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weird-addiction · 7 months

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God is Cruel to you, Not Me.

Pairing: House of the Dragon x Male!Targaryen!Reader x Mandela Catalogue Alt Gabriel

Genre: Crossover Angst

Warnings: self-hate, self-harming, guilt, mentions of childbirth death, masochistic tendencies, forcing religion onto someone, manipulation, happy ending for reader but everyone else suffers.

A/n: Final Repost of this. This is official post of this fic. @kawaiiskeletoneggsnerd

Westeros is known for having the religion of the Faith of the Seven, the Valyrians such as the Targaryens and Velaryons. They had the Valyrian gods of old to watch over them, it was always said the Targaryens were closer to gods than to men, they say that because of their dragons.

What if, it was not the dragons that made them closer to god, what if nothing made them closer to the gods.

Well. Except for one.

Y/n Targaryen.

He was known as the younger brother of Rhaenyra Targaryen, when he was born he took the life of both his mother Queen Aemma and his older twin Baelon Targaryen. When he was old enough to understand it, he began to blame himself for killing his mother as he made his way into the world.

The other thing about Y/n is that he was a dreamer, but not just any dreamer. His dreams were not of the future or about the present, it was about something completely different. The first one started at the age of seven, it was a dream of him standing in front of a tree. In front of the tree was a red apple, it was tempting to take a bite out of it. There was a faint voice pulling him ever so slightly forward, but he woke up before he could do anything.

Then the dreams would continue every night, every time he went into the dream he would walk a step forward, inching towards the apple.

Y/n would go to talk to his father about such dreams, Viserys did not fully understand his dreams as they were not the usual dreams of Targaryens that himself has experienced. During the days in the Red Keep, he would hear voices pulling him to places, sometimes he passed out and awake in his room with him on the floor.

He would pick the dagger his uncle Daemon had gifted him during his seventh name day, then begin to make marks on his arms just to relieve the pain he felt building up.

The scars would burn at first, but then he realized he liked the burns.

This was the way he grew up, soon it felt like normal, during nights sometimes he would wake up and see a tall figure at the foot of his bed. The figure was almost as tall as his room, it wore a white robe and had curly blonde hair. Sometimes, he could have sworn he saw wings.

Rhaenyra offered to take him to the sept to pray as to maybe to take his mind off things, but once Y/n even put one foot inside the sept he felt dizzy, like something was restraining him from going inside. He pushed back the feeling and continued in anyway.

“Even though our family worships the Valyrian gods, in Westeros we still have the Faith of the Seven. We should have both as we now live on these lands.” Rhaenyra said.

Y/n stayed silent before speaking, thinking over what he was going to say. “Are there…any other religions in Westeros?” His voice was soft as he turned to his sister.

“Not that I know of.” Rhaenyra then got into a prayer position, she gestured to Y/n to follow her actions.

She then began to pray under her breath, closing her eyes as she spoke to herself. Y/n also tried, but inside his head was something different, a different prayer was said.

‘Say it.’

“My lord, bless for all as I shall never stray. For my blood should be my own, no other gods shall see me bleed.” The words fell out of his lips so easily, he had no control of what he was even saying. And before he knew it, he was done.

And that is how many years passed, the years passed before his own eyes like a blur of colors. The prayer he continued to say over and over again every single night, the tragedies that befall on others, the drama within his family never got to him. It seemed like everyone else around him was miserable, it was he was the only one that was not punished by the gods.

On Driftmark, they were there to attend the funeral of Lady Laena Velayron. He stood next to his sister and his nephews, he kind of felt bored but he gave his best stance regardless. After the speech Vaemond gave, Y/n went over to his uncle Daemon.

“Uncle.” He said.

“Nephew.” Daemon replied back.

“I’m terribly sorry for your loss, I’m sure she was a good wife.”

A smile ghosted Daemon’s lips. “The gods can be cruel, especially to your father.”

Y/n wanted to laugh at that, he pushed back the feeling of it back down. “Yes, they have. Same with my sister. And even you, uncle.”

Daemon had confusion on his mind. “And you?” He asked his nephew.

“Not that I could think of. Nothing has been bad for me in recent years.” Y/n dipped his head slightly, looking out to the ocean.

“Nothing good ever comes to us Targaryens. Every time a Targaryen is born they say the gods flip a coin. If they flipped to the good side, the bad will still be present regardless.” Daemon downed his wine from his goblet in one go.

“What if the gods are just not cruel to me?” Y/n asked with curiosity, his eyes watched the tides below.

“Why don’t you ask your cunt of a step-mother? I am sure that she knows about the ‘higher authority’. Faith and all that.” Daemon lets out a smile, in which Y/n returns to him.

“I doubt she can help me.”

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He went to bed early that night, having the same dream again but this time he was right in front of the apple.

Y/n picked it up without much of another thought, then he took a bite out of it. There was a tree that was planted in front of him, and behind it, a boney pale hand reached out to him, telling him to take its hand.

His body moved on his own as he took it, then everything faded to black.

Y/n felt someone shaking him awake, it was a guard telling him something had happened. He got dressed quickly and went downstairs. Turns out his half-brother Aemond had his eye taken out.

Once he saw how Aemond was sitting in a chair getting stitches, he wanted to care but he just really could not feel any empathy for him. Once again, such events passed with flying colors as before he realized he was already back home in King’s Landing.

His sister, Rhaenyra has distanced herself and has decided to move to Dragonstone. Y/n stayed as in King’s Landing.

Time passed quickly, and soon six years went by and his sister was back to defend Luke’s claim to Driftmark. He avoided the whole thing that was happening in the throne room, he wandered off to the sept again to pray.

Y/n did not know how much time had passed, but Alicent, his step mother, had come to see him in the sept.

“I did not know you came into the sept, I always thought you and Rhaenyra worshipped the Valyrian gods.” Alicent said, walking in while her arms held each other.

“I do not know anything about the Valyrian gods of old, nor do I know anything of the Faith of the Seven. I have never even once looked at the Seven-pointed-star.” He continued to stay in the prayer position of being on his knees.

“Then why do you come into the sept, there is no reason for you to pray to.”

Y/n stood up, his eyes held a dark glint in them. “There is someone else I pray to.”

“Y/n.” He heard being called, looking over to see his sister at the arched doorway of the sept. “Nyra..” He called his sister’s nickname as she walked over.

“I knew I would find you here, though you have told me you don’t know the faith. We worship the Valyrian gods, you know that. It is our heritage.” Rhaenyra held his shoulders in a comforting manner.

“If Y/n is a prince of the Iron Throne, it is best for him to know the religion of Westeros after all.” Alicent spoke as she watched the sister and brother standing by each other.

Rhaenyra gave Alicent a harsh stare. “My brother is of Targaryen descent, from the times of Old Valyria. He should know the Valyrian gods.”

Silence ensued as the two women stared at each other. It was the prince that stood between that broke the silence.

“Then, I guess I failed as a Targaryen.”

Rhaenyra turned to look at him in confusion. “What do you mean brother?”

Y/n walked over to where the candles casted shadows onto the walls, standing in the said shadows as he clasped his hands together in a prayer position. “But now, I belong to him.” The shadows behind him begin to shift and turn into something else.

The figure the shadows shifted into was tall, the silhouette on the walls, soon three pairs of what seemed to be feathered wings sprouted from its back. The face soon had shadows cleared to show eyes and a mouth. The eyes of the shadow were stretched and the mouth was also very wide, the arch of the smile went from eye to eye.

The queen and the princess both could do nothing as they saw the shadow. The lighting soon returned to normal as Y/n turned to leave.

Over the next couple of weeks Alicent avoided her stepson like the plague, she could not get that image of them in the sept out of her mind. Everytime during meal time she prayed to the seven for their guidance and their blessing to set Y/n free of it. One night at supper, he heard her praying and leaned over to say something to her.

“You think the gods have been cruel to me?” He asked Alicent with a smile, the queen looked at him with confusion.

“Think again.” He drinks the wine from his goblet. “The gods have been cruel to you, not me.”

Y/n did not speak to her for the rest of the night, but Alicent on the other hand was even more scared than she had ever been in her life now. Is what he said true? Were the gods just cruel to her?

Y/n went on with his days as usual, until one day he saw someone new in court. A new man in court that somehow worked his way up in his father’s small council, when Y/n saw him for the first time he felt a sense of familiarity.

The male looked ethereal, like a true god that has fallen from the stars. He was tall, easily at least 6ft, blonde curly hair that shaped his face and fell around his neck and shoulders like a curtain, he had ocean blue eyes that seemed to pull him in.

The man looked too familiar to a certain someone from his dreams, the one whom he took the hand of years ago, the same hand that came from behind the tree, the one where the apple fell from. Y/n felt drawn to him at first glance, he saw the man during a small council meeting, when the council was done Y/n left fast.

Once he got back to his room, his face felt like it was burning. Deciding to get some fresh air he walked to the garden, but on the way he bumped into someone. Surprise, surprise it was the same lord that he was trying to get away from. Now that he thought about it, the lord in front of him looked too perfect, it was unnatural in a way, it was not human.

“My prince, I’m so sorry. I did not see you.” The unnamed lord held his hand out for the prince to take.

Deja Vu hit Y/n like a storm, the same hand, from the same dream, now he was sure something was wrong. He took the hand getting himself up to his feet again. “It is alright, I was just going for a walk.”

“Oh? May I join you?” The older one asked. “Of course.” Y/n could only accept the offer as he walked towards the garden again, this time with someone behind him.

Once they made it to the garden, Y/n wandered mindlessly. Until he decided to sit on one of the turf benches, the unnamed lord followed him and sat next to him.

“I have not introduced myself. I am Lord Gabriel of House Seraphthrone.” Gabriel said with a smile.

“House Seraphthrone? I have not heard of this house before? Where does it reside?” Y/n’s curiosity has now peaked.

“My house resides on the edge between the Riverlands where the Tullys are, and the north where the Starks live. But also somewhat close to where House Arryn resides.” Gabriel’s smile did not leave his face.

“Huh. I would like to see it sometime.”

They continued to talk as he escorted Y/n back to his room, but when they got there, Gabriel was hesitant to leave.

“What is it? Something wrong lord Gabriel?”

“Nothing. Just…this..” Gabriel’s hand went to the underside of Y/n’s chin, making him look at him.

“You really are beautiful..” Was all the lord said before he turned on his heels and left.

Y/n was left stunned with that, retreating back into his room and left to contemplate what in the seven hells he just went through. That was not the last time he would see Gabriel.

Throughout the next weeks and even months, Gabriel would continue to be in his company. At times, the lord would even bring the prince gifts and even new sets of robes and clothes for his wardrobe. Soon, the robes he wore of his own house were not only black and red, but also with the white robes from house Seraphthrone.

When the days went by, Y/n would continue to pray not knowing the god he prayed to was the one that hung around him all day. Slowly but surely, Y/n had begun to fall in love with the lord, and Gabriel knew this well.

Gabriel had deceived everyone within court, hell, even everyone in Westeros. No one said a single thing as his house had risen through many other houses, along with him working his way up in the King’s court. He deceived everyone’s weak minds, including the sweet prince that was so naive to pray to him when he whispered it into his ear for the first time.

But soon, he had to come clean about who he was. And when did, it was a reaction he did not expect. Y/n was practically overjoyed and hugged him tight.

“You’re the god I have been praying to? Then I guess I am one lucky dragon am I not?” Y/n said with a smile on his face.

On the inside, Gabriel now knew he had someone that could do his bidding no matter what, which means he could destroy House Targaryen from the inside. Little by little, Y/n did what was asked of him, slowly tearing the family more apart. It got to the point where he started to realize it, but what could he do now, nothing. He kind of liked it anyway.

When the blacks and the greens were very clearly divided, Y/n was on his sister’s side of course, but he also wished he was not part of this.

“Then you know what to do.” Was the only words Gabriel had said to him before leaving his chambers.

Taking heavy breaths as Y/n grabbed the dagger that sat on his nightstand, unsheathing the blade and gripping it within his hands. The dagger then went through his stomach, it was less pain than he thought it would be. And to mark the final blow, he slit his own throat.

Letting go of the weapon and as it dropped to the floor his eyes rolled to the back of his head, also falling to the floor as his blood pooled around him and under him. Taking one last breath as he closed his eyes. Gabriel then came into the room seeing the prince dead in his own blood, putting his cold hand on Y/n’s forehead as he muttered a spell. The ‘angel’ then disappeared into white mist, as the only thing left in the room was Y/n’s body that was slowly going cold and the weapon of his suicide.

Hours later, Rhaenyra went to check up on her brother only to let out a blood curdling scream. Guards and Daemon soon flocked to her side seeing the prince’s dead body, Daemon took his wife away as the guards took care of the body.

Daemon thought the greens had done it, well others say there was a traitor in the guards, very few said it was suicide. Deep down, Rhaenyra knew it was most likely suicide, no murderer would leave behind their weapon, and the dagger that they found next to him was one of the prince’s own.

The dance of the dragons would start, Rhaenyra would avenge both her son Lucerys and her brother. A son for a son, a brother for a brother.

Y/n’s spirit has been guided to a different realm, to a place that looked like heaven and paradise, but just slightly darker. This. Was Gabriel’s realm.

It allowed him to see what was going on below in Westeros, he watched the war rage on in rather amusement. He became a lover to the god he worshipped.

How sad. That everyone else had a bad ending, he had a good one.

God was indeed cruel, but not to him.

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3-2-whump · 2 months

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Whumpee Intro: The Auction Floor

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Thanks @dresden-syndrome for helping me bounce ideas off you! We talked about how pet stores display the fish in glass tanks, especially how some of the good stores display their betta fish in individual glass tanks. And I was like, "why not for pet whumpees?" Inspiration comes from the unlikeliest of places.

TW/CW: institutionalized slavery, pet whump, nonconsensual nudity (nonsexual), minor whump (at time of story), noncon body mod (briefly mentioned), light gore (briefly mentioned). I also have little to no idea how auctions like this would work, so I'm skipping over some details. Enjoy, regardless.

The boy backed up as far as his glass prison would allow, but the hungry eyes of the bidders outside never left him. He hoped and prayed nobody would buy him, but his hope diminished with every scrutinizing stare and comment muffled through the glass. He slumped into the corner of his cell and curled into a ball, ignoring the handlers’ threats they drilled into each prospective asset before the auction began. He shut his eyes and buried his head into his folded-up knees. If he was just boring enough to look at, maybe the people outside would move on and buy somebody else.

The floor was cold. The glass walls of his cell were cold. He was bare, completely naked in the empty glass container. The back of his left ear was itchy, but he made no move to scratch at it. If he interfered with the tattoo as it was healing, they promised to pull out his fingernails. It had already happened to one girl; he had seen it. He dug his nails into his shins until the unbearable itching subsided enough to ignore it once again.

The murmurs outside died down, accompanied by the sound of retreating footsteps. The boy dared to peek out from his hiding place. He locked eyes with a man standing right in front of his cell, staring at him with a glass of whiskey in hand. He was a big man, broad shouldered and solidly built underneath that crisply pressed suit. He was easily two heads taller than his father, and up until that point, the boy thought his father was pretty tall. The man had short, dirty-blonde hair and sharp, steel-gray eyes. His mouth was downturned into a frown, the only indication of what he may truly feel behind the blank expression he bore.

Two more men –presumably his friends- materialized alongside him, jovially poking at him and gesturing inside the boy’s cell. It was next to impossible to make out the words they were saying from within the cell, but the boy got a sinking feeling in his stomach. The whole time, the man’s eyes never left his.

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The auction part of the night had ended, their area of the black market had been closed off, and he (among many others) was retrieved from the glass box. The handler who fetched him threw him a pair of pants and a shirt. “Put those on, and follow me.”

So, I did get sold, the boy realized. He dressed quickly and followed the handler silently, dread weighing down each footstep. He mentally ran through the faces he dared to look at while he wondered who among the crowd had bought him. His mind circled back to the tall man with the scowl. Please, God, please, not him, he begged.

He stopped in his tracks when they came to the exit. The very same tall man turned around to meet him. The handler quietly disappeared from his side. Those steel eyes looked far colder and sharper up close. The boy averted his eyes, staring at his bare feet while keeping his hands folded in front of him.

“What’s your name, kid?”

The boy looked up briefly. Faint freckles danced across the man’s pale cheeks, and an old scar grazing across his left temple disappeared into his hairline. Those sharp steely eyes continued to flay him. He was so scared he nearly forgot his new owner had asked him a question. My name? He dropped his gaze back to his feet. “Khaled,” he all but whispered. “But you may call me whatever you want, sir,” he added, remembering the ‘correct’ answer.

The man above him murmured his name a couple times to himself as the boy stood ready to accept a new name, if his new master so wished it. “Luckily for you, I like your name,” he said decisively.

Before Khaled could breathe a sigh of relief, the man placed a broad hand on his shoulder. The boy tensed; his palm covered his whole shoulder blade. “Come with me, Khaled.” Not like he had a choice, when his master’s hand pushed him out the door into a future of unknowns and uncertainties.

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needybunnie · 11 months

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I should post something right? I hope the formatting is okay.

Here's the first chapter of one of my fics! Find the completed version on A03 and Wattpad

Summary: You are forced to marry Dragon Prince, Bakugou Katsuki, per your fathers dying wish. You try to do everything in your power to get closer to the rough blonde. But how can you when he's in love with someone else?

Warnings: cursing, violence, smut

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“You look beautiful.” Nejire said as she placed the silver tiara on your head and stepped back to admire her work.

You looked over in the mirror to examine your wedding dress. The powder white ball gown touched the floor. The beaded bodice fit your chest and abruptly flared out at the waist. The sweetheart neckline stopped right above your breasts and was embroidered by silver crystals. It attached to the sheer, floral off shoulder sleeves that hugged down your arms and ended at your wrists. The veil was light and tickled your shoulders.

“Thank you, Nejire.” You faked a smile and looked at the elven maid through the reflection of the mirror. You gripped tightly onto the bouquet in your hands. Your mother had insisted on a soft color to represent purity for the ceremony.

The ceremony. In just a few minutes, you would be married to Bakugou Katsuki. Prince of neighboring region, Deika. Prince of dragons.

You looked out the window as a wave of emotions washed over you. You knew this time would come eventually. With no brothers, it was your duty to marry to uphold the reputation of your kingdom. You never imagined it would be to him.

The country of Yuuei was full of different races. You and most of your kingdom were human. But among the country, there were fox people, elves -like your maid, Nejire-, witches, orcs and many others. And of course, dragon people. While Bakugou was human, he still had dragon blood in him. Not enough to use their power, but still deep within and enough to be allowed to be their ruler.

A light knock from a guard made you sigh. At the word of Nejire, he peeked his head in and spoke.

“It’s time, princess.”

Nejire looked at you and fluffed your veil. “Smile, princess. It’s a big day.” You said nothing as she led you to the hall of the ceremony. She bowed in front of your father and stood back.

Your father stood next to you. He was a tall man with silver hair and beard. Wrinkles littered his face, proof of his old age. He wore a black suit under his purple robe that followed behind him on the ground. Thin gold strung the white fur around his neck together and braided down his body. He held out his arm for you to take as he looked down at his treasured daughter.

“Are you nervous, dear?”

“Of course, father.” You answered. “To be married to a stranger was not on my list of things to do.”

He caught on to the bitterness of your voice and sighed.

“Forgive me.” He said. “I know this must be hard.”

“It’s okay. It’s for the kingdom.” You would do anything for your people. And after the incident 6 years ago, you knew one day you would have to step up.

“I only want you to be happy.”

“With the dragon prince!?” You loudly whispered. “You are not naive, father. You know of his reputation. It’s reached every corner of Yuuei.”

That’s right. Rumors of the dragon people were prevalent around the country. A city full of large men and women who hunted, drank and had nasty attitudes. At least that’s what you’ve read and heard.

“Do not judge a book by its cover, dear. Aren’t those your own words?”

Of course he would argue something like that. Your father had a habit of being too kind. But how could you stay calm with the gossip spread about the kingdom as soon as he arrived.

The bells rang before you could retort, so you closed your mouth as the music began to play. You looked down at the white carpet, nerves fluttering in your stomach. You raised your head slowly as large oak doors opened slowly to reveal you and your father.

The rays of the summer sun were cascading over your wedding dress through the windows of the large church room. The walls were a blinding white, covered with green foliage as gold chandeliers holding candles decorated the ceiling. Red roses tied by silver bows hung at the end of the white wedding benches on each aisle. A white carpet, littered with pink rose petals on the dark wooden floor led to the steps ascending to the wedding altar.

The seats were filled by all too familiar faces. Maids who worked around the castle sat in the front rows. Behind them were butlers and chefs. They dressed in suits and lavender dresses. The other rows were filled with various castle guests. You saw as some murmured nervously. Others cooed and lit with joy. The musicians sat to the left as they played the traditional wedding tune on string instruments.

Your eyes wandered over to your mother who was clothed in a velvet, purple dress that swept the floor with black embroidery around her neckline and waist. She had her hands clasped elegantly in front of her as she smiled at you fondly. Long Y/H/C hair reached the small of her back and framed her face beautifully. She wore a gold tiara with an amethyst stone in the middle.

You focused back in front of you. Piercing red eyes watched you. He was handsome no doubt. A strong jaw and tall build. With a bated breath, you took your first steps to your unavoidable future. Your steps were slow as the music played.

The blonde man, your soon to be husband, stood at the end of the white wedding rug. His bored eyes watched your every move as the nerves sunk deeper into your bones with every step. His face said it all. He didn’t love you. He didn’t even know you.

Obviously.

This wasn't a real wedding, constructed out of love. It was a business contract fabricated by two royal families that would gain something out of it. The arrangement was struck because of your father’s secret illness. He still looked strong on the outside, but only a few people knew that he was growing weaker by the day.

Now, your mother would be taking over as ruler. She will be the first woman in the country to be taking over the throne without plans to remarry. She loves your father too much to do so.That being said, she would be a target by others who would see her as weak. She wasn't. She could handle whoever dares to invade her kingdom. But still, you agreed when your soon to be husband's mother came to pursue an alliance and proposed intertwining your families. If there were to be a war in the future, you would be eachothers aid.

The only catch being that the children of the two families marry. That's you and the man with rough eyes named Bakugou. You agreed of course. Anything for the kingdom, even if it meant marrying someone you had never even met.

Whispers followed you down the aisle. Were they of joy or pity? You were too lost in your own thoughts to comprehend them. You didn't realize you made it to the altar until you were standing there. Your father released you and stood beside your mother. You looked at him bittersweetly then to your soon to be husband. The pastor smiled warmly at you as Bakugou looked spiteful.

He looked menacing. Like he hated this day the most in his life. You understand him. You were instructed by the priest to hold your hand out as the blonde put an expensive silver band around your ring finger. You felt numb as the pastor spoke. His words a distant sound as you stared at your ring with empty eyes.

You quickly repeated the vows Nejire taught you yesterday. As did he. When the words ‘I do.’ slipped between your lips, you knew your fate was sealed. It was too surreal.

“I do.” He repeated, His voice just as rough as his looks. The cold words matched his gaze. The short peck to your lips was your first kiss at 21 years old. It held no meaning. You pulled away and once again looked into his menacing eyes.

With that the wedding was over.

You walked together down the aisle as your parents and servants clapped politely. You felt sick to your stomach, but kept a bright smile. What was in store for you? Who even was this man now betrothed to you?

Who was the dragon prince, Bakugou Katsuki?

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Thank you~ If you enjoyed, come read the rest! I promise the writing gets better as it's my first fic.

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imongkoneho · 11 months

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𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂 | 𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐎𝐟 𝐑𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐤 𝐗 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐉𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤.

The Gods sat, some bored and some chatted amongst eachother. The God Father of Cosmos, Zeus, hosted a banquet out of poor boredom - or is it really?

The Gods: Odin, Thor and Loki sat in the same corner. Observing the others at the event. (Though Loki was getting bored, tapping his foot on the ground impatiently, like a child.) Poseidon seated, chin on his palm, a blank look on his face.

Lord Buddha was chewing on the cakes that servants offered. But even though, through their blank faces, they were all bored. Until, a soft, angelic voice boomed through the castle. Making all eyes wander to where it may come from.

At the edge of the world, listen carefully to the galaxy

世界のふちで銀河に耳を澄ませて

The words of the music flew gracefully into their ears. Like a spell, it made everyone at ease at how beautiful the voice is. Along with the song, a harp played on the background.

The strings beautifully played each tune creating the perfect melody. Enough to make the Gods mesmerized. Truly - it was angelic.

"Hm, finally. Some good fucking music." Loki smiled, clasping his hand together, speaking his mind. As both Odin and Thor glanced at him. "I agree." Huggin and Munnin both said in unison.

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[Y/N] was a guardian angel, though, she did not fight like the rest of the angels. In the past, she was kidnapped by humans and was sold to be a slave. Fortunately, Heracles: The God of Fortitude, Envoy of Justice, took [Y/N] from the evil humans and kept her.

She found great comfort in music, using her voice and harp she always carried with her. Currently, She had come with Heracles for a meeting between the Gods.

Since the angel found no use in participating in the meeting, she walked outside the Olympus Palace, and into the large garden of it. There were patches of flowers, all with different colors and kinds.

There were also statues of different Gods and angels, growing on them were leaves and moss. Though, it still gave it a beautiful design. The garden was beautiful, peaceful and a perfect place to play a melody.

"An angel?" A voice called, as the said angel looked at it. It was a woman, who wore a revealing indian outfit, long dark glittering sari and a crown with circles around it. She was gorgeous and wore a cute smile.

Along with two ladies behind her, she waved at the angel. "Hello, my name is Pravati, this is Durga and Kali." She introduced, "We're the wives of Shiva, the God of Destruction." The other lady said. "You are..?"

"...[Y/N]. I am with Lord Heracles." Said the angelic being, almost in a whisper. "You're adorable!" "Is that a harp? You were the one singing, you were really good!" "Can you play for us?"

[Y/N] spent her time with the wives of Shiva, Sharing stories, playing music and having fun. After, she bid her goodbyes and walked inside the Palace.

Turning to a hallway, the angel saw a tall and muscular build. Her face lit up and smiled to see that it was Heracles. She opened her mouth to talk to him but stopped to see that he was speaking with a few people.

The angel stopped walking and paused. "[Y/N]? I was looking for you. Come!" Heracles turned to look at the winged girl with a bright smile.

The men who was talking to him turned to look at the said girl. She looked down, embarrassment as she walked behind Heracles.

"Is this the Angel you were talking about?" A God asked Heracles, looking down at [Y/N]. The God was very tall and extremely muscular. He has blond hair and gray eyes. The angel glanced at him for a moment and assumed that he was Ares, a great man that Heracles often talks about.

Beside him was two other Gods, the other one was old and look like he was about to fly away if a small wind hit him. Zeus. The other was a handsome man dressed in a butler uniform, smirking and looking down at her. Hermes.

"She was the one singing." Ares said in recognition. "Ah yes, a talented one isn't she." Zeus responded, touching his beard.

She flinched at the eyes looking down at her. And averted her gaze down the floor. "Yes, this is [Y/N]. She'll be staying with me. You said you wouldn't mind." Heracles said, "We don't." Zeus said smiling, creepily. Hermes only hummed, agreeing in response.

".. It's a pleasure meeting you all. Lord Zeus, Hermes and Ares.." Said [Y/N], bowing slightly. "..Thank you for...letting me stay here." She said meekly.

"How polite..!" Hermes cover his mouth, very amused by this girl. His eyes glinting. "Haha, no need to be so formal. I couldn't care less!" Zeus' old body turned to move, his had raising and laughing.

His laughter echoed as he walked away. Ares and Hermes quickly followed after. Hermes, looked back at the angel to wink at her. "Did..did I do good..?" [Y/N] looked up at Heracles, who turned at her with a bright smile. "Yeah, I'm sure."

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The next day, Heracles informed [Y/N] that they're going to stay in the Palace for a while. So, to pass time, the angel walked in the garden again.

She strummed random strings on her harp out of boredom. Humming a tune. She approached a huge tree and sat under it.

Her eyes landed on a ladybug, it was still, not letting the breeze bother it, nor letting [Y/N] scare it. After a while, it raised it's wings to fly -

only to be crushed by a shoe.

The angel blinked, taken aback. "Ah-" "Hmm? Aren't you with Heracles?" A face suddenly leaned closely to [Y/N]'s face.

A pair of eyes with pupils slanted like that of a goat stared back at hers.

She leaned her head back while blushing slightly, to get away from him. ".. yes." She flinched as she felt a pair of hands fondling her wings. "How soft! Your wings are so adorable!"

She winced and touched his wrist. "..it hurts." She stared at him blankly, he paused. He sat down next of her, suddenly bursting in a fit of laughter.

"We haven't introduced ourselves have we? I am Loki, and you are?" He winked. He then layed down on the grass, resting his chin on his palm.

"...[Y/N] my lord." The angel smiled at the God. Her smile was bright, laced with pure thoughts and love. Truly - angelic. Loki stared at the girls smile. "Aw, you're adorable!" He pounced on [Y/N] squishing her cheeks. "Ow.."

----

After escaping Loki's grasp, the angel took a peek behind the pillar she had been hiding at, as she listened to Loki's cooing voice. "Oh little Angel, where could you be? You were so cute I could just squish you! Oh, and then see you squirm and writhe under my - I'm getting a head of myself!"

He said, covering his mouth and snickered mischievously. [Y/N] looked away, shivering and walked far away from the God, seeing a bush wall.

She paused and noticed that there is a hole. Big enough to fit her - though she might have problems with her wings getting caught, but if it's to get away from the crazed God, she'll do anything.

Her wings twitched, in response to Loki calling for her, his voice getting Lourder and closer by the second. Wasting no time, she crawled in the hole, wincing as she does so.

Successfully, she had reached the other side of wall bush and was sure that Loki would not find her. "Hmmm? I swore I just heard the little Angel here.." The said God's voice said, on the other side, and his footsteps continued to walk the other way.

Dusting the dirt and leaves off of her wings and body, she observed the place she was in now. It was all grass, no bush or flowers in sight. But when she turned around, there was a huge tree.

Curiosity got the best of the winged girl, so she walked closer to the tree. Upon walking up to it, there was a figure sitting down under the larger sapling.

In his mouth was a lollipop, and in his hands was a bowl of more sweets. The God, (she guessed) was a muscular man in a tank top with robes tied around his waist wrapping back to his hands.

He wore a pair of rectangular glasses, he has light green hair, black on the sides, tied backwards. [Y/N] stared at the God not knowing what to do and she certainly didn't want to go back and talk to Loki again.

"Staring is rude, y'know?"

Oh, she had been staring.

"Sorry." "S'alright." He glanced at the angel, at her face, down to her legs and lastly, her wings. He gestured for her to come closer, and [Y/N] did, out of reflex as she had always obeyed.

"Want some?" He offered his bowl of sweets. The angel looked down at the bowl and randomly picked a candy. It was a lollipop, shaped like a bunny - it was strawberry flavored.

He put down the bowl and continued staring at the sky, sucking on his lollipop without a care in the world. [Y/N] sat down beside him, unwrapping and eating her candy as well, sharing a peaceful silence.

"Suprised you found this place." The God said, breaking the silence. "... I was panicking, looking for somewhere to hide.." Replied [Y/N], muttering and she continued suckling on her treat.

The God glanced at her in amusement, the corners of his mouth rising. "Hiding?" "Yes." "From who?" "Lord Loki." He paused, blinking.

"I...am not surprised." He bit off his lollipop off the stick. "There goes another one.." [Y/N] then layed down the grass, staring at the leaves of the tree. Enjoying the company of the God she was next to.

-----

The angel walked down the halls of the palace, it was around noon, the sun shined brightly, filling the palace with light.

The girl stopped as she passed by a room. She walked backwards to see that the room was filled with instruments. But the one that caught her eye was a Violin. Beautifully placed in the center of the room, where the light coming from the windows glowed on it.

She looked around, not sure if it belonged to anyone. But - no one would know... and she will only use it for just a little while.

Her delicate fingers touched the violin, and lifted it up to her shoulders. Gracefully caressing the fine wood, she picked up the bow next to it. The angel took a breath, and played a tune.

After a while, she had forgotten that - she'll only play it for a short amount of time. But, music was so captivating, that she had no idea that she was playing it for a very long time and that - was there watching her.

A pair of hands clapped together, as she stopped moving her hands, and turned around. It was Hermes, Messenger of the Gods. "How enchanting, how long have you played the violin?"

He said with a glint in his eyes, his smirk growing with amusement. ".. I've only played it a few times. I'm sorry.." [Y/N] slowly put down the Violin.

"No, no. Don't be. I'm quite pleased that there is a fellow violinist in the palace. A good one at that." He winked. He held the violin, also touching [Y/N]s hand in the process.

The angel blushed at the contact, as Hermes smirked. Holding the bow, and his violin in his shoulder - he spoke: "Let me hear your voice, angel. Let us make music together."

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Idk if I should continue this - as the Record Of Ragnarok fandom is dying ;(

But let me know if I shouldd

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Under his mane (Part 7) // Tywin Lannister x Baratheon!Fem!Reader

”A Golden wedding for a golden pair”, someone whispered as the people watched the mighty Old Lion take the Gentle Doe into his arms as the music began to play.

The way their eyes never left each other’s, the way Tywin’s tall form lead them around the dance floor and the way the bride’s dress swayed in their steps was the epitome of a golden couple. Graceful, powerful and enigmatic.

”I feel like an animal in a cage with all these stares”, Y/n whispers as she feels the eyes boring holes into her. Tywin lets a small smirk cross his face.

”Let them stare. You are a Lannister now and-”

”A Lion does not concern himself with the opinions of a sheep”, the new Lady Lannister finishes gently for her husband. It felt surprisingly easy to be in Tywin’s arms in front of all the people. The time she had spent with him over the years was more than just enough for her to feel at ease with him.

And she knew he would be her strength and stay if needed, no matter his reputation or his own volatile thoughts of himself.

”Now now, my lady. You might be my wife now but one should still remain careful when laying in bed with a lion”, Tywin says face serious but voice teasing. She gives a slight smile at him and raises her brows.

”I would think it’s safer to lie with the lion rather than lie waiting for it to bounce on you”, she shrugs. Tywin raises his brows at her statement, making her blush as she realizes how her words must have sounded. ”That is how it is for all the women in this realm. Your father and your husband are the beasts that can protect you and give you the most power. But they also are the ones that have the power to take all of yours away in the eyes of the realm”

”Do you think I married you just to have you as a pet?”, Tywin scoffs tightening his hold on her, mindful of pulling on her hair.

”Do you think I would be a good pet , my lord?”, Y/n challenges him. Asking questions was more entertaining than answering them. If Tywin was in the mood to entertain her questions, she knew she would get entertaining answers.

”You may kneel to me in the safety of our bedroom but I would be an idiot to make you kneel in the council room” Tywin’s answer is softer than what she had ever expected. A gentle warmth blooms in her chest as she nods at his words. He was not a man who was intimidated by the idea of a council from women, he was a man who was irritated by the council of people who thought themselves smarter than they were.

She also cannot help but blush at the beginning of his answer. Oddly there was truth to that too. She wished to have a husband who she could kneel to if she so wished. Who she could give all of her vulnerability to when she needed to level her head.

She was always so in control and aware of herself, she needed someone who she could give that power to so she could rest for once.

As the music comes to halt, the pair turns to walk back to their table arm in arm.

”Grandfather! Aunt!”, sounds a cry from the King’s table. Sure enough the blonde boy king stood on his feet, a goblet in his hand and a nasty grin on his face. Y/n’s jaw tightens as she stares at the boy with fire, her hatred burning as strong as wild fire.

”The night is young but that’s when young lovers usually like to retire is it not?”, the King’s joke gains a couple of laughs of pity but those come to a quick silence as they see the look on the face of the Hand of the King.

Tywin licks at his teeth as he waits for his grandson to make another wrong comment. Another wrong comment and the King would be asleep for the rest of his life. If only he could snap that boy down to the deepest hell he was born from.

”It would be a shame for my Lady Aunt to not experience the appreciation of the men as you experienced the love of the ladies when you were first married, Grandfather.”, the King giggles as his mother and Uncle both look nervous at the way he is behaving, knowing full well what their father was capable of.

”Let the bedding begin!”

”Very well, let us not keep our YOUNG king awake longer than he should be”, Tywin sneers glaring at Joffrey sharply. The boy let’s out a little gulp and has the sensibility look away.

When the hollers of the men start, Y/n feels the urge to panic, all her memories flooding to her. But before any hand can be laid upon her, her husband is kneeling down, her feet are taken from under her and she thrown over a very high shoulder.

Tywin was carrying her to their bed chambers. Tywin Lannister was carrying her in front of all of the guests. The hollers die down at the sight. With a soft squeak she grabs onto the leather of Tywin’s coat. The absurdity of the situation almost causing her to laugh.

This was not an act to humiliate her, no. This was an act to dare anyone to hurt her and live with the consequences. She knew that the common people in the keep needed no warning. The servants and town’s people were rarely malicous when it came to people who treated them well. They were people who worked to live, they did not work to gain petty power.

The reminder was to the knights and Lords and Ladies. To the King and the Queen regent.

No one in the room dares to touch the pair as the husband carries his wife across the hall towards the tower of the hand. Tywin looks at the men around the room with the eyes of steel. Daring them to take a step closer.

No one moves until the couple is out of sight.

***

When the pair arrive to the steps leading to the Tower of the Hand, Tywin gently places Y/n back to the ground.

”I must say, you surprise me, my lord husband”, Y/n says with a soft mischievous smile. ”I never expected such show of strength from such an old man”

Her jest causes Tywin to let out a short laugh. ”My my wife, there are more than enough surprises to come”, he says jovially as they began ascending the steps. ”That boy needed a lesson, no one seems to be keeping the brat in check”, he says lowering his voice slightly.

”I used to think that boy needed some benefit of a doubt for his youth. I pitied him for how my brother treated him.

He is far too gone to be saved anymore, Margaery is his only chance for becoming a beloved King. But should she fail…I never want to see that fate fall on anyone”, the Doe says shaking her head slightly.

”And what say you of your remaining brother’s claim to the Throne?”, Tywin inquires laying a hand on the small of his new wife’s back.

A soothing or domineering gesture. In this case: Both

”In an ideal world birth right should not matter to who sits on the throne. In ours it makes it easier to choose who leads but do you truly think birth right gives anyone the quality to sit on a throne? Most people cleaning the sewers have more sensibility than us born in the great houses.

No matter what we claim, all we are fighting for is our own power. Marriages, wars, they are selfish deals for people of nobility, we just try to justify them to ourselves so we can keep living our status”, she near whispers the end as they arrive in front of the guards who immediately open the door for them.

Once they are let inside the chambers Tywin leads her to have a seat in front of a dresser. The bed chamber of the hand was everything that was to be expected, red and gold, and regal. Yet the things that laid inside spoke of a pragmatist living inside of it. The fishing rods and sets of knives laying on top of a chest were not the common sight for a bed chamber of a man in his boots.

Looking at each other through the looking glass, Tywin speaks lowly. ”Family is all that matters, family is what keeps on living. We are a family now. It is no longer my legacy or your legacy, it is our legacy that matters.

My children never learned that blood does not give you wisdom, tact or capability. If one doesn’t build their own legacy it will die down, no matter what the generations before us built”

While speaking he walks over to a pitcher and pours out two goblets of wine. Walking back and placing her goblet on the dresses he takes her chin into his hand and turns her to face him.

”You understand more than you should in the eyes of many, you fool many but you won’t fool me. You did not answer my question of Stannis which leads me to my answer. ”

”Do not hide things from me”, his tone turns dangerous at the end of his speech causing Y/n to gulp.

Gently pulling Tywin’s hand off of her face, she takes a sip of her wine and stands up, stepping right in front of her husband. ”I am at your mercy Tywin. Bare and scarred, as I have been since I was laid in front of you”, she admits looking down at her feet.

Gentle hands lift her crown of antlers off of her head, a sound of metal softly touching wood following the action. The feet of her husband disappear from in front of her as she feels his hands meticulously starting to untie the laces of her gown.

They stand in silence as he works on the lacings, soon helping her arms out of the sleeves. Leaving her only in her chemise and tubular bodice.

Offering her his arm, he guides her to step out of the dress and stand once again face to face with him. His hands cup the back of her neck as he brings their faces closer to each other before speaking ”I am a hardened man Y/n. I am a cruel man. But no mark will taint your skin apart from the marks of passion from this day on”

The low timbre of his voice causes a shiver to rise up the spine of the new Lady of the Casterly Rock causing her to let out an audible sigh. Never had she doubted how attractive Tywin Lannister was, no matter his age, he was still a handsome, authoritive man. A man who commanded attention without begging for it.

Staring into his green, gold flecked eyes, she softly leans up and kisses the edge of his mouth before lowering her forehead to rest against the side of his chin.

”Mark me then, bring me under you mane for good”, she whispers vulnerably.

Her request causes Tywin’s chest rise and his nostrils to flare.

I am no savage,

Tywin thinks, before his hand tangles itself into the hair of his new wife, pulls her face back, just to bring her back closer to lock their lips together with overwhelming desire.

Y/n can’t help the whimper that rises out of her mouth as Tywin bites on her lower lip, his other arm circling her whole back to hold her impossibly close. Raising her own arms she bring one of her hands to cup his cheek while the other finds itself on his shoulder blade.

”My Lord”, she moans as he pulls on her hair to get room to nibble on her neck, his scruff scratching her sensitive skin.

Tywin pulls back with a ferocious look in his eyes. ”There are plenty of Lords in Westeros but there is only one Tywin Lannister and my wife will only call on my name in the throes of pleasure”, he growls .

”Tywin”, his lady wife says softly looking up at him with wide glistening eyes. Once again, her husband bends his knees and her feet leave the floor. This time her legs end up around his waist and lips locked with his.

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Favorite Crime - Chapter 1

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: There will be eventual sexual explicit scenes and there will be violence and blood in most chapters

Author's note: This is my first chaptered fic so please be easy on me. I'll try to update as often as possible, but I can't promise a schedule. I don't have the whole thing planned yet but I know where I'm going.

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“Terrassen Senator Aedion Ashryver was officially nominated by the Democratic Party as their candidate for President of Erilea in the upcoming election against incumbent President Maeve Valg. Senator Ashryver is the nephew of President Galathynius who, as we all remember sadly, was assassinated by an unknown shooter in 2007. President Galathynius’s wife, Evalin Ashryver, and their 10-year-old daughter, Aelin, were also killed in the event. It remains one of the worst moments in the history of Erilea. In his speech earlier today, Senator Ashryver emphasized the importance of making Erilea a country where everyone feels safe again…”

Celaena took her turquoise eyes off the TV in front of her and downed the rest of her drink. She was looking for the bartender, she needed another drink, when a man sat down next to her and turned to face her.

“Hi beautiful,” he slurred out.

The man was old enough to be her father. His head, almost completely bald, was shining with sweat. He was looking at her with a salacious gaze, his eyes blurry from all the alcohol he had ingested. The man got closer to her and she could smell his breath reeking of cognac. He tried to grope her, and she was ready to tell him to fuck off and hit him in the balls when a strong hand grabbed the man’s arm.

“Leave her alone,” said a deep male voice in a menacing tone.

The creepy man tried to wriggle his arm out of his grip, but the other man wasn’t budging.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” he said, trying to sound threatening, but failing.

“I’m her boyfriend. I suggest you leave this bar and never try this again,” the man behind Celaena growled.

The disgusting old man took a step backward, almost tripping on his own feet. He grabbed his jacket and stumbled out of the bar with a frightened look.

Celaena turned to look at the man who had intervened. He was tall, taller than most people, and she could make out the muscles of his body through his fitted white shirt. He was looking with anger in the direction where the man had just left, his features harsh, but when he turned his deep green eyes towards her, his face softened.

“Are you okay?” he asked her.

“I had this under control. But thank you,” Celaena replied, squinting her eyes at the man in front of her.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself when I saw what was happening. I hate those kinds of men,” he explained, looking genuine.

Celaena nodded in understanding. She took in the man in front of her, his silver hair gleaming in the dim light of the bar. He was looking at her with curiosity in his eyes, like he was trying to figure her out. He cleared his throat.

“I’m Rowan,” he said, extending his hand.

“Lillian,” Celaena replied, looking up at him and shaking his large hand. She gave him a charming smile.

“Nice to meet you, Lillian,” he said, holding her hand a bit too long. He dropped it when he realized.

“Can I offer you a drink?” he asked her with a small smile. “As an apology,” he quickly added.

“I have to go, so maybe another time,” Celaena said.

She got closer to him, inhaling his scent of pine and snow, and whispered in his ear.

“I’ll see you around, Rowan.”

She flipped her golden blonde hair over her shoulder, knowing his eyes were on her. She left money on the bar for her drink and headed towards the door, looking back at Rowan, who was still sat on the stool at the bar with his gaze on her. She threw him a wink before leaving.

When she was outside, she smiled to herself.

…

When Celaena arrived at her apartment, she noticed a faint light beneath the door. She reached for the gun in her bag and listened for a few seconds. There weren’t any noise coming from inside. She switched the safety off and held her gun ready to fire. She unlocked the door quietly and, in one swift move, entered the place. There was someone sitting in her living room and she was aiming at their head, ready to shoot, when they turned around.

“Hello darling,” a voice she knew too well drawled.

She pulled down her gun, annoyed.

“I told you not to do this, Arobynn,” she said, putting her gun and her bag on the counter and removing her stilettos.

“Aren’t you happy to see me?” asked the auburn-haired man in a sarcastic tone.

“Not when you come into my apartment unannounced when I’m not there,” she replied curtly.

“Need I remind you who this apartment belongs to?” Arobynn said, his face passive, but his gray eyes filled with threat.

“I need to shower and go to bed. Did you need anything?” Celaena asked, impatient.

“Can’t I just come and see my favorite assassin for no reason?” he said with a smirk. “Tell me. How was your night, Celaena?”

“Fine,” she said, too tired to play this game.

“I told you to stay away from Whitethorn,” he said, not playing anymore. His eyes were gleaming with rage.

Celaena stopped in her tracks, composing her face, and looked at her boss.

“I just wanted to see what kind of man I’m going against with,” she replied, trying to keep her voice steady.

Arobynn stood up from his seat and walked up to her.

“You disobeyed me,” he said, his voice filled with violence.

Celaena didn’t see the slap coming, but she definitely felt it. She put her hand on her cheek where he had hit her, trying to contain her anger.

“You know what happens when you disobey me,” Arobynn told her. “Don’t do it again.”

Celaena didn’t say a word. She didn’t trust herself not to say something that would put her into more trouble. She gritted her teeth.

“But this isn’t why I’m here…” Arobynn said, his voice going back to normal in an instant. “I have a new target for you.”

Arobynn handed her a folder and she opened it, looking at the details inside thoughtfully.

“It must be done tonight,” he added in a firm tone.

She was about to protest, her bed was calling her, but she remembered who she was dealing with.

“It will be done,” she replied.

“Good,” he simply said before leaving as quietly as he had come in.

Celaena headed to the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. Her cheek was red and she probably would have a small bruise, but she had dealt with worse. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her anger, and went to her bedroom.

She unlocked the door to her walk-in closet with a magnetic card and walked inside. She strode past her designer clothes and accessories and went straight to the back. She grabbed a black outfit from the rack where dozens of the same dark clothes were hung.

When she was done changing, she turned around and looked at her stack of weapons. The whole wall was covered with guns, daggers and all kind of tools that helped her accomplish her missions. She grabbed her favorite dagger, holstering it around her thigh, and a gun in case anything went wrong. But nothing ever went wrong, she was the best and she knew it. Putting on her hood to hide her face, she went out into the night.

…

His phone started ringing loudly and Rowan woke up, cursing whoever was calling him. He looked at the clock. 5:30 am. He sighed and rubbed his eyes. He grabbed his phone and replied.

“Yes?”

“It’s Salavaterre. We need you on a crime scene.”

“It couldn’t wait until I got to the office in a few hours?” he complained.

“It’s her,” Lorcan said, and Rowan instantly sat up in his bed, now wide awake.

His boss didn’t need to specify who he was talking about.

“I’m on my way. Text me the address.”

Rowan got dressed quickly, grabbing his gun and his badge. Half an hour later, he was parking next to the address he had been sent. There were police cars all around the building. He showed his badge to a police officer and was let inside. The building he walked into was a luxurious one in the richer part of the town. He passed the empty reception and headed straight to the elevator. When he got to the eight floor, he was met with tons of people milling around. He spotted his boss and walked up to him.

“Follow me,” Lorcan simply said.

They passed under the yellow tape the police had put around the crime scene and stopped next to the body of man in his fifties. He had clearly been dead for a few hours. There was blood on the floor coming from where his throat had been slashed viciously.

“Who is he?” Rowan asked, examining the body.

“Erawan Perrington. He was a big-shot lawyer who tended to associate with the wrong kind of people.”

Rowan looked at the crime scene, taking in the details. There were no signs of fighting, the man probably had been taken by surprise and didn’t have the time to do anything before he was murdered. The slash in his throat was deep and straight, like the person who made it didn’t hesitate even for one second. He didn’t have to ask but he knew there would be no fingerprints or DNA anywhere, and that the lock would have been picked.

Rowan put on his gloves and picked up the small piece of paper next to the body. He knew this sign all too well, The Guild’s signature. He put it back where it had been and left without saying a word.

He got back in his car and drove to the FBI headquarters in Rifthold. When he entered the place, he gave a brief smile to the young man at the security who let him pass. He took the elevator the third floor and headed to his office.

He sat down at his desk, quickly opening the first drawer and picking up a thick file folder with “confidential” written in red capital letters on it. He opened it.

Alias: Celaena Sadorthien

Name: Unknown

Date of birth: Between 1990 and 2005

Sex: Female

Employment: Unknown

Address: Unknown

Affiliation: The Guild (see report TG274576)

Physical description: Unknown

Offense(s):

First degree murder of Archer Finn (see case AF588676)

First degree murder of Bill Chastain (see case BC648753)

First degree murder of Ned Clement (see case NC879479)

First degree murder of Cain King (see case CK7663563)

First degree murder of Grave Brown (see case GB789648)

First degree murder of Kaltain Rompier (see case KR783645)

And the list went on and on…

Rowan pinched the bridge of his nose and closed the file. He had been tasked with apprehending Rifthold’s most prominent assassin for six months now. Nobody knew anything about her, it was as if she was a ghost. But Rowan knew all too well how real she was and what she had done. This woman was violent psychopath with no remorse and a taste for blood. She was a threat to this city and to the country. He would find her and put her behind bars, no matter what it took.

…

Mayor Dorian Havilliard approached the podium set up in front of a group of journalists. He cleared his throat and leaned into the mic.

“I am here to address the recent murders that have happened in this city and the rise of criminality,” he started, quickly interrupted by an eager journalist at the front.

“Mr. Havilliard, do we know who is behind the murder of Attorney Perrington?”

Dorian took the time to look at his press assistant to see how much he was allowed to divulge to the public. He turned back to face the journalists.

“While I am not allowed to reveal any name, the FBI has a suspect in their sights. They are working very hard to apprehend this person,” he replied with a reassuring tone.

“Is anyone safe in Rifthold? What are you going to do about it?”

“This why I’m here today. The city is working hand in hand with FBI agents and the RHPD to make Rifthold safe again for everyone. I can guarantee you that it will be handled quickly and that the people who are guilty of those crimes will be arrested soon. You do not have to worry. We have the best people working on this. You can sleep soundly at night knowing our streets are protected,” he replied, giving everyone his best charming smile.

Every journalist started speaking at the same time. Dorian was quickly ushered out of the room. In the next room, councillor Chaol Westfall was waiting for him.

“Do you know if there are any new elements to the murder cases?” the mayor asked him, worry on his face.

“The FBI has a team headed by one of the best, special agent Salvaterre, who is working day and night to arrest the people behind it,” Chaol replied.

“Well, they need to be faster. It has been going on for too long. Everyone is on high alert every day and it won’t be long before citizens start panicking. There needs to be some order restored to this city. President Valg is putting a lot of pressure on me to work this out,” Dorian said with a long sigh.

“Dor, it will be okay. Like you said, we have the best people working on this. It’s not like you can go out there and catch those criminals yourself. You need to let the FBI do his job. And stop worrying so much, you don’t want to look like your father in 10 years,” Chaol said with a mischievous smile.

“Please don’t ever compare me to my father again, Chaol,” Dorian said, disgust in his face.

His friend laughed and patted Dorian on the back.

“Come on. We have a meeting in 15 minutes.”

…

“Wow, I wouldn’t want to be the one who pissed you off,” said Lysandra with a bright laugh, entering the gym in The Guild’s manor. Celaena didn’t live there anymore, but she liked to come to work out in peace.

Celaena gave one last punch to the punching bag she was pounding into and turned towards her friend.

“Who said someone pissed me off?” she asked, taking a sip from her water bottle and wiping the sweat off her forehead.

“The look on your face and the way you are demolishing that poor punching bag,” Lysandra replied, implacable.

Celaena ignored her and started training again. She loved kickboxing, it was her favorite way to clear her mind. And the fact that it kept her body in shape so she could feel sexy in her skin-tight outfits wasn’t a bad thing either.

“What happened to your face?” Lysandra asked suddenly, worry on her beautiful face.

“Nothing,” Celaena replied, kicking with all her strength.

“Did he hit you again?” Lysandra asked, disapproval in her tone.

Celaena didn’t reply, she just kept on offloading her anger on the punching bag. Lysandra knew her too well. And she knew how Arobynn was. Her friend had been on the receiving hand of their boss’ violence before.

“What did you do this time?” the dark-haired woman asked instead.

Celaena finally stopped and sat down on the bench next to her friend. She removed the wraps around her hands, ignoring her bloody knuckles.

“I went to see Whitethorn,” she finally replied. “I wanted to know what kind of man I was up against.”

If Lysandra was shocked by Celaena’s actions, she didn’t let it show.

“And?” her friend said, trying to get her to say more. “How is he?”

“He’s nothing special. Just another cop who thinks he’s better than me,” she simply said, ready to move on to another conversation.

But Lysandra wasn’t having it. She looked at Celaena with a playful smile on her face.

“I wouldn’t say he’s nothing special… I’ve seen pictures of him, that man is definitely something. A filthy cop he is, but he’s hot as hell.”

Celaena snorted at that.

“He’s not my type. I’m not into Government bootlickers who think they are holier than thou,” she deadpanned.

“If you say so…” Lysandra replied mischievously.

Celaena got up, she didn’t need to hear any more of her friend’s insinuations. She grabbed her things quickly, ready to leave.

“Arobynn wants to see you in his office,” Lysandra finally said.

“Alright. I’ll just get cleaned up and change first.”

“Don’t make him wait, you know how much he hates that,” her friend added before leaving.

Yes, she knew exactly how much Arobynn hated to wait. She wouldn’t make that mistake again.

...

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Low Expectations

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Reader is low on self esteem when she meets Bucky. Can he convince her that she's the one he wants?

Warning: swearing and a little angst. Almost Canon compliant

Notes: just a simple story. Might be a couple of chapters if anyone is interested. Much of the situations, people and dialogue are from my real life. The names have been changed to protect the innocent. Let me know what you think or if I should keep going.

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Y/N and her bff/roommate, Terri, were putting on the finishing touches before going out. "Terri, do we always have to go dancing? Once in a while I'd like to go somewhere that plays rock n roll, I'm full up on EDM and dance pop"

"Next time, I promise but I heard this club is supposed to be really good."

Y/N looked down on her tiny friend, being almost 6 feet herself "Good like great music or good like lots of hot guys?"

Terri smirked "Why not both?"

She sighed, maybe this place would be different. Every club or bar they went to all the guys flocked to Terri's side and she was practically ignored by everyone but the bartender. She didn't blame Terri, it wasn't her fault that she was a natural platinum blonde who tans like a freak and was a genius with make-up and clothes. Y/N on the other hand was tall, taller than a lot of men, curvy wearing a size 14 compared to Terri's size 2 and barely wore make-up. Life was too short to spend hours on your face.

It wasn't different. She sat at the table while guys lined up to dance with Terri. A couple bought Y/N drinks and tried to chat her up but it didn't take long for them to start asking about Terri. One guy that looked old enough to be her father but with his shirt unbuttoned and way too tight pants did ask her to dance but she couldn't bring herself to say yes.

After that she stopped agreeing to go out, claiming work or a headache or cramps or anything she could think of that might convince Terri to leave her out of it.

After a couple of months, Terri had enough.

"Y/N! I'm home now come on, we're going out tonite!" the door slammed as Terri walked in.

Y/N sighed "But Terri, I have a meeting in the morning and can't be out late drinking"

"No, no, no. You haven't left the house for anything but work in months. When is the last time you had a date or got laid? You'll never meet anyone like this." Terri scolded

Y/N shook her head "Like I'll find some meaningful connection at a bar. Geez, you sound like my aunt."

"Maybe but I'll bet your aunt has gotten laid more recently than you have" Terri teased

Y/N rolled her eyes, her aunt was a party girl who never grew out of it even in her 50's "Keep up that kind of talk and you'll turn me off of sex forever. Definitely for tonight"

"Oh no you don't. Freshen up and let's go."

"Fine but two drinks and I'm coming home. I really do have a meeting." Y/N smirked "and we better go somewhere that plays some rock."

At the club Terri picked up the first round and started looking around the room for potential victims. She stopped when she saw a good looking guy with a beautiful smile and gap between his front teeth and a brunette sitting together with her nemesis Tina Larson hanging all over the smile.

She nudged Y/N "Look at Tina, sleazing all over tall dark and handsome. I'll bet you the next round I can steal him away from her. I'll even direct the brunette towards you, his hair is kinda long, like you like."

Y/N's eyes got wide "Isn't that-?" Terri nodded.

Y/N shook her head "That's a sucker bet, no guy actually wants Tina Larson all over him and all of them want you. The brunette is cute but not my type."

Terri scoffed "He's totally your type! Why are you talking yourself out of it without even meeting him?"

Y/N shook her head "Because none of them even look at me when I'm with you. Remember last time? You had like 8 guys clamoring to get near you and a creepy senior citizen asked me to dance. Go get handsome but leave me out of your schemes."

She pulled out her phone to keep busy while Terri worked. She was distracted from her phone when Terri came back with TD&H and his friend. Smirking at Tina who was glaring daggers at Terri.

Terri sat on the smiles lap "Y/N, this is Sam and James, boys this is Y/N."

Y/N smiled "Nice to meet you"

They sat and talked for awhile before Y/N excused herself "Sorry but I have a meeting at work in the morning."

James stood and offered to walk her out "Could I get your number?"

She looked at him skeptically "It's ok, you don't have to. I know Terri is the goal."

He looked at her confused "What are you talking about?"

She shrugged "I know Terri is the one you guys always want. Being nice to me helps but sleeping with me is a big no no. She's a bit of a slut but won't touch you if you hook up with me first. Friend rules."

James shook his head "I'm not interested in Terri, she's not my type. I like talking to you."

She laughed "She's not your type? That's a new one. Look, you're cute and probably awesome in bed but I'm not interested in a pity fuck. I always hate myself in the morning."

He looked at her oddly "Did I do something to offend you?"

"No, I just know how things go. You can have my number but you won't call." She smiled sadly at him. "See you around"

James smiled "Yeah, I'm definitely gonna call."

A few nights later Y/N got home from work exhausted and raging from hormones, cramps and the creeps at work. She ate dinner then ate an edible and settled down with her heating pad to read in her room when Terri poked her head in "You sure you don't want to come? Maybe tonite is your night"

Y/N laughed "Sorry but I'm comfortable here and my cramps finally calmed down. Go have fun for the both of us."

Awhile after Terri left, her phone rang. Y/N didn't recognize the number so let it go to voicemail. Then she got a text

It's Bucky , we met the other night. I did enjoy talking to you and would like to do it again if you'll have me

Bucky?

Sorry, it's James, Bucky is my nickname

She laughed, he was the first guy to even bother trying to contact her in ages. The phone rang again, she answered

"Hello?"

"Hi, Y/N. This is James. We met the other night."

She was still laughing "I'm impressed that you called but I'm uh, med-i-ca-ted" she made air quotes that he obviously couldn't see "so not sure how interesting I can be"

He smiled "I have a feeling you are pretty entertaining when medicated"

"It's not my fault. I have vicious cramps and cannabis is better than opiates. OTC meds don't work." She explained matter of factly.

James blushed, glad that she couldn't see him and stammered a little "Oh. I see. I'm sorry you have to deal with that."

"It's not your fault, just life. Plus I had a shit day at work. Some of the men I work with are real cunts. You're not a cunt are you James?"

"No, I mean I try not to be."

She yawned "That's not very convincing. Are you sure?"

His brain scrambled for a way to convince her. "What if I prove it? I'll make you laugh. A cunt wouldn't make you laugh"

Y/N giggled "Probably not on purpose. So prove it."

He started

"Three pregnant women were sitting in an ob/gyn office talking about becoming mothers and speculating on the sex of their babies.

-The first one said 'I got pregnant with my husband on top, in a manly position so we are going to have a boy'

-The second one smiled 'My husband and I were in a womanly position with me on top so I'll bet we have a girl'

-The third one burst into tears and when the others asked her what's wrong she bawled out 'We're having puppies!'"

Y/N laughed out loud and James thought it was beautiful. "So what do you say?"

When she finally stopped laughing enough to speak she replied "Ok, that wasn't bad, you might not be a cunt. I guess you can call me again but I'm about to crash right now. Bye James"

"G'nite Y/N" James sighed softly as she hung up.

The next few days they spent most evenings on the phone getting to know each other. She was trying to fight it but could feel herself falling for him. She was afraid of having her heart broken. Again. But she couldn't help herself. He was so sweet. And funny. She really wanted him to be for real but still had her doubts.

After 2 weeks James was finally able to convince Y/N to go on a date with him.

She told him about a diner she had discovered when she first moved in with Terri. "It looks awful but it's clean and the food is perfection. We used to save up change and share a plate of fries and a shake once a month. When we were too broke to go out. Now we go for important milestones and celebrations. The bacon-avocado-cheddar burger is orgasmic. Seriously."

James laughed "Wow, how could I possibly say no to orgasmic. Meet you there at 7 on Friday?"

"Sounds like a plan. I'll see you Friday. But now I have to get some sleep. G'nite James."

"G'nite, Y/N"

On Friday morning Y/N fussed over her clothes and make-up a little more than she usually would on casual Friday, even letting Terri do her make-up after promising to keep it light. She wore black jeans with a purple peasant style blouse and black booties. She left her hair down and added some dangly earrings.

When she was finished, Terri stood back and whistled at her "I'd totally do you" and they both giggled.

By the end of the day Y/N was wound up from excitement and too much coffee. Her work friend Sheila was trying to get a group to go for happy hour but Y/N begged off, whispering "I have a date"

Sheila squealed "Ohmygod, tell me!!

Y/N shook her head "Nope. I don't want to jinx it. You'll just have to wait till next week."

Sheila winked "Have fun and don't do anything I wouldn't do?"

Y/N laughed "That leaves pretty much everything open but I don't want to get ahead of myself. See you on Monday."

When Y/N made it to the diner she was already 10 minutes late and her date wasn't there. She sighed but tried to stay hopeful and sent him a text. No response after 20 more minutes so she texted him again, hoping he was ok, and headed home. She tried not to cry but was really disappointed. She really thought he might be for real but a better offer must have come along.

Bucky was on a plane with Sam heading out to deal with the remnants of the Flag Smashers. He kept checking his phone, shaking his head and swearing. He knew Y/N would think he stood her up but he couldn't get a signal. He was really looking forward to seeing her again and hoped she would forgive him when he got home.

Sam just watched and shook him head "You alright over there, Robocop? Need some help with your phone?"

"No, I was supposed to meet someone for dinner tonight and I can't get a signal to call her"

Sams eyebrows went up "Her? Did you find yourself a girl Barnes?"

Bucky blushed "No. I don't know. maybe. Remember when we met Terri and her friend Y/N?" Sam nodded. "Well, Y\N and I have been talking a lot since then. She's kind of insecure, I guess Terri always gets all the attention when they are together and I don't want her to think I stood her up but I can't get a fuckin signal."

"I'm sure she'll understand if you explain when you get back"

Bucky shook his head "But then I'll have to tell her who I am. I don't want to scare her away."

Sam chuckled "Since Terri knew who I am I'm pretty sure your girl does too. Since she has been talking to you since that night I think you'll be alright."

Bucky paled "Are you sure? Fuck! I gotta find a way to call her."

Sam tried to calm him "Look, give me her address and I'll have Torres send some flowers after he drops us."

"I don't have her address. I haven't seen her since that first night and we were meeting at the diner tonite. I finally meet someone who seems real and everything blows up. This is the universe telling me something, I-"

Sam patted him on the shoulder "Don't be a drama queen, man. It's just a hiccup. You'll explain when we get back." He flashed a shit eating grin "So she's pretty cute right? I remember she was almost as tall as you. What's she like?"

Bucky smiled "She's sweet and smart and funny in a silly but sarcastic way." His eyes glassed over as he thought about her.

When Sam told him it was time to go he cleared his head to focus on the mission and tried not to think too much about her.

Chapter 2

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #james bucky barnes #james bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #low expectations

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watanabes-cum-dump · 10 months

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Big Brother

Synopsis: Lee reflects on his experience as an older brother, both to Murray and the Gray Ravens.

Note: Basically Gray Raven found family + Murray.

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I am five when my brother is born.

He’s so small, so fragile, and so loud. But I want to protect him, because mother loves him, and I will too. I will be good for her, and good for him. Father is nowhere to be found, but it’s alright. Me and my brother can be the men in mom’s life.

I am six when he starts to walk, Murray stumbles around grasping at toys with his chubby little hands. He can’t go to school yet, so I still walk alone, but he will join me in a few years. He loves the little robot I made out of pipe cleaners and cardboard, he loves it more than the stuffed cat mom bought for him. She laughs, saying that maybe she should just keep the cat.

Next thing I know, I was nine and my mother is dead. The Punishing virus, of course.

I don’t cry when they burn her body. Because I have to take care of my brother now. Murray can cry because I will comfort him, I will dry his tears. If I cry, who will dry my tears?

It’s not that bad when mom dies. A children’s home takes us in. We still have a roof over our heads, and I can still take care of Murray. He’s alright, making his own toys out of pipe cleaners and cardboard. I’m alright too, because I started to learn about robotics. I’m going to make the best robot for him, so that he’ll always have a friend.

I am ten when Murray is diagnosed with a heart condition. He’s more fragile than ever, launching into coughing fits whenever he exerts himself too much. The medicine is expensive, I dry up mother’s savings to pay for it. I feel bad, because mother said that we could use it to get a bigger place and get better food. But I don’t mind the children’s home, I didn’t mind out tiny apartment either. Not when Murray is with me.

I am twelve when I realise just how much I miss mom. I miss her voice, her touch. I don’t want to have to take care of Murray all the time. Why should I raise him when I’m just a kid? I have school, I want to have friends to hang out with but I have a younger brother who’s always sick. He’s a burden, but one that I am willing to shoulder.

I am still twelve when I get my first job. The pay is low but the old lady running the shop is nice anyways. She gets it, she wants to help me. Her mom died too when she was young, she knows what it’s like. I am too young to work, but the Punishing virus has left the world broken beyond repair. Age just determines your value in the workforce now.

I am thirteen when I forget my mother’s face. I’ve seen so many come in and out of the shop, in and out of the children’s home. Only Murray’s face stays with me. He looks like me but not really. His eyes are bigger, and his lip are thinner. But anyone could tell we were brothers. Morian who is thin but tall with blond hair and blue eyes, and Murray, who is also rather tall for his age with the same hair and eyes as me.

Someone once told me I look like my mother. I am not sure, I don’t remember her.

I am sixteen when me and Murray move out of the children’s home. It’s a small apartment, just like the one I grew up in, but it’s not that same. It’s a shoddy studio with a leaky kitchen sink and the bathroom door doesn’t close all the way. But we make it home. I hang some posters up, and once the bed is messed up and the blinds are crooked, it’s our new home.

I am seventeen when I start doing mercenary work. It’s dangerous, but it pays well enough that maybe I can finally pay for Murray’s heart surgery. I found I’m quite a good shot, though I wish I could just tinker with little robots all day. I don’t like the job, but eventually, I don’t feel anything about it. It’s a means of survival, in this world where death’s shadow never truly leaves, it’s all I can do.

I am not Morian when I work, when I work I am Lee. A blue demon with two pistols and sharp eyes. Lee is cold and efficient, Morian is a warm older brother. Lee is a lone wolf, Morian is always with his family. I think that way I never felt all that bad about the job. Separating myself from Lee made me feel lighter, as if I was just a normal boy. As normal as a boy could be in a post apocalyptic world I suppose.

I am eighteen when I find a way to save Murray. This is it, this is all I’ve ever wanted. A ticket to Babylonia, a ticket to safety and security, and all I have to do is give up my body to Kurono.

So I do.

My heart goes to Murray, finally he has his heart surgery. The rest of my body goes to the wastes. Am I still Morian? Or am I just Lee now? Can Lee be human? I wasn’t sure, it made me uneasy for a while. The idea that I was only Lee now, that I was only the soldier. I could never go back to being an older brother, I could never go back to that little apartment, and I could never remember my mother.

I never turn nineteen.

I am eighteen forever. I am an adult technically but I never really feel like one.

Murray turns nineteen.

Then he turns twenty.

I am younger than my little brother now.

But I still love him the same. I still ask him how he is, I still tease him occasionally and I watch him grow. It’s scary to think that now, there is a possibility that I will be alive when he is not. Or that I could die and leave him alone. That’s what scares me the most, so I try to come back from my missions alive.

I do a bit of a double take when he calls me Morian. He knows I’ve been going by Lee but, to him I’m still Morian. His older brother. I do not know if Morian is still alive, truthfully. Have I replaced him? Is it just Lee now?

Eventually, I left Kurono and joined Babylonia’s task force. My new teammates are Lucia, a veteran soldier who still has the charm of a teenage girl, and Liv, a sweet young medic. They’re both younger than me, which was a bit jarring at first. Liv is sixteen, what has she already seen? And Lucia, how long has she been a construct? Where is her family?

Our leader, the commandant, is an accomplished one. The valedictorian of their class at Faust military academy, and an ace shot. I think they’re just as good as me. The Gray Ravens become my new home in no time.

I would never turn down Liv’s request to help her in her training, and I remain… supportive, of Lucia’s attempts at cooking. They’ve become dear to me, and even the commandant stays close. I know most commandants don’t usually get this close or even think of the constructs in their squads as human, but they do. And it makes me feel like Morian again.

Eventually, I realise that Lee and Morian are one in the same. Sometimes Morian is violent and cold, and sometimes, Lee is soft and welcoming.

HQ is nothing like that rundown apartment, the couch is soft in the commons, and the sink works just fine. There are no blinds to speak of, the sky remains starry at all times of the day. It is always well lit, and it’s always the right temperature. I even have a place to make whatever contraptions my heart desires, and I have the means to repair my clothes.

It’s not that rundown apartment, but it has the same feeling. It feels like home.

Home is wherever my family is. Yes, Gray Raven is my family. I am the oldest, I will dry their tears and help them anyway I can. I am the Gray Ravens older brother, and I have two younger sisters who will never cry, never feel hopeless because I am here for them.

Soon enough, I realise that they will dry my tears too. They will help me, they will take care of me. Because that’s what family does.

I am still eighteen, despite the years that have passed since my reconstruction surgery. But in my mind, I am still a kid. I still get pouty and commandant pokes fun at me for it. I will never truly grow up, I will be stuck in this limbo forever and I will only become even younger than Murray.

I know he works for Kurono now. I know he’s doing shady things, just as I did for him once. I don’t care, I still love him. Because I know he would still love me in spite of the dirt I’ve trudged through. We are both brothers and sinners.

I think he could be a commandant in all honesty, but I think he’s still a little fragile for it. No matter, he makes good money in Kurono, and we even get to hang out sometimes. It should be the other way around, I should be treating my little brother to cool exhibits and arcades. In another timeline, maybe I am.

In another timeline, maybe Lucia, Liv and the commandant are friends from school. In that timeline, maybe mom is still alive and me and Murray can play video games and build little robots together. Maybe dad is there, whoever he is.

In that timeline and in this one, I am their older brother.

I am still eighteen, I always will be. Whether I am the Palefire or the Entropy, I remain eighteen forever, and I remain their big brother.

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The Way You See Me

~2360 words. Roxas/Naminé. Royalty AU. Meet Cute, Romance, Fluff. Includes Portrait Sitting and Fancy Balls. POV Roxas. Written for @rokunamizine. Leftover sales are now open: https://rokunamizine.bigcartel.com/

Summary: Prince Roxas is due to sit for another royal portrait to add to the collection lining the castle walls, but the pretty, charming young lady named Naminé is not at all who he expected to be the artist.

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Knowing from birth that you’re gonna be king someday really puts pressure on a guy.

Ruling is a great responsibility, his father always said. He would know, being king himself. Which meant Roxas had to prepare to be king from the time he could walk. And he got the importance of being ready to rule, but there was just so much he had to learn. It made the extra court stuff seem really unnecessary. Like what his mother the queen was pushing him to do now.

“Do I really need another royal portrait?” he said, eyeing the nineteen other ones lining the walls of the room. Surely he didn’t look that different from last year, right? Same spiky blond hair, same serious face, same bored haughty look. No smiling allowed because it didn’t give off a regal enough air, apparently.

“Yes,” his mother responded matter-of-factly. She lifted up two different types of flowers, white lilies and blue roses, and he pointed to the roses. “It’s been a year, Roxas, and you still aren't married. We can use this year’s portrait to advertise the masquerade ball.”

“Getting married just isn’t that big of a priority right now,” he muttered. “I have to focus on my training to be king.”

“Yes, but you will need a wife eventually. It’s not something you can put off forever.” She held up a yellow ribbon and a pink one, and he pointed to the yellow ribbon and sighed deeply. This was a conversation that popped up more and more often, but he really didn’t want to think about it.

“When am I supposed to sit for my portrait?” he finally asked, because he knew fighting his mother on this was pointless. Especially when she was on a roll with the ball preparations. Planning events like this really put her in her element, especially ones that involved her beloved son.

“This afternoon,” she replied. “Don’t worry, I’ve already had the servants clear your schedule.” She turned to one of them, a tall, lanky woman with impeccably-styled hair. “Thank you, Alexandra, for arranging that.”

He sighed deeply. His mother was nothing if not efficient, and the staff adored her for treating them like family. He really could take a page out of her book.

The rest of the morning passed without incident, then lunch, and then it was back to the portrait room to meet the artist. Roxas was expecting an older guy with white hair and glasses perched on his nose, someone who had been painting longer than Roxas had been alive. There’d been a few men and women like that who’d painted him over the years, masters at their craft who were impossibly old. Who would it be this time? Sir Hokusai? Lady Cassatt? Sir Jacques-Louis David?

His eyes flickered to the portrait from last year, still hanging proudly on the wall. He was seated on his stallion Hengroen, about to ride into battle. Something he’d never actually done but what he’d been training all his life for. Sir David had painted that one. Maybe it would be Sir Hokusai this year.

There was a hesitant knock. “Come in,” he called, and a moment later, the door creaked open.

He wasn’t prepared for the beauty that floated into the room. Her golden hair cascaded down her shoulder, her blue and yellow dress was simple but elegant, and in her hands she held a sketchpad, pencils, and paints.

Wait, she was the artist? She wasn’t who Roxas had been expecting at all!

“Are you gonna be painting me?” he said, then winced at how stupid the question was. What else would she be doing here?

She just smiled shyly and nodded. “I am. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Prince Roxas,” she said with a bow. “My name is Naminé. I may be young, but I do have the necessary credentials.” She shuffled through her things. “Here.”

She handed Roxas her certificate of training. Apprentice artists always worked with master artists for seven years before they had a shot at becoming full artists. Then it was another seven years before they could apply for master status themselves. Her certificate indicated she’d just become a full artist this year.

She was around his age, then. A lot of apprentices went into their trades at thirteen or fourteen.

“My master couldn’t be here today,” she said, “so he asked me to come in his stead to make the initial sketches and paintings. Rest assured, I will do my very best on your portrait.”

“I have no doubt about your abilities,” Roxas said as he handed the certificate back. “You have top scores from one of the best painters in the kingdom.”

She ducked her head. “Your Highness knows the reputation of my master and even knows how to read my certification in detail?”

“It’s important I know what the lives of my future subjects are like. I want to rule them fairly when I’m king.”

She looked up, and he found himself getting lost in her eyes. He’d never seen anything like them before. Soft violet with an intensity that took his breath away.

“Yes, of course,” she said. “My apologies, Your Highness, I’ve never been around royalty before, and I’m a little flustered. But it’s an honor to be here, and—”

“Trust me, the honor is all mine.”

Her face flushed and she looked away. “Your Highness isn’t just well-educated; he’s very charming, too.”

“I don’t know about that. And you can drop the ‘Your Highness.’ Just…Call me Roxas, okay?”

Her eyes went wide. “But—”

“Please, Naminé. I promise you won’t get in trouble.”

She relaxed. “Okay.”

Roxas smiled and decided to lighten the mood further. “But enough about me, my mother wants her royal portrait, and she’s gonna get it.” He chuckled darkly. “If you think I’m charming, multiply it by ten and you’ve got an idea of how good she is at getting her way.” He thought for a moment, then added, “She always uses her powers for good though. Always to help other people, never herself.”

Naminé smiled as she set out her art supplies on a nearby table. “It sounds like you really admire her.” She selected a pencil from her repertoire like a conductor preparing to direct an orchestra. “Any requests for your portrait?”

“Please, just don’t ask me to make a stoic face like this,” he demonstrated with an exaggerated frown and stiff upper lip, making her giggle, “or make me sit in an awkward pose for hours on end like this,” he gestured, positioning himself like was sitting on horseback.

“I promise I won’t. Sounds like you’ve had to do a lot of poses other people wanted. Tell me, Roxas, what would you like?”

He thought for a moment. No one had ever really asked him that before. “Paint me the way you see me,” he finally said.

“The way I see you?” she asked, tilting her head.

“The way you see me. Not as a future king or a prince or anything like that. No, paint me like I’m a person you’d feel comfortable talking to.” He hesitated, then added, “Paint me through your eyes.”

She nodded. “Okay.”

Usually, when Roxas had to sit for his portraits for hours on end, he got bored. But watching Naminé draw was mesmerizing. The initial part of the portrait process involved a lot of sketches, and she worked like a magician wielding her wand. She asked him questions about his life, his interests, his hobbies, what made him laugh and smile. And he asked her about herself too, about what it was like to be an apprentice and grow up in the castle town.

Really, he was glad for the excuse to get to know her better, even if it was just for this portrait.

By the time she was done for the day’s session, she’d completed several sketches. As she packed up her tools, he asked, “You’ll be here again tomorrow, right?”

She smiled. “Yes, Roxas. I’ll see you then.”

The next few weeks went by like this, and seeing her was the highlight of his day. He couldn’t wait to talk to her, laugh with her, smile at her. When at last they reached the sessions where she started painting him, she kept the canvas hidden from him.

“I want you to be surprised,” she explained, a twinkle in her eye.

He just sighed and gazed happily at her. He would’ve done anything she asked of him.

A few more weeks of this passed until one morning, Roxas strode into the portrait room expecting to find Naminé, but instead he found the finished portrait. A light blanket was draped over it, and on the blanket was a note.

Here’s your portrait, Roxas. I hope you like it! I’m sorry I couldn’t be here in person to show you, but I’ve been called away on another assignment. Please send word to my master if there are any changes you’d like.

As he removed the blanket with shaking fingers, his mouth dropped open. This was the best portrait anyone had ever painted of him. Naminé had a masterful sense of light and color, and her brushstrokes were bold and fluid. But that wasn’t what caught his attention or made his heart race. It was how she’d painted him that took his breath away. The delight in his eyes, the smile on his face, the faint blush dusting his cheeks…Was this how she saw him?

Was this how he looked at her?

He wasn’t sure how long he’d been staring at the painting when his mother entered the room.

“I knew I made the right choice in requesting a young lady,” she said, beaming. She wrapped an arm around him and squeezed his shoulder. “This portrait is fantastic. It’ll be perfect for the invitations to the ball.”

He searched her eyes. “Wait, you requested Naminé?”

“Not Naminé in particular, but a young lady, yes. I figured it was about time we got a different perspective.” She looked at the portrait again and grinned. “I’d say you’re quite taken with her, and she with you.”

Roxas gulped. Was it possible Naminé liked him too? Well, only one way to find out.

“I want to invite her to the ball.”

His mother’s eyebrows shot up. “She’s an artisan, not of noble blood.”

“I don’t care. I want to see her again.”

His mother studied him for a few moments, then laughed and ruffled his hair. “You’re as stubborn as your father,” she said, her voice full of affection. “I can see you have your heart set on this girl. Alright, we’ll invite all the eligible young maidens in the kingdom so she can come too.”

The night of the ball, Roxas couldn’t calm the fluttery feeling in his stomach. Would Naminé come? He wanted to see her again, more than anything.

As he paced the halls waiting for the guests to arrive, his mother laughed and put a hand on his shoulder. “Roxas, calm down. She’ll be here.”

“And in the meantime,” his father added, “remember you are a host and must entertain all your guests.”

“Right,” Roxas said, fiddling with his eagle mask. As much as he wanted to focus on Naminé completely, he had his duties to attend to. As the guests trickled in, he did his best to compliment everyone’s costumes. But he couldn’t help but search for the person he most wanted to see. Even when he was dancing with the other young ladies, he couldn’t help but dream of dancing with Naminé.

But as the hours went by, he began to lose hope. Maybe he’d just imagined the way she smiled at him. Maybe she was just doing her job and he’d read too much into things. Maybe it was foolish to wish she’d come just to see him.

Just as he was about to give up, however, there was a great stirring at the top of the balcony. Everyone turned to look at what the commotion was about, and Roxas’s heart pounded and his mouth went dry.

Naminé was there, wearing a dress so shimmering and beautiful she looked like an angel. Her golden hair drifted down her shoulders in gentle waves, glitter adorned her face in the shape of a mask, and gossamer wings extended from her back. He removed his mask so he could more easily see her…and so she could see him. Their eyes met, and when she smiled, he knew he would be happy to look at her and her alone for the rest of his life. As he strode to her and she glided to him, all his carefully-planned words fled his mind.

When at last they’d reached each other, she smiled shyly. “We meet again. Sorry I’m late. My costume took a bit longer to finish than I was expecting.”

He cleared his throat, the heat creeping up his cheeks as he tried to get his brain to form coherent thoughts. “Um, you look…you look…really beautiful.” Her smile got bigger, and now he really couldn’t think clearly anymore. “Your costume is amazing,” he heard himself say, the words tumbling out of his mouth before he could stop them. “I could never make something like it, er, I mean, I can only imagine how much time and effort it took you to make it.” He cringed over how much he was fumbling, but at least he remembered his manners well enough to add, “Thank you for coming.”

She blushed and ducked her head. “Thank you for asking, I’m honored to be here. Though I must admit, I was a little surprised when I got the invitation.”

“Why? The moment I saw the finished portrait, I knew I had to ask.”

“I just painted you the way I see you, that’s all.”

"You’re too modest.” Roxas smiled and offered his hand. “You’ve shown them the way you see me. Now I want to show them the way I see you. Please, may I have this dance?”

Her lips parted and her eyes went wide, then she smiled and took his hand.

“Yes.”

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A/N: A big, big thank you to everyone who made RokuNami zine possible! I really enjoyed modding the project and working with you all, it was wonderful seeing all the love and passion for RokuNami ❤️ And thank you to everyone who bought the zine and supported the charity RedRover ❤️

Also, thank you to @scoobysnack1107 and @angel-with-a-pipette for reading over the story for me and offering feedback and suggestions ❤️

And a big thank you to @ao-kagi for collaborating with me and drawing the beautiful banner art 🥺 ❤️ It captures Roxas and Naminé’s playful joy and instant chemistry so well, and I really enjoyed working with you ❤️ I love the costume designs you chose as well and then the brushes you used for the textures, it all looks fantastic!

Last but not least, thank you all for reading! I had a lot of fun with this one, especially with the references to famous artists (all I want now is to see a ridiculous portrait of Roxas riding a horse a la Napoleon Crossing The Alps lol). And then the ballroom scene at the end was inspired by Cinderella 2015 and Ever After, those entrance scenes are so magical, and I hope to have captured a little of that magic.

Thank you again everyone!

#kingdom hearts #rokunamizine #rokunami #roxas #namine #naminé #namixas #phoenix writes #phoenix-downer #ao-kagi #kh fanfiction #rokunami fanfiction #long post

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Teenage Mutant Power Rangers

First posted: August 12, 2018

Focuses on: Bruce Wayne et al

Favorite bookmark: "wdym this isn't dc canon"

Tier: Decently middle of the road, higher up in overall metrics than I expected, for sure.

This is my "behind the scenes" series where I indulge myself horribly by annotating my fics. Link to the fic itself above. Thoughts below the cut.

The BatFam week prompt was "time travel." Not my favorite thing to deal with, but I had fun writing this one.

I love writing new-to-vigilantism baby Bruce. He's so horribly emotastic and optimistic all at the same time. He has no clue what he's doing but thinks he does. He's so twenty-something.

More than anything, though, Bruce regretted how rough the aftermath was going to be on Alfred. He knew the old butler saw him as a son, and no father should have to identify their child’s corpse.

Another fun thing about writing baby Bruce is lacing in the casual zingers. They don't hit him, but they hit readers dead on if you do them right. :3

Bruce’s head whipped around to stare into the masked face of a green-hooded figure.

Figuring out how to color code everyone was a nightmare. This family is over-reliant on red and black.

“What, kill me? Wrong-o, B. I’m not the one with mortality issues. You had a fifty-fifty shot and you whiffed.”

Love me some zingers.

The boy cut open the tear in Bruce’s suit, stabbed what felt like a local anesthetic into the meat of Bruce’s shoulder, and began inspecting his bullet wound.

I believe at this time it was more common to assign Tim the medical role, so that's what I did here. Funny, the microtrends that surge in fandom.

He watched as a lithe, hooded figure with a swimmer’s build dropped next to the gang’s lieutenant, graceful and silent as a cat, and swept the legs out from under the brawler, who dropped like a stone. In quick succession, two more hooded fighters appeared out of the shadows as if they had been born from them, a broad-shouldered mountain of a man and a slender figure with suspiciously feminine hips.

Trying to describe everyone when 1) their faces and identifying features are all covered and 2) Bruce has no idea who they are was, again, a nightmare.

For a while, Bruce thought there was only the four he had seen, but then he noticed the men that disappeared into the darker corners of the alley and never reemerged. Once, he managed to spot the pair of hands that reached out and pulled a man in, as fast and as deadly as a goblin shark’s jaws.

As a general rule, it's always best to make Cass the scariest, no matter what. Also, if you're reading this and haven't looked up videos of a goblin shark, do.

“Seriously, he’s what? Twenty-five? Bet he’s still got all his original teeth, too.” Bruce opened his mouth to snarl that of course he had all his original teeth, what kind of monster children were they and where were their parents, when a shadow split off from the rest and touched his shoulder.

Baby Bruce is so so so out of his depth and it's a delight.

And though the teen hadn’t catalogued Bruce’s busted knee, they were able to catch Bruce when he took a step and crumpled. A chorus of knowing groans rose. “Your knee? C’mon, B, you should’ve said,” the teen—Red? he had a green hood, that didn’t make sense—said. “He’s Batman-ing,” the blonde said. “Totally Batman-ing,” the tall man—Hood? or were they all Hood?—agreed. Bruce blinked as the man tucked his chin into his neck and growled, “I’m invincible. I bleed justice. My bones are made of truth and the American way.” “Don’t be ridiculous, Hood,” sniffed the boy. “That sounds more like Su—” “Ah, ah, ah!” the slender man interrupted as the shadow clapped its hands over the boy’s mouth. “Ixnay on the Ooper-say. You know the rules. Wibbly-wobbly, butterfly wings, et cetera, and we’ve screwed up enough.”

I delight myself, retroactively. They know exactly how he is and love him in spite of it, but no way will they pass up a chance to rag him for it. Also, yes, their names are stupid. But also, I think I was inspired by Loki mocking Captain America here, and I'm not ashamed of that. But also Lion King with the pig latin.

But when the others merely stood and looked at him, he sighed, and suddenly Bruce was lifted off his feet into a bridal carry. Bruce sucked in a sharp breath as the move jostled his ribs, then settled. The hold was surprisingly comfortable, and, in his addled state, made him feel fancy.

Pinkies up.

I hope everyone enjoyed each kid's final words to Bruce, because they were all very deliberate. Did you catch them? But also please note that I figured out Damian's first and wrote everyone else's just to get to that one.

They're rainbow color-coded ninja fighters and it's the late 80s, early 90s. Of course Bruce's closest frame of reference is the Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers (with a side of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.)

#fanfic bts brain dump

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Code Blue - Ch. 11 "The Truth Shall Set You Free"

Summary: Josie is busted. Lee stands by the blonde beauty he adores. An oceanside joy ride ensues. Stories are told. An interrogation ends badly. An overdue truth is revealed ending a short lived moment.

*Warnings* Language, Angst, Mentions of death

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Chapter characters: Lee, Josie, Gerry,

Salem, Massachusetts

February 22, 2023

"Gerry?? What the hell are you doing here?! Did you fucking follow me??"

Your tone was just an octave above pissed off as you stood at Lee's side glaring down the 6'2, 46 year old blue eyed detective.

"Nice to see you too babe. You can only run for so long until I find you. Three weeks Josie, really? I've let your statement slide considering the loss you have suffered but now I am just running out of patience. I've got the D.A and the commissioner on my back for giving you special treatment because of our history and all you have been doing is shacking up with the reputable Dr. Pace."

Lee was instantly set off, first by the fact that this stranger rudely called you babe, and second, for his blunt implications.

"I'm sorry, do I know you?" Lee snidely said as he firmly took a step forward.

"I do believe I already introduced myself as detective Butler...but let me formally introduce myself. I am Josie's ex-fiance' but just call me Gerry like she does."

He then turned to you. "And....to answer your question sweetheart, I'm a cop. It's not that difficult to find out who you're doing...sorry, I mean what you're doing. Now that we've got all the nooks and crannies filled in, I need your ass down to the station. Now. Don't make me get the cuffs out. I like to save those for the bedroom."

Gerard Butler, whom everyone called Gerry, not just you, was indeed your ex. He was the Scottish half brother of your Irish half brother Bo Brady, also a cop, who died a few years ago. Bo and Gerry shared a father and you and Bo shared a mother. Quite a confusing tale that you did not want to think about at this time but would explain to Lee later on, because you knew he was going to want to know allllll about Gerry now. Jealous both men obviously were but unlike Lee, Gerry had an ego. You were in love with Gerry once, but as people say, you never love one person the same way you love another, and you were finding that out now with Lee, for he did things to you that you never deemed possible...Needless to say, your relationship of two years with the tall, dark and beefy Gerry failed for obvious reasons. Gerry was a cop. Jason was in the mob. That was like mixing fire with gasoline.....and then there was the elephant on the porch that stood between you and Gerry....he had cheated on you.

Lee was burning with rage. "Cop or not, who the hell are you to speak to her like that?!" he reeled as his nose flared.

"Lee...it's alright." you assured him as you stood with your hands gently placed upon his chest. "I can handle him."

Gerry grinned from ear to ear. "Yes, you can, that's for sure. Now come on cupcake. It's time to go....and don't think you're going to lose my tail, because I will be following you there. Chop chop!"

Gerry turned in a cavalier manner and strolled out to his black Ford F-150 Super Crew and leaned on it, lighting up a cigarette and blowing donut holes.

You rolled your eyes and took Lee's hand, drawing him inside as you slammed the now windowless door shut.

"I can explain..."

"Jo...you don't owe me any explanations."

"Lee....I think we are far past that now. Yes...I do."

"Fair enough. You can tell me then, on the way downtown."

Your head tilted at him.

"What? You think I'm going to just let you go be interrogated by that creep without me? Besides, you promised me a ride in your car, did you not? I'm ready to blast that bad to the bone stereo system to release my newly pent up emotions of wanting to kick his ass."

His grin was so wickedly hot.....and him turning into some guard dog wanting to protect you just proved he was something authentic...any doubts you ever had of him were gone with the wind and you never wanted to let him go.

"Alright." you giggled. "But...driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole."

"Ohhhh, that is so not fair. You said I could drive sometime."

Now his grin was adorably pathetic....and you knew what you were about to tell him would not stick.

"I did...but that sometime is not today." you flirtatiously teased.

You were right, Lee got his way....you let this gorgeous man drive your car after you swore it would not be today. It had to be the fact that he fit perfectly in your driver seat, like it was made for him...a seat you had never let anyone even sit in, ever... let alone drive...but you had let Lee sit in it once before...the first time you went to his house. He had looked like a kid in a candy store so, this time, you caved and let him have some joy for once since the past three weeks he had been through nothing but pure hell. You could almost feel the green glare from Gerry in your side mirror.

The way Lee propped his left arm over the wheel and laid his right arm over the back of your seat, turning to smile at you, sent an out of the blue rush through your core. Could a man ever look so damn good in a pair of sunglasses? Lee sure did and although all you could see was your reflection in them, you could feel his baby blues cutting right through them, delving deep into your soul. No one had ever looked at you like he did...and honestly, you had never looked at anyone the way you did at him either.

The drive would be at least 45 minutes as you told Lee to purposely take the longest route just to piss Gerry off.....so Lee happily obliged and took they highway that ran along the bay. It was all perfect. The windows down, the Atlantic ocean view and it's salt water smell blowing inside the car. You then did something, and waited for Lee's reaction. Popping in your "High N Dry" Def Leppard cd, you turned it to the song he referenced you to in his letter. Lady Strange.

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His glance at you verified to him that you had read his letter, but he already suspected it since you had came to see him shortly after he had given it to Amy. Neither of you had fully talked about it yet, but you planned on doing so. There was a lot left unsaid but for the most part, the most important areas were addressed and would gladly do for now....and all his actions today spoke louder than words anyways. The way he protected you and not Elizabeth when the the windows blew out, him falling to his knees, crying in your lap....the dance and almost kiss...all still had you reeling. You had finally felt safe with someone, your heart included.

As the song blared, he began to sing it, and kept glancing at you with a grin while doing so. If you were so bold, you would climb over top of him right now, for he was driving you crazy with desire.....but you weren't that bold. The lost kiss still lingered about your aching lips, wondering what it would be like to feel his heart shaped pucker pressed against you, whether it was your lips or any other parts of your anatomy. That thought right there sent shockwaves through your intimate regions. Another Def Leppard song came to mind in that moment. Have you ever needed someone so bad....yes...yes you did. It wasn't just about sex though. When it came to Lee, you wanted the whole kit n kaboodle, you wanted all of him, something Gerry had deprived you of.

The song ended and you turned off the player because Lee had become quiet, lost in thought...and you were willing to bet it was about Gerry.

"So...as promised, I will tell you about Gerry...that's if you really want to know."

"Jo, if I have made you feel that you need to, I am sorry. I meant what I said, it's none of my business."

"But...I think that it is. Yes, we were engaged. I have had other relationships but the longest was with him, two years. I thought he was different, but to make that part short and sweet, he wasn't. Gerry cheated on me....and the person he did it with only made it that much more unforgiveable. My sister, Megan...the one who sent you those photos and lied about me and Orlando. She was always after any man I would show interest in and it's the number one reason I cannot stand her among many other reasons."

After mentioning Orlando, you suddenly remembered you were supposed to go to dinner with him tonight. Now what were you going to do? If you had received Lee's letter sooner, you never would have accepted. How were you going to tell Lee? You knew you had to at some point, but you continued on with your tale of Gerry.

"We were already having problems because of Jason. I'm not sure if you are aware, but Jason was in organized crime, which is another reason Gerry wants my statement so damn bad about the explosion. And then there was was the death of my half brother Bo, three years ago on Thanksgiving."

"God, Jo, I am so sorry. I didn't know you had another brother....and to have lost two of them now...Jo...I...you don't have to do this..."

"It's ok Lee....I...I don't talk about him. It's too painful...but I will with you. I trust you. He had a brain tumor that he hid from everyone until it was too late. God, I never understood why. He was only 48 and had a wife, a son and a daughter. Thanksgiving day, he collapsed and later died that night. I bet you could have saved him."

You began to lightly sob. Lee removed his arm from the back of your seat and took your hand into his.

"If I had had the opportunity, I would have done everything in my power to help him. I'm so sorry sweetheart."

His words, his touch...gave you the strength to continue.

"I know you would have. Bo was as stubborn and hard headed as they came....and he was damn good detective. Things were hard for him too with Jason with being his brother....and then there was Gerry, Bo's best friend and partner....and...also his brother. Yeah...so...he and Gerry share a father, a notorious Greek tycoon who was and is in crime up to his ears, so Bo and Gerry's relationship with him was pretty rocky. Victor Kiriakis, you may have heard of him. Lives in that secluded enormous mansion on the bay. Bo and Gerry are just a few of his many offspring. The man certainly had his way with the ladies, including my mother which resulted in Bo, the oldest of us remaining three. She was young and hadn't met my father yet...As far as Gerry, his mother lives in Scotland. When Gerry was in his early twenties, he found out about Bo and came here to find him. None of us knew about Gerry, not even Victor. Gerry's mother, Margaret Butler, strangely another Margaret like my mom, Margaret Brady March, had finally told him after the man he knew as his father, had died. Bo and Gerry became inseparable and Gerry eventually moved here. Bo's death brought me and Gerry closer together and then things just kinda happened and eventually, he asked me to marry him a year ago. I accepted and then soon found out what he did and I ended it. So there ya have it."

Lee squeezed your hand. "Jo...I am so sorry for all that you have been through and I thank you for trusting me with such a personal and sensitive matter. Your brother sounds like he was a really great guy. Wish I could have known him and even tried to help him....and I am really sorry for what Gerry did to you. I cannot even understand that, how any man could ever want another over someone like you."

Lee realized what he had said and pulled his hand away from yours with a look of shame upon his face.

"Lee? what's the matter?"

"I'm a hypocrite, that's what. Jo...that girl you found me with. I swear to god I didn't sleep with her. I know I already told you this but I am not sure if you believe me and I can understand why. I didn't want her and I know you probably believe otherwise after what you walked in on, but I swear Jo, I would never had gone through with it, even if you hadn't showed up. My mind, my heart...it was not and is not with her..."

"You mean Jess."

"Yeah...how..did.."

"I went to high school with her. A slut then, a slut still."

You took his hand back. "Lee...I believe you and let's not talk about her ever again ok?" you smiled and he nodded.

The rest of the drive there, the music played as you and Lee talked about normal things while your hand remained locked inside his. You couldn't bring yourself to ruin this moment by telling him about your pre-planned date with his best friend, which you were now inclined to terminate, but how was the question. You didn't want to hurt Orlando, for he had been nothing but good to you and there for you when you needed him.

Lee pulled into the parking garage, followed by Gerry. You went to get out but Lee wouldn't let go of your hand.

"Wait." he smiled and got out, trotting around the car and then opened your door. "My lady." he grinned, waving his hand down in front of him and bowing.

"Oh my god Lee, stop." you laughed and got out.

Gerry slammed his door and came marching over to the two of you, looking you up and down.

"You kiddin me?" is all he said as he was pissed off that you had taken the long way there...which is what you were hoping for.

He took a step forward and Lee dauntlessly placed two fingertips on Gerry's chest.

"Back off." he lionheartedly commanded.

Both men were a lot of boy, but Lee stood three inches taller than Gerry and peered down at him fearlessly. Gerry was far from intimidated and now even more pissed off as he stared down at Lee's hand, then brought his focus back to you.

"You wanna call your pit bull off before I take him to the pound and have him out down?" Gerry snapped with sarcasm.

"Gerry, shut the hell up."

"I'd like to see you try." Lee snarled as he lowered his hand but didn't move or take his eyes off the witty detective.

Gerry removed his sunglasses and pursed his lips.

"Ok...stop...both of you!"

You took Lee's hand and tugged at it, making him look at you.

"He's not worth it. Come one, let's go get this over with."

"Oh hold up there sunshine. The tenacious doctor here isn't going anywhere with you. You can tie him to a leash in the lobby while I take your statement."

"What if I want to stay?" Lee adamantly retorted.

"Wow, he seriously needs some training Josie. Where'd you find this one? On some street corner rooting through the trash? You always did have a soft spot for strays." Gerry also retorted.

"I took you in didn't I, the stray brother from Scotland? He comes with me or no statement. End of story Gerry."

Your words stunned and stung Gerry.

You did instantly feel bad for saying what you did, but you weren't going to let him belittle Lee like that. As Lee had defended you, you were going to defend him also.

"Yep...fine. Let's get this the fuck over with. After you." Gerry barked and waited for you both to go.

You and Lee both sat down beside each other on a couch in Gerry's office that was the size of an entire living area. He was the big wig around there aside from Commissioner Hernandez, who was in a relationship with Bo's widow, you're sister in law and also a detective, Hope. You had wished she could have taken this case but she was on leave visiting her daughter Ciara in another state who had just had a baby. Bo's son Shawn was also on the force but he went with his mom to meet his new nephew. So Gerry got stuck with you, and you knew he was more than thrilled to do it. He still pined for you and had tried so hard to win you back after what he had done, but you just couldn't forgive him or trust him anymore.

Gerry walked in and folded his arms over his chest.

"Alright...tell me everything about the day of February 1st, 2023."

You took in a breath and sighed it out heavily as you closed your eyes.

"Hey...Jo..." Lee took your hand and sweetly smiled at you. "Just breathe."

It was the same thing Lee had told you in the hospital that day and he knew you would remember. You took in another breath, released it softly and then smiled back at him. He was your rock. There was no way you could relive that horror without him.

You began your tale, but tweaked it some, because what you knew could put you six feet under like Jason, which is the entire reason you avoided this all together. Jason had taught you well on how to get around the police and Gerry knew it, which was part of the issues you and he had in your past relationship with him.

"I...I went to meet Jason for lunch at the Floating Rib down at pier 55." Tweak one, you left out the part of you meeting with him just 4 hours earlier and how he spoke about his funeral arrangements. "It was about 2 pm. We were there about one and a half hours. After we were finished eating, I left. As soon as I walked out the door, the entire place.....exploded...and I woke up on the ground with EMT's tending to me. I was able to get up and I didn't see Jason anywhere. I panicked and tried to run back inside but some firemen stopped me...and then I collapsed and woke up in the ER. They treated my arm which had been cut, did a bunch of tests and then released me. That's it..."

"That's it? Like hell Josie. You and Jason were as tight as my asshole and I know when you're hiding things as well as I know every mole on your body. If this was all there was to it, you wouldn't have eluded me all this time. What did you both talk about? How was Jason's demeanor? What did you have to eat?" Gerry harshly grilled.

"Hey, take it easy on her! She's been through a lot!" Lee snapped.

"You seriously need a muzzle. This is my job and she's not being forthcoming with me. Now answer the questions Josie."

"Ok seriously? Jason and I talked about life. We hadn't been spending much time together. He seemed fine and I had a shrimp basket and he had a plate of ribs and a baked potato...with butter and sour cream..oh and I had an iced tea with a fucking lemon. Can I go now? I don't want to talk about this anymore. There's nothing more to tell Gerry.""

"Yes there is. You said you went to go back inside? Did you see anything, or anyone unusual before or after the explosion? You said you left before Jason, what was he doing?"

Tweak number two. "No...nothing...or no one. Jason went to use the bathroom."

But when you had walked out to leave, you saw a man all dressed in black looking at a cell phone... a man you recognized as Julian Jerome, a member of one of the crime families. He had told you that you better be moving along.

He hit a button on his phone and bolted. Two seconds later the place blew up.

The Jerome's were major rivals with Jason's mob boss, Sonny Corinthos. You had tried to turn and scream for Jason, but it all happened too fast.

You felt your chest constricting and broke down, throwing your hands over your face while Lee rubbed your back.

You knew Jason was the victim of a mob hit, and you also knew that he knew it was going to happen soon. He had actually been on his phone frequently throughout your luncheon and seemed on edge. He didn't finish his meal and told you he needed to go take care of something and would see you soon. You didn't question him because you knew he was always like that, taking off at Sonny's beck and call. Jason hugged you and then said he was going to the restroom, and told you to go wait in the car, which he was quite adamant about but not enough to alert you to danger...and that never clicked with you until after it all happened. He knew there was a bomb and whomever he was texting, had warned him....at least that's what you believed.

"Alright, this is enough. Look how upset she is. Are you satisfied now?" Lee angrily snapped.

"Oh, I'll be satisfied when she tell me the WHOLE truth and I am about losing my patience with the both of you. You're forgetting about how much I know Jason Morgan's dealings and this? This was no accident, it was a fucking bomb and people are dead, one of them being your brother Josie! Do you not want the people responsible to be brought to justice??! Julian already got his karma...and you could have been killed too! So stop protecting your brother because he's gone!"

Now you were really bawling. Gerry was an all out blatant guy, he had to be in his line of work...but he was never like this with you. You knew it was because Lee was there and he could see how happy he made you.

"Stop! Please make it stop...I can't do this...I wanna leave. Lee please, get me out of here."

Lee put his arm around you and pulled you against him.

"Are you finally fucking satisfied detective?!" Lee shouted. "You're a real piece of work. Let's go Jo."

Lee helped you up and escorted you out as Gerry watched in remorse. He never meant to break you like that but he felt it was the only way to get you to be honest...and he failed miserably.

All the way back to Lee's, you stared out the window, still and silent as he drove. He wanted to pull you over to him and hold you so bad but he didn't want to push anything on you. Lee knew what Gerry did hurt you really bad and you just needed some space to work through it on your own.

Lee pulled into his driveway, shut the car off and sat for a moment, not knowing what to do or say.

You wanted to tell him the entire truth that you hid from Gerry and everyone else, but you couldn't...you wouldn't put him in any danger because of you. The less he knew, the better. Julian Jerome had wound up swimming with the fishes shortly after the explosion and you knew it was Sonny's doing, and this was all something you did not want Lee involved in. You couldn't live with yourself if something happened to him because of you.

You both went inside where you knew you then would have to tell Lee about Orlando, as it was 3 pm and Dr. Bloom was supposed to pick you up in three hours.

Lee stood at the closet and took his shirt off, revealing the navy blue tee underneath that he was wearing earlier.

"Hey, go relax on the couch while I clean up the glass and secure the windows. God knows I am never going to get this house fixed now. I'll order us some food in a bit if you'd like? Maybe watch some movies?"

His smile was so beautiful, yet devastating to you because you were about to take it away.

"Lee...I...I have to tell you something. But..I swear I'll fix it."

"Tell me what Jo? If it's about Gerry, you do not need to do that. You've endured enough today with him and you have already told me everything didn't you? Come...stay with me and chill out for awhile. I love spending time with you. For the most part, today was really nice. Maybe I'm a bit selfish, but I just don't want you to leave."

Fuck! How were you going to do this? Rip out the little shreds of happiness he had left, happiness that you brought him. You didn't want to leave either. Cuddling with him on the couch is all you wanted to do and hopefully pick up where you left off with that almost kiss.

"Lee...please. Just let me get this out. I don't want to keep anything from you.... if I don't have to."

You had to thrown that last little bit in since you couldn't tell him the full story on that day with Jason.

"Ok? what is it Jo?" he asked as his smile faded. He could tell it was something serious.

"Just know that...if I had known...if I had received your letter sooner....ugh damn it! Lee....Orlando...he asked me out for dinner tonight and I had accepted."

There, you just blurted it out and watched Lee remove his shoes and look at you with an addled stare.

His response was not what you expected. You figured he'd at least try to talk you out of it...or something.

"Oh...well...then you should go." he flatly said.

"Wait...what? Lee, no. I want to tell him I can't go."

"No...don't do that. I've always known he was sweet on you. I know him better than anyone does. It's not your fault that I didn't get to you in time. You committed to a date, so you should go."

"But, that's exactly it. I committed to it without knowing anything. Lee...when I met you in the hospital...I tried to talk to you again. I asked Orlando to tell you I wanted to speak with you but he later told me you had already left. I wanted to..."

"Wait...you asked to see me? when exactly?"

"The next day, just a few hours before I was released that morning. Why?"

"What time?"

"What time? why does that matter?"

"Jo...please. Just humor me. What time was it?"

"Ok...I...I don't know, I believe it was around 6 am. I later left about 9."

"That son of a ..." Lee mumbled and turned away.

"Lee? what...what is going on?"

"Jo...I didn't leave the hospital until 8 am. Orlando had came into my office fifteen minutes before I left...and he never said a word about you....and now...after all this time...he still has said nothing about that."

"Lee, I am sure he just forgot. He had no idea we even knew each other then....well I mean, he knew that we had met but...I don't know...that morning, some bitch of a nurse was giving him a hard time about his handwriting and..."

"Jesus...so it was you he told me about...that got upset at the nurse."

"Told you about?"

"Yes, here...the night he came over to help with the house...the night before you came over the next day to check on me. He fucking knew all that time who you were and said nothing about you asking for me....and he knew when I told him about...I sat right there in the kitchen and told him of a patient I met...he knew who...he fucking knew."

"Lee, calm down. He knew when you told him about what?"

"You Jo...I was talking to him about you. I didn't mention your name...Look, when he got here, he smelled your perfume. It was all over my shirt from the day before when you had helped me up off of the floor...so then he started grilling me about having a woman here....and he caught on in the continued conversation from my discreetness that it was you, but the little shit never said a word....and still didn't when he later saw you here. Now it all makes sense."

"Lee...I'm sure it wasn't intentional?"

"Jo, did you not just hear a thing I said? The hell it wasn't intentional. He had interest in you and he picked up on the fact that I did too at some point. Most likely when you had asked for me when I wasn't your doctor. He didn't forget Jo...and what's his excuse after all this time huh? And now he has asked you out. Common sense right there."

"Ok...so, what if you're right. Is it that much of a big deal? I told you I will cancel it because I would like to stay here with you."

"No Jo...you already told him you would go....and for you to accept...you must have some interest in him? And now...you're defending him too after knowing what I told you, which verifies that interest. You're right, it's no big deal. We had a moment, but like you, I have had too many bad moments to let another one happen. Just go Jo. You don't want to be late."

Lee walked to the front door and opened it, waiting for you to do as he told you.

You stared at him for a moment and then just sighed out a sarcastic breath in disbelief as you walked onto the porch and turned to look at him.

"Really Lee? After everything, you're gonna pull the noble asshole card?"

He was speechless as he gazed at you with furrowed brows and his mouth slightly hung open.

"I wanted to be here tonight. After all the bullshit today, I just wanted to be here with you...and I wanted to be honest with you, so I told you about Orlando...and I was willing to cancel that so I could be with YOU because for the first time in forever, I had actually felt safe and happy around someone...that someone being you...but that was just not good enough for you was it? We've both been through some shitty relationships obviously, with cheating partners, but I'm not Elizabeth Lee! I have had my own walls up just like you and I swore that no one would ever break through them...and then...I let my guard down and let you in...Maybe I was wrong about you...trusting you and all, because you're obviously too far gone to see what the fuck is right in front of you."

Your words rocked him to his core.

You marched down the steps and then spun back around.

"I"ll go out with your best friend, but only because you told me to, and you can sit here all alone knowing I could have been here, right where I wanted to be! But you're too damn petulant....or better yet...you're what you said you were...your own worst enemy."

You ran to your car and sped off. Lee stood on the porch watching you leave as he recalled that day he told you that, standing at your car in his driveway listening to that song.

What did he just do, he asked himself...and WHY? He had the most precious thing right in his grasp and he let it slip right out of his hands. He knew why...and he admitted it to himself in that moment. He was scared...scared to death..... because he knew he was truly, madly, deeply and irrevocably in love with you.

"You think the shadow of doubt is hanging over my head, it's just an angel who's wings hide the sun. It's myself I betray, I cannot wish this away. Took my chance, now the damage is done. All I want is everything. Am I asking too much?"

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Hey Bestie 🖤 It might be a surprise but I thought about a Taligaro scenario.☺️ Let's say we're the daughter of a very mighty lord and our father made a promise to Taligaro's father that we'll marry him as soon as we're old enough so they can join forces. Then he visits a few weeks before the wedding so we get to know each other and at first we don't get along well. But then something happens that brings us closer together and we fall in love with each other? 🥺Take all the time you need Bestie 🙏 Love you 🤗

Absolutely bestie! You have no idea how exited I am to write this one 😁 I hope you enjoy 💚💚💚 Part 1 😊

The cool wind was blowing gently against your face, making little wisps of your hair dance around. You were leaning against the window of your castle bedroom, looking out over the land as the morning sun was rising. Today was the day you would meet the man you were betrothed too, you were the only daughter of the richest and most powerful lord in all the lands, it was your duty to be married by the time you reached 25, which was about 6 months away. You told your father you didn't want to be married, you wanted to see the world, travel and make memories that weren't trapped in a castle. Luckily for you, your father was a very wise and kind man, you were both very much alike and he wanted what was best for you. Being in the position he was in, he was able to meet many suitors before he chose one for you. There were lots of men who put themselves forward, some older than himself and were known to be cruel. Your father knew your personality and what you wanted out of life, plus you wanted to marry out of love, not duty. That's why when he had spoken to all these men, one stood out amongst the rest.

He was very tall, blonde and had an impressive physique. When this man approached your father, he discovered his name was Taligaro and be was a general of his own private army. After talking to him and getting to know him, he liked Taligaro and could see potential there. He saw a lot of you in Taligaro, he wanted to see the world with his army, visit beautiful places and soak up all the experiences he can, hence why he was the general. He could move his army anywhere in the world if he wanted to, he also had a kind and gentle personality, one that he hadn't seen in any of the other suitors. If you didn't like Taligaro that was ok, but in his mind, he was perfect for you, if not for love, then for friendship at least. He had asked Taligaro to meet at his castle on a certain day, after letting the rest of the suitors know that he had made his choice, and Taligaro was very happy to be chosen. There was however, one other suitor who wasn't very pleased with this outcome. His name was Sir Luke Cole, the son of the most ruthless and evil man across the seas, his father was known for torturing women and enslaving anyone who dared to defy him.

And it seems the apple didn't fall far from the tree, Luke had been betrothed to 2 young woman so far, and both mysteriously died a painful and unexplainable death, and this was something your father knew. There was no way he was going to let his only daughter marry that monster, but it seemed Luke wasn't going to let your father leave without telling him what he thought. Everyone left the gathering and your father was just walking down a hall on his way to the horse and carriage to take him home, when Luke approached him. "My lord, may I speak with you?" "Ah Sir Cole, what's bothering you?" "That's funny you should ask. Why didn't you choose me in there?" "I beg your pardon?" "My family is very wealthy and I would be a perfect match for your daughter. So why choose that pathetic Taligaro? I'm a Sir, he's just a general" "First of all Luke, your family may be wealthy, but it's also known that your father is a cruel man who treats people, including women horrendously. Second of all, you would NOT be a perfect match for my daughter, she has the kindest heart and sweetest soul, whereas you are just like your father. Dont think for a moment I don't know about what happend to the last 2 innocent girls you were betrothed too, I wont allow my daughter to be in danger around you. And lastly, that general happens to be the most honest and decent man I have met in many years, and had lots of things in common with my daughter, I belive they will get on splendidly and I'm hoping that the betrothal will make everyone happy"

"But my lord-" "But nothing! I have made my decision and I belive it's the best one for my daughters future. Good day Sir Cole" Your father says in a low and domineering tone before he walks away and towards the carriage. "Fine, if that's the way you want to play...if I cant have your daughter, then neither can the general..." Back to the present day, you had just got dressing in one of your favourite dresses. You preferred a top and trousers, but when it came to meeting people around the castle, you had to dress in something more formal, hence the dress.

You made your way down the stairs, and there waiting for you at the bottom was your father, beaming with happiness and pride. And next to him, a much taller man, in circular shaped plated armor, blonde hair and a very well toned body, he certainly looked like he kept himself in shape. You walk down and hug your father. "Good morning father" "Good morning my sweet. Y/N, I would like to introduce you to General Taligaro, leader of his own army and the man I have chosen for your betrothal. You face this man, and at first your a little weary, maybe it's because the thought of marriage was still uncomfortable for you, and meeting a random man that you'd have to marry wasn't the easiest thing to do. But you were polite and held your hand out to him. "Its good to meet you General" He looked at you with his eyes wide, like he couldn't keep his eyes off you, you didn't know it yet, but to him, you were the most beautiful woman he had ever met, he was star struck.

"Its a pleasure to meet you my lady" He shakes your hand, and he's surprisingly gentle, but his hand was enormous, engulfing your small hand in his. "There were many suitors that came for my blessing Y/N, but out of all of them, I belive Taligaro hear will be a wonderful match for you" "Yeh that's uhh...ummm...father, may I speak with you for a moment?" "Of course my sweet. I'll be just a moment Taligaro" "Of course my lord" You and your father walk over to the other side of the staircase, hoping not to be heard, little do you know, Taligaro is just able to make out what your saying from where he stands. "Father this, this all feels to soon" "What do you mean?" "You know I dont want to marry, and now you bring the man hear. I dont know it just feels so sudden, I feel so..." "I understand Y/N, but I made sure to pick who I thought was best for you, just give him a chance. I think you both will get on very nicely" "I just...I cant right now father. I'm- I'm sorry I just- I need some air" You say before running out of the hall and out towards the garden. "Oh dear" your father mutters to himself before walking back to Taligaro. "My lord, may I say something?" "Yes" "I understand how your daughter must be feeling, and I wouldn't want my presence to upset her" "No no Tailgaro, she-" "I could hear your discussion my lord. And it's ok, look I think your daughter is very beautiful and I would very much love to get to know her, but I do belive she needs time to get used to it, and when she's comfortable she can talk to me too"

"I think you may be right. But if she isn't married by the time she's 25, other men are going to demand her. And I don't want my daughter in the arms of an awful man" "Ok....well might I propose an idea? What if? Instead of forcing me and your daughter to marry when she's 25, just keep us betrothed, and if nothing sparks between us by that time, just pretend we got married" "Pretend?" "Yes, that way it can all work out. You will be happy knowing your daughter is safe because she will be promised to me, she will have more time to discover what she wants and needs, and I will be stopping any other cruel man from trying to take her for themselves" "That's...actually a very clever idea! I like it, thank you Taligaro, I think that is something we can do for our plan B" "Thank you my lord"

A few minutes later, your sat in the castle garden on a bench, wiping away tears from your face as the stress of it all seems to flood over you. You didn't know how to feel or what to think. You thought you had more time to prepare yourself for this, but your father had already chosen someone for you and it was making you feel quite panicked. "Cough cough, my lady?" Came a calm and soothing voice from beside you, you look up to see who is was, and it was Taligaro. "Hear, I think you may need this" he says handing you a handkerchief. "Thank you general" you say taking the handkerchief from his hand and wiping your eyes. "Please, call me Tal" he says as he sits on the opposite side of the bench. "Listen, I'm sorry if my presence upset you in there my lady, i dont want to-" "It wasn't you...its just me being emotional" "You know, it's not a bad thing to be emotional. If you need to let out those feelings there's nothing bad about it" "Why are you hear? Shouldn't you be getting a tour of the castle by my father of something?" "I didn't want a tour of the castle right now, I wanted to talk to you" "Why? So you could talk to me about wedding plans? As you can see I'm not really in the mood" You say wiping some more tears away. "No my lady, that's not what I wanted to talk to you about. You see, I'd like to know what your thoughts are on an idea I had" "What's that?" "I can see that this isn't a situation you want to be in, and I dont want you to feel forced into anything. So my idea was, to pretend" "Pretend? I dont undertand" "Well, I know we're betrothed to be married, and if things dont work out or there isn't anything we can find ourselves bonding over, then that's not a bad thing. But what may be a bad thing is you having another horrible nobleman treating you like dirt on the bottom of his shoe, which after meeting the other suitors looks like they might do just that"

"So, what? We pretend to be married?" "I thought it may work, because you get to have more time to plan out your future, I stop any other nobleman from making you his, and your father can know your safe. I know I've just met you, but I see kind side of you, and I would hate myself if I allowed someone of cruel intentions to snuff out the little light you have" "I...I dont know what to say...you'd really do that? But you dont really know me? Why put your life on hold like that and be stuck in this castle just to help me out?" "Honestly? Because I dont want an innocent young woman go though a terrible situation. Its something you have to do, and if I can help you though it. I'll try my best" "Tal I...i dont know how to thank you for this, this is an opportunity i didnt know i could have" "I know how you can thank me. How about a tour of the castle?" You chuckle as you finaly start to feel a little happier, his thoughtfulness and kind words have definitely cheered you up. "I supose I could do that for you" "Wonderful, after you my lady" ".......Y/N...you can call me Y/N" "That's a lovely name. Very well Y/N, after you"

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theunseeliemperoress · 2 years

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AU August Day 5: Teachers

(TA Lityeres and English teacher Apollo with a little smut thrown in anyone? this is my first attempt at writing anything explicit.)

This fic is 18+

Lityerses took a deep breath as he stepped through the school gates. The building a strange mix of old brick he’d once been familiar with and new glass and steel that had been added after he’d graduated. Never thought I’d be back here, he thought as he looked around. Besides the new extension it hadn’t changed much. Walking through the doors he found the inside was also more or less the same. New photos had been added to the trophy cabinet, Lit couldn’t help but pause to find his old hockey team photo, and it seemed someone had finally fixed that damn light a few tiles down. Good, the incessant flickering had always gotten on his nerves. He was just about to pull himself from the cabinet when he heard a voice from behind him.

‘Can I help you?’ he turned around to see a man not much older than himself standing behind him. He was a tall man, though not lanky. With blonde hair, well gold might have been more accurate, that was long enough to just touch the top of his shoulders. He was smiling at Lityerses but in a way that made it clear he wanted to be somewhere else. Judging by the stack of papers and folders in his arms that somewhere else was a classroom.

‘Oh right sorry. Um I’m the new TA.’ The man nodded.

‘Oh for the biology class right? I heard you’d be coming. You’ll be heading for the principals office I can show you the way if you like.’ Lityerses shook his head.

‘No it’s okay. I actually went to school here so I know where it is. That’s if it’s still in the old building.’ The man nodded.

‘Well I’m going to walk with you anyway, since my classroom is down that way as well.’ The two men began walking down the left side hallway.

‘So what was your name again?’ the man asked.

‘Lityerses Green.’ He answered. The man let out a laugh at this.

‘Mr Green the biology teacher. Well weren’t you made for this job.’

‘I’m only a TA.’

‘Still you never know. Anyway my names Apollo. Say Lit you wouldn’t happen to know the teacher you’ll be working with? Ms Green.’

‘She’s my mother.’ Lityerses admitted shifting a little. He hoped Apollo wouldn’t ask why he had his mothers last name. Truth was he’d changed it after a particularly bad falling out with his father, which had ended in him being disowned and fired from the family company. To prideful to ask for help from his mother or any of his friends he’d found a job as security for a man his father often did business with. Or at least that’s what they called it on his contract. Truth was something had never felt right about that job from the first pay cheque, or should that be first wad of cash, but by the time he’d realised what exactly he’d gotten himself in for it was too late to bail out. Not without his boss securing his silence. He’d only gotten out because the police got involved, and the only reason he wasn’t in jail was because his mother had threatened his father until he agreed to let Lit use his lawyer. The lawyer had hammed up his naivety to the whole situation, playing the sheltered little rich kid angle to its full potential. He would have cracked up at this if he hadn’t been so scared. He’d spent most of his highschool and all of his college years street fighting, as well as selling a few bags from his, secret, garden.

‘So you got this job through nepotism. Same here though mine goes all the way to the top.’ Lityerses stared at him.

‘So you’re dad’s the…’

‘The principal that’s right.’

‘So I’m guessing you also went to school here?’ Apollo shook his head.

‘Nope I was sent to boarding school along with my sister. You’ll see her around, she’s a gym teacher as well as the coach for several of the girls sports teams.’ With that he stopped outside a door and turned to face Lityerses.

‘Well this is my classroom so this is where we part ways.’ He began to push the door open before turning around again. ‘Oh I just remembered I’m going to get drinks with a few of our co workers after work on friday, would you like to come? It’ll be a great way for you to get to know everyone. Well everyone who wouldn’t have taught you that is.’ Lityerses blinked at him but then smiled.

‘Yeah I’d like that. If you have room for one more.’ Apollo nodded, his smile somehow managing to brighten, and disappeared into the room that from what Lityerses could see was an English classroom.

***

As he approached the front door Lityerses could here the clanging sounds that could have only come from his youngest sisters attempts to play the piano. Either that or someone had gotten sick of her attempts to play the piano and had pushed it down a flight of stairs. Deciding there was no way the door bell would be heard over that racket he raised his fist and pounded on the door instead. It was soon opened by a haggard looking young woman who was casually tugging on her dreadlocks.

‘Hey Persephone.’ He said giving his sister a quick one armed hug.

‘Hey yourself.’ She replied giving his arm a squeeze in return. She was wearing a lacy top which showed most of her back and midriff, Lit couldn’t help but to think she’d done so to annoy their mother, and there was a fairly new tattoo on her arm of a skull sitting in a bed of flowers.

‘Do you like it? Hades paid for it as a wedding anniversary gift.’ Lityerses smiled and said he did, though he was also dreading the fifty times their mother would bring it up to complain. He was about to mention this when he heard a familiar voice coming from the living room.

‘Lit? How nice to see you.’ He turned to find Apollo standing there grinning from ear to ear. Lityerses stared at him mouth agape. He’d never seen him in his casual clothes before and it certainly wasn’t what he’d been expecting. He wore skinny jeans and a t-shirt that was even skinnier that showed a faint outline of his muscles every time he breathed in. His hair was tied back in a messy bun and draped over his arm was a bomber jacket as well as a hoodie that was too small to be his. Lityerses suddenly became very aware of the small stain on the sleeve of his hoodie, and had to fight back the urge to fix his hair.

‘Uh yeah you to. Um what are you doing here?’ he asked. Shit why did he have to say it like that? Apollo however seemed unfazed.

‘I was giving little Meg her piano lessons.’

‘You teach piano?’

‘I teach a few instruments. As well as archery. Teaching in a school doesn’t pay as much as you’d like and I have five mouths to feed. Talking of which, Lee hurry up.’ He yelled this last part into the living room. There was a sound of the old armchair creaking and shuffling footsteps. Lityerses stared as a boy around ten appeared in the doorway. He stared up at Lityerses with round blue eyes that seemed almost too big for his small face.

‘What happened to you?’ he asked pointing at Lityerses. Without really thinking about it he reached up and touched the scars that ran along his entire face.

‘Lee that’s rude.’ Apollo scolded. ‘I’m sorry about him, he’s a good kid but he has no filter when it comes to his curiosity.’

‘You can say that again.’ Lityerses turned to see his mother walking out of the kitchen. ‘Though I’m more than happy to let you bring him again.’ She added as she handed Apollo his money for the days lesson.

‘Thank you. But hopefully after this test we won’t have anymore hospital visits.’ He gave Lee’s shoulder a quick squeeze. ‘Well we’d better go or we’ll be late.’

‘Aren’t you going to give your auntie Persephone a hug?’ Lit’s sister teased. Laughing Apollo gave her a quick squeeze and Persephone bent down to let Lee give her a kiss on the cheek. Lityerses watched the two leave until his sister closed the door, before turning to look at her.

‘Auntie Persephone?’ he asked.

‘I’m married to his uncle, which makes me his aunt.’

‘And the kids great aunt.’

‘Oh shut it.’ She snapped giving him a light shove.

***

He wasn’t sure what made him approach Apollo’s classroom but for some reason Lityerses found himself standing in the doorway watching as he looked over the papers on his desk.

‘I swear they’re so stupid.’ Apollo muttered to himself. ‘I mean who describes as persons face as being “Like a drawing but in 3D?’ Lityerses couldn’t help but let out a snort at that. Startled Apollo spun round his face breaking out into a smile when he saw who was standing there.

‘Lit. Please come in.’ He pushed the papers to one side and stood up. Lit closed the door behind him and approached the desk his heart pounding. This is ridiculous he thought, I shouldn’t be doing this, not here.

‘Is there anything I can help you with?’ Apollo asked his smile faltering as a look of concern crossed his eyes. Lit swallowed and took a deep breath.

‘Would you like to go for dinner with me? Tomorrow night that is? Just the two of us…’ shit he felt like he was going as red as his Corn Huskers sweater. Apollo blinked at him.

‘Oh uh well I’d have to see if I can get a babysitter for the kids.’ Lit felt his heart sink. ‘But if not I can do Saturday. My moms having them all round for tea anyway.’ Feeling his face split into a smile Lit nodded.

‘Saturday’s good.’

‘So it’s a date.’ Apollo nodded.

‘Yeah a date. That is I mean if you want it to be. I don’t mind if we just…’ he stopped when he realised Apollo had one hand resting on his hip and the other cupping his chin.

‘Oh but I do want it to be a date.’ He said as he lowered his face so that his lips were touching Lityerses’s. For a second Lit was surprised, but this quickly wore off and he was soon kissing him back. Not really thinking about what he was doing he found one hand reaching for the back of Apollo’s head and the other for the small of his back. For a moment he wondered of this would make him pull away but instead he found himself being lifted on to the desk as Apollo moved his lips away from his own and down to his neck. As he did so his hand made its way up Lit’s shirt making him shudder in pleasure. He wanted more so much more. And he told Apollo as much whispering the words into his ear. Out of the corner of his eye he could see the other man’s eyes light up as he took Lit’s hand and lead it to his belt. Realising what he wanted him to do he began to fumble with the buckle as Apollo eased his own pants down.

‘So do you want to go first or shall I?’ he asked.

‘You’d better go first. Since I’m already sat down.’ Lityerses replied. Apollo gave a chuckle at that and kissed his lips again, then his neck, his chest and his stomach before kissing his inner thigh. Taking a deep breath Lit leaned back and closed his eyes as he felt the other man’s fingers stroke along his cock. The anticipation was enough to make him cry out but he didn’t have to wait for long. A feeling of extasy ripped through him and a smile plastered itself upon his face as he grasped at the back of Apollo’s head. When he was finished Apollo gave his thigh one last kiss before standing up.

‘So what did you think. Not bad huh?’ Lit grinned at him.

‘I think coming back to school was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made.’

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