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[andytheoverthinker]

i am in desperate need of a frances hardinge fandom, please more people need to read those books

#where are yall #i need someone to appreciate these masterpieces with me #and fangirl over saracen the winged warzone #and the amazingly chaotic duo that is eponymous clent and mosca mye #as well as the queer and neurodivergent metafor masterpiece that is the cuckoo song #actually you know what #i’m gonna make a separate blog for this #when you cannot find the fandom you make the fandom #diy #if these books are ever adapted for like a movie or series i will freak out #anyway #frances hardinge #the lie tree #the cuckoo song #a face like glass #deeplight #gullstruck island #a skinful of shadows #fly by night #uh this is a lot of tags #is it okay to add this much? #i don’t really care #bye

[mexashepot]

Агата: Что такое любовь?

Ярик: Это жгучая потребность в ком-то, кто не ты. И радость от того, что он жив. Она...

Андраник: Ты уж определись!

Ярик: Я дал шанс всем - и ему, и ей

#I cannot decide whether he really is that brave or that he's just that chaotic and talks faster than he thinks #this is a day after he made that thirsty face while the ladies were fangirling over that older male actor #joining them in their fangirling #chaotic biconic king what can i say #musical blogging

[maidragoste]

Sapphire

part of the universe of "the queen and her husbands"

reblogs, comments and likes are always appreciated, it really motivates me to keep writing 💖💖

My inbox is open so I'm always willing to read your headcanons, opinions and answer your questions.

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes.

In the first months of Aemond's return to King's Landing, he never removes the patch around his children. He is afraid of their reaction to seeing his scar and that he lacks an eye. He is sure that Aemon and Baelon will be afraid if they see him and he could not bear his children to be afraid of him again. He does not want to return to the first days of his return where they cried every time he tried to raise them. So he always has the patch. It doesn't matter how many times you insist on your husband who took it out when you four are alone and you assure you that nothing bad will happen, he doesn't want to risk it.

Until a warm day, Aemond can no longer bear the patch and decides to remove it for a moment just because Aemon is asleep in his lap and plans to put it back before his son wakes up. Aemond is so absorbed in his reading that he does not realize that Aemon is awake until he feels a small hand touching his face. The prince looks at him expectantly, ready to listen to a cry or a scream but that doesn't happen.

And when you enter the chambers and you find one of your children standing in your husband's lap trying to remove the sapphire from his eye you cannot help laughing. You are not surprised after all, your children seem obsessed with playing and playing with the sapphire of your necklace.

Later when Baelon returns from spending the afternoon with his grandmother and Aemond has his patch again. You and your husband are sitting on the floor playing with the twins when Aemon proudly shows his twin his new discovery, raising the Aemond patch and exposing the sapphire. You notice how your husband is tense fearing that maybe Baelon reacted badly and smiled at him waiting to give him a little confidence.

Then Baelon shouts excitedly and now it is both twins who try to remove their dad's sapphire.

You laugh while you get up and rise to Baelon moving away from Aemond.

"I told you that you had nothing to worry about," you say smiling and dodging Baelon's little kicks.

To the consternation of Aemon, your husband also gets out on the floor. He looks at him for a moment before playing with his other toys.

"Do you want me to tell you that this time you were right?" says Aemond, taking Baelon away from you, he would rather suffer from a kick than you end up hurt.

"I'm always right"

"No, you don't."

Before you can complain Aemond kisses you making you forget about any thoughts.

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[the-desilittle-bird]

pls can u write a fic where reader (the bastard daughter of rhaenyra and harwin) is married to aemond for political reasons, but she know how to manipulate him whit her body and have him wrapped around her finger to secure his support in the war that is sure to come (smut pls)

AN- Damn! I really like a manipulative badass boss bitch reader... but the smut isn't as good as I had thought it would be but... sorry.

Thank you and Enjoy your reading!

You Love Me Right?

Summary- What is a greater charm than a woman's love?

Tag List- @eliseline, @little-moonbeam-666, @blackhoodlea, @omgsuperstarg, @shopping, @lizlovecraft, @dayane, @bbgmonsay, @michelle-26, @all-things-fandomstuck, @hc-geralt-23, @chevelledahuman, @morganastrucker, @shrexy, @helloitsshitzulover, @daringboba, @minaxcarter, @b-tchymoon, @stargaryenx, @hukio, @saraelizabeth26, @targaryenmoony, @moon-light1415, @eudximoniakr, @themaze13, @candypurplebutterfly, @5moremin, @yariany02, @issybee0611, @gossipandspills, @hopebaker, @kateris-world, @lady-athanasia, @chaotic-fangirl-blog, @cherryaemond, @watercolorskyy, @literishdegree99, @sunmoon-01, @savagemickey03, @ultrav0lence, @deltamoon666, @severewobblerlightdragon, @hyacinthus007, @andlizeth, @shine101, @beefbaby25

Warnings- Smut [Dirty Talking, Breeding Kink, Teasing, Almost(?) Oral (Male receiving)], Manipulation

GIF Credits to @imagine-all-the-things

The Dance has begun and so far, the Greens had the upper hand; all because of Aemond and his dear Vhagar. His formidable leadership and swordsmanship combined with Vhagar's experience in battles and dragonfire made him an important asset of his brother's cause.

To the world, he was cold and unbending. But the House of the Dragon knew well. They knew how his sweet little wife had him wrapped around her little finger.

Otto considered her smart. She knew her beauty was her largest asset and adding it was her sharp wits and undeniably alluring charms. Each word which fell from her lips were honeyed and well versed; a web made by a spider to catch her prey.

And that is why he remained vary of her when the dance began. Being the daughter of Rhaenyra and Harwin, he knew her devotion to her mother; unyielding and strong.

"Aemond," she squealed as hands wrapped around her petite figure, her plump lips painted in red as she turned to greet her husband with a kiss on his jaw; then down his neck and up to his ear.

"(Y/N)," he hummed, fingers rubbing her sides as his eye took in her seducing structure. Her brown hair open and brushed back, cascading down her spine. Her violet eyes were the curtesy of her mother's genetics.

Her figure was drapped in a black flimsy robe, ending just above her mid-thigh. The robe accentuated the best of her curves; her ample cleavage evoking a desire deep in him.

"Aren't you a nymph?" She chuckled, sending vibrations through his skin as she looked up through her lashes. Her fingers slowly moved up to get rid of the eyepatch covering his left eye and majority of the worst of the scar.

"A nymph in love with you."

Aemond's eye lingered on her covered breast, inviting him to feast on the soft flesh which would surely swell when his child takes place in her body. His finger fiddled with the lace holding the lace together, tugging on it to unwrap it.

"I want you," she whispered, turning around and tilting her head back to give him space to mark his territory. Kisses and nips evoked goosebumps through her body as one of her hand gripped his long hair, while the other grabbed onto the corner of her vanity.

"So do I, my love," he whispered, his sapphire glistening in the light of the candle. A deep moan left her throat when his lips found the spot which made her see stars.

"I received a message from my mother," she hummed sweetly, her fingers swiftly getting rid of the clothes which adorned his lean body; all while gentle kisses and teasing nips were granted in the freshly revealed skin as his tunic and undershirt met her dark robe on the ground.

Aemond only hummed, his mind already clouded with lust as he watched her bare body in front of him; moving like a seductress. Her soft hands found his shoulders, pushing him down to sit on the edge of their shared bed. A place which frequently ends up destroyed due to their marital tasks.

Her fingers nimbly worked on the ties holding his breeches together. They felt painfully tight as blood flew to his cock, making it hard and extremely hard.

"She is sad."

(Y/N) knew how this works. After all, it won't be the first time she is doing this. Seducing her own husband to accomplish something which was otherwise impossible.

"Why?" He rasped, breathing a sigh of comfort as his firmness left his breeches, which joined the pile of robes on the corner. His long, calloused fingers traveled into her brown hair as he felt her lay kisses on his inner tights.

Her tongue met the tip of his hard on, licking like a kitten feasting upon her milk but slower. Her long nails moved up and down his tights, sending a shiver down his spine as he groaned.

"More, my love," he pleaded softly, but both of them knew that she wouldn't compile to it; at least not just yet. Instead of taking him in her mouth, she moved up to lock his lips in a feverish kiss.

Their tongues battled against each other for dominance but at last, the princess let him win; granting him a disguise of control in their relation. One of the biggest lies in their marriage.

"She wanted to see me," (Y/N) gasped as she felt his hands fondling her breast, groping and swiping his finger on her sensitive nipple. A pornographic moan left her throat as she hummed in appreciation. One of the pros of marrying him.

Bringing him impossibly closer to her, she whispered in his ear, "I want you, my love." Suppressing the groans was becoming difficult for Aemond as his fingers traveled south to meet her wet core.

"So wet, doll. All for me?"

"Yes. All for you, my prince."

His fingers were quick to adjust his cock on her entrance; slowly entering her to give her some time to adjust to his large size. His long digits rubbing her clit to bring some pleasure during the slight sting of pain.

"So tight for me," he groaned into her neck, teeth sinking into her sensitive skin. Moving softly, his hips started with a soft rhythm, relishing in the moans which escaped her throat.

"All for you, Aemond," she whispered, breath hitching as his tip grazed over the soft spongy spot inside her which made her see stars. Her lower belly tightening with pure pleasure which rushed to snap at any moment.

"Cum for me, my sweet princess. Take your pleasure on me," her husband continued to speak filth in her ear as he groaned, feeling her walls clamp on his cock deliciously.

"I will paint your walls with my seed. Make sure you carry my child," he groaned, lips finding her nipple to suck on. Tugging on the other with his fingers, he felt her back arch. A loud moan of his name and the clamping of her on him indicated her orgasm.

Aemond came a second later; grunting her name as he filled her to the brim.

"You love me right?" She asked after a while, turning to her husband who was yet to recover. With his face a slight shade of red, eye blown with pleasure, he turned to her with confusion. "Of course, I do."

"And would you do anything for me?"

"Yes."

The smirk on (Y/N)'s face was hid as she snuggled into the crook of his neck; words heating his skin as she whispered, alluringly: "I wish to side with my mother. And I wish for you to be with me."

The silence was deafening and for once, she thought that Aemond would sit up and the next minute, the cold blade of his sword plunging into her warm body. But it never did.

Instead, a light whisper was spoken into her hair.

"Then your wish is my command."

#house targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond x fem!reader #aemond imagine #aemond one eye #aemond fanfiction #hotd imagine #house of the dragon #aemond x y/n #aemond targaryen smut

[mavrintarou]

[Daddes in December] Bachira Meguru

Meguru is so daddy, tell me otherwise.

Warning: aged-up Meguru, smut

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At any given time, Meguru’s large hands are always fondling your breasts. While you’re cooking, while you’re brushing your teeth, while you’re both trying to watch a movie, and especially during sex. It was his comfort, he needed to cup your tits to sleep.

It was inevitable.

At first, you found his obsession with your breasts an annoyance. Meguru acted without any regard for filters or awareness of the consequences of his actions, doing whatever he pleased. He would forget you guys are in public and before you knew, his hand was already cupping your breast in front of your friends and or family.

After much coaching and reminding, he was able to control his urges in public.

It wasn’t until you became pregnant with his child that his obsession with your tits increased and you were able to use it to your advantage.

At seven months pregnant, your breast ached and Meguru was the only one who could massage it to your liking.

When he discovered that you began to lactate, his yellow eyes glowed. His lips latched onto a nipple and before you could stop him, he was already suckling, enjoying the liquid being extracted.

“Hmm,” he groans, switching over to the other side. His fingers tweaked at the wet puckered nipple he just abused.

The back of your hand covers your mouth but it doesn’t muffle the moan escaping. Your libido has increased tremendously with your pregnancy and Meguru assisted to the best of his abilities every time.

“Megu –“ you cried out, cumming from the mere suckling of his mouth. “Wait… no –“

His hand tugged at your maternity pants, the damp wetness on your panties had him grinning from ear to ear. “You came just from me suckling? Dirty girl.” He licks the corner of his mouth, licking away the breast milk that smeared all over his face. His finger dipped into your pussy, making you moan.

“Please… Megu… your cock… just your cock… fill me…”

“Yes, my love, anything you want.” He tugged his joggers down enough to free his cock and pulls you up to straddle his thighs. With your bulging belly in the way, he guides you to settle onto his cock, filling you exactly how you wanted.

His breath shakes as he chuckles, pressing his forehead against your chest. “You feel so good wrapped around my cock. So perfect… I can just stay inside of you all day.”

“Meguru… need you to massage my breasts…” you begged, watching the tips of your nipples leaking with beads of milky fluid.

“Ah, yes… sorry love, I got distracted.” He reached for your breasts, squeezing them and flinching when they squirt at his shirt. “Woah!” he squeezed again, amazed.

You leaned back, rolling your hips slightly. “Yes – that feels amazing.”

Meguru’s grip on your breast tightens as he thrusts upward, rocking deep into you. “Ah – Y/n…” he collapses back onto the couch, groaning as he fills your pussy. “Love cumming inside you…” He stares at your chest, “is it normal for you to produce milk already?”

“Yes, I’m getting closer to the end of the pregnancy, my body is preparing for the baby.”

Meguru pouted, “so I have to share?”

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It was futile.

You just go about your business as you nurse your daughter on your left breast and Meguru on your right.

. . .

E/n: short but nasty lol

>>> @queenelleee @mfreedomstuff @erintaro @callmeraider @chaotic-fangirl-blog @wolffmaiden @cloud-lyy

#blue lock smut #blue lock x you #bachira smut #bachira fluff #bachira x you #bachira x reader #bachira meguru smut #blue lock bachira #blue lock bachira meguru

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

33 with Peter

33. soft kisses while cuddling in bed

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May had a night shift at the hospital last night, so Peter invited you for a sleepover. You weren’t doing anything sneaky, though. May knew. Peter always invited you over when she was had a night shift. He didn’t like being alone in the apartment for a full night — even superheroes have fears.

You and Peter decided to make today a slow morning and stay in bed for as long as possible. It was gloomy and dark outside, which was a perfect excuse to stay in. 

You quietly talked about everything and nothing while cuddling in bed — and sharing a few soft kisses.  

''Why did you fall for me?'' Peter asked out of the blue, insecurity lacing his voice. ''I mean, you could’ve had a much better guy than me.'' 

''Well, I tried messaging Robert Pattinson on Instagram, but he never responded,'' you joked, but Peter wasn’t in a laughing mood. 

''I’m being serious, Y/N... You’re so beautiful and intelligent and caring and generous and funny and— and I’m just...me. Plain old Peter who loves Star Wars and never gets invited to parties.''

Peter had P.E. yesterday, so you guessed Brad or Flash must’ve said something in the locker room. About you and Peter. They always played with Peter’s brain out of jealousy and it disgusted you. 

You reached up and cupped Peter’s face gently, looking right into his deep brown eyes, catching the tinge of sadness into them. ''Do you want to know why I like you, Peter?'' He didn’t say anything, waiting for you to continue. ''You’re kind,'' you said, tracing the line of his eyebrow with your other hand. ''Courageous.'' You dragged your finger over his cheekbone. ''Selfless.'' Then, up the shell of his ear and taking a piece of his curly hair and twirling it around your finger, you eyes still gazing into his. ''And always make me laugh with your witty remarks and nerdy references. You're the coolest person I've ever met and you don't even have to try.''

''I try really hard, actually,'' Peter admitted. 

You leaned down to kiss him, but Peter’s phone went off, its ringtone echoing loudly in the bedroom and disturbing your moment. 

''Don’t pick up,'' you begged. 

''I have to. It might be Mr. Stark.'' 

He sat up, but you clung onto him, trying to keep him in bed. ''He’ll leave a message. You can call him back later.'' 

Knowing Tony would just keep calling until Peter would answered, he easily slid from your hold and reached onto his nightstand for his phone. 

Peter's eyed widened in panic. This was worse than Mr. Stark. ''It’s May. She forgot her keys and she's outside. I have to go unlock the door for her.''

—

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[bebx]

"Loki would wrangle Donbius's wild kids" this, and "the single dad needs help" that.....bold of people too assume that loki wouldn't just add to that poor man's troubles as the most chaotic and mischievous step-parent ever. Like...loki just being able to act like a kid again and those two boys would love them! I just have to many feelings ahh! Also there's something meaningful to be about loki becoming a parent to kids who aren't their own biologicaly but loving them as if they were due to his history with odin. (Hope this isn't a bother I am shy so hense why I'm anon and try to keep shipping stuff off my blog but had to get out my fangirling somehow)

!!!!!!!! exactly this !!!!! everything you said !!!! Loki in his I'm not a regular mom, I'm a cool mom era

*not a bother at all love! I will always love receiving lokius anon

#my inbox is open #lokius #loki #loki series #loki spoilers #tom hiddleston #owen wilson #mobius #loki x mobius #loki 2 #loki s2 #loki show #loki tv #mcu loki #loki 2023 #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #marvel #mcu #mobius m mobius #agent mobius #mobius m. mobius

[chlorinecake]

your first impression of your moots and your impression now?

took me a while to get to this but here’s my long asf answer 🐈‍⬛

@angel1kisses ✮⋆˙ idk, something abt her blog jst INSTANTLY captivated me, like… even before I saw what she looked like, I knew she’d be a baddie 😏 in simple word tho, jst think of every high school stereotype (minus jock) but in one person. that’s how chaotic her energy was to me 😭 and it’s the same way now… gotta love my random and smexy wifey huhu 🤭

@nikisdubblchococake ✮⋆˙ meme material. she had an asian santa pfp when I first saw her account 😭 so I figured she would have an interesting sense of humor. she also used a lot of slang and meme references whenever we texted, but I just loved her energy from the beginning, and I knew we’d end up being really close friends like we are now 🫶 my copium 💯

@minhosimthings ✮⋆˙ okay so… mona left an interesting first impression on me… I was honestly a bit intimidated by her in the beginning 😳?? I just didn’t feel worthy/brave enough to talk to her at first 😭 like… she had a very quirky, mysterious, and boss bitch vibe all around ~~ but when I finally got to know her, she’s literally such a sweetheart :( like Ik we’re partners in crime but she seriously stole my heart… ❤️‍🩹 my jagi… all mine 🫂

@starrywonie ✮⋆˙ y’all. I’m abt to embarrass the hell out of myself when I saw this, but I was literally OBSESSED with Nana when I first found her page (way before I started writing myself) ~ like, i honestly thought she was older than me bc I just looked up to her as THE Jungwon fan page. now after getting to know her tho, she’s literally a walking wonie 🥲 the cutest bby ever 🫶

@candewlsy ✮⋆˙ okay soooooooo, i didn’t really have a first impression of Mizu bc as soon as I discovered her blog, we were talking and texting on discord the next day 🤪 !! but from that, i can say she has a very lovable and sociable nature… always willing to learn more abt a person while also sharing things abt herself... can't forget how much she loves her cowboys, too 🤠

@wonfilez ✮⋆˙ i discovered her blog during my yandere phase and boy when I tell you she had me hooked with "beautiful monster" 🫠 I just admired how talented of a writer she was (even though that was the only work I'd read by her at the time, it was enough to make me a fan 😭)... aside from the past though, once I finally got to meet her, I admired her bubbly personality 🫶

@enmayz ✮⋆ ˙ I just never felt confident/worthy enough to speak to or even follow Mira 😭 ... just from seeing the way she'd talk about her moots on her blog, I could immediately tell she had such a beautiful soul, and anyone close to her was literally so lucky, like- now tho? don't even get me started on her voice... her looks... her charisma ??? the girl just slays, I tell you...

@jaylaxies ✮⋆˙ enhabler's disney princess right here ☝️. I don't know what it is abt Aria, but she just radiates such royal energy??? like, as crazy as it sounds, I'm pretty sure she sparkles like diamonds or smth, bc she's literally a celebrity. an ICON, I tell you. but aside from my fangirling, she really is a sweetheart. very humble, very chill... yeah, she just slays like that 😌

@hoondrop ✮⋆˙ intimidating part 2. I always felt like a peasant whenever I saw Moon’s blog, like- it seemed disrespectful for me to even scroll through her posts 🤡 idk if it was just the aesthetic of her page, but she genuinely seemed ethereal to me. and even now after speaking with her a few times, she’s like an older sister 🥲 cool, chill, while still being relatable, just in a mature sense 🫠

@takiberry ✮⋆˙ miss renè... from the day she followed me, I didn't even bother checking out her blog because I HAD ALREADY BEEN STALKING NGL 🤡 she just seemed so vibey from the way she responded to her fans, plus, not a lot of creators on here write abt &team, so I was like, yes, let's be friends !! now tho, I see her as the lucky friend... blessed with good looks, a sweet personality and the opportunity to talk to ej 🥲 she's just THAT girl ~~

@rowretro ✮⋆˙ even though we just became moots closer towards the end of this year, I had to include Rowan on this list because she's just so cool and bubbly, and I've already had sm fun getting to know this cutie patootie over the past few days and I can’t wait for our friendship to blossom as time goes on :)

@squoxle ✮⋆˙ this beeyatch just gets on my nerves, honestly... from the moment I saw her as a baby in the hospital, I knew she would be the death of my 9 month streak of peace. but to look on the bright side... actually? there is no bright side 😔 only darkness... my impression of her remains the same, tho. she stinks, she's ugly, and HELLA annoying XD

@microwvdstrawb3rri3s ✮⋆˙ when I first saw her account, I didn't really form an opinion abt her bc I saw her as a follower than anything. but once we started talking more frequently, I swear she's like the cutest little sister ever 🥲 so endearing, energetic, and sweet... like, it genuinely makes my day every time I see one of her silly asks or just a random "hello" message in my dms !!

@cheruluv ✮⋆˙ if I'm remembering correctly, I first met Iya when she asked abt one of my yandere fics, so I just assumed right out the gate that she'd have more of an edgy personality, but when I actually got to know her, she's such a ray of comfort ❤️‍🩹. I mean, she's literally a human version of a my little pony character. just so nice and friendly all the time... 🫠

Side Note: This year has been TRASH to say the least (won’t get into the details because the haters are waiting to celebrate my misfortune)… But ever since I started this blog in early August, I’ve never felt happier, like…. ever 🤑!!! So I just wanna thank all of my precious mooties for literally just existing (?) and getting me through some of the toughest moments in my life this year… obviously I’m religious, so I gotta give credit to the LORD too 🧎‍♀️ but knowing you guys is such a slay for me. Legit feels like I’m winning at life… but anyway, Happy New Year to all of you lovelies 🫶🫶🫶 and special thanks to @ashgonedash (the original gangster... kudos to this queen for requesting blood on ice 🫡), and @yourmomscuntis2tighy (my highness... MEGA props for coming up with the convenient chances plot, like HELLO???)... these two girls have supported my goofy ahh blog since the beginning, and I will always remember y’all baddies for that :3 Take care and stay safe !! MUAH 😽 Love, Chloé 🩵

#© chlorinecake ┌iii┐ #cc: anons 🎂 #[🐮] moots ~ #enhablr #happy new year 🎆 #damn I talk a lot 🤡

[darling-i-read-it]

The Spencer Mansion

STARS Office Part 2 

Part 1 

Albert Wesker x fem!reader, Chris Redfield x fem!reader 

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: canon level violence, Wesker toeing the line of using the reader and being in love with her, Chris thinking the reader is dead, canon level injuries 

Tagging: you all mentioned wanting a part 2, I hope you don't mind that I tagged you! <3 @boywivlove @fanartcollectorwriter @chaotic-fangirl-blog

Author’s Note: A lot of people have suggested I do a part two to stars office and I always meant to but never got around to it! I hope that you guys like this. Id be open to a part three (and hopefully do it quicker this time around lol). Thinking for part three that I could do two endings, one for chris and one for wesker....

I also added this request to the plot : @zedonna , If not that, then maybe a possible scenario where Reader replaces Richard? Instead of Chris finding him and Rebecca, he sees reader with the snake bite (someone he is close to and harbor feelings for) But for extra angst, maybe chris doesnt find the serum in time and comes back only to find Rebecca has abandoned a now deceased Reader. ( Totally not what happened my first playthrough with Richard) Thank you, anything is appreciated!

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

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The tension in the helicopter was poignant and undeniable. You wouldn’t be there for long but the emotions hung in the air like dreamcatchers, haunting and sticky. Wesker hadn’t said anything about Bravo Team and no one had asked him. You hadn’t personally heard a thing about Rebecca since she left the day before, or any of them for that matter. The air held onto the fear of the moment, not knowing what you were going into and not knowing if you would come back. It didn’t help that you were sitting across from Chris, who didn't want to make eye contact with you. 

You felt bad. You knew that you had slept with Wesker to get back at him but Albert was right. He hadn’t actually made a move. It wasn’t your duty to control Redfield’s emotions, especially not so close to the field. 

Jill was waiting for the right moment to ask you about it. The day before you had been best friends with Chris but now you were wearing the wrong shirt, clad with the hickies to match the rumors. Wesker hadn’t let up - why would he? What was everyone gonna do, tell the boss? He had an especially confident aura about him this morning. It was attractive. His jaw set and his disinterested eyes made him that much more alluring. 

You tried to avoid eye contact. 

“Bravo Team’s crashed helicopter is just below us. We’re going to land there and fan out in search for them. All contact has been lost and we don’t know what we’re going into,” Wesker announced, standing up and grabbing the railing above his head. “Think on your toes and don’t try to find each other if you get split up. We meet at the mansion if needed.” 

There were a couple curt nods. Chris pretended not to listen as he looked out the window at the helicopter crash. His face was laced with concern. He cared so genuinely about all those people. Your helicopter lowered, slowly. You held your gun tighter as you got up, preparing to exit. You remained in line as you left, landing eventually on the ground below. 

Jill moved forward to investigate. 

“Stay low Vickers,” Wesker said into his comm. His voice was robotic now. You barely recognized the man you had been with last night. You came up behind him, gun held up, a flashlight in your other hand. 

“Yes sir,” Brad responded. The joking manner in his voice left with the sun. It was now tension filled and dark, a low hanging fog creeping in around the eerie crash site. 

“I don’t see anyone,” Barry exclaimed, from a little further in another direction. Wesker opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by a growling noise coming from the crash. Everyone who heard turned their guns to face it. A dog emerged from the grass, teeth bared and slobbering. You tilted your head, eyebrows furrowed. How had a dog gotten all the way out into the middle of Raccoon Forest? You barely had time to think of solutions when it snapped, jumping forward. It went at Jill, who was closest. You moved forward to grab her arm and help her up, unable to distinguish the noises around you. 

Dogs were barking. More than one. You could hear people running, commotion happening. No one ever prepares you for the silence of the moment. There’s no background music to justify the violence. It’s just you and your thoughts, or lack thereof. 

The helicopter rose. 

Wesker yelled something, something at Brad in the helicopter. But he was leaving. You turned to try and find Albert but it was too dark. You and Jill ran in the direction of Barry, who you could make out. Chris was behind you in a second and then you had more companions than not. You were glad to be running the same way as them. 

You weren’t sure where you were going, or where this supposed abandoned mansion was. But you followed Jill’s stumbling direction regardless until you reached something that couldn’t be mistaken for anything else. 

Barry and Chris opened the doors as you and Jill shot aimlessly into the dark, hoping to hit a target. You backed into the mansion and the doors shut. The silence was deafening. Heavy breathing and large open air but no longer any dogs. You breathed again. 

“Good, you made it.” You turned around to face Wesker who was standing in the middle of the room. He was breathing slightly heavy but it was nothing compared to the rest of you. 

“You take a shortcut or something?” Chris questioned, bitterly. 

“I told you to follow me after Vickers got spooked.” 

“Got spooked? Those were rabid dogs Wesker!” Jill pointed out. She peeked out one of the windows. Now that you were inside, you could take in your surroundings. You were in a grand hall, doors on either side and two staircases going to the level above you. The light on the chandelier was on. 

“I thought this place was abandoned,” you pointed out. 

“It was,” Wesker muttered. 

“We should probably investigate it then. See who else is here. It might be Bravo Team,” Jill offered. Wesker nodded curtly. 

“Well there’s no going out that way,” he said pointedly, gesturing to the front door. You could still hear the faint scratches of the dogs on the other side. 

“This place is huge. There’s gotta be another way out,” Barry offered. 

“Jill, Barry, you take the left door,” Wesker said. “Chris-” 

“I can go by myself,” Chris noted. He gestured to the right door. “Try to keep your hands off each other.” You knew he was just hurt but it didn’t wound you any less. 

“We really should try to stay together,” you offered. 

“Let him dig his own grave,” Wesker offered sharply. Chris could’ve been swayed before but now he was gone, going up the stairs. You huffed out. 

“We’ll meet back here in five, after looking around,” you said, looking at everyone. Chris waved his hand, Jill and Barry gave a disregarding nod. You opened up the door to the left and was greeted with a small room. There was a statue in the middle. 

“Fucking Vickers,” you muttered. You moved your hair out of your face and looked back at Wesker. “Did you know he was gonna do that?”

“Of course not,” he offered. He tried the door at the end of the room. It was locked. 

“You can shoot it.”

“And waste a bullet on a door?” He gave you a dumb look. His glasses covered his eyes, making it unable to get a read on him. There was a curtain on the other side of the door. You moved it aside. 

You raised your gun. 

“Are we gonna talk about it?” you questioned, turning the corner. 

“What is there to talk about?” He was following you. 

You side eyed him. 

“I told you, I don’t do it often. In the eye of danger, I give into impulses.” You refused to believe that was all it was. The way that he held your face…that couldn’t have been conjured up for looks. 

“Alright,” you grumbled. “And the way you acted towards Chris this morning?” 

“Will you focus?” You rolled your eyes and entered the side room. There was a man passed out on the ground. You rushed forward to him, leaning down, gun still at the ready. Wesker hung behind you. You reached at his neck to check for a pulse, unable to see his face. You got nothing. You looked up at Wesker, about to tell him the unknown man was dead, when the man moved. 

You jumped, scampering back. Wesker raised his gun. The man stood warily, unsteady on his feet. You crawled behind Wesker as he shot without so much as a warning. The noise echoed off the small hallway. Wesker shot the man three times but he still stood, unaffected. His mouth opened, drool coming from his face. He didn’t look…human. He looked like he was dead, like his pulse. 

One more gunshot from Wesker in the face took him out. He fell back down. Your eyes were wide, breath heaving. 

“Be careful. Things don’t like to stay dead around here.” You looked up at him, amazed or annoyed you couldn’t tell. He offered you and a hand and helped you up. 

“What the fuck was that Al?” 

“You know what it was.” You wanted to tell him you sure as hell did not know. You thought about Night of the Living Dead. You thought about Evil Dead. Wesker turned to leave, leaving you amazed in his wake. 

“Albert was that a zombie?” 

He didn’t answer you. You reopened the door to the main room. You were happy to be in a larger space but now every corner was menacing. What was lurking where you couldn't see? Jill and Barry came from the door across the hall. 

“There’s something there! A monster!” Jill exclaimed. You ran to her, out of habit. She was one of your best friends and her distress sent you into protection mode. Suddenly you wanted Chris back. You looked up to the stairs, searching for him. 

“We saw it too,” you said. 

“We have to separate and find a way out of here,” Barry explained. 

“This place is huge!” you argued. 

“Where’s Wesker?” Jill asked. You turned around. He was gone. Where had he gone? He came with you into the main room hadn’t he? You opened up the door again but he wasn’t there. 

“He was just…he was just here!” 

“Chris?!” Barry called up the stairs. You were scared. The fear petrified you in your spot. Where were they? You didn’t want Jill to leave your sight. You wanted to stay planted right next to her. 

“Oh God, what happened to Bravo Team?” Jill asked, breathing out hollowly. 

“You want to split up?” you spat at Barry. 

“Chris could be dead,” Jill muttered.

“We need to cover ground quickly. It just makes the most sense,” Barry promised. “You both of your weapons. You’re trained to deal with abnormal issues.” He stood in front of you and Jill. She was holding your elbow. “You won't be able to find them if you just stand here.” 

He directed it to both of you but it seemed like he was talking to you. 

“Wesker couldn’t have gone far,” you maintained. 

“Then go find him.” Jill looked like she wanted to future protest. She looked up at the stairs. 

“I’ll go for Chris,” she said, voice still wary. 

“We all come back here when we’ve found an exit. It’s the central part of the house.” You didn’t want to know more details. What if no one came back? What if you were stuck waiting for someone who had been a zombies dinner? Where was Chris? Was he okay? 

“Find him,” you told Jill. She nodded. “Stay safe,” you whispered. You didn’t want to leave but you forced yourself to move away. You had to go. You had to go. 

You opened the door again. Wesker must’ve gone back to this room. God knows why he didn’t just wait until you had all made a game plan. You refrained from calling his name, holding your gun tightly in your hands so the blood left them. 

The zombie in the corner was still down. You tried the locked door again. It opened, weak on the hinges. He must’ve broken through it. You took a step through, trying to breath through the nerves. He was around. He had to be. 

-

The mansion was like a maze, filled with puzzles and locked doors. You had a hard enough time finding out where you were, let alone where everyone else was. You were met with zombies and disregarded ammunition. The Bravo team was here. You weren’t sure if they were anymore. 

No sign of Wesker but even less sign of anyone else. You hadn’t seen Jill, Barry or Chris since you split up with them. At the confines of the mansion you felt like the problems of yesterday were far less important. 

That was, until you saw Chris rounding a corner. 

He held his gun up, prepared to shoot an oncoming zombie, but was just met with you. He let out a sigh of relief and it was like there was never any ill will. You rushed to each other, throwing your arms around his shoulders. 

“Chris oh God,” you muttered against his arm. You had never been so happy to see your friend. “I haven’t seen anyone in forever.” In reality it had likely only been an hour but that hour seemed like a lifetime. 

“I thought you were dead,” he exclaimed. “I saw Barry briefly, and Wesker.” 

“Where?” You still were unsure how Wesker had evaded your searching. He had only a couple minutes of a head start. 

“Upstairs somewhere. I lost Barry outside, when some…some of those things…” He shook his head. He grabbed your shoulders. “I’m glad you’re okay.” 

“I’m glad you’re okay too.” He nodded once. “I found a couple keys laying around. I don’t know what they go to.” He offered you some of the keys he had found. They had symbols on them. You had found one, a Spencer key. You pooled them together. 

“We should see if these lead to a way out. How did you get outside?” 

“Through some wall,” he explained. “I don’t know who made this place but they need to take another architecture class.” You nodded. 

“Listen, I’m sorry about Wesker. I was angry and he made a move and I felt bad.” He shook his head. 

“It isn’t the time.” 

“It could be the only time,” you explained. “I’m sorry Chris.” His face evened out into a genuine gaze. 

“It’s alright. I’m sorry too, for making such a big deal of it.” You nodded once. 

“It’s okay,” you promised. “We’re cool?”

“We’re cool,” he agreed. You tilted your head, gesturing down the hall. “Let’s go kill some zombies, Redfield.” 

-

“Hey, I got this key. There’s a door down the hall I wanna try,” you said. Chris was messing with the piano in one of the rooms. 

“How far down the hall?” 

“Across the main room.” He narrowed his eyes on you. “I’ll be fine.” 

“That’s far. You can’t wait?” 

“I’ll just be a second.” You and Chris hadn’t gotten far on your own. He couldn’t play the piano and you couldn’t read sheet music. You were at odds. You knew Jill could play and she had to be around here somewhere. He swallowed hard. 

“If you’re not back here in five minutes I’m dropping all of my progress.”

“Yes sir.” You saluted him half heartedly and left the room. You rushed down to the other side of the hall, trying at the door you had seen locked earlier. The door opened slowly. You were met with a zombie, who you shot in the face. Only afterwards did you check to see if the zombie had familiar features. This had been people. What if some had been your people? What if one of them was Jill and you didn’t know until it was too late?

You shuddered. 

“Y/N.” Your eyes went wide at the sight of Rebecca. 

“Rookie,” you breathed. “God Chambers, look at you.” She looked dirty and like she had gone through hell. She rushed up to you, glad to see a familiar face. 

“You’re the first friendly face I’ve seen in ages.” 

“Do you know where the rest of your team is?” 

“Most dead,” she admitted, regrettably. “I lost the others. I crossed paths with Richard but then lost him again.” She looked down at the key in your hand. “Can you try this door?” 

The words seemed normal.

 You opened the door, expecting a zombie.

 You were greeted with a snake. Giant, the size of a house. Things happened so quickly, things you weren’t even sure could happen. Rebecca shot and you vaguely thought about how Chris would come looking for you soon. You wished you hadn’t left him. But you had found Rebecca. 

The snake bit at you, scratching your arm. You were just narrowly able to stumble out the door when you fell down, feeling the effects of it immediately. Rebecca rushed towards you, barricading the door as best she could. You looked up at her, worry lacing your eyes. You were bit. You were dead. 

The door opened. Chris emerged.

You and Rebecca turned to him, breathing hard, bleeding in different places. 

“I should’ve never let you leave,” he muttered. 

“There was a room across the mansion that had some medicine bases,” Rebecca said, thinking quickly on her toes. Her words seemed too sharp. You couldn’t even feel the pain. It was starting to numb. You looked at Chris, frightened. 

“Where?” he asked. 

“It’s hard to explain. There are so many rooms.” 

“You have to go with her,” you said. “She’s a medic, not a soldier.” 

“She made it this far.” 

“We don’t have time to argue. Do you wanna save her or not?” Rebecca felt awful. She had suggested you open the door and she hadn’t been prepared for what she would find on the other side. Chris looked conflicted, eyes gazing back to you. 

“Go Chris.” 

He gave you a pack of ammo. 

“We’ll be five minutes,” he promised. 

“I’ll come looking if you’re any longer,” you said dryly. He smiled weakly and looked at Rebecca. 

“Lead the way.” 

-

The silence was deafening. It was just you and the house again. You and the house and the snake next door. You and the house and the snake and the zombies that lurked, haunting your every step. 

You were trying to be brave in the face of your adversaries but nothing seemed easy here. You regretted telling Chris to go. If you died from this, would you turn into one of those things? Would he have to find your body, still warm, knowing he was just barely too slow to save you? 

Every option seemed worse as time went on. 

When the door finally opened again, it wasn’t Chris or Rebecca. 

“Fancy seeing you here.” 

Wesker’s voice was condensing in a meek way. Still, you were glad to see him. You were glad to see anyone living at this point. You held your arm, eyes like daggers.

“Be careful. I might turn into a zombie here soon and then you’ll have to shoot me.”

“I don’t have moral dilemmas like that.” 

“So you’d shoot me?”

“In a heartbeat.” 

“Thanks for the vote of confidence Wesker.” You adjusted your seating against the wall. He walked up to you and leaned down beside you. He grabbed your hand gently, moving it aside. He took off his glasses to examine the wound. 

“Snake bite?” “Large snake. More like a scratch.” You were so used to his sunglasses that you took the moment to stare into his cloudy eyes. He glanced up at you, a knowing smirk on his face. 

“You’ll be fine,” he promised. He looked around in his tactical vest, searching for something. You watched with curious eyes. After a moment, he grabbed a vile. He put it against your arm wordlessly and injected you with it without warning. You winced, more at surprise than pain. He grabbed a bandage wrap out of his side. 

“You’re awfully prepared for the worst,” you observed. 

“I have to be. I’m the leader of this team.” He tied it shut, strengthening it with a knot. “Be more careful next time.” 

“Where did you go?” 

“When?” 

“When we got to the main hall with Barry and Jill. You just left.” 

“I thought I heard something. I went to investigate.” You didn��t believe that. He was close, sitting beside you now. You bite the inside of your mouth, still hazy from the snake bite or whatever he injected into you. Wesker didn’t mind your questions. In fact, he wanted to encourage them. You were smarter than the rest of the lot. He liked that you would always be just a single step behind him, rather than a whole staircase. 

“Okay,” you said finally. “Can you help me up? Rebecca and Chris went looking for something to help me with. They’ve been gone too long.” 

“You should know that there’s no use in trying to save all of them.”

“They’re my friends Albert.” He put a hand on your wrist, holding it gently. 

“They won’t all live. There’s no use in you dying with them. It would be a waste of a talent and the waste of a sacrifice.” 

“Who’s sacrificing themself?” 

“Anyone who dies here is sacrificing themself for one of us.” He wanted to tell you it was a controlled experiment. He didn’t. You would find out soon enough. 

“I don’t think I like that Wes,” you muttered. 

“You don’t have to like it to live it.” 

You felt more comfortable with Chris but you felt safer with Wesker. No harm would come to you while he was here. You grabbed his hand and held it for a moment. 

“We’ll all get out of this.” You let his hand go and reopened the door. 

He wanted to tell you no. Not everyone would make it out of this one. It was designed to kill some, to help others succeed. He knew you would be the latter. Even with the snake incident. 

-

You went the back way to find Chris. 

Five minutes after you left, he returned. He found a pool of your blood on the floor and he didn’t see you. His eyes went wide as he stood in the doorway, blocking Rebecca from being able to view it. 

“What? What Chris?” She tried to shove him aside. 

“She’s gone,” he breathed.

He tried to picture you as one of those…things. He tried to picture your eyes dead, your fingers peeling, your skin melting. He couldn’t. None of the mental images seemed to conjure, out of sheer fear. He could never kill you, even if you were already dead. 

“Maybe she went looking for us?”

“We’re too late.” 

“The snake bite doesn’t mean she’ll become one of the zombies.”

“It could. It’s the same thing, the same virus, isn’t it?” Rebecca had no sound argument against him. She knew as much as he did. 

“She couldn’t have gone far. She went looking for us,” Rebecca said again. Chris didn’t have the heart to argue with her. 

-

Wesker intended to lose you again but you were just so alluring, he couldn’t help himself from hanging around. He followed you around the mansion, he helped you kill the bioweapons, he ended the mystery of things that should have remained shrouded. 

He figured you wouldn’t see Chris again until you reached the laboratory. He would keep you till then, saving you from that moral dilemma. It would be far more interesting for you to make the decision when you were before Tyrant, when you saw Wesker’s true colors. When you would’ve died without him. Could you live with him? 

“Wesker come on,” your voice spoke, breaking him from his thoughts. “I think I found something.” 

He followed you like a lost dog. 

“Let me see.” 

Final Part !

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Just thinking about how one day you wake up too tired to do your own hair. You are about to get up to call your maids to come help you get ready but Daemon doesn't even give you time, he makes you sit on the bed and takes your comb and then begins to carefully untangle the knots. You two have a carefree chat, you may be talking about what you plan to do for the day or the antics of their children.

Your husband takes his time to make you a simple braid, not because it costs him but because he doesn't want you to leave the chambers yet, he wants to have you a little longer just for himself.

And when Daemon finishes braiding your hair he leaves a few kisses on your shoulder, not feeling satisfied with that he lifts your braid to leave a couple on the back of your neck. He reminds you that he loves you as he places even more kisses on your neck.

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[megalony]

Hidden Truths- Part 3

This is the next part of my Jonah Hauer-King series, sorry its taken me so long to get round to this part. I hope you all like it, feedback is always lovely.

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Summary: Jonah's wife is a well kept secret from the rest of the world, they like their privacy and anonymity. Especially with a baby on the way. But their privacy is threatened when a stalker starts to invade Jonah's private life.

Enjoy.

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"Come home! Now!" Jonah was taken back by her high pitched voice and by how each word was spluttered between ragged breaths like she had been running a mile. Or panicking. He pressed his finger to his free ear and took a few steps away from everyone to try and concentrate but he could already feel the way his heart was jumping out of his chest. "Baby calm down, tell me what's going on. Are you alright, are you in labour?" That was the first thing on his mind. Jonah had a sneaking suspicion that whenever (Y/n) went into labour, he wouldn't be there. It would be just their luck that he was out running an errand or doing something promotional like this and (Y/n)'s waters would break without him there. He wanted to be there for every second, he didn't want to miss anything or have it start and him be miles away, racing back to her. "Jonah please come home… I- I think someone's trying to break in the house."

He couldn't even pull into his own driveway. Two police cars had wedged into Jonah's parking spot in the drive and an ambulance was parked out front. Was this a good sign or a very bad one? If the police were here it meant they could control the situation and stop whoever had decided to break into his house. But Jonah needed to know if the ambulance was here for a reason or just a precaution.

With his car wedged as close to the drive as possible, Jonah scrambled out and bolted down the driveway.

He had never driven so fast and carelessly in his life.

By the time Jonah had ran the situation past his manager and got to his car, the phone line went dead and he had no more communication with (Y/n). All he knew was that she had gotten upstairs and tried to baracade herself in their room. He didn't know what happened after that and he had been praying all the way home that this wouldn't be as serious as his gut told him it was.

Someone had broken into his home, sure, but maybe they were just trying to put the frightners on them. Maybe they were going to play a game and scare (Y/n) then leave.

That was the simple explination with no injuries or trauma or chaotic events. That was what Jonah was praying for.

As soon as the line went dead, Jonah called the police. He couldn't risk ringing (Y/n) and having the person in the house hear her phone and find out where she was. It was already on file that someone was stalking the couple so as soon as Jonah reeled off his name, address and situation, it was a high priority.

His feet curved and stumbled beneath him as he bolted through the front door that was wide open and almost knocked down an officer in the process.

"Is this your husband?"

"Jonah!"

He couldn't breathe. He felt like a deer caught in the headlights, unsure where to look, what to do or how to keep himself standing upright when he wanted to flop down to his knees and faint.

There she was, his girl, his wife, his one and only, sat on the stairs surrounded by two police officers and two paramedics.

As soon as her eyes latched onto him she was nodding her head and crying, gasping for breath from relief and shock.

Jonah bypassed the officers who let him through and the moment (Y/n) was within reach, he grabbed her. His arms wrapped around her upper back and shoulders and his fingers tangled in her hair like she had come back from the dead to visit him. His lips buried in her hair to kiss her head and he inhaled her scent, trying to stop the lightheaded feeling from overtaking his system.

He could feel (Y/n) kissing his neck and her shaking breaths soaking into his skin and her arm that coiled around his waist so her fingers could scrape up and down his back.

Out of all the scenarios he had been imagining on his way home, this was by far the best one. Having (Y/n) conscious and relatively unharmed like this was all he could of asked for and more.

"Oh, sweetheart," Crouching down, Jonah kissed her forehead repeatedly and sighed against her skin, moving his hands to cup her face so he could press his temple against hers and look her over. He kissed her lips, wet with tears, and soaked up her quiet murmurs and broken noises, sighing when he felt her fingers scraping through his hair.

With the little effort he had left, Jonah let his weight collapse down onto the second step on the stairs. His body went down with a thud and his hands were on (Y/n) in an instant while his eyes raked her over three, four, fives times to check for injuries she might have sustained. His palms roamed across her thighs and down her legs that bumped into his before his hands roamed upwards, eventually settling on her stomach where he pressed his forehead when his vision blurred.

A paramedic was knelt on the floor pressed up against the wall to deal with (Y/n)'s right wrist. When Jonah glanced over, bile dwelled at the base of his throat. She had a wound, a cut much more than skin deep that went from her wrist halfway down her arm. Gauze and bandages were being tightly wrapped around the wound until they could get it stitched up properly in a hospital.

Tilting his head up, Jonah let his eyes rake over (Y/n)'s features while his hand moved to cup the side of her face. She was flushed and her nose and cheeks were dripping with tears, but she had no cuts or bruises anywhere else and she wasn't screaming in pain so he could guess she hadn't badly hurt herself, much to his relief.

"What happened?"

(Y/n) leaned her aching head into Jonah's touch and willed the tears to stop falling. Everything had happened so fast, (Y/n) couldn't comprehend what had actually taken place.

"She… she had a knife, she was so, emotional and angry. I got the knife off her w-when she cut me, then she tackled me to the floor to g-get it back. She heard the sirens and ran."

(Y/n) couldn't stay hiding in the bedroom when the frantic girl was banging on the door to the point she was only going to break it down. There was no point staying hidden and let her wreck the whole house, and (Y/n) couldn't climb out the window to escape, not in her pregnant state. So she opened the door and tried to get past her, she didn't see the knife until it was too late and the blade sliced open her arm like melted butter.

She didn't know where her courage came from to wrench the knife away from the girl and then in a flash, they were both on the floor and (Y/n) threw it as far as she could so neither of them got hurt.

It didn't bear thinking about what the girl would have done if the police hadn't turned up at the right time. Their sirens scared her so much that she got up and fled back the way she came in. She hadn't counted on (Y/n) ringing Jonah and him calling the police, clearly she didn't know what she was doing and didn't have any kind of master plan.

"Have you found her, did you go after her?" Jonah craned his head to look behind him. Something inside of him would just errupt if they told him they didn't know where this lunatic had gone. She couldn't be wandering the streets, free to try and come back again to finish what she started or go and hurt anyone else.

"The team have her in sight, they're about to apprehend her now." That was something good, at least.

With a sigh, Jonah eased his right arm around (Y/n)'s waist and moved his other hand back to her stomach before her perched his chin on her shoulder and kissed her neck. He felt her lean her cheek against the top of his head and the comfort she gave him was overwhelming. He had visions of coming home to find her lying in a pool of blood or screaming in agony or finding her unconscious somewhere in the house.

"I- I feel sick,"

"Take some deep breaths, in through the nose… out through the mouth."

(Y/n) leaned forward until her forehead was pressed against Jonah's bicep so she was doubled over and her hands curled around his arm, holding it tightly against her chest as if it would take away the unease she felt.

The paramedic held out a sick bag in front of her for a minute, then two, but the nausea never came. An unsettling feeling bubbled in her stomach and at the base of her throat and the deep breaths she tried to take only made her feel worse, like she was flooding her head with helium and it was soon going to explode. She could feel Jonah's hand gliding up and down her back and his other hand stayed pressed flat against her stomach, keeping her held up so she didn't fall down to the floor.

"Okay?" Jonah whispered quietly against the back of her head while he curled around her side.

"No,"

"Why, baby what's wrong?" The urgency in his voice was unmistakeable and (Y/n) felt his arms tighten around her until they were almost shaking. Why wasn't she okay? What was wrong, was she going to be sick after all? Was she about to faint?

Jonah couldn't help but dig his fingertips into her skin when he felt her start to shake against him. But when she started to quietly whimper and he felt tears soaking into his bicep, he went rigid. His eyes flitted across to look at the paramedic who tried to check her pulse, but he couldn't do much until she uncurled and told them what was wrong.

"Baby you're scaring me,"

"My water broke," A burning sob followed (Y/n)'s words and when she slowly straightened up enough for Jonah to see her tear-stained face, he looked down to see her leggings were soaked.

"Let's get you in the ambulance and to the hospital."

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Pain burned in Jonah's eyes that were fixed down on his wife. It wasn't enough to be able to hear her sobs and endure her whimpers that cut through to his heart each time. He could see the anguish on her face as plain as ever. Her eyes were scrunched up so tight they were about to burst, her lips were rolled together and her nose was crinkled up. Sweat prickled on her brow and a steady shake had set in her bones.

Her right arm was resting on a pillow and a very attentative, understanding nurse was sat next to the bed, finishing off the stitches. The mild injection she'd given (Y/n) to numb the pain wasn't taking the edge off, even cleaning the wound had made (Y/n) sob and each pull of the stitch sent her reeling.

For the last twenty minutes, Jonah had stood leaning against the bedframe with one hand deadlocked in (Y/n)'s fist and the other raking slowly through her hair to try and calm her down. But he didn't know what else he could do and watching her cry out and writhe in pain like this was slowly killing him.

When (Y/n) moved their interlocked hands and roughly pushed them into the side of her stomach, Jonah glanced up at the ceiling to try and compose himself. The contractions hadn't stopped since the ride in the ambulance and the more (Y/n) had, the more worried they both became.

"Will the doctor be round soon?" They had been promised a doctor from the moment they were brought into A&E and it had been just over half an hour now since they arrived. Jonah didn't want to wait any longer, they needed to do something.

They needed to check on their little girl and make sure she was alright and see if they could stop labour from happening. Waiting wasn't going to help, it would only make things worse.

"I'll go and see if she's free," With the last stitch done and the wound freshly cleaned, the nurse stood up, removed her gloves and left the room with a small, friendly smile.

"I- I'm not even eight months yet."

"We might not have her today, they might be able to give you an injection, like the paramedic said." The paramedic wasn't able to give (Y/n) any medication on route to the hospital but he had told them this didn't certainly mean labour. It could be false contractions or (Y/n) might be able to get some meds that would lessen the contractions and put off labour for a few days or even weeks. If they could get that medicine, they needed it now.

Leaning down, Jonah pressed his lips against her burning temple and moved his hand from her hair so his arm could wrap around her shoulders when she sat forward.

(Y/n) leaned her head into Jonah's chest and curled her right hand around his bicep, albeit shakily. She wanted to be as close as physically possible and more so, she wanted comfort and touch and anything Jonah could give that would make her feel better and take away the panic she was feeling.

"Mrs King?"

A woman who looked to be in her mid-thirties came in with a calming smile and the same nurse as before, wheeling through an ultrasound machine. All (Y/n) could do was nod and fight back a scream when her stomach tensed and electric shocks rattled down to her toes.

"Okay, your notes say you had a fall, any pain before your waters broke? Tenderness or a tightening feeling?"

"No, nothing." (Y/n) didn't even fall on her stomach when the girl tackled her down, she stumbled back, grabbed the door and fell down on her bum. Other than a jolt, her stomach hadn't been touched or hurt in any way and she felt fine before the stupid girl ruined her day. All of them would have been fine if she hadn't of done what she did.

"That's good. I'm going to do an ultrasound, check baby's heartbeat and make sure your placenta hasn't moved, then we can take it from there."

Turning her head, (Y/n) glanced up at Jonah who smiled softly before he pressed a delicate kiss to her temple. He leaned his arm on the bedframe and kept his other hand tightly joined with hers when the doctor approached (Y/n)'s other side. the doctor didn't sound too worried and she wasn't fluttering about in a panic, that had to be a good sign.

(Y/n) rolled her stomach up to her bra and leaned back but her body wouldn't relax like she wanted it to. She felt like a coil, pulled in so tightly that at any moment she was going to snap back. Not even her legs would relax, the muscles in her legs were tense and tight and pulling upwards.

She could feel Jonah's nose tickling the top of her head and brushing against her hair but she knew his eyes were trained on the monitor across from him like they were watching the moon landing.

It was like a soft drumbeat filled the silence when the doctor moved the sonogram around and the image appeared in black and white.

Jonah wanted to smile, he wanted to laugh and grin and relax because he could sense the relief in (Y/n), but all he could do was purse his lips against (Y/n)'s temple and arch his back out.

Something didn't feel right, it was like a shift in the atmosphere and the longer he listened to his baby's heartbeat, the more paranoid he felt. The noise should have calmed him down like it did (Y/n) because he knew she had a small worry that maybe there wouldn't be a heartbeat after all the scuffle and panic.

Was it supposed to be that slow? Was it just slow in comparison to his erratic heartbeat? Was he imagining things or were the doctor and nurse murmuring to themselves and looking uneasy?

"Is something wrong?" His lips barely moved away from (Y/n)'s temple but his question was audible enough.

"The umbilical cord is around baby's neck and it's causing some distress," She spoke as if it was some minor inconvenience, clearly years of practice in calming down patients, but her expression was not so controlled.

This was anything but good.

"W-what do we do then?"

"We can't put off labour or wait for labour to start, baby is already distressed and could suffocate. I'm scheduling you for an emergency C-section, now."

(Y/n)'s cry was agonising but her breathless gasps and flooding tears made Jonah's own eyes start to water. He untangled his fingers from hers and moved both arms around her chest and back, coiling her into his chest as he buried his face in her hair, trying to smother his own noises of discontent. His arms tightened around her when she leaned forward as if she was about to climb off the bed and make a break for it. He wasn't sure if she was trying to get up or whether she was just too distraught to stay sat down, either way, his hold on his wife tightened significantly.

"Shh, sweetheart, breathe with me, please." He felt her hands wrap around his arm as he pleaded with her to calm down and listen to him.

If their baby was already distressed, (Y/n) panicking wasn't going to do either of them any favours and Jonah couldn't stand to see her like this.

"T-this isn't right!"

It's not fair!

"I know baby, I know." His lips stayed moulded against her burning temple and he found himself quietly humming against her skin to try and get her to calm down with him. He could feel her nails puncturing into his arm but he paid it no mind, it was nothing compared to the aching in his heart.

"Mr King, please lay her down flat on her back. Now."

"What?"

The urgency in the doctor's voice was unnerving and it contrasted to the utter panic in Jonah's eyes when he lifted his head to look across at her. Her worried expression had changed to something stern and demanding, almost as if she was cross and for a moment, Jonah worried he had done something wrong.

"She haemorrhaging, lay her down." As quick as anything, she leaned over and swiped the pillow from behind (Y/n)'s back and urged Jonah to move her.

He barely felt himself tilting (Y/n) back until he had to press his hips into the bed frame and lean over when she wouldn't let go of his arm that she pinned across her chest. But when he managed to turn his head to the left, all the colour drained from his body. The bedding was changing from crystal white to dark rouge.

"Jonah? I don't feel good." (Y/n) gripped his arm as tightly as she could but she felt like she was going to be sick. Her stomach was twisting into knots but her pelvis was tingling and pins and needles were shooting down to her toes.

"I know, but you'll be alright soon. I promise, sweetheart, you'll be fine."

God, how he meant it.

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"Can you see her?" Everything was turning and tilting. (Y/n) felt like the room was uneven and shifting beneath her like she was on a ship sailing on rough seas. The lights were too bright, the room was too warm and the noises were deafening and igniting the headache forming behind her eyes.

But she did her best to keep her eyes open and look up at Jonah. He looked different and not just because of what he was wearing. The gown he wore went from his neck down to his knees and covered his arms right up to the tight gloves he had been strapped in. And the hair net didn't do much to make him look any more normal, he didn't look right without his curls on show. But at least she could see his face.

Every emotion had crossed his face already, he went from panic-stricken to worried, to smiling and then back to sternly frowning like he was disagreeing or even disappointed.

Right now, he just looked concerned.

Both his gloved hands were wrapped around (Y/n)'s left hand but from where he stood, he could see both (Y/n) and her stomach, hidden from her own view by the large sheet pinned up. It was like her body had been split into two halves, both of which Jonah was permitted to see, but (Y/n) wasn't. She couldn't see below her breasts.

"Not yet, sweetheart," Jonah lifted (Y/n)'s hand up and down a few times, trying to shake out the nervous energy rattling through him. He barely smiled at her before he darted his eyes back to the doctors next to him.

He didn't want to miss the moment they held his daughter.

Jonah should be the first one to hold her. They should have been sitting in a delivery room five or six weeks from now, being handed their daughter crying and wriggling and relatively stress-free. Not laid here in an operating room, waiting for doctors to wrench her free and take her away before Jonah could even cuddle her.

(Y/n) figured out the moment her daughter was separated from her; she saw the light change in Jonah's eyes and the light twitch in the corner of his lips.

She didn't look the right colour to Jonah, instead of a dusty pink he could see a pale grey complexion on his daughter like she was dead. Her tiny body was wriggling- no, shaking, and a dripping, pastel pink cord was wound tight around her; neck like a noose!

"She's here," Jonah smoothed one hand up and down (Y/n)'s arm but he couldn't break his attention away from their daughter.

He watched, something close to anguish burning in his chest as the doctor carefully unravelled the cord from her delicate neck and turned her in his hands to try and get her to breathe. Jonah was relieved more than ever not to have to witness them stick tubes down her throat her whack her on the back to get her to breathe. A fickle little whimper spluttered past her lips and her small eyes scrunched up as she began to cry.

Music to their ears.

"I want her, please…" (Y/n) couldn't see any of the doctors, the only person she could see was her husband who was now a mix of crying and smiling while he started to shake.

She wanted to see her baby, even if they wouldn't let her touch or hold her yet. (Y/n) wanted to see her face and assure herself that she was actually alright and here. And she wanted Jonah to hold her, she wanted to see their daughter in his arms so their girl knew one of her parents was watching over her while the other one couldn't. She needed to know they were here.

Jonah took a step to the side, moving more towards (Y/n)'s head so the doctor could move beside him with their little girl wriggling in a towel in his arms.

(Y/n) didn't realise how badly she was shaking until she reached her free arm over and rubbed a shaky finger across her baby's forehead. She was so soft and warm, she felt like she was made from cotton wool.

"She's perfect,"

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[that-multi-fandom-hijabi]

ೃ⁀➷ people are people but it's like you're made of angel dust...

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[the-desilittle-bird]

headcanon to be the young wife of Cregan Stark

A.N:- So, yeah, I was dead for as long as I can remember but now... I am back again!!!

Thank you and Enjoy your reading!

HOTD Headcanon

Being Cregan Stark's Young Wife Include...

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Warnings:- None

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You will be the daughter to some important lord or maybe a younger sister to some lord in the council of the King.

After Cregan Stark's first wife, Arra Norrey, dies in childbirth, your father/brother is ready to propose a marriage pact to the Lord of the North.

After all, you are young and fertile and highborn. The perfect partner for a Lord with only a son.

Cregan and you might have met one another once or not, it doesn't matter to him.

When the proposal reaches him and his council, the members and his advisors encourage him to accept it

But Cregan has other plans.

You soon find a raven of your name, written by the Wolf Lord, asking whether you wish for this or not.

Even if you were against this marriage, the raven would definitely make you swoon over his chivalry. And you will understand that you won't find a better match.

The marriage would be a small occasion, officiated in the eyes of the closest to the bride and groom.

The North, as well as your husband's council, will welcome their Lady with open arms.

You will also have to play mother to the little Rickon, and you find the baby adorable.

Bearing more children to Cregan and developing your relation with him.

Small but significant gestures on both of yours and his parts.

Being an absolute power couple.

You were worried sick when he had to travel south.

But equally happy when he returned unharmed.

Having a big fat happy family.

And an awesome relation with Sara.

In short, you did be everything the North needed in their Lady.

And the apple of Cregan's eyes.

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[meowdarame]

𝟗𝟒𝟗 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

pairing: fwb!hajime iwaizumi x f!reader (afab!reader, she/her pronouns)

𝐇𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐈𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐮𝐦𝐢 (𝟐𝟏). 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐚, 𝐈𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐞. You pique the interest of the handsome stranger at your college gym, but little does he know about your troubled past. Ever patient and ever kind, Hajime helps you pick up the broken pieces of your shattered heart, but more questions arise about the nature of your “relationship” as it blossoms— what is he to you? Is he a friend who you can call for a good time, or something more?

warnings: explicit/dark content, 18+ MINORS DNI. heavy themes of SA/noncon (only mentions, none during the duration of the story), PTSD, and hyper-sexuality as a trauma response. chapters will contain smut, fluff, and angst, and all warnings will be appropriately tagged per chapter. reader discretion is extremely advised!

notes: after nearly 8 months of sitting in my drafts, i finally think i’m ready to publish this long-fic. this story is extremely personal to me (in fact, it closely mirrors my own experiences), and so while it may not be the most immersive nor relatable, it’ll give you the most insight into who i am as a person and what i care about. hajime in this story is an homage to my loved ones who were there for me post-assault— a mixture of their amazing traits and caring actions that helped me through dark times. all in all, this fic is a love letter to those around me, to the area i grew up in, and to myself for overcoming something that i thought i never would.

special thanks to: @christeningsakusa for beta-reading and @bxnten for helping me with the masterpost!

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

the crooks that try to steal your heart

us in a king-size, keep it a secret

put your hands on my body (and see the real me)

lock it up and put me in your pocket, love

why aren’t you smiling? (W.A.Y.S.)

epilogue | a final word from the author

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[sourcherryandsprinkles]

xavier x addams reader where she does witchy things and xavier is totally whipped for her

Ahh I miss writing for this fandom! Wednesday is one of my favorite fandom to write for (especially addams!reader) <3 Where is everyone?

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‘’Hand me the crow skull.’’

Xavier scanned across the table for the skull and handed it to you. There was a small — and overpriced — witchcraft store in Jericho, but he had a feeling you had gotten it yourself from a dead crow. The thought sent shivers down his back and impressed him at the same time.

‘’What is it that you’re doing exactly?’’ he asked, his spiritualism and witchcraft practice knowledge not as advanced as yours. 

Before you, a pentacle had been drawn with some lit candles around it, turning an old table into your altar. In the middle of the pentacle, you had superpositioned some bones along with a piece of fabric, turning the Nightshades library into your personal sanctuary.

If Principal Weems ever found out, she would shut down all activities and confiscate all of your material. Although Nevermore was a school for outcasts of all kinds, witchcraft practice outside classes was strictly forbidden. 

‘’Spying on my enemies,’’ you replied as you placed the small crow skull on top of the stacked bones. ‘’I suspect Bianca is planning to sabotage the Black Cats’ boat for tomorrow's Poe Cup.’’

‘’She sabotages everyone's boats every year. This is nothing new,’’ Xavier said, already feeling defeated although the competition was tomorrow. 

Somehow, only Bianca's boat make it back across the lake every year. Everyone else end up in the lake. It's too strange to be a coincidence or a fair win.

‘’Her little plans won’t be going accordingly this year. Wednesday made me swear on our great aunt Calpurnia’s grave that I would make sure Bianca wouldn’t sabotage her team’s boat. Unfortunately, a protection spell on their boat would be too obvious, but I can figure out her plans with a little crow's eye.’’ 

Xavier drew his eyebrows. ‘’A crow’s eye?’’ 

You hummed, then grabbed a handful of white grains and asked Xavier to move. ‘’Step back, mon amour, I wouldn’t want to injure you. It’s gonna blow up.’’ 

Getting the message, Xavier took a few steps back and watched from a safe distance. 

‘’Wings of Titania,’’ you began, sprinkling white grains around the bones,’’bear mine eyes aloft as I bid thee.’’ You dropped the rest of the white grains and all that was inside the pentagram blew up, your eyes turning white as your head tilted back the same way your sister would when getting a vision. 

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[mavrintarou]

Wipe Your Eyes [prologue] - Sakusa Kiyoomi

I'm afraid I'm getting ahead of myself and too excited but I want to share this. This is another series - I know I need to complete the others and I promise you... I will. Lol.

Warning: angst; mean & hurtful Kiyoomi; Note: this is in 1st POV but the rest will be in 3rd. How I usually get inspired to write - is listening to songs. I'm naming this series after one of my favorite songs: Maroon 5 - Wipe Your Eyes

First part

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It was customary for married couples to argue.

You and Kiyoomi had your fair share of disagreements and challenging moments…

Most of the time, you ended the argument because it seemed to be going nowhere, and Kiyoomi rarely acknowledged his mistakes.

Three years into your marriage, you couldn’t help but notice that lately, arguments seemed to dominate your relationship, occurring over and over again.

They say by your third year of marriage; it’s either make it or break it…

You remained persistent in your efforts to make the marriage work, determined to find a way to overcome the constant arguments and challenges.

However, you begin to doubt Kiyoomi.

“I don’t need you to nag at me all the time. You know I’m always at the gym. Ask Miya if you don’t believe me.”

“It’s not that I don’t believe you, Kiyoomi.” You said his full name, which had him raising a brow at you.

“Well,” he crosses his arms, “it sure sounds like you don’t believe me.”

You grew tired of constantly double-checking your words, making sure you weren’t accusing him whenever you had a conversation with him.

“I’m not accusing you. I wonder why you haven’t come home after practice or a game. I barely get to see you these days. By the time you come home, you head straight to bed.” You take a sharp inhale. “It feels like we hardly spend any time together anymore.”

“I’m already married to you; what more is there to it?”

It was your turn to accuse him. “Well, it sure doesn’t feel that way.”

And that statement ignites the bomb within him.

“Doesn’t feel that way? Well, sorry for always putting up with your shit and ensuring your needs are handled! Who is the one bringing the income home? Who is the one supporting your lame career that you can’t even find to make a decent living from it? Everything is always about you!” he shouts in your face, making you flinch. “I’m so tired of it all! I’m tired of you, this place, my fucken job! I can’t even come home and just breathe without you being so fucken annoying!”

You inhale sharply; the intensity pierces your heart as well. Tears well up in your eyes, their burning sensation making you hesitant to blink, afraid that they might spill over.

Instantly, remorse permeates his expression, “I – I didn’t mean –“

You look away, blinking and wiping your tears away. “I see.” Your legs move but not fast enough for him to catch your wrist, stopping you. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him, tugging and twisting your wrist out of his grip. “I just... I need… some time alone. It’ll be good for us….”

Kiyoomi knew better than to try and stop you.

Whenever you two fought, he would say something hurtful. Finally, he knew he should let you go so you both could cool off.

“Okay,” he uttered, his voice filled with uncertainty.

You walked into your shared room, grabbed your outdoor backpack that Kiyoomi hated that you would leave in the bedroom, and stuffed your essentials inside.

“Stop leaving your dirty backpack in our bedroom. It’s full of germs.”

Changing into your gear, you swiftly grabbed your hiking shoes and set off.

“Where are you going?”

Usually, he never questioned, simply allowing you the space to cool off and process your emotions.

“Out.”

. . .

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