he could have avoided if he had investigated more of Gosalyn's biological family, so he would want his daughter to get enough rest, and he would take some hero cases for that. The bad thing is that the redhead would still do some activities like Quiverwing Quack to distract herself, so he and LP would accompany her to keep her safe, ignoring the archer's complaints.

->Launchpad, no longer so afraid of scaring her because of his face, would just make sure not to make any sudden movements next to her, which would make his friend smile gratefully.

->Goofy would make sure to ask if Gosalyn needed anything, keeping an eye on his own movement, as he didn't want to push too hard or bother the young woman. Gosalyn would notice that, and, thanking him, she would tell him what dish she would like to try, making her father-in-law happy.

->Negaduck doesn't go to therapy. Rather, anyone who tries to do a session with him would either faint, run away crying, or if they says something shouldn't… well, you can imagine^^'

Of course, that wouldn't change the fact that he would have become even MORE overprotective. I wouldn't be surprised if he had threatened several villains not to dare carry out a robbery without his authorization, with the intention of allowing Gosalyn to rest.

Furthermore, he would make sure to check on Nega-Duckburg several times, to make sure that there really was no trace left of the Nega-McDuck and henchmen…

Plus, there was the matter of whether or not Nega-Morgana had actually survived the massacre 15 years ago…

He had to make sure, watch, and destroy anything that dared to hurt his Baby Girl. He wouldn't let that happen again, not again.

->Tim's case is more peculiar.

The boy has been through a lot in his six years due to Mortimer's teasing and abuse. That is why Gosalyn and Max would agree that the kid, after being adopted by them thanks to all the support that McDuck gave them, would attend some child therapy sessions.

The point is that the mouse wouldn't have collaborated much. He would have remained silent, looking at the drawings in the room, and the kind doctor would have asked him why he was not cooperating or responding. Tim would just say "I don't trust adults."

The physical and emotional abuse he suffered from his uncle really made him distrust most adults. The only reason he trusted Gos and Max is because he loves them, and therefore he decided to trust their family, although, if any adult made any sudden movement, the kid would be startled and go hide behind the redhead or Max.. The mouse adores his new parents, but is not ready to call them "mom" and "dad", even though he is aware that they now are.

And since the boy would not collaborate as much with the sessions, his parents wouldn't yet know that Tim was now afraid of heights, due to having fallen from McDuck Tower when Nega-Gizmoduck threw him, and when he almost fell from the enemy ship. if Gosalyn doesn't hold him in time.

Tim preferred not to confess that, aware that Gos was going through a delicate process. He preferred to sit next to her reading comics with Max, and endure the occasional hug from the redhead, who wanted to annoy him a little, making Max laugh.

The little mouse, who distrusts adults, has as his number one priority the redhead who became so precious to him.

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bellarkeselection · 2 years

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Her Spirit Lives On pt1

Part 2

Request from @yes-bitchxxxmarvel-stuff Rip falls in love with the reader who moved to Montana a few months ago. She learned she was pregnant which turns her paradise into a nightmare when she runs off. Okay thank you for sending one of the longest requests I have ever gotten. I decided to turn it into the multiple part series

Rubbing the sleep from my eyes I got dressed in cowgirl boots and a flannel walking out to my neighbors fence line once I drove there from my house. I had decided to move from the fast city life to be out here in the valley of Montana. Leaning up against the fence with my arms crossed over each other I just watched the sunrise in awe. "Excuse me ma'am. But this is private property. I'm gonna have to ask you to leave unless you're here to meet the boss." Glancing over my shoulder my hair blows in the wind seeing a man ride up on a brown horse. The man has dark brown hair and a good beard. Wearing a dark brown cowboy hat on his head. "I'm sorry sir. I just like watching the sunset out here. I don't touch anything I swear. It's just for the beautiful views." I paused walking forward sticking my hand to him once he dismounted the horse. "I'm Y/n. By the way. If you don't mind me asking who's the owner of this ranch?" He shakes my hand tipping his hat up a little. "I'm Rip Wheeler. John Dutton owns it." The two of us didn't realize at the time but our lives would forever change.

A few months later

Rolling over onto my side I immediately get up rushing to the bathroom throwing up in the toilet. Lifting my head up I slide down the wall rummaging around in the cabinet I found a pregnancy test I had bought a few weeks ago. Rip and I have been staying in the same cabin together after John allowed me to live on the ranch. Somehow we managed to fall in love even when he's a hard headed guy wanting to fight sometimes. I still fell in love with the soft side of him. Foosteps came inside where I heard Beth knocking on the bedroom door. "Y/n, are you okay?" She entered the room finding me on the floor dropping to her knees. Her and I had become close even though she had a crush on her father's most loyal ranch hand. Lifting my head up from my knees I just stared at the positive pregnancy test in my lap. My heart beats faster at all the ways this is bad. That he wouldn't want the baby and would throw me out instantly. He told me that he didn't like dogs, kids is probably on his list too.

"Beth, I'm so in trouble now. Rip's gonna hate me for making him be a father. I mean he - he hates dogs so I doubt he'll want - kids!" I started sobbing where she pulled me into a tight hug. Clutching her shirt I just cried for hours until she got a call from her office about something going wrong. She walked me out to the horse barn helping me on with a weak smile. "Go find him tell him what's going on." Nodding my head I just round off out into the fields finding him and the bunkhouse boys moving the cattle. Riding down the hill I call out his name but he spun around on his feet clearly furious with the boys work ethic at the moment. "What the hell do you want Y/n. I'm busy at the moment and don't have time for a morning ride!" Dismounting my horse I take the reins gently pulling it forward with me. Rip's never scared me but I am not usually around in the heated moments like this one. I get the end of the work day frustrating him. "Rip, I need to tell you - something please-" He cuts me off removing his hat in frustration throwing his hands at his side.

"Hang on Y/n." He held up his hand throwing his arms out seeing the boys still having trouble. "Come on boys. This isn't your first day. Stop acting like idiots. Ugh they are acting like kids. I'm glad I'll never have to deal with that!" He mumbled the last part under his breath where I croaked out. "So I'm on my own with this child then!" Rip whipped his head around to me anger in his brown eyes. "I can't stand kids!" I rest my hands on my stomach climbing on my horse not letting him say another word to me. Kicking the belly of my horse I don't really know where I was going but it was as far as I could from Rip. My horse sniffed around going to a stop until he suddenly made a noise throwing me off his back. I collapse to the ground feeling my elbow pop harshly and my gaze locked onto a snake that ran away from me. I try getting up but I get yanked down seeing a large stick laying on my left leg trapping me down in the middle of the fields. Pulling my phone out the screen is busted where I can't call anyone.

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jadelynlace · 1 year

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Ivar & Children Part III ⎮Ink Drinker Modern Vikings AU One-Shot [Ivar x F!Reader]

find the series masterpost here.

author’s note: much like what this holiday represents, we’re having the re-birth of Ink Drinker. yes, that sounded much better in my head.

content warnings: medical jargon, children getting hurt, Ivar and children

word count: 1000+ words

You recognize the address as soon as the report sings from the radio. Despite the nature of the call, you’re worried it’s actually Floki who has injured himself and not his son—and in the confusion the child called for the emergency response.

When you step into Floki’s home, Hvitserk is right on your six and you’re scanning for evidence of trauma that doesn’t seem to exist. Instead, Helga’s holding their youngest son, Apollo who has just reached his second birthday last week—your mind recalls the quick image of Ivar dancing with him to celebrate before he blows out his birthday candles. Apollo shirt was torn off in a rush and his chest is red—ruby red and you already know.

“I didn’t know he could reach the counter,” Helga nearly cries softly. “Next thing I knew he was wearing my tea,” She adds. “The pediatrician—”

“She told us to take him to the emergency room,” Floki says for her. “I knew this would be faster once I realized who was at work today,” He finishes, winking at you.

Apollo screams when your chief attempts to take a closer look at the burn.

“Let me try—coordinate with medical control, you know what’s going to happen,” You say.

“When did you become my boss?” He teases.

“When you hired me,” You joke back. “Apollo—it’s me, baby,” You say softly while you pull your mask down. “It’s Miss Y/N,” And the familiar voice calls the boy to calm slightly in your presence. “We’re just going to take a look at you tummy, Mommy and Daddy aren’t going anywhere, alright?”

“Floki, can you pack up some of his things?” Hvitserk asks. “I’ll pull vitals,”

“Do a manual heart rate,” You start, “On his back, there’s no room for it on his chest it’s too burnt—he’s not allergic to anything that you know of, Helga?” You ask and she nods.

“This is going to give your arm a real tight hug, alright?” Hvitserk says as he attaches the pediatric cuff. “Do you want to try to squeeze my hand just as hard? He then offers, holding up a gloved hand. Apollo reaches out quickly, grabbing the first two fingers and barrels down, despite the soft grip Hvitserk lets out a huff of improvised impression. “You’re a strong little man!”

“Breathing rate is high,” You mumble.

“Mine would be too!” Hvitserk says, “It’s scary when you hurt yourself. We have 110 on 72,”

“Little high, too,” You say. “Can you walk me through what happened, Helga?”

“I had my back turned just to grab the sugar—I didn’t even know he was able to reach that high and I had just taken the kettle off and poured a cup…next thing I knew he started screaming and I—I took his shirt right off,”

“He didn’t lose consciousness?”

“No, he just started screaming,”

“Nothing in his diaper?”

“No, that was the first place I looked too—it just got on his chest and on his one wrist—oh sweetheart I’m so sorry I should have known better—”

“Helga these things happen to all parents, this is how we learn,” Hvitserk says.

“Helga,” You start, “There’s not much we’re going to be able to do from our end. We can give him pain medication but he’s going to have to be air lifted to a burn center,” You say firmly. “Now, they’re going to put him in a burn dressing—for someone his age it’ll likely be a silver sulfadiazine suit or a biobrane dressing. From what I can see, it looks like a partial thickness burn, which is what we would prefer over a full thickness,”

“Phoenix is still in school—how far is the center?” Helga asks.

“A few hours away,” You start. “I’ll call Ivar,”

“Thank you,” She says to you. “I can’t think straight right now,”

When Ivar knocks on the door to the classroom, he’s greeted with the warm smile from Phoenix school teacher.

“His father called you?” Ivar asks.

“He did, Phoenix has not stopped talking about it since we told him,”

“Mr. Ivar!” Phoenix beckons. “It’s Mr. Ivar,” He says proudly to his teacher. Ivar kneels to his height before speaking:

“How about you and I go get something to eat?” Ivar suggests.

“Tacos?” The child requests.

“A man wise beyond his years,” Ivar hums, lifting Phoenix’s backpack onto his shoulder.

Ivar waits. In doing so, he watches the child before him inhale one taco after the other. He can hardly see Phoenix chewing. Finally, as his mouth slows, he peeks up at Ivar through eyes that match Floki’s perfectly.

“What did you do today, Mr. Ivar?” “Did you go to work?”

“No, no, I was off today. I talked to Y/N, and I talked to your mommy and daddy about Apollo,”

“Why?” Phoenix asks, Ivar takes in a breath and mentally prepares himself.

“Little brother got hurt, he’s with mommy and daddy at the doctors,”

“I hurted myself on my bike the other day,”

“Yes, I remember, and what happened?” Ivar asks.

“My knee was all red,”

“Little brother hurt himself with Mama’s tea. Remember how mama likes her tea each morning? And how Mr. Ivar drinks his coffee, and so does Y/N?”

“Daddy says Miss Y/N drinks coffee like it’s ‘going out of style’,” Phoenix replies, air quotes and all—it makes Ivar snort.

“Yes, well Apollo got the hot tea on himself, and on his chest. Do you know where your chest is?"

“Right here!”Phoenix replies. “And, here is my heart—mama says that’s where kindness comes from,”

“Mama’s right,” Ivar starts. “Now, do you remember when Mr. Ivar was at the doctor’s office after he hurt his legs?”

“Daddy said not to touch them,”

“That’s what it’s going to be like for Apollo—we have to make sure we don’t touch where he hurt himself because it’s going to be sore—just like your knee when you fell off your bike. Now, I was thinking maybe we could draw a picture for little brother, so he can feel better when he’s home?”

“Mr. Ivar?”

“Yes, little man?”

“Is Apollo going to be alright?”

“He’s going to be just fine—Miss Y/N and Mr. Hvitty made sure of it,”

“He got to go in the am-bu-wance?” Phoenix gasps. “I went in one when we saw them at the school!”

“He did,” Ivar replies, leaving out the part where he was also air lifted in the helicopter, because he knows that Phoenix will be asking you for that for the next year once he finds out.

As Phoenix makes sure to leave no crumb behind, Ivar peaks down at his phone to see your message:

All set at the hospital, see you tonight xo

“Ready for the art store?” Ivar asks.

“Can we get a taco to go, for later?” Phoenix asks.

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brighteyedbushybrowed · 7 months

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Hello Hello! I was wondering if I could get some dad secondo headcanons. Like him dealing with like teenage angst and other growing up problems.

Omg dad Secondo!!! Hell yeah, I'm here for this, I'm getting in on this headcanon request RIGHT NOW!!

I think Secondo definitely is less of the bitter grumpy man he usually is when it comes to his kid

He is very hands-on with raising his teen

For some reason I picture him raising a son? Like, the first thing I think of is Secondo having a son when I think of what kid or kids he'd have

He co-parents his teen with whoever the other parent is, but because Secondo prefers to be as hands-on as possible he takes on more of the parental responsibility

If he has a kid that has a uterus and experiences periods, I think he'd have been a little bit awkward at first. Not because he doesn't know what to do when someone is menstruating but because he has that sudden moment of realisation that his kid isn't this little child anymore and they're growing up

Secondo does tend to get into arguments with his kid when they have mood swings that make them angry and argumentative. He's not going to pussyfoot around his kid or let them yell at him or be disrespectful to him or their other parent

Not afraid to ground them when they break the rules. He does ease up on the rules when his kid gets into their later teen years, however

Helps them devise a skincare routine when they start getting acne and being self-conscious about it. Admittedly, Secondo does end up asking Terzo for assistance because he's better at skincare

Anyone bullies his kid, they will experience a world of hurt

Not afraid to hand out harsher punishments to kids in the abbey who bully his kid, even if other clergy members tell him he's abusing his power or not being professional

He learns to reign it in a little when his kid blows up at him one day about how embarrassing it is when he does that

Honestly, Secondo I think would try and keep contact between Nihil and his kid to a minimum because of how bad of a dad Nihil was when Secondo was growing up and he doesn't want his old man to be the same towards his teen

He worries a lot about being the same kind of father his own dad was, which is why he's so insistent on being as involved in his kid's life as possible

He refuses to be the absent, shitty dad Nihil was and he's scared that he's going to fuck it up or that he's not doing a good enough job as a father

I think that he's actually a brilliant dad though!

The fact he worries about that and tries so hard means he's already a much better father than Nihil ever was

If his kid is involved in any sports teams or extracurricular activities, you can bet he attends every event without any care about his Papal duties. His kid comes first, something that Nihil never managed to get a grasp of when he was raising the boys

He takes a lot of interest in how his kid's day was, their friends, frequently offers for them to invite their friends over for dinner or to sleep over or even parties (no alcohol, of course. This may be a satanic abbey but he's not going to be breaking the law or being irresponsible)

If his kid has trouble making friends, he's gonna be sad about that but he knows that interfering won't help and he doesn't wanna risk them getting bullied because of him interfering with their social life

The first time his kid says "I hate you" during a fight like most teens do at some point, it really cuts deep and he takes it personally. He knows that it's normal and that he and his brothers would say it during arguments when they were teenagers and they never meant it, but hearing his kid say it with such anger and emotion really hits him hard

He's very good at communicating with his kid, so naturally when they do make up he encourages them to talk about their feelings but also be aware that their words do have an effect on others and you can't take back the words that leave your lips

He and his kid generally get on so so well and he loves them dearly to the point where he would happily shun all of his Papal duties for them if he felt that's what would be best for them (they'd never allow it, of course)

#secondo #papa emeritus ii #the band ghost #headcanons #headcanon requests

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huntsvillegossip · 5 months

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Hello lovelies,

First off, I’d like to thank everyone who has volunteered to help with the reconstruction efforts in town. It is in times like these that we get to see the town coming together as one and make the best of things. Sadly, it appears that even in the face of tragedy, the reporting never stops—you all have been quite busy sending information my way to sort through.

We all are very much aware about Miss Josie Reigh’s antics at the last town event, causing the Garcia brothers to come to blows over her, with my sources telling me that the two have just now become on speaking terms again. It must have been quite rough on the oldest considering he’s about to become a father of what I hear is quite the bunch of babies. For a moment, I was convinced that he had knocked two women up, until Miss Reigh very publicly declared who the father of her child actually is. A warning to the masses: if you decide to go home with Mercy Wainwright, you should know that he may be lying about his sterility, if Miss Reigh’s literal slap to the face is to be believed. Thankfully, it seems her new boytoy was able to reign her in. Her taste in men may be questionable, to say the least, but Gabriel Westfall seems harmless enough. At least the baby is going to the lovely Chris and Emma Winters, which is a much more stable home environment, considering how much family they now have to help support them.

Moving on to another frequent flier in our column, Jessica Sinclair has reportedly set her sights on yet another man, repeatedly spotted being quite cozy with Jerico Leeds. However, it seems the apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree considering she appears to have more of her parents’ adulterous ways in her than she likes to advertise. We all know that the eyes of young men have a tendency to wander when a pretty face is involved, but I don’t think that Bellaluna Darling will be too happy with how you seem to be trying to place yourself directly in her man’s line of sight. Jessie, sweetie, he may be nice, but you of all people should know better than to try to steal another girl’s boyfriend.

Not to insinuate that the menfolk are the only ones capable of infidelity, which is a lesson that Hunter Hilton seems to have learned the hard way after only weeks of declaring Valeria Moreno as his girlfriend. The two were spotted at the festival holding hands only to end up arguing about her other bedroom partners which, as we have previously reported, are both varied and plentiful. No official news of a breakup has been reported, but he was seen storming off after their dispute which I can only assume means the two just weren’t meant to be. Especially since we do have reports that Miss Moreno has upgraded one of her other conquests to the role of boyfriend. Congratulations to Cain Barlowe for locking down quite the popular young lady.

However, I did have my doubts that Mr. Hilton and Miss Moreno were even an item to begin with. Word on the street is that the actual heartbreak to report is between him and one Guillermo Reyes. Sadly, Mr. Reyes doesn’t seem to have changed much since high school. Allegedly, he’s dating Eagan Connolly, but based on what the crowd saw Mr. Hilton and Mr. Reyes had quite the explosive breakup at the festival. Apparently, the name Liam Jefferson came up more than once, so it looks like Mr. Hilton just can’t move past that rejection. Although I do have to side with him in this instance. If my boyfriend punched me in public, I would also tell him to fuck off and snap at him that we’re done.

Now, if you think that relationship drama is a young person’s game, I would beg to differ on behalf of our older residents. I was volunteering as usual at the resident home and was told about quite the tiff between Claire Forbes and Phoenix Romero-Sawyer. It seems their friendship ended due to the former’s unreturned feelings for the latter. However, I do think we might need to have our residents' eyes checked, because the Romero that Miss Forbes has been seen with as of late is not our fire captain, but our game warden Mallard Romero. Miss Forbes is teaching us a valuable lesson here: if you can’t have the one that you want, you can always settle for someone who looks just like them.

In lighter news, congratulations are in order to Antonio Estrada Jr and Mylene Karimi! It looks like all that was needed for these two to run off into the sunset together was to leave the Commune, and so we wish them the best in their engagement, and that they continue to enjoy their newfound freedom. They sure do look a lot happier than Sandra Quispe. The poor thing seems so stressed despite the new help around the house.

Finally, while things in Huntsville can never go as expected, I’m sure none of us expected to see movie star Joey Albright step into our small town. The man hardly looks a day over 35, and it appears the reason for his arrival is none other than our very own Hope MacGillivray. Let us all celebrate another happy couple enjoying their engagement. Although the two may want to avoid the local police department if they want to stay happy and engaged.

Lovelies, with all the tragedy in our town, it really is great to see so much love going around. Good luck again to all who are helping with reconstruction efforts and try not to give the Reyes Ortega twins too much trouble. They really are doing the best that they can in that family.

Love, Auntie G.

#josie reigh #mercy wainwright #gabriel westfall #jessica sinclair #jerico leeds #bellaluna darling #hunter hilton #valeria moreno #cain barlowe #guillermo reyes #eagan connolly #claire forbes #phoenix romero sawyer #mallard romero #antonio estrada jr #mylene karimi #joey albright #hope macgillivray

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skyland2703 · 4 months

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it’s not in the list, but it does feel unconventional, a Divorce AU for Javi/Amelia?

I actually like this idea— not sticking to just the list and sending any unconventional AU that comes to mind~

They had married young. Like really young, Amelia was twenty two, Javi was twenty one, something something young love, and college romance.

They had two kids, but shit got hard when Javi had to be away frequently, because of his tours, and Amelia started getting fed up.

It didn’t end good. They ended up dividing the custody of the kids, the son, Hazel, with Amelia, and the daughter, Adelyn, with Javi.

They also decided to never speak again, since they parted ways. The kids were small, Hazel being three, and Adelyn being one. They missed each other like shit, but a deal was a deal.

And they probably would never have, ever, again— especially with the both of them trying to move on with their lives, and the kids growing up, and life in itself getting busy.

Cut to more than sixteen years later, where you have a very keen, seventeen year old Adelyn, trying to drive, and an equally less keen Javi, yelling instructions at her, sitting there in half panic, waiting for the moment she’d crash into a traffic barricade or something.

She had spent her entire 16th year learning how to drive, and Javi had promised her her driving license for her seventeenth.

Well, fuck. She did pass her test, at seventeenth, and yes, now she was a licensed driver. And worse, she was taking Javi around on a tour of this new city they had moved to.

“TEN AND TWO ADELYN— THAT IS NINE AND SIX YOUNG LADY ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL— EYES ON THE ROAD— DON’T LOOK AT YOUR PHONE?!?”

As expected, five seconds later, Adelyn groans, “DAD CAN YOU SHUT UP FOR A SECOND—“ and it’s those five seconds, in which her car crashes against the one in front of theirs.

Javi’s smug “I told you so” smirk infuriates Adelyn as a young man, probably in his early twenties, emerges from the passenger seat of the car, and knocks on Javi’s window— no doubt, to argue.

So, while Adelyn is banging her head against her steering wheel, cursing the over the top, idiotic human being she calls her father, Javi gets out of the car, and politely talks to the young man, who is ready to come to blows with him.

Nobody disrespects Adelyn’s father, though, and she steps out of her car, to indeed, defend him, and punches the guy so now he’s lying flat on the floor— there’s a crowd gathered around them.

WELP.

Then another lady emerges from the other car, the one the boy was driving, and calmly— so calmly that it felt like she was about to pull out a gun and commit murder— she asks, “what is the problem”

Javi is Ready to defend his daughter from anything, and turns around to face the girl, and… is shocked to realise, its Amelia.

What are the chances—

The kids are still arguing but time seems to have stopped for Javi and Amelia. They’re just staring at each other, mouths hanging open, emotions overflowing, as they are reminded of all the time they had spent together, all the love they had felt for each other, once upon a time.

Too many emotions, worst of all, “I LOVE YOU. I STILL LOVE YOU. I STILL MISS YOU” in both of their eyes, a little sadness because of having parted ways with no intention to ever meet, hesitation for the lack of knowledge of the other’s life— did they get married again? Neither of them had, but the other didn’t know that— but the expression in their eyes, it’s almost as if they’re taken back an entire lifetime ago, when they used to still be in love.

Maybe they can come a little closer, maybe travel back in time just a little bit more…

The kids now turn to Amelia and Javi— the boy apparently being Hazel, Amelia and Javi’s son, and both children urging Javi and Amelia to say something, take their side.

What they don’t expect, oh course, is for the two supposed strangers to almost burst into tears.

“Javi?”

“Amelia—“

And imagine their confusion, when they see the older two coming closer, and almost leaning in for a kiss, before the bewildered kids interrupt, with a “WHAT THE FUCK—“

This was gonna be complicated to explain...

Bonus:

Once the explaining is done, Amelia does ask Javi out on a date.

Fervent opposition from the kids. “You can’t be serious????”

The kids hate each other, initially. “I have to be a sibling to HIM/HER?”

But as they see how Javi and Amelia are with each other, how happy they are, together, how they hold hands while they’re doing whatever work they’re doing with just one hand, and don’t let go unless someone actively points out, they realise they’re actually still so very deeply in love.

Or how Javi just gets lost in her eyes, when she’s talking about something.

Or how Amelia can’t take her eyes off of him, when he’s playing some song.

They find their parents old common friends— Olliie Akana and Aiyon, and Javi’s sister, Izzy, and her wife, Fern, and try to dig up what exactly went wrong between their parents the first time. They don’t want them repeating the same mistakes— they want this to work, they want their parents to be happy~

Hazel and Adelyn too, over time, grow tolerant of each other, in fact, working together to get their parents together again.

Yeah, no, Amelia and Javi are never splitting up again. Not if Hazel and Adelyn can help it. Even if it means having to put up with the new sibling’s obnoxious ass for the rest of their lives~

Thanks for the ask :3

Unconventional AU Prompts

#power rangers #power rangers dino fury #amelia jones #dino fury #javi garcia #javelia #cosmic fury #power rangers cosmic fury

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cherrycola27 · 2 years

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IF I DIDN'T HAVE YOU: A SIREN'S SONG EPILOGUE

Paring: Rooster x OC Captain Harper Ann "Siren" Mitchell-Bradshaw

Warnings: Cursing, Allusions to Smut, PTSD, Anxiety/ Panic Attack. 18+ Minors DNI

A/N This drabble was inspired by the Thompson Square song "If I Didn't Have You"

Phoenix ran through the corridors to catch up with her group of friends. Several members of the Dagger Squad were on their way to check out the new group of recruits who they would be training later this week. "Bob hurry up!" She called behind to her WSO who was trying to keep up with her while carrying an armful of snacks. "I'm going as fast as I can!" He called.

"Did we miss it?" Phoenix panted when she finally caught up to Rooster, Hangman, Payback, Fanboy, and Coyote. "No they just got here and Mav is about to introduce her." Hangman said wrapping an arm around his wife and kissing the top of her head.

"Did we miss it?" Bob repeated when he came in moments earlier. "No Bob we made it just in time." Phoenix replied grabbing some chips from him. "Sorry we were late, I had to get snack because this is always so entertaining." Bob said passing out snacks to the group as they all took seats at the back of the airplane hanger.

"So Bradshaw, only makes sense you start off the pool since we are betting on your wife." Hangman said turning to Rooster. "So whats the wager."

"I saw this group at the Hard Deck last night and at least half of them seemed cockier than you Hangman... so I'm going to say 50 bucks that she puts at least on of them in their place by the end of the day." Rooster said confidently. "Hmmm I don't know if it will be today I'm going to say 50 bucks and she loses it on them by day three." Coyote countered. One by one the members of the groups decided if they were team Rooster or team Coyote.

When it came to new recruits, it wasn't a matter of if Siren would blow up on them, but when. Inevitably one of them would put together that Siren was Maverick's daughter, Rooster's wife, and Ice's goddaughter which would lead to the snarky comments about where she was in her career. And that led to her ripping them a new one and in rare cases, leaving them in tears.

"Everyone, please say hello to your head instructor Captain Harper Mitchell-Bradshaw... Call Sign: Siren" Maverick finished as Harper stepped up to the podium.

"Greetings Aviators" Harper said smiling "Welcome to Top Gun. As Admiral Mitchell stated I will be your head instructor but you will have several others over the next 13 weeks. Each one of them has amazing skills and will teach you a lot. I know, because I have flown with them. When you are with me, you will be learning advanced dogfighting maneuvers. There will be times when your other instructors will assist me. And if I can convince him, you might be able to see Admiral Maverick Mitchell in the sky." Harper finished.

"Now before we begin, does anyone have any questions." Harper stated walking around the podium and leaning on it. A singular hand raised.

"Yes Lieutenant...." Siren began "McSwain" the man finished for her "But you can call me Thunder, princess" he winked.

"Ohhhh looks like I'm about to make some money" Rooster whispered to the group at the back of the room. "Now hold your horses... she might play it cool he might have some sense about him." Hangman replied

"Lt. McSwain.... I would like to kindly remind you that the next time you address me it is either: Ma'am, Siren, or Captain Mitchell-Bradshaw." Siren said smiling at the young Lieutenant.

"Yes Ma'am. My apologies." He grinned back slyly. "But back to my question. Your name. 'Mitchell-Bradshaw' is that a coincidence or are you related to the Admiral and/or Captain Rooster Bradshaw." Thunder asked.

"Well if you must know, yes I am related to both. Maverick is my father and Rooster is my husband." Siren replied without missing a beat. "Now if there are any other questions that do not involve my personal life you may ask them. If not, let's move on. She finished trying to keep her cool. Siren knew Thunders type. He was like a younger version of Hangman. There was always one in every group.

"One more question Captain." Thunder stated. "Yes Lt. McSwain... Harper said praying this conversation wasn't going where she thought it was... she just wanted to get this trainees in the sky.

"Who helped you get this position of head instructor, Daddy Admiral or Captain Hubby?" He asked laughing with a shit eating grin on his face. A few of the other students snickered, but most of them stayed quiet.

"Lt. McSwain... if you must know the answer is neither." Harper walked up to his desk and leaned in closely. "Ohhh this is gonna be good" Fanboy whispered trying not to laugh

"Obviously you didn't pay attention when Maverick was introducing me but incase you didn't know... I was number one in my Top Gun class... beating my husband actually... have five confirmed in air kills which makes me the only Active Duty Ace and one of two Aces in the last 50 years... the other being my father. Do you have any kills? No you don't I read your file. I was one of the youngest people in the Navy to earn the title of Captain. So the only person who helped me get this position is myself. I earned this spot." She looked at the now stunned Lieutenant in the eyes. "And even though you talk a big game...much like your Call Sign all it is, is a bunch of noise." She finished turning around.

"And just an FYI lieutenant, she out ranks me! I married up!" Rooster yelled from the back of the room. Harper looked up from the podium to see her friends at the back of the hanger no doubt some of them just lost money to the rest. She locked eyes with her husband who shot her a wink. She then felt her phone buzz in her pocket.

"Well, now that's settled everyone go suit up. We are in the air for dogfights in 30. Dismissed." Siren instructed. While everyone filed out of the room, Harper checked her phone. There was a new text message from Rooster

"🐓 Hubby: Our office. Meet me there in five ;)"

Harper knew exactly what that message meant. Smiling to herself, she gathered her things and headed to the office.

Moments later Siren quickly padded her way down the hall to the office she and her husband shared. When she reached the end of the corridor she turned the knob and darted in. She quickly locked the door and drew the curtain. Before she could turn around her husband's hands were on her waist and his lips where on her neck.

He pulled her flush against him. Harper could feel his hardness pressing against her. "Do you know just how fucking hot it is when you tear those idiots a new one?" Rooster muttered against her skin as he placed hot open mouthed kisses against her neck.

"Just does something to me baby... love seeing you take charge like that." He groaned as he worked the zipper of her flight suit down. Siren twist around to face her husband. She cupped his length through his flight suit Bradley hissed at the contact. "We only have a few minutes before someone will start to wonder where I'm at." Siren reminded him.

"Guess we'll just have to be quick then." Rooster stated as he bent her over his desk.

Twenty minutes later Siren was checking over herself in the locker room mirror. After their morning quickie, Harper realized she had to fix her hair. Rooster always loved to pull it when he took her from behind... not that she was complaining in the moment, but after the fact she hated having to put it back into the Navy bun she had to wear.

She grabbed her things and shut her locker. She quickly made her way to her plane to get ready for dog fights. The recruits who weren't flying were in the briefing room along with the other members of the Dagger Squad listening in. Just like her father before her, Siren put a wager on the flights. First to get shot down owes 200 push-ups and in all her time teaching at Top Gun, she still hadn't done a single one.

After a few hours of flying and push-ups done by all of the new pilots, Harper dismissed them for the day and told them to be ready for more flights tomorrow with other instructors and she would see them in a few days to see if they had learned anything new.

After everyone had left, she and Rooster hopped in her Durango to get pick up their kids from Grammy P. Rooster insisted on driving even though he would rather be in his Bronco. "Remind me again why we can't drive my car?" He asked as he adjusted the drivers seat back. "Because your Bronco wasn't exactly designed for a car seat and a boostet seat" Harper replied buckling her belt.

"I guess you're right" he sighed "While I love my car it probably isn't the best for the kids to ride in right now, but when they get bigger... we are going to drive it all the time!" He told her as they headed to Penny and Maverick's house.

"Knock knock" Harper called as she entered her parents house. "Anyone home?" Rooster called behind her. The patter of small feet sounded across the hardwood floors as the Bradshaw children ran through the home.

"Mommy! Daddy!" Five year old Goose and two year old Cara cheered as they lept into their parents arms. Harper and Rooster peppered their children's faces with kisses. "Stop daddy... it tickles" Cara said pushing her father's face and mustache away from her. "Cara, the tickles is the best part silly." Goose told his sister while giving his mother a big hug.

Penny came into the living room moments later. "Hope they didn't give you too much trouble today Mom." Harper stated shifting her son to her hip as she hugged her mother. "The never do. I love my grand babies." Penny replied. "They certainly love you too." Rooster replied as his children giggled.

Moments later the family heard the kitchen door shut and footsteps enter. "Hello! Anyone here?" A familiar voice called out. "Grandpa Mav!" Both children squealed as they wriggled free of their parents grasps to see him.

"There's my favorite little co-pilots" Maverick cooed as he picked up both Goose and Cara. "Missed you two today."

"We missed you today too Grandpa Mav, and Mommy and Daddy. But we had so much fun with Grammy P." Goose informed them. "Well I am so glad you had fun." Maverick told his grandson.

"Alright kiddos, time to head home... its pizza night!" Rooster stated as he tried to wrangle his children. "Pizza is my favowite!" Cara smiled taking her father's hand as they made their way to the car.

"Thanks again for watching them mom. Love you!" Harper called as she made her way to the car.

Though it was a short drive home, both children fell asleep tired after a fun day with their Grammy. The Bradshaws sat in the driveway savoring the moment. "I love this. I love our life, our little family. I can't imagine anything else." Rooster stated breaking the silence grabbing his wife's hand. "Me too baby me too." Harper replied. "Now let's get his guys in and fed before they turn into gremlins" Harper laughed as the family made their way in.

12 weeks later

"Bradley!" Harper called from their shared bathroom.

"Yes dear?" He asked poking his head in and raising his eyebrow. "Can you please come help me zip my dress? I can't get it and if we don't leave soon we will be late for the Top Gun graduation gala and it wouldn't look good if the head instructor and presenter of the Top Gun trophy was late!" Harper signed frustrated. "I swear this dress fit perfectly a few weeks ago when I picked it out!" Harper stated throwing up her hands.

"Don't worry baby I got you." Rooster kissed her shoulder as he tugged her zipper up. "There... perfect." He smiled behind her. "I'm going to go start the car meet you down there in 5!" He said turning on his heels and leaving.

Harper grabbed the remaining things she needed and placed them in her clutch. As she turned to leave a wave of nausea came over her. She quickly pushed it down. It was just nerves she told herself. She had to give a speech and she hated public speaking a perfectly logical explanation.

The gala and ceremony went surprisingly well. Harper was over the moon to present the Top Gun Trophy to Gypsy, one of the four female aviators in her class this year. Everyone was enjoying the night. They ate, the drank, they danced. Well everyone except for Harper ate, drank, and danced. After dinner she was doubled over in the restroom trying to catch her breath after she emptied the contents of her stomach into the toilet.

She grabbed her phone and typed out a quick text to her husband explaining that she was sick and would meet him at the car. Minutes later she and Rooster were heading home. "B, can we stop at this pharmacy, I want to get some meds so I can feel better." Harper asked. "Of course honey. Want me to go in for you?" He asked his voice dripping with concern for his wife.

"No baby I will be quick." Siren replied giving him a quick peck on the cheek before exiting the vehicle. She quickly made her way into the pharmacy. She grabbed some medication for nausea and then quickly made her way to the family planning aisle.

She looked at the row of pregnancy test before her. Normally Harper wouldn't have entertained the idea of being pregnant again... she and Rooster both expressed that they wanted two kids... which they had, but they were a married couple, a happily married couple, who had sex, quite a bit of sex actually, but in the two years since Caroline had been born, Harper had never been late and when she was finishing up to go to the gala she realized there were some leftover tampons in her clutch from the last time she had used it.

She took them out not thinking, but on the drive there she realized it had been a minute since she had her period, so she check her cycle tracking app and realized she was late... very late... twelve weeks late to be exact. She was pulled out of her thoughts by the chime of her phone

Hubby 🐓: Everthing okay? Need me to come in?

Harper: No, just finishing up!

She quickly typed out a reply grabbed a few tests and went to checkout

The moment the couple got home Harper bolted up the stairs and ran into the bathroom. She locked the door behind her for good measure. She definitely did not want Bradley walking in on her while she was taking a pregnancy test. She ripped the package open and quickly got to work. She didn't bother with the directions, she had two kids she knew how this worked. Open the test, pee on the stick, wait. She did take two just to be safe. The odd of one false positive were there but two... not possible.

Three minutes late there were two big blue plus signs looking back at her. "Shit" she whispered just as she heard a small knock on the door.

"Babe... you okay in there" Rooster called through the door. "I'm fine honey just going to take off my makeup and brush my teeth. I'll be out for bed soon!" She called back through the door.

Harper quickly stashed the tests and evidence away, scrubbed her face and her teeth before cuddling up with her husband. Her mind raced as she heard him gently snore in his sleep. She had to get to the infirmary first thing in the morning. Then she had to tell her father of all people that while she could instruct from the ground in a few weeks she most definitely could not be in the air.

Then she thought about how she had been flying almost everyday these past few weeks and she had consumed some alcohol, hell she had even had sushi... all things pregnant women shouldn't do.

She ran her hands over her face and attempted to sleep

"Well Captain, it looks like you are about 12 weeks just like you thought." Dr. Caudill told her as she finished up her ultrasound. "Looks like someone got busy the first week those new Top Gun recruits came in" Dr. Caudill laughed wagging her eyebrows. "Sharon! It's not funny!" Harper shrieked at her friend.

"It's a little funny" Sharon replied. "Did everything look okay? I mean is the baby fine? Because I flew, I drank, I had sushi, I FLEW!" Harper asked panicking. "Everything looks good. The baby is fine and healthy." Sharon reassured her.

"Ugh.... how do I tell my dad... how do I tell Bradley!" Harper flopped back on the exam table. "That I can't help you with, but I know both of those men in your life are very supportive of you, and Rooster loves being a father more than he loves flying planes. So, and I can even believe I'm about to quote your dad on this 'Don't think, just do." Dr. Caudill told Siren before she exited her office.

Sharon was right, so Siren marched down to her father's office. "Dad," she called as she came in. "Hey pumpkin! Didn't expect you to visit me today!" Maverick smiled getting up to hug her.

"Yeah me neither... but there's something I need to let you know." Harper began. "Next week, when the new class of recruits come in... I... I can teach on the ground but I can't fly." She whispered. "Why not honey? What's wrong?" Maverick asked looking at her with concern.

"Well, I'm pregnant dad." Harper stated. Maverick looked at her blankly for a moment before a smile spread across his face. "Aw honey! Thats amazing news, I didn't know you and Bradley were trying for a third... though I really just try to ignore the fact that you have sex." Maverick laughed.

"We really weren't trying... it just kind of accidentally happened. And you can't tell him because I haven't told him. I just knew I had to tell you because you are technically my commanding officer." Harper babbled.

"Of course. You tell him when you are ready in the mean time, no flying... got it. Well honey I have a meeting to get to." Maverick gave his daughter a kiss on the head and left his office.

Harper sighed and walked out of her father's office. She made her way back to her car to begin the long drive home. Thankfully she and Rooster both had the day off and Goose and Cara were with Penny at the beach today. She knew she had to tell him... she obviously couldn't keep it from him. She decided she would just rip the bandage off. He was excited the first two times... surely this wouldn't be any different... right?

Harper opened the door and found Rooster sitting in the kitchen eat lunch. "Hey baby. I just made some food if you're hungry." Rooster greeted as she came through the door. "Thanks honey... but I'm not hungry... there's actually... I... I need to talk to you about something B." Harper said sitting down next to him.

Rooster took note of the tremor in Harper's voice. He set his phone down and pushed is plate away. He grabbed his wife's hands. "Harps, what's going on?." He asked.

"I'm not going to beat around the bush B or sugar coat anything. Do you remember our little romp in our office at the beginning of the last Top Gun class..." She trailed off. "Of course I do baby... how could I forget..." Rooster mumbled kissing her knuckles.

"Well... turns out that quickie had some unexpected outcomes..." She continued. Rooster sat there looking confused.

"I'm pregnant Bradley. Twelve weeks. I took a test last night when we got back from the gala and Sharon confirmed it this morning. I know we said two kids where enough for us, but you're such a great dad Roos, and I love our family and I think this will be a great new adventure for us. Goose is such a good big brother and Cara will be so excited to be a big sister and we are great parents, and the house is big enough and we don't have to worry about moving around anymore since we teach at Top Gun... we are going to be fine right?" Harper finished her speech looking at her husband.

Rooster sat there with a blank expression on his face. She could tell he was trying to take everything in she had just said. "B, say something" Harper asked reaching for his hand. Bradley wordlessly pulled his hand away from her and stood up. He walked over to the kitchen island and put his hands on it. Rooster let out the breath he had been holding.

Harper walked over to him and tried to hug him. "Don't touch me." He said pushing off of her "B, are you... are you mad at me?" Harper asked as tears brimmed in her eyes.

"Bradley you have to talk to me. Tell me what you are thinking. I mean. I know it's a lot, but we are in a good place. We can do this. I know it's unexpected and we didn't plan it, but everything is going to be okay." Harper tried to reassure him.

"Unexpected is when you get a flat tire, unexpected is when you hit traffic on your way to work. Hell... unexpected is having to eject from an F-18!" Rooster raised his voice with every statement. "This is not unexpected, this is... is... is... a major fuck up... a horrible accident... I mean I know we didn't technically plan Goose and Cara but we knew we wanted two kids. We didn't talk about a third... we never discussed a third I mean... Jesus Harper, I can't even with you right now!" Rooster yelled pacing around the kitchen.

"You can't even with me? In case you didn't know Roos, you had to be there for this to happen just FYI" Harper shouted back. "And how dare you call this baby a fuck up, a horrible accident. Did you think that about our other kids? Is that the first thought you had the other two times I told you I was pregnant? Hmm?!" She screamed at him. Tears were running down her face... damn hormones.

"Harper, you know that's not true, it's just a lot... I need some time to process this. I just need some space." Rooster softened "Well take all the space you fucking need Bradshaw... time to process... thats bullshit." Harper yelled she was getting angrier.

"Harper I'm sorry it's just a lot okay... you can't just spring shit like this on me. I mean a baby is a lot. That's like a a huge bomb to just drop on me. Excuse me for not just going with it like it's just another normal fucking Friday. I mean give me a break. Did you ever stop to think that maybe I don't want a third kid? Did you ever consider how I would feel?" He shouted at her.

"Your feelings? What you want? Really? I mean it's a lot for me too Bradley, but it never once crossed my mind to not want this baby. But you... you don't want this baby... Jesus you don't want this baby do you Bradley?! Oh my God I can't even with you! I understand this is a lot but I figured we would be there for each other but I guess I was wrong!" Harper was so mad she couldn't see straight.

"Harps, I'm sorry baby look..." Rooster tried to apologize. "Get away from me. I don't want you anywhere near me right now Bradley Alexander Bradshaw." Harper threatened her voice low.

"Fine... fine... I'm leaving." Rooster stated throwing his hands up in defeat. With that he grabbed his keys and left. Harper ran upstairs and flung herself on the bed. She quickly texted Penny to ask if she could keep this kids overnight. After she sent the message Harper lost the last ounce of self control she had and sobbed.

At some point Harper had cried herself into a fitful sleep. She hadn't had nightmares about her accident in along time. She had so much good in her life she didn't have to focus on the bad, but this fight with Bradley, the thought that he didn't want this child, it triggered her. Suddenly she was 26 and taking fire again. Her plane was crashing to the ground and she was laying on the forest floor broken and bleeding. Only the dream was different this time. Instead of search and rescue it was Bradley standing over her.

"B, help me please. I need you" She called out in her dream reaching for him. Only he wasn't helping her. He didn't reach out for her, he didn't rescue her. He left her.

"Bradley, wait... help me... please. You promised me. You promised me." She cried out reaching for him... begging him to come back but he didn't he walked away and left her for dead. "Bradley... no... no... please... come back." She sobbed.

"Harper....honey... wake up... Harper." Rooster shook his wife trying to wake her from the obvious nightmare she was having. Harper gasped as she woke up from her nightmare. She grabbed the knife that she kept in her bedside table. She had always kept it there for fear of someone breaking in when Rooster still had to deploy early in their marriage. Her eyes were wild and her breathing was heavy. She was covered in a cold sweat and tears threatened to fall. She looked around the room scanning for possible threats. Her grip on the handle of her blade was so tight her knuckles were white.

Rooster stepped away from her. He had only seen her like this a handful of times before. The last was a few weeks after Baby Nick was born. He knew when she woke up from a night terror like this he had to talk her off the ledge.

"Harper, honey... it's me... it's Bradley" he whispered trying to calm her. "You're okay, you're safe. The kids are safe everything is fine." He called slowly approaching her. "Baby, you're home. Nothing can hurt you here. Give me the knife baby. I'm not going to hurt you. Just take a deep breath and hand it to me." Rooster stated holding out his hand for her to place the weapon in it.

Harper blinked a few times before registering that Bradley was in front of her. She looked at him and then to the blade in her hand. It finally clicked in her brain what was happening. She quickly dropped it into Roosters hand and began to sob. Rooster placed the item on the dresser and went to wrap her in his arms.

"Baby... I'm so sorry. I know this is my fault. I shouldn't have left you. I shouldn't have said those things. I love you, I love our kids... all three of them. I said some awful things and I'm so, so sorry Harper. I will always want you, and I could never not want a baby that we made. Please forgive me." He whispered pressing kisses against her hair.

"You mean that... really?" Harper asked in an almost childlike voice.

"Of course I mean it. When I left I took a drive and I remembered something my mom told me. I think I was about 17 and she told me 'Bradley, you may not believe me, but you are going to marry Harper Mitchell one day. The way you two look at each other is the same way your father and I used too. You are never going to find a woman to put up with you like she does. And once you finally settle down with her, don't ever let her go, because if you do I swear I will come back and haunt you!'" They both laughed at the statement.

"It's true Harper, there is no one else in this world who would put up with me. We've been through so much together... you're it for me Harper... I don't know what I would do without you baby. I need you by my side like I need to breathe." Rooster spoke truthfully.

"I'm sorry I freaked out on you earlier today. I was just so overwhelmed... and... I was scared... scared I wouldn't be enough for you or for our family. I was scared so I lashed out on you and I never should have, and I promise to support you through this pregnancy just like the others." He kissed her again and pulled her close to his chest.

"I know our life can be crazy, but as long as we have each other we will be okay." Rooster said as he and Harper sat on their bed.

"So three kids... they are officially going to out number us." Rooster said breaking the silence. Harper laughed as she settled against him. " I know... I just hope it's a girl because I don't know if I can handle three Bradshaw men in my life!"

"And you think I could handle three Bradshaw women any better?" Rooster asks.

"Whatever we have, I know that as long as you are with me, we are going to make it. No matter how crazy life gets, as long as you are my wingman B, I know everything will be just fine."

"I love you Bradley Bradshaw."

"I love you too Harper Bradshaw."

"I love you more."

"I love you most."

Ahhh babes. I love Harper and Rooster too much to leave them alone! I might have a couple more fics that fit in this universe and I have a few other things in the works! Hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoy writing it!

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