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daenysx · 1 year

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Okay so

Modern Aegon fake dating but the uh oh feelings are real and things get hot 🥵

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princess treatment

modern!aegon ruins your fake dating agreement by falling in love with you. nsfw.

you drive aegon targaryen insane.

your little smiles, your hands on his hand or on his back, your soft hair falling gracefully on your neck and shoulders, and you calling him 'my love' all the fucking time.

as if you're actually in love with him.

his brain is blurry when you two are around other people. the fake dating messes with his head, he has to remind himself that this is not an actual relationship. your little acts of love are not real.

he was the one offering it. he offered you to pretend, only when you are around people especially around your family members. both of your families have important places in the business world. his father viserys is your father's business partner and this requires aegon and you to meet at several occasions.

this is where it all begins.

alicent had enough of aegon's girlfriends, or actually the girls he slept with and left. because of aegon's careless actions, alicent had to prevent the press from writing about his acts which would bring the family a bad reputation. well, worse than their reputation now at least.

it was also the day when they meet aemond's girlfriend. alicent loved the girl, she almost treated her like a second daughter. aegon had to try not to throw up every time he saw aemond's proud smile. "why can't you be like your little brother? i'm sick of these behaviours aegon, i'm sick of your stupid actions and all those girls i had to convince not to speak badly of you!"

he couldn't stand another thing aemond bested him at. he couldn't stand hearing alicent's usual disappointed words that made him sad and furious. he should find a proper girlfriend to be with all those stupid events and stop his family's snarky comments at everything he does.

he saw you that night. standing next to your big brother, obviously bored and intolerant. you tried to smile at people talking to you but those smiles were all fake. aegon found out that you had a terrible argument with your father earlier that night about your boyfriend. you broke up with that boy because your father didn't approve of him. you didn't look heartbroken, instead you looked angry and vengeful.

he approached to you later that night when you were standing alone and he tried to convince you into his brilliant fake dating plan. we can be with anyone we want, we only have to pretend when we have to, just be careful not to be seen with them when you're not with me. and you agreed.

the plan had worked. targaryens and your family were quite happy with this new relationship. it affected the opinions of the people in their business in a positive way. even alicent seemed to be proud and happy with aegon.

aegon should be happy.

but aegon isn't happy. he is mad at himself for ruining the plan's actual purpose. he is mad at you for being so perfect. you are a great actress, you actually made him believe that he is somehow nice and lovable. the moments when there is no one around are the worst. aegon has to face with the truths, and the truths are cold and lonely. aegon hates the truths.

he tries to be the perfect-fake boyfriend. he opens all the doors for you, always asks if you want something, walks with you in the room with his hand on your waist, and calls you little endearments.

everyone except aegon is content with the way things go. the families are already happy but you also seem happy with the fake dating thing. you make all the good appereances in public and you have the secret freedom to be with anyone you want.

"i'll meet with cregan after the event tonight."

aegon tries to be cool as he watches you perfect your make up for the upcoming event. "stark? come on princess, you can do better than that."

you smile. "i don't want better, i want him."

aegon feels his blood boil. he smiles but the smile is broken. he knows cregan stark will be a temporary boyfriend for you because no man could ever do with your princess attitude, right? they couldn't stand it and they would leave. it's all that happened 'til now.

"what about you? are you seeing someone?"

he has stopped being with other girls since he accepted his feelings for you. he tried to be with them for the hope of forgetting you. it didn't work, it actually made him more desperate, so he stopped.

"no, not really."

you nod, apply your red lipstick on your lips. fuck that lipstick, it looks perfect.

the event goes smoothly. what worries him is the end of the night. you let go of his hand when you're sure there is no one around. you get into your car and leave him there, to meet cregan stark.

hours of agony pass until he's got enough of it. he drinks one glass of whiskey then he leaves his apartment.

he drives to your house, doesn't even know why. he wants to do something to get him out of this stupid misery. he wants you to know that he fucked up the plan and fell in love with you.

he stops when he sees you in front of your house. with cregan stark. stark leans in to kiss you and aegon loses it. he knows he has no right to say anything, you are not breaking any rules but seeing you with another man is hard. too fucking hard.

you pull cregan to yourself, the door is open and you lead him inside. you don't break the kiss as you walk in. aegon has to do something, the images of you and stark in your room, on your bed haunts him. he walks to your house and knocks on your door. he doesn't care if he'll embarrass himself. that one glass of whiskey gives him the slight courage and he keeps knocking.

you open the door, your red lipstick smeared through cheeks and you look fucking glorious. he wishes the image in front of him to be for him.

"what are you doing here?"

he lifts his head, looks at your questioning face and tries to think of an answer. then he sees stark standing behind you, trying to understand what happens. the moment he recognizes the remnants of the lovely shade of your lipstick on his lips, aegon feels his heart clench with anger.

"get the fuck out of here." aegon says, calmly to cregan. you look at him in disbelief.

"excuse me, who gives you the right to come at my home and tell my guest to leave?" your tone is cool and dangerous.

"remember our agreement, princess? that agreement gives me the right. i won't say it one more time, get the fuck out of here."

he sees the look on cregan's face, clearly the man would fight aegon with a single word from your mouth. instead cregan looks at you and asks a silent question.

"i'm sorry cregan, let's end the night here. i'll call you tomorrow."

he nods, and throws a scary look to aegon as he walks out the door.

"and you. come in and tell me what the hell is wrong with you tonight."

aegon follows you inside, closes the door. he tries to calm down, to not say anything that will annoy you further.

"cat got your tongue? tell me, why are you here?" you ask.

"i wanted to see you."

"and you thought coming over to my house in the middle of the night and saying get out to my guest is the right thing to do? perfect."

aegon shooks his head. "i don't want him near you."

"aegon, you have no right to say that."

"it doesn't change a thing. i don't want him near you."

you stare at him. "you have a thing against cregan?"

he chuckles darkly. "princess, i have a thing against any man who breathes around you."

"what is that suppose to mean? are you drunk? if so, please stop talking now because i don't want to hear anything you say without thinking."

he shakes his head. "i'm not drunk. i mean everything i say. i don't want any other man near you, i don't want their filthy hands on you, i don't want them to have a taste of you. is it so hard to understand?"

"are you insane? of course it's hard to understand! what we have is a simple arrangement. why are you saying that right now?"

"because i ruined the arrangement! i ruined it. i-i fucking broke it. i couldn't stop. i just couldn't stop myself."

you ask calmly this time. "what happened, aegon?"

"i fucking fell in love with you."

the words leave his mouth and you can't help your tears. they make their way on your cheeks and you make a little noise.

aegon can't believe his eyes. why are you crying now? did he upset you that much? guilt crawls in his chest and he can't breathe for a moment.

"why are you crying? wh-what is it?" he asks in a broken voice.

you inhale and try to stay strong in front of him. "you can't just come here and tell me you love me, when i try so hard not to accept my feelings for you just to keep the arrangement safe."

does he hear it correctly? do you say that you have feelings for him? can he actually be this lucky?

"what did you say? you-do you love me? but you said you want stark."

"i lied. great actress remember?"

"so, you love me?"

"you're a fucking idiot."

he weakly smiles and comes closer to you, holding your teary cheeks and presses his lips on yours. it's a desperate kiss, full of longing and love. aegon doesn't know how to show his love properly, so he just follows his instincts. he kisses you for minutes, kisses your face, your forehead. he holds you in his arms and smells your hair.

you wrap your arms around him, still crying and obviously shocked. you try to keep yourself steady even if it feels too hard. all this time you tried to keep your own feelings hidden just to keep your perfect couple image safe and now aegon has the nerve to tell you he is in love with you. you are not sure if you should be happy or angry.

"i'm so mad at you right now." you say after your tears slows down.

"be mad at me tomorrow and i'll explain everything. but now, let me take care of you. let's forget everything for a night, princess."

you nod, leading him to your bedroom. he helps you take off your dress and your heels. you go to bathroom and clean your make up, he takes off his clothes as well. you come out of the bathroom wearing a robe, all clean and relaxed now. he kisses you again, this time he feels you relieved and he smiles.

he lays you on bed, your hair looks like a goddamn crown on your pillows, all shiny and pretty. "what a beautiful princess."

he kisses you, takes off your robe and there is nothing underneath. the sight of your soft skin welcomes him and he is quick to press kisses on your body. his hands stroke the flesh of your thighs as he kisses your nipples. he decides to take his time, to be soft for you. because that's what princesses deserve.

he kisses all the way down to your lower abdomen. he looks up at your face, flushed and expectant. he kisses your clit and you push yourself to him. he kisses it again, again and again. it's swollen with need and aegon feels himself getting harder for you.

he brings his fingers on your cunt, slowly touches your entrance and lets the wetness there coat his fingertips. he starts rubbing your clit, kisses your belly. nothing he does is painful, all of it feels perfect. like a fucking princess treatment.

he rubs your clit with a soft pressure, teasing your entrance and not giving you what you actually want. "aegon, harder. do it harder."

he smirks. "i don't think this is the right attitude for a princess. you should say please to get what you want."

"hmm, no. not all princesses are delicate and gentle. you should've knew about that."

his smile broadens. "my mistake, then. tonight tell me anything you want and i'll give it to you. we can talk about the princess attitude tomorrow."

"can't resist me?"

he shakes his head. "fuck, no."

he rubs your clit harder, his thumb circles it and he puts his two fingers inside. you clench around him, ask him to do it a little harder and he obliges. he has no choice. no choice against you.

he makes you come on his fingers. the orgasm gives your muscles relief and you smile. you kiss him after he licks his fingers and you taste yourself on his lips. you take off his underwear and his cock rests against his stomach.

"come, lay down for me." you say coolly.

he does as he's told. you sit on his thighs, start stroking his already hard cock and make him close his eyes under you.

"that's okay for you?" you ask.

"anything you want is okay for me."

you position yourself on his cock and start moving on top him. he lifts himself closer to your body for a moment, tries to help you adjust. you hold his hands as you move, your muscles clench and you moan softly. you keep moving for a few moments and then decide have a little fun.

"aegon?"

"hmm?" he is so lost in his pleasure.

"my legs are tired."

"is that so? well, i can't possibly be a man who lets his princess move in pain now can i?"

he changes the position and now you're under him. he starts moving a little faster, tries to find a pace. "that's it, fucking perfect. not gonna last."

you wrap your arms around his neck, stroking his hair. you moan for him, his name falls from your lips. "my love."

he fucking loses it then, moves faster inside you. "call me that again."

you arch your back as he carries you to your peak. "oh, my love."

he kisses your lips in a passion that you've never seen before. it only takes three more thrusts and he pulls himself off you, comes on your belly. he makes sure you're alright after your second orgasm that night and puts his head on your chest.

breathing sounds fill your room, he leaves the bed for a moment and grabs a clean towel from your bathroom to clean you and himself. you look sleepy now, he is quick to return to bed next to you, pull the covers on and holds you on his chest.

"so, are we not fake dating now?"

he smiles. "we are definitely not fake dating after how you've made me feel now, princess."

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abbyromanoff · 1 year

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Only When You’re High - Trouble Series Part 2

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x reader

Word count: 2586

Warnings: almost smut, cocaine use, weed use, alcohol consumption, partying, typical 90’s homophobia, self-homophobia, angst, jealously, possessiveness, fights, sad R,

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“What did I tell you, Y/M/N? She is not to be around that girl anymore, I won’t allow it!” You were sat on the couch, head in your hands as you looked down at the floor. Your parents were furious when not seeing you at home. And after reading the letter, your father was even angrier.

“I can’t defend you on this one, Y/N. Do you have anything to say for yourself?” Your sniffles were loud, deafening in the nearly quiet room. You couldn’t look them in the eye, the disappointment on their face was too much to handle.

“I’m sorry.” Was all you could muster out before they sent you to your room, anger present in their mood.

You walked with defeated shoulders hanging low, your arm barely holding onto the railing at your side. When you entered your room, you laid down with a plop. Tears streamed down your eyes as the regret settled in. Your diary sat on your nightstand, it had always been a sort of escape when you needed it. When you wrote your problems down it was like you could understand them better, it was like you could finally accept it for how it is.

You were ten minutes into writing, your hand slowly starting to cramp up as you aggressively moved the pen across the paper. You were so deep in thought that you didn’t even hear something hitting against your window until there was a slightly louder bang. You jumped, running to your window to see what or who it was. When you opened your blinds, you saw Nat sitting there on the half roof outside of your room. You were on the second floor, your parents being right downstairs most likely still arguing over you.

You opened the window and ushered Nat inside, seeing the way she shivered from the cold.

“Nat! You need to wear a jacket!” You rushed to grab a blanket and direct her to sit on your bed. She shooed you off but let you cover her in the soft fabric, smiling at the careful manner you handled her. You sat next to her, looking anywhere but in her direction while her eyes didn’t leave your fragile-looking body.

“What did they do?” Came her small voice in a hushed tone, clearly trying not to show how much it hurt to see you like this.

“I’m grounded for two weeks. Luckily, they didn’t smell any smoke on me, though.” She nodded in understanding, taking your hand in hers. The feelings returned. How could your stomach flood with butterflies just from a simple touch?

“Well, I’m going to a party tonight at Steve’s house. You wanna go?” Did she not hear what you just said?

“Nat, I’m grounded. I can’t go out.”

“So what? I get grounded all the time, as long as your parents don’t catch you, you’ll be fine. Now, you coming or not?” She held out her hand for you to take, watching your hesitant face with hope. Fuck it. Why not? Your parents can’t keep you cooped up here forever, you were an adult, you could do what you wanted.

“Okay, I’ll go.” She smiled in victory, pulling you through the window as if she was an expert on your house already.

“Okay, be careful now.” She helped you down, closing the exit just a tad bit so you could still get back in after. Your body was riddled with fear of being caught, but you knew that with Nat by your side, everything would be okay.

Only ten minutes later and you both arrived at the house, Nat’s car being parked in front as she opened the door for you. You took her hand once more and followed her inside, loud music blasting your ears.

“What? Too loud for you?” Nat chuckled, dragging you onto the couch in the room next to you. Your thigh landed on top of hers, your eyes landing on her own when she held it close to her body. It was like she wanted everyone to see you both, even though they couldn’t. If they saw you like this, who knows what could’ve happened? It could get out to the school, your friends, and worst of all; your parents. You couldn’t even imagine what would happen if they caught you at a party with the girl they hated, practically sitting on top of her.

“Nat, are you sure this is safe? I mean, there’s a lot of people we don’t know and-”

“Shh, sweetheart,” She shushed you with a finger to your lips. “I’ve got it under control. Don’t you trust me?”

“W-well, of course, I trust you! I just- I don’t know if this is completely safe.” She shooed away your worries as her friends walked closer to you both, her attention nearing in on them. She didn’t let go of you, it was like she wasn’t afraid of people seeing you in such an intimate way. But, maybe it was normal. Maybe all of her friends did this with her. That thought only hurt you more, you wanted to be the only one she was close with and held so tightly.

“Nat! You made it!” They all shared a handshake and spared you only a quick glance before sitting down on the chairs around you both. You felt cornered, there were too many people, you wanted to leave.

“Nat, I think I’m gonna step outside for a minute.” She didn’t seem to have heard you as you walked off, accidentally hitting people on the way. The moment you stepped outside the cold breeze hit your face. It all was too overwhelming, the loud noise, the drinks, the smoke, it was all too much. You looked around and found a stool where a beautiful black-haired girl sat. You didn’t care to ask if you could sit next to her, you just needed a break.

“Hey- wow, are you alright?” She yelled out. Even with the close proximity, it was hard to hear a word she said.

“Yeah, yeah, I am. Uh, I’m sorry, did I take your seat?”

“No, there’s enough room for you.” She placed her hand on your back reassuringly, sending a soft smile that you quickly got lost in. Wait, no. What were you thinking? You just met this girl and you were already over the moon? But you couldn’t help the way her warm hand on your cold skin made goosebumps erupt over your skin. And the way her hair fell perfectly in front of her face to show off her dimples made you want to kiss her then and there. What was getting into you?

“I’m Kate. Kate Bishop.” She held out her other hand for you to shake, which you did. It was clear that she was waiting for a response back, but you could barely even focus on anything but her breathtaking face.

“Y/N. Y/N Y/LN. It’s nice to meet you, Kate.”

“You have a beautiful name, what’s it mean?” What it means? No one had ever asked something like that. But, you liked it. You enjoyed the way it seemed to have actually been meaningful, it felt as though she actually wanted to get to know you.

“I have absolutely no clue if I’m being honest with you, Miss Bishop.” She chuckled at the name you gave her and took a sip of her beer. She didn’t seem to be over the drinking age, but if anything, no one here was. You both chatted for what felt like seconds but in reality, was nearly an hour. Things just flowed easily with her, you felt like you could actually speak to her even if you only just met her.

While you and Kate were getting to know one another, Nat was stumbling all over looking for you. She didn’t know why she cared about your well-being or if you were safe, but she did. Her vision was blurred as she tripped over herself, the drugs and alcohol running through her system weren’t helping. Shit, she couldn’t find you anywhere. Where the fuck did you go?

The moment her body made its way into the doorway, she heard your contagious giggles. She hated knowing they weren’t coming from her.

“Y/N, what the fuck are you doing out here?” Her words barely even made sense, they were all jumbled up and slurred. You jumped out of the girl’s hold when seeing her, instantly getting your apologies ready.

“Nat-”

“Let's go.” She gripped your arm tightly, her firm hold scaring you. Kate stood up after you, giving the woman a glare before reaching out to you. Nat stopped her.

“Back off of her, Nat.” You didn’t know how Kate knew her name but she did. They must not of taking a liking to one another, you could sense the tension from a mile away.

“Why don’t you mind your own business and go back with your little friends, I’ll take Y/N off your hands for now, got it?” It wasn’t so much a question as it was an order. Kate didn’t seem like the toughest girl, but she didn’t back down and she didn’t fear the taller redhead.

“Look, Nat, how about you just back off and nothing happens, okay? Y/N here doesn’t need to get hurt and neither do you.” You hated to say it, but her confidence turned you on. It awoke something in you, something you only ever felt for Nat.

“Oh really? You think you’d beat my ass?”

“With the way you can’t even hold yourself up, yeah, I think I would.” You could tell that if you didn’t stop this now that it wasn’t going to end well for any of you. You moved out of Nat’s grip, standing in between the pair and pushing them away from one another. Kate backed off as you hoped, but Nat didn’t.

“Nat, let’s just go home, alright? No one needs to get hurt.” She glanced at you, then back at her, and back at you before making up her mind. With a huff, she removed your arm from her chest and dragged you with her, giving the middle finger to Kate before leaving. The car was parked in a secluded area near the front, close enough where you could walk back in under a minute but far enough where no one could see you. Nat took this to her advantage.

You had her arm slung over your neck as her vision continued to blur even more the farther you went into the dark night. When you reached the car door to sit her inside, she slammed you against the vehicle. You had shock written all over your face as she took you by surprise.

“What the fuck did you think you were doing back there?” Her heavy breath was on your lips, you could practically taste the alcohol.

“What were you doing back there? Weed? Shots? You promised me we would be safe-”

“And I kept my promise, you didn’t get hurt, and neither did I-”

“Yeah, well you almost fucking did!” You fired back, the anger bubbling inside of you matching your harsh tone. She was clearly taken back as were you.

“Don’t get all feisty with me now, love.” You gulped, trying your best to look anywhere but her gaze. She didn’t let that slide. Her fingertips grasped your chin as she did many times before, knowing the effect it had on you.

“Listen to me, Y/N.” She said, “You’re mine. You belong to me. Not that Kate bitch, not that boy next door, and certainly not that jock I’ve been seeing you hang around.” You could sense the anger in her locked jaw and strained eyes that were bloodshot red.

“I don’t want you near that bitch ever again, you got that?” You nodded in agreement, your eyes being locked on her slightly chapped lips. She didn’t miss it.

“What? You wanna kiss me?” She chuckled, her hand still being left on your chin as the other went to hold your waist. She brought you closer to her body, feeling the heat radiant against you.

“Nat, we shouldn’t.” This was wrong, beyond wrong.

“Shh, no one needs to know, baby. I won’t tell anyone if you promise not to tell a single soul about what I’m about to do, okay?”

“Yes, Nat. Just- please kiss me already.” Her lips felt like heaven, like a sip of water in a desert. You couldn’t care if anyone could see, if anything, you wanted them to. It felt too good to let go, and when she did, you immediately wanted her back on you.

“Shh, I promise to kiss you better soon. But, for now, we can’t have anyone see us. Get in the back, I need you.” You listened to what she said, even if you had no clue what she meant.

“Fuck, you looked so good tonight, I just couldn’t help myself.” You didn’t know if it was the drugs talking or her but either way, you loved it.

“Nat, I want you. I want you so bad.” Her mouth was back onto yours, this time it wasn’t as passionate, it was forceful and full of lust. Her hands rested on your inner thigh, her fingertips moving closer and closer to your core. Before it could go any further, a group of loud jocks walked by, startling you two. You pulled back, the both of you trying your best to hide yourselves so they wouldn’t see you. Luckily, they were too focused on their drinks to see you both. You let out a heavy sigh, the fear of being caught finally being weighted off your shoulders.

“Fuck, is it bad that I wouldn’t care if they saw?”

“Nat-”

“No, listen to me. I want you, Y/N, I want you to be mine. I know it’s wrong but I just can’t help the feeling I get when I’m around you. You make me feel so fucking good inside, I don’t know how to describe it. It’s like my weed, I can never get enough of you, even if it will damage me in the end.” You wished she meant it, you really did. But you knew how she got when she was high or drunk, and this was it. You knew she’d regret it in the morning, just like she always did. You were tired of breaking your own heart with someone who couldn’t even love you.

With one last sigh, you let her arms go, watching as they fell to her sides in defeat.

“I know, Nat, you told me these exact same words two weeks ago. Why don’t we get you home, I’ll check up on you again tomorrow. Sound good?” She smiled at you, giving one last kiss to your addicting mouth before plopping down onto the seat.

“Mm, have I ever told you how pretty you are?” Only when you’re drunk, you wanted to say. Only when she was baked out of her mind was when she wanted you. Why couldn’t she love you? The real you? Not the one that she saw when her vision was ruined and her nose was burning from the cocaine she had snorted back inside. You wanted the real her and the real love, but you were sick of begging for her to change when you knew she wouldn’t. What did you get yourself into?

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barcalover86 · 11 months

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GAVI ONE SHOT part 2

Summary: After Xavi finds you in an intimate moment with Gavi at your office, things are starting to have a turn.

Will you lose your job?

Little spoiler alert, so you know what happens - Gavi- panick attack (Real Madrid - Fc Barcelona)

Part 1 here 👆

Gavi was kissing your neck and took your hand to put it on his hard one. You didn't even hear the footsteps because you were so into the moment, until Xavi, after several knocks, came into your office.

When you saw him, you panicked so hard that you almost fell again.

Gavi took his shorts to cover himself, but it was obvious that he was only in his underwear, on your office bed with you besides him.

What Gavi felt in that moment was something that he had never felt. He wasn't scared for his career, but yours. He knew Xavi wouldn't let go of him because he was an important player, but you.. you were at the beginning. The time when you had to make your trust to others and now because of his stupid men needs, you could leave the team.

He didn't feel something for you, this being the second time he actually looked at you. You were only a clumsy girl who had a chance to work at her dream job and know he had ruined it.

When Xavi saw the two of you together, he immediately closed the door.

"Gavi, ponte los pantalones y en 5 minutos quiero que estés en mi oficina, y/n!" (Gavi, put on your pants, and in 5 minutes, I want you to be in my office, y/n.)

He somehow felt miserable. He looked at you only to see you looking at the floor. He felt sorry, but it didn't affect him. He was only a football player and you a girl that had nothing to do with him.

He left you without saying a word, and you went to Xavi's office like he had told you.

"Can I come in?" you asked while knocking

"Si, por favor"

You sat in front of him. He looked at you with disappointment.

"I wanted to offer you an opportunity. To give you a chance to make your dream come true. You seemed a girl who didn't make any problems. I was never that wrong in my interly life, y/n! I get it, you like Gavi, but why here? Why couldn't you wait 4 more hours? Why risk it all?"

Your eyes were starting to tear up. You were afraid that if you opened your mouth, you will cry. You wanted so bad to tell him that it wasn't your fault, but somehow it was. You let Gavi touch you.

"Now don't you stay here and cry! I wanna know the truth!" he was now more furious.

You didn't want to blame Gavi. You just couldn't. You were afraid of his career more than yours, and that made you question your heart. You weren't in love, were you?

"C'mon, y/n! I am trying to give you a chance to explain your behaviour!"

"I don't know what to say, truly. I am so sorry that this happened, and I don't know what got into me. I would never do such things like that, especially at work! I am not even experienced with this stuff. Why would I want to try it at work and risk my job? I truly don't know what got into me. I just couldn't refuse. My body couldn't say no. Lo siento mucho, Xavi!"

He was so disappointed in you, but understood that fact that you were in love. He wanted to make you learn from your mistakes, especially since you are only a 18 year old. You were just a child. But as well, he couldn't get over the fact that this might happen again, so he asked you to go home and come back tomorrow when he would tell you his final decision.

You were sure that he would want you to never come back there.

Gavi was sad all day long. All the thought was your face when you saw Xavi.

"Hermanito, que pasa?" asked his sister.

"Nada"

The next day, he saw you going to Xavi's office. Your face was sad and tired. Tomorrow, they had an important match with Real Madrid, so he had to go to training.

The match was at 20 (8 p.m.). Now, it was 2 hours earlier, and Gavi was freaking out. He didn't see you where all the people that worked for Barca were. He started to panick. Maybe Xavi fired you for real. Pedri was really concerned about his friend and felt sorry for both of you. Gavi said that it was his fault and the night before he couldn't even sleep. All he thought about was you. Where were you, how were you, what were you doing? It drave him insane. He was crazy over you.

He saw Xavi and decided to go and ask him about you, but then Xavi walked away angry.

That was it. You were gone, and it was only hid fault.

In the chancing room, he was so silent that everyone was concerned about him. He usually talked to everyone and now he didn't even had the energy to be awake.

"Vamos gavi, te necesitamos para ganar. Por favor, despierta estos 90 minutos y luego puedes estar tan triste como quieras." tried Balde to cheer him up, but only made him even sadder.

"Come on, Gavi, we need you to win. Please wake up these 90 minutes, and then you can be as sad as you want."

The first 20 minutes were balanced. Both teams were going hard for the win. You were staying home watching the match. Now you had another reason to watch it. Gavi. He seemed ok, not in pain at all, but that was all a lie. He suffered the most.

He was trying so hard to keep his mind on the game, but every minute, he was looking for you. Maybe you came here later, but that wasn't the case. Maybe Xavi even told you never to come again to this stadium.

All these emotions were killing him, and at the minute, 30', when everyone in the stadium was shouting his name, he felt his heart break. Barca was going to attack. Pedri gave the ball to Lewa, and he scored. 1-0 for Barca, minute 31'. Everyone was screaming. Every Barca fan was happy, even you at home, except Gavi.

He fell to his knees, camera to him. At first, he seemed so happy for the goal, but the true was that he started to cry. He was crying so hard that he couldn't even breath anymore.

He tried so hard to catches the air, but not a chance. His face went pale and his mind stayed on your face. He started to panick and again, looked for you. You weren't there and that made him lose his mind. He fell on the floor, unconscious.

Now people were screaming in shock.

You didn't know what happened. Was Gavi OK? He was not!

Doctors came and took him out of the field. Xavi was in completely shock and was scared for the boy. After 5 minutes of him staying with the doctors he called your name.

"Y/n-"

AHHH HOW WAS THIS? Part 3 ? Let me know if you like this !

NOT MY GIF!

#fc barca #fc barcelona #football #gavi #pablo gavi #pablo gavira #pablo martín páez gavira #gavi x you #gavi imagine #gavi x yn #gavi x reader

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arabella-s-arts · 7 months

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So I just finished Promising Young Woman.

I loved it.

But probably one of the scariest parts of it is Bo's character of Ryan. I knew it was a bad sign when Ryan showed up to ask her out again after she gave him a fake number. And it was even worse when they just "happened" to come by his apartment.

These are not the scary parts, the scary part is that I liked his character for the majority of the movie. I saw the signs, but he was just so charming, and funny, and sweet, that I couldn't help but like him. And I saw what was coming too. I guessed it, because if Ryan was such a good guy, then why would she be in the nurse get up later in the movie?

When we found out he was there that night, I should've been furious, instead I was just disappointed and sad. When Cassie confronted him, I had hoped that he would show that he felt immense guilt for his actions, but he ended up being like everybody else.

I knew he had to be like everyone else for the movie to take the trajectory it did. But I got to know him, and I wanted to believe in him.

So that's what is truly terrifying about that movie. That I could like a person like that while knowing the outcome. That I could still care about him, just a little bit, after everything, because I'm mourning the person I thought he was.

#promising young woman #to make it clear #I have no sympathy for people like that #the doers or the people who watch #in real life #to be honest #I was a little disappointed that she wasn't killing anyone #but I understand #why she wasn't #and it works best for the message #if she doesn't

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mana-jjk · 3 months

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y’all walk with me in the five minutes i have left of free time ;;

tw: suicide attempt, parental abuse

toge who has been an idol since he was a child x new and upcoming idol yuuta

• toge who grew up in a famous family who immediately pushed him to the limelight since the moment he was born

• he was one of the youngest child idols at the time, he’s always had a voice that captured attention and was exploited for it.

• he spent his entire childhood isolated from others, homeschooled, no friends, no choice in what he got to do or who he got to talk to, and under the scrutiny of the public’s eye

• his parents even forced him to take specific medications to keep his voice from changing, they withheld affection but paraded him around like a prize dog.

• everything changed after his suicide attempt.

• he woke up in a hospital for the first time, voice gone from his attempt, and lifeless with disappointment.

• his parents were furious at the loss of his voice and the attention he drew to them, to the point where they couldn’t even disown him without public scrutiny.

• years go by and toge remains in the spotlight for his looks and dancing ability. he’s often involved in movies/series that involve mute characters, but he’s far from the popularity he used to have.

• it’s at one of the fan meet and greets before his attempt that yuuta meets toge for the first time.

• yuuta had grown up completely normal, and had watched a few shows that featured toge. he’d always been awed by him, there was such an untouchable aura about him that always captured everyone’s attention.

• when yuuta hears that there’s a meet and greet, he doesn’t even hesitate. yet when he’s finally there, naturally he freezes up.

• the security is rushing him, his hands are sweaty, and there’s a growing line behind him. part of yuuta is ready to run far away, yet it’s toge who waves the security away. who smiles at him kindly, takes his hand gently, and talks to him patiently.

• yuuta blurts out that someday he wants to shine as bright as him, and that’s the only moment toge’s eyes dim. but the shorter boy smiles regardless, and on his card, he writes, “i hope you shine brighter than the stars in the sky. i’ll be waiting for your debut! - your first fan, toge.”

• a few years later, the news breaks that one of the biggest child stars has just attempted to take their life.

• for the first time, toge seemed human to him. he’d always had impressive acting ability, and his glow on stage when he danced never wavered, but his eyes were what gave him away. even looking back to their first meeting, they seemed so sad that he couldn’t bring himself to look away.

• so for years, yuuta works hard with his childhood friend as his manager to rise in the ranks. he gets his big break when the biggest recording studio in the country discovers him and sends him an offer to sponsor him with a new, male idol group.

• he doesn’t even hesitate to say yes and soon he’s meeting his fellow members, megumi and yuuji.

• gojo, the owner of the studio, lets him in on a little secret, he’s trying to recruit toge too.

• cue yuuta being interviewed and always hinting at his celebrity crush, unknowing that toge has been watching the group since it was announced.

• toge at this time has mainly switched to acting roles, where he meets maki on-set of a movie. and panda who works as a camera technician. they’re his best friends, and he’s finally out of his parents house, but still feels compelled to cater to the public. yet not enough to join a full-blown idol group.

• the black-haired boy who sings his heart out on stage seems familiar, but he just can’t put his finger on it.

are you still walking with me because i’m kind of sprinting now <3 i just think toge deserves to be dazzled by idol yuuta who still fumbles his way talking to him shyly up close, i love that for him

please picture yuuta pushing his hair back and winking on stage to toge in the crowd, turning around to go to his dressing room and immediately collapsing into a blushing, pathetic pile of mush.

toge, hiding in the crowd in disguise, red-faced and wondering when his shy fan turned into a heartthrob who could flirt

i always say this but feel free to ask me any questions about any au’s or works i have, i will absolutely avoid my homework to answer you <3

#inumaki toge #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #yuuta okkotsu #inuokko #ottoge #jjk panda #maki zenin #megumi fushiguro #itadori yuuji #idol au

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smytherines · 2 months

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Alright. We know that Owen is trying to get Chimera's surveillance network up and global, to have "a world without agencies, a world without spies, a world without secrets."

We also know that the US government is attempting to do basically the same thing as Chimera.

Hear me out. What if it isn't that Owen doesn't care about exposing men like him and Curt. What if he's actually, in some weird way, trying to protect Curt? Or liberate him? Or at least, men like them?

Like maybe it started out as wanting to destroy Curt, as DMA he certainly wanted to kill Curt. But he didn't. I don't think he would've even if Tatiana hadn't rescued him. At least not from behind, without showing Curt who he really was first.

DMA was a role for Owen. He probably tortured a bunch of people. He probably even enjoyed it. He's kind of fucked up after breaking probably half the bones in his body and watching his partner run away before getting a building exploded on him. I think it's easier for him to be DMA than to be Owen Carvour. He is literally masking (autistic Owen headcanon for the win).

Owen has no logical reason to tell Curt about his plan or reveal who he really is after killing Von N*zi. The only possible reason is to get Curt to chase after him. So much of my Owen Carvour headcanon is based entirely on the acting choices Joey Richter makes during the staircase scene, because holy shit it is truly spectacular (obviously Curt Mega does an amazing job too, but it doesn't subvert anything about the character for me until the Big Reveal).

It looks like Owen has so much he wants to say, he has the gun on Curt for quite awhile just chattering away at him, but he's so furious and he hates Curt so much and he loves Curt so much that he can't find the words. He tries to be icy and distant and cold and condescending, but he looks... I dunno, incredibly sad? He's frustrated, like he cannot understand how Curt still worships all of this macho spy shit, working for a government that would destroy him for being gay.

My headcanon is that Owen wants to dismantle everything Curt ever believed in because what he believes in led to Owen nearly dying and Curt diving off the deep end with his alcohol use. Their governments destroy men like them, and having a surveillance network will only make that task easier. If Owen has control of that network, he'll be a God. Nobody will be able to touch him, or use his secrets against him. Maybe even somewhere in the back of his mind he thinks that he'd be able to protect them, as a couple.

Back to the acting choices, the part where Curt reminds Owen of their relationship, where he steps right into the gun and Owen lowers it (pointing it at Curt's heart, ugh) and he genuinely looks hesitant, he looks taken aback, like he didn't expect Curt to care about him or about their relationship at all anymore. And then he remembers what Curt did to him, remembers how much he suffered for Curt's hubris, maybe has a lil PTSD flashback of his own, and raises the gun back up and says "that secret died the night you left me for dead." That whole moment is just... a really tremendous acting job. He loves Curt, but he can't forgive him. He hates Curt, but he can't kill him.

It's a great scene on paper, but the choices they make here are all perfect. The staircase scene swap really drove this point home for me too, because actor Curt Mega is incredible, he nails the menace and the arrogance that are definitely part of that performance, but it's a cold read and definitely a different read on the character.

The thing that makes me an Owen Carvour apologist is how much emotion and vulnerability and uncertainty Joey Richter puts into the role. For an evil guy doing evil guy shit, he doesn't play it very arch. He does the menace and arrogance, but those aspects keep getting pushed to the background by the little breaks in his voice and the sadness in his eyes.

For me, the moment before Curt pulls the trigger, Owen looks almost... disappointed in him? Like he really thought that despite everything that has happened, that Curt would never choose to hurt him on purpose. I said it before, but it's like in some way he's still in the rubble waiting for Curt to save him. To care enough about him to save him.

I know how I interpret this show is based a lot more in acting choices and real-world politics and my political beliefs than it is in the text of the show, that this is a genre show with genre rules, but I really fucking appreciate having gay characters who were canonically in a relationship, who have enough complexity and are played with enough sincerity for people (me) to have long, involved headcanon about them.

(Also to be very very clear, actor Curt Mega does an incredible job in the staircase scene, the moments where agent Mega gets to be vulnerable and sincere are some of the best acting moments in the show and hurt every single time, when he steps into that gun I feel like I'm dying)

#tin can bros #spies are forever #agent curt mega #owen carvour #curtwen #joey richter #curt mega #staircase scene #why cant i stop thinking about this show #how does it get better every time I watch it #this has to be witchcraft honestly

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I’m so curious, obviously for years Lincoln has had complicated feelings about Warriors as his son but what were Ganondorf’s thoughts on what he heard about Warriors?

May I introduce you to the biggest thorn in Lincoln and Ganondorf's marriage?

So the story starts long before they ever got married. In fact, Ganondorf was happily married to his first wife when Lincoln barged into his palace, pale-faced because he just found out that the woman he almost married was pregnant with what is probably his child. Delightful.

They both agreed that Lincoln had to do the right thing and step up, even if Ganondorf was a little sad about the idea of his best friend getting married.

Luckily, Lincoln still didn't marry Marigold. However, the conversation where he had to tell Ganondorf that he wasn't going to be in Link's life was... interesting. Ganondorf could not understand how Lincoln could walk away from his own child. Lincoln insisted that he was only walking away because Marigold insisted, but Ganondorf fully believed that Lincoln should ignore Marigold's wishes and do whatever it would take to be in Link's life.

This argument got bad. Really bad. They ended up agreeing to drop the subject and not bring it up again, but it was a real sore spot for many years.

Even when they married, Ganondorf never dared to broach the topic. Lincoln was still sensitive about the whole ordeal and Ganondorf... I wouldn't call Ganondorf insecure. He's a very confident man. But he is very aware that since he can't leave the palace, there are parts of Lincoln's life he can never reach. Sometimes, it's easier to pretend that those untouchable parts of Lincoln's life just simply don't exist.

It was easier to bury any concerns Ganondorf had about Lincoln's bastard child than to risk disrupting the seemingly delicate balance of their relationship. (He didn't realize that the balance wasn't delicate and that their marriage was rock-solid, but he would figure that out eventually).

Then the war started.

This hasn't come up in story yet, but canonically, Lincoln and Ganondorf had no contact during the two years Hyrule was in the War of Eras. Why? Because Lincoln knew he was being watched and monitored by the Sheikah. He didn't dare to even send a coded letter to Ganondorf in fear that it would reveal Ganondorf's existence to Impa.

Lincoln and Ganondorf mutually agreed to this (and had some great goodbye sex about it), but it was still hard going no-contact for two whole years.

Unable to leave his palace, Ganondorf had to content himself with whatever rumors he heard about Lincoln from his own messengers.

Lincoln and the Hero of Hyrule hate each other? That was going to be one hell of a conversation to have, but nothing that pegged Ganondorf as worrisome.

That Lincoln legitimized a second, previously unknown bastard out of nowhere? What the fuck?

Ganondorf trusts Lincoln to the ends of the earth. He always believed Lincoln to be a good, honor man who would never lie to him. But by the ancestors, this one tested him.

And he had to stew in that for two years. Two. Whole. Years.

When the war ended and Lincoln was certain that Impa was no longer interested in spying on him, he finally went to the Gerudo Fortress for a long awaited reunion.

And listen, Lincoln's not an idiot. He figured Ganondorf got wind of what happened. He just didn't expect this to trigger the biggest fight of their marriage.

Ganondorf finally unloaded years worth of disappointment he had for Lincoln not being a father to his own kid. And when Lincoln finally explained the story behind Linkle, Ganondorf then was furious that Lincoln would try to keep him a secret from her.

Lincoln still insisted that respecting Marigold's wishes was the right thing to do, though Link turning out to be a terrible person didn't hurt his case. As for Linkle, he kept reminding Ganondorf that his existence had to be kept a secret and it wouldn't be right to unload the weight of that secret onto a child.

Ganondorf ended up kicking Lincoln out of the palace. He wasn't allowed back in for two weeks.

Here's the thing: Ganondorf is a king. Not only that, but he's good at being the king. Logically speaking, he knew that Lincoln was right about not telling Linkle the truth. But it's the principle of the matter, and he didn't want Lincoln to think he could ever get away with this again.

When they finally talked again, they were both calmer and willing to talk it out. Basically, they came to a bit of a truce:

Lincoln admitted that he was wrong for not stepping up to be Link's dad, though his blame for what Link did since stops there

Ganondorf and Lincoln would agree to disagree about how much Link's long list of atrocities are Lincoln's fault

While Ganondorf can insist that Lincoln deserves some of the blame, he also agrees that it may be too late for Lincoln to repair his relationship with Link

Lincoln will tell Linkle about Ganondorf the moment she is ready to hold that secret, whether she's an adult or a still a kid

When it's time, Lincoln has to introduce Linkle to Ganondorf himself (Linkle spends so much time in Gerudo Town that Ganondorf could feasibly force their meeting, but he knows that this is something Lincoln has to do himself)

Lincoln has to at least consider trying to reach out to Link in a neutral manner (or, at the very least not try to ruin his life out of spite)

If Ganondorf ever learns that Lincoln has another bastard child running around from anyone who isn't Lincoln himself, then he's going to divorce his ass and throw him into the dungeon

#fighting about warriors? oh honey it's linkle that's the actual problem for them #Ganondorf is a really confident guy but he knows that since he can't leave the palace there are parts of Lincoln's life he can never have #access to. and i wouldn't say he's insecure about that but he is sensitive to how easily Lincoln could hide something from him #lucky for him that Lincoln is overall a really honest man #but yeah on the whole there's a bit of an imbalance #at least in return Ganondorf technically has more political power than Lincoln. in another life Lincoln is a trophy husband #me rambling #lu ctb #ask #linked universe #anonymous #ctb spoilers

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anonymousewrites · 7 months

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Adolescent Antichrist (Book 4) Chapter Five

Father Figure! Lucifer x Teen! Reader

Chapter Five: I'm a Goddam Person

Summary: (Y/N) is attacked, and Lucifer and Chloe's friendship breaks.

Chloe groaned as her phone rang. It was bad enough they had no leads on their latest murder since every clue led to a dead end and someone with no reason to kill her. Now Chloe was close to tears as Lucifer called out how she had spoken to Kinley and knew that she had a vial that could sedate, if not kill him. Lucifer had even tried to drink it despite Chloe’s attempts to convince him it was nothing. She hated how betrayed he appeared as he gazed at her in furious silence.

But Chloe was on a case, and when she saw Dan’s name as the caller, she answered it. Her eyes widened as he related the information to her. She turned to Lucifer even as he glared at her in betrayal. “Lucifer, I know you’re upset, and I swear I can explain everything, but we need to get to Oscar’s house. He’s the killer, and he’s trying to escape.”

Lucifer scoffed. “Fine. Put off getting rid of me by getting rid of a murderer.” He turned away from her and sullenly got into her car.

Chloe let out a sad sigh. She had really messed up. And she wasn’t sure if she could fix things this time.

Both Lucifer and Chloe were silent as they arrived at Oscar’s house. The lights were off, and Chloe entered the unlocked home with no issue. There was no one around.

“Well, no one’s here. Don’t tell me you brought me here to get rid of me with no one looking? That would be low, even for you, Detective,” said Lucifer venomously.

“Lucifer, I swear, I’m not going to hurt you. I don’t know why no one’s here, but I’m not trying to hurt you. I promise. You have to believe me,” said Chloe, trying to get control of the spiraling situation again.

Her phone went off again, and Chloe answered in frustration. “Yes?”

Ella’s hurried voice came over the speaker. “Chloe! We just got Oscar’s records in, and we just found the weirdest thing. The house he lives in is owned by the Catholic Church, he’s been visiting a certain church regularly, and a priest named Kinley has been paying his rent to the church for him.”

Chloe’s eyes widened at the mention of Kinley.

“Ella, he’s not here,” said Chloe.

“I’ll get Dan and track down where else he could be. Maybe he has another place to stay,” said Ella. “Somewhere he actually owns.”

Chloe paled as she made a terrible connection. “I know where he is. Get backup to Lux.” She hung up.

“Backup to Lux? Detective, what’s going on?” said Lucifer, narrowing his eyes.

“Oscar is being paid by Kinley.” Chloe looked away from Lucifer’s face and took a deep breath. “He’s most likely on his way to Lux thinking you might be there.”

Lucifer froze. “(Y/N).” He was out the door before Chloe said anything else. His kid was in danger.

(Y/N) felt the shadows around them bristle wildly when a bang went off in the living room. They reacted instantly, rolling from their seat at the table and landing on the ground. They pulled themself behind the island and glanced up at the mirror hung behind the bar. A man was looking around the Penthouse with a gun. (Y/N)’s blood ran cold. Lucifer was out. Em wasn’t home. (Y/N) was alone with someone trying to kill them? Lucifer? They couldn’t be sure, but they had a feeling it really didn’t matter. The man had a gun. He could hurt them at the very least.

“Where is it?” muttered the man frantically. “Father Kinley said the abomination would be here. I must do my duty…”

Abomination? That’s a new one, thought (Y/N). Usually, their parents had just called them a disappointment, and some kids called them slurs.

(Y/N) moved around the bar as the man continued through the room, trying to avoid being seen. The man caught their eye in the mirror, and both froze.

Bang!

The man pivoted and shot at (Y/N). They scrambled away, and the shadows pulled up from the ground to create a brief shield. It shattered as the bullet hit it, but the lead fell to the ground with the pieces of shadow as (Y/N) made a run for another room.

Another shot nearly hit them, and (Y/N) turned on instinct, stumbling to the ground and pulling back as the man advanced on them, finger still on the trigger.

“What the hell do you want with me, you crazy fuck?!” shouted (Y/N). Stupid? Yes. Great distraction? Also yes.

“I am sent to avenge the Earth and stop Armageddon!” said the man, pointing the gun at them. “I will end evil and send you to Hell where you belong.”

He pulled the trigger, and (Y/N) shouted in fear. Another wall of shadows pulled up, and the man stared in shock at the moving darkness swirling around (Y/N).

“Monster! Abomination!” he cried as the shadows protected (Y/N). “Freak!”

(Y/N) snapped at the word freak. That was what their biological parents had called them. Every time (Y/N) didn’t live up to their expectations or fit into their mold of a “normal” kid, they were a freak. (Gender, clothes, attitude, everything and anything about (Y/N) was wrong wrong wrong to them). (Y/N) despised it.

“Don’t call me freak,” hissed (Y/N), the shadows sharpening around them. The man stepped back. “I am not a freak! I’m a goddam person!”

Their eyes flashed red, and the man cried out, stumbling backwards at the side. (Y/N)’s shadows overtook the room, and the man’s eyes widened as he stared at the definitely not human being before him.

“M-Monster!” cried the man in absolute terror.

Pure darkness saturated the room. There was no light, just (Y/N)’s fiery glare. They felt the itch of their wings wanting to appear, but (Y/N) pushed it back. They weren’t ready for that. But obscuring every bit of sunlight and turning the penthouse into a maze of shadow controlled by their own mind? Absolutely. The look of fear on their attackers face just made it better. It was partly rage pushing their powers so far, but it was also practiced precision at a grander scale.

“Monster? Me?!” hissed (Y/N), and the man cowered. “You came in here and tried to shoot me! The only monster here is you!”

The door of the penthouse dinged, and Lucifer and Chloe ran in. Lucifer paused, eye’s wide, and Chloe froze. The entire penthouse was bathed in darkness, bullet holes sat in the wall beside (Y/N), and they were standing over a terrified man with a fallen gun at his side.

“(Y/N)?” called Lucifer, more concerned about him than worried.

(Y/N)’s eyes went to him, and the darkness receded until just their own shadow remained. “Dad!” they said in relief, and then they collapsed from exhaustion. Lucifer ran forward and caught them.

“Detective Decker, get that filth out of my sight,” hissed Lucifer, glaring at the man.

Chloe broke from her shock. Her eyes followed (Y/N) where they took deep breaths in Lucifer’s arms. To see (Y/N) do that was nearly as shocking as Lucifer’s face had been, if not more so since Lucifer had been honest about being the Devil. (Y/N) had never acted anything but human.

“Right.”

Chloe cared about (Y/N), and she didn’t want them to be hurt by Oscar. She hauled him up and handcuffed him quickly. This would protect (Y/N), and it would show Lucifer that she was okay with him, with (Y/N). She wasn’t going to hurt them. Now she could see why he was so betrayed. It wasn’t just him that had abilities that could frighten humans. It was (Y/N). And Lucifer was a father. He would put (Y/N)’s safety above his own.

Oscar struggled against Chloe as she pulled him to the elevator. “Monster! Abomination! I must rid the world of your evil! I must stop Armageddon! I must kill the abomination!”

Lucifer’s arms tightened around (Y/N). He turned their face away. “You’re not an abomination,” he promised. “You’re a good kid. You’re okay.”

And even in the face of so much hatred, (Y/N) felt safe in their dad’s arms.

“Father Kinley?” Chloe walked purposefully into the church, and Kinley and Bishop Hoffman turned to face her.

“Ah, Detective Decker, just the person I’d like to see,” said Kinley. He smiled. “I need you to explain to Bishop Hoffman here what you saw on Lucifer Morningstar’s face.”

“That’s not why I’m here.” Chloe pulled out her handcuffs. “I’m here about Oscar Rivas.”

Kinley paled. “What?”

“You worked in the same parish as him. Quite the coincidence. And you were helping him pay his rent to the Catholic Church,” said Chloe.

“He’s a good man. A true believer. I was simply rewarding his dedication,” said Kinley.

“His dedication? You mean his willingness to kill to people and attempt to kill an innocent teenager?” said Chloe.

“(Y/N) (L/N) is not innocent. They are evil, an abomination upon this Earth,” seethed Kinley.

Chloe’s eyes narrowed, and Hoffman’s eyes widened in horror.

“Then you admit to knowing who you sent Oscar Rivas to kill,” said Chloe. “You’re under arrest.” She pulled out her handcuffs.

Kinley scoffed. “Bishop, tell her she’s ridiculous. I had no such connections to Oscar.”

Hoffman shook his head in horror. “A child, William? I’m sorry, but you’re sick, William.”

Chloe had hoped talking would help them. Lucifer had hoped for the same. But even after Kinley was arrested and (Y/N) was safe, their relationship couldn’t reconcile. There had been too much, and there were too many emotions attached to sort through.

“You’re the actual Devil, Lucifer.” Chloe was crying. “Every story of good and bad from throughout history, throughout time, says that you are the embodiment of evil.” All of her confused thoughts about Lucifer spilled out of her heart. “And how am I, Chloe Decker, a nobody, supposed to deal with that?!”

“And what about (Y/N)? Are you going to think they’re evil for their abilities, too?” said Lucifer softly, broken.

“No! No, no, that’s a child. A good, innocent child,” swore Chloe. “They’ve proved time and time again they’re good.”

“And I’ve been the evil the world says I am?” said Lucifer.

“I…” Chloe wasn’t sure how to respond. She’d seen Lucifer’s anger and ferocity as much as she’d seen his kindness and openness. “They said you’re evil—!”

Lucifer scoffed and stepped back from her. He turned his back.

“But then I returned,” continued Chloe softly. “And I saw you. I really saw you. And I remembered how you made me feel. And I realized, Lucifer, you’re not that guy.”

“No?” Lucifer couldn’t believe his words. He couldn’t afford to. Not when the betrayal had hurt so much to begin with.

“No,” said Chloe.

“What if I am that guy?” challenged Lucifer.

“That guy wouldn’t be the good father to (Y/N) that you are,” said Chloe. “And if you think you are, then you can change.”

“But what if I can’t?” He faced Chloe again. His Devil Face appeared, and she flinched away. “Could you accept me like this?”

“I…uh…” Chloe wasn’t ready to make eye contact with the Devil, yet. “You have no idea how much I want to,” she said honestly. She faced him bravely. “I do. I’m…I’m trying.”

“But could you?”

Tears rolled down Chloe’s cheeks. “I don’t know.”

Lucifer’s human face returned, and he scoffed lightly to avoid his own sadness from showing. Tears threatened to fall. “Then I have my answer.”

There would be no reconciliation that night.

“Lucifer and Decker aren’t going to make up, are they?” murmured (Y/N), sighing and putting their head in their hands.

“Tonight was a big scare,” said Em. “You could’ve died. I think the boss is scared about Kinley and his influence on people. Other people could try to hurt you, and let’s face it, you’re the boss’s top priority.”

“But Decker wouldn’t,” said (Y/N).

“They’re both scared,” said Em, shrugging. “Decker still isn’t sure around the boss, and the boss feels betrayed. I think it’s gonna take time.”

“…I wish that didn’t make sense,” said (Y/N).

“I wish it didn’t, either,” said Em. She glanced at (Y/N) and cleared her throat. “Uh, for what it’s worth, I’m sorry that I wasn’t here when you were in danger.”

(Y/N) put a hand out on Em’s arm. “It’s okay, really. I don’t expect you to always be there. And I took care of it.”

“But I feel so stupid because I want to help you, and I was gone for a really silly reason.” Em turned a bit red, and they stood up. She opened her back and pulled out something. “I had gone out to buy these.” They turned around to hold a bouquet of red tulips. “I feel stupid, now, but they were for you.”

(Y/N) fought not to turn pink and failed abominably. “Me?”

Em cleared her throat. “Yeah. I wanted to…” They trailed off and groaned. “Damn, this is so stupid, this isn’t the time.”

“Go ahead, Em,” said (Y/N), leaning forward. “I’m doing fine.”

“I wanted to ask if you wanted to go to Homecoming,” admitted Em. “I thought the flowers would be nice, but now there was this attack, and you’re tired and probably in shock, so I just feel stupid—”

“Oh, shut up.” (Y/N) rolled their eyes fondly. “I’d like to go with you, Em. Homecoming would be fun with you.”

Em turned a bit red and averted her gaze. “Well, we’d also be with Leon, Marcel, Olive, and Noa, so you don’t have to feel that pressured, it’s okay—”

“Seriously, shut up. I wouldn’t say yes if I didn’t want to.” (Y/N) smiled at Em.

“Great! Great.” It was amusing to see Em stumble over her words. “Uh, here.” They awkwardly held out the flowers, and (Y/N) took it.

The night had been terrible, and Lucifer and Chloe were struggling, but (Y/N) and Em had found some good in all the tragedy.

Kinley finished his prayers and stood up as Bishop Hoffman entered the room of his holding cell. “Your Excellency. Did you change your mind? Are you here to get me out?”

“I am here to take your confession,” said Hoffman diligently.

“I have nothing to confess,” said Kinley.

“William,” said Hoffman. “You are responsible for the deaths of two people and the near-death of a third, a child. For what?”

“I’m trying to save lives,” said Kinley, as convinced and passionate as ever. “To stop the prophecy.” Hoffman shook his head in exhaustion as Kinley repeated the prophecy. “ ‘When the Devil walks the Earth and finds his first love, evil shall be released.’ ”

“Enough with this damn prophecy you’re obsessed with,” said Hoffman.

“The Devil is walking the Earth,” said Kinley.

“His Holiness has issued an order,” said Hoffman, interrupting Kinley. “You’ve been excommunicated.”

Kinley looked down but kept his decorum. “I…may have failed, temporarily, to prove that Lucifer is the Devil, but I nearly removed his first love.”

“That child?” Hoffman looked at Kinley, aghast.

“He sees them as his own child with a true paternal love. They are the prophecy coming true,” said Kinley in deep conviction. “They must be pushed apart and removed. The Antichrist cannot be allowed to walk the Earth alongside the Devil.”

Hoffman sighed. “Lucifer Morningstar is not the Devil, and (Y/N) (L/N) is not the Antichrist. Give up this foolish obsession. Make your confession. Ask God for forgiveness for your sins.”

Kinley stared solemnly at Hoffman. “I will not ask forgiveness for being right.”

Lucifer held his head in his hands, and a drink sat abandoned on the coffee table. The moon was high in the sky above him, but he had no idea how long he’d been sitting there, stuck on the rift between him and Chloe.

“Are you okay?”

He looked up to see (Y/N), wrapped in a red throw blanket, looking at him. He forced on a smile. “I should be asking you that.”

(Y/N) sat down next to him. “You know I’m okay. I was mostly just shaken by how strong my abilities were.” They looked at him before he could open his mouth. “But I’m more worried about you.”

Lucifer sighed. “It seems the Detective and I have reached an impasse. She still can’t accept who I am.”

“I think she accepts more than you think,” said (Y/N). They nudged his shoulder. “You guys will be okay.”

Lucifer smiled slightly. “So optimistic,” he said fondly.

“Me? No. I have too much mental illness for optimism. But I do believe in truth, and you and Decker will be fine. I’m sure,” said (Y/N).

Lucifer smiled. “You’ll have to believe for the both of us.”

“No problem,” said (Y/N), smiling back. They spread out their blanket around their dad. “I have to take care of you, too.”

Lucifer pulled his kid closer. “That’s my job.”

“Sure, Dad, sure.” (Y/N) rolled their eyes and hugged him back. “Keep telling yourself that after all the problems I’ve solved for you.”

Lucifer let out a light chuckle. He was glad to have (Y/N) with him. They were really his kid in everything but blood. They meant the world to him.

Lucifer paused and looked down at (Y/N). Wasn’t adoption an option…?

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After the war, and after the recovery effort in Japan is started, Katsuki's family decides to take him away to recover. Maybe to some family who lives in another part of the country, somewhere quiet.

He is reluctant, especially when he and Izuku have kind of established some sort of talk about what had happened the past year, what they were feeling, about the war, and about each other... and part of their healing was done with them being inseparable.

Things are starting to go really well between them, and a lot of the air is even more cleared. They're kind of on the same page about some very strong feelings being mutual, but they haven't committed to doing anything about them, or making something official.

They just are now aware just how much they mean to each other. Even if they don't know what to call it.

So Katsuki is kind of annoyed to be taken away from that at this juncture. There's a lot of rebuilding to be done with UA as well and he kind of wants to be part of that. His parents promise that he can take part, but they want him to have at least a couple of weeks kind of removed from the whole area, the campus(where he was literally killed) away from hero work, to refresh and focus entirely on healing himself.

He obliges because he doesn't have the energy to fight his parents on it, let alone participate in the rebuilding efforts just yet as his body readjusts...but he is MOST bothered by the idea of leaving Izuku.

Izuku, at the same time, is asked by a sympathetic Inko, to stay home in Mustafu while his father is finally allowed to return home for a reunion with his wife and kid. He is disappointed that he can't at least take leave with Katsuki to make it easier for him.

So, they compromise by getting themselves connected by FaceTime/Zoom like programs, and they talk every night, and text everyday. They will drop everything to take a quick call from the other and they will use their nightly video chats to talk about everything that they have done in the day, though Katsuki is loudly frustrated that he is "doing nothing out in the middle of nowhere" but Izuku gently laughing, telling him that that's exactly what he is supposed to be doing and it's OK. But then a sad smile and a "I wish I could be out there with you..."

Katsuki staring at him deeply thru the monitor, and softly asking "What about your old man? Everything good?"

Countless times, they will just fall asleep together with their laptops next to them, still on call, wrapped in their blankets.

Their parents turned the computers off for them in the night ONCE but after the boys having horrible nightmares and waking up to a blank screen, they learned to just leave the boys to it. Their energy bill is a small price to pay for their boys having less anxiety attacks from not sensing the other on the other side of the line.

Unbeknownst to the boys, Inko and Mitsuki talk too, about how their kids are doing. And start talking about perhaps taking BOTH families on a combined vacation at some point in the coming months. They'll plan that as things pan out and as UAs continued curriculum schedule for 1-a becomes more concrete.

Once the few weeks away are finished, and Katsuki admittedly feels, physically, a lot better, Katsuki tells Izuku the second he is 5 minutes from the Bakugou home. Izuku drops what he is doing, barely says a rushed, blurred sentence to his parents as he gets out the door, and races across the neighborhood to Katsukis house to be there precisely when the Bakugous pull up to their home.

Katsuki gets out of the back of the car and immediately catches Izuku as he careenes into him. Scoffs and calls him a big, overly affectionate nerd even as he returns the embrace with a look that anyone else would describe as contradictory; prickly, angry and annoyed.

But it's distinctly "kacchan" and Izuku can pull back and see the furious shade of pink on his cheeks, and his eyes cast defiantly away, both lovely and crimson, the right one healed and only the skin of his cheek still marred with soft scarring.

"Welcome home, Kacchan!" He cheerfully laughs, and Katsuki playfully pushes his freckled face away, but smiles the most real smile he has in weeks.

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Stained Glass Windows - Chapter Fifty Three

Life was complicated, but they wouldn't have it any other way.

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Hi friends,

As always, thank you so much for your love on this fic! It genuinely means the world to me.

This chapter kind of got away from me and is about 2 x the length of the average SGW chapter. I really hope you like it, please let me know what you think <3

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The silence is suffocating.

It wraps around her lungs making it hard to breathe. Sadness that feels all too familiar climbs up her throat, burning a path on its way up and she swallows thickly in an attempt to push it back down, left with the bitter taste of pre-emptive disappointment in her mouth. She turns to look at Aaron, his finger still lingering over the playback button on the machine, his eyes conveying the same surprise she felt.

“Play it again,” she says, speaking before she was even aware she was going to. Aaron looks up at her, his eyebrows furrowing as he shakes his head ever so slightly, his constant need to protect her, even from a voicemail from her estranged mother, as endearing as it could be irritating.

“Em-”

“Play it again,” she repeats, harsher than she intends to be as she cuts off his refusal, whatever his soft and kind words would have been. She can’t take them right now, can’t hear them, because she knows they will be her undoing. He stares at her for a second, his lips pressed together as he physically holds back his rebuttal, and he presses the button.

“Emily, it’s your mother. Of course, you know it’s me, it’s probably why you haven’t answered. I know you don’t want to see me, and I know why, but I wanted to speak to you. The incident a few months ago opened my eyes and…well I’ve been going to AA for two months now. I get my two-month chip in a week. My sponsor asked if I was going to invite you and I thought I’d call. It’s at the same place as last time. I hope to see you there. But I understand if I don’t. I lov-”

Aaron watches his wife as she folds in on herself as the message comes to an end and once again plunges them into silence. She crosses her arms so tightly over her chest that he can see how her fingers dig into her triceps from where he’s standing. He can see the tension in her jaw, her teeth clenched together as she desperately tries to stop herself from being affected by her mother.

He knew it was a lifelong battle, one Emily often lost. Her relationship with Elizabeth as complex as it was broken. Torn apart and patch repaired countless times, stitches running over stitches, barely a single part of it without damage. He wished more than anything that he could fix it for her, that he could take away her pain. All of his promises to not give Elizabeth a piece of his mind all but choking him, lodged in his throat as he steps towards his wife.

“Em-” He starts, but he’s cut off by a sharp cry from upstairs, the echo of it coming across the baby monitor between them on the counter. “I’ll go get-”

“I’ve got her,” Emily says, snapping into action and interrupting him as Lily continues to cry. It’s easier to do this, to look after her daughter than it is to think about her own mother, to consider once again reshifting what their relationship looked like.

“Sweetheart,” Aaron says, placing his hand on her arm and squeezing, “It’s ok, I can do it. You-”

“I said I’ve got it,” she repeats, her voice harsh as she all but spits the words at him. She felt tightly wound, her back straight and shoulders pulled together, weighed down by disappointment and the feeling of being blind-sighted, furious at herself for allowing her mother to affect her like this. To sneak under her skin and make her feel off-balance with nothing other than a voicemail. She sees the concern in Aaron’s eyes, how he’s clearly doing whatever he can to give her what she needs, always there to love her in whatever way she needs. She sighs and places her hand on his, linking their fingers together as she squeezes, “Just give me a couple of minutes, okay?” She asks, a hint of desperation to her eyes he hasn’t seen in a while, “I just…I need a minute.”

Despite it going against every instinct he has to pull her close, to delete the voicemail and act as if they’d never heard it, he knows it’s not his decision. That his need to protect her and their family overrode all sense of anything else, her happiness his highest priority at any cost. He nods and leans forward, pressing a soft kiss to her lips.

“Of course, sweetheart,” he says, kissing her once more before he pulls back, “I’ll give the two of you some time.”

She smiles gratefully at him, hoping that he sees everything she wants him to in it. Her love for him, for the way he loves them. She squeezes his hand before she turns away, walking out of the kitchen and towards the stairs quickly, taking them two at a time so she can comfort her little girl. She steps into the nursery and switches on the light, some of the tension in her belly easing just a little when she sets her eyes on Lily.

“Hi sweet girl,” she says, crossing the room and smiling down at her daughter. She unzips the sleepsack Lily was in and lifts her into her arms, her lips against her dark hair as she settles her against her chest, “What’s wrong, huh?” She says, a quick pat of her onesie-covered bottom enough to let her know it wasn’t a diaper change that was needed. She chuckles as Lily sucks on her tiny fist and she kisses her head again, “I see, Mommy’s got you.”

She settles into the chair they keep in the nursery, big enough for her and Aaron to both snuggle into if they want to, and she adjusts the neckline of her dress as she settles Lily into the crook of her arm, wincing when she sees the top of her breast has started to turn red. She sucks in a breath as Lily latches on, the discomfort sharp like it had been right at the start. She watches Lily as she feeds and she strokes her knuckles softly over Lily’s temple, feeling the soft dark hair and letting it ground her.

No matter how much she tried not to, she’d always think of her own mother in quiet moments like this. Questions that she knew she’d never get the answer to about what the early months of her own life looked like flooding her brain. Whether her mother ever looked down at her and felt the same way she did about Lily, the love all-encompassing and overwhelming just as it had been the very first time she’d looked at her.

“I love you so much, Lily,” she says quietly, stroking patterns on her daughter's skin as she continues to eat, “And I hope you never ever doubt that.” She looks up as she hears the door open and she smiles at her husband as he stops in the doorway.

He has a large glass of water in one hand a cut-up banana on a plate in the other. He clears his throat as he steps towards her, still trying to keep his promise to give her space.

“I figured she’d be hungry, so I brought you a snack for whilst you feed her,” he says, crossing the room and placing the plate and the glass down on the small table next to the chair.

“Thank you, honey,” she says, endlessly grateful for him, for how he looked after her even when she didn’t want him to. How he knew the difference between when she didn’t want him to look after her but needed it, even when she didn’t see the difference herself. He turns to leave, but she stops him, the idea of being anywhere without him suddenly making her breath catch in her chest, “Stay,” she says, the one word stopping him in his tracks. He turns to look at her, his lips pressed together as he tries to see if she means it. She smiles softly and reaches the hand that isn’t securing Lily to her out to him, “Please, stay.”

Aaron doesn’t need asking again, and he sits next to her in the chair, his arm around her shoulders as she settles next to him, “Is she okay?”

Emily nods and tilts her head to look at him, “She was just hungry,” she says, smiling softly as she looks back down at Lily, scrunching her nose up at the continued discomfort, “I think I’m getting an infection again, though,” she says, feeling relief when Lily pulls away, “It hurts.”

He nods as he takes Lily from her carefully, throwing a muslin cloth over his shoulder as he settles his daughter against him to burp her. He rubs his hand on the baby’s back as Emily readjusts her clothing, a barely disguised wince on her face as her bra makes contact with her skin.

“I’ll call your doctor in the morning,” he says as he continues to rub circles on Lily’s back, “See if she can get you an appointment.”

She smiles and stops herself from saying she could call the doctor herself, well aware that this was something she could let him have.

“Thanks,” she says, popping a slice of the banana he’d prepared for her into her mouth before she rests her head on his shoulder, her eyes fixed on Lily resting on his other one. She stares at her sweet face, the nose she’d given her and always hated until she saw it on her baby, her chubby cheeks and dark brown eyes. She sighs, her heart growing so big in her chest that it feels hard to breathe, “Sometimes I wonder how I made something so perfect.”

Lily chooses that moment to burp, something that draws a laugh out of both of her parents, and Aaron kisses the baby’s forehead.

“She’s perfect because you are, sweetheart,” he says sincerely, turning his head to kiss Emily’s temple, “She gets everything from you.”

Emily hums and reaches out to stroke Lily’s cheek, smiling sadly the infant is already falling back asleep, content and safe in the embrace of both of her parents.

“When I was growing up everyone always used to say I looked just like my mother,” she says, sharing something she’d shared with him countless times before, all the more poignant this evening with a message from the other woman still on the machine downstairs, “I never used to see it,” she says, looking up at him, shaking her head at her younger self, “Which is ridiculous because I do look like her, which means Lily does too,” she presses her lips together and laughs humourlessly, “I guess I just didn’t want it to mean that I was like her, you know? That the similarities only went skin deep.”

“You’re nothing like her, Emily,” he says with no hesitation, barely waiting for her to stop before he speaks, as if he’d been holding it back all evening. She smiles at him and cups his cheek, her thumb skating back and forth over his skin.

“You’re sweet.”

“It’s true,” he insists, looking down to see Lily was now fast asleep against him. He stands up and walks her over to the crib, laying her down and zipping her sleep sack back up around her as he continues to talk, “You love everyone around you so entirely it sometimes makes me worry you don’t keep any of it back for yourself,” he says, turning back to look at her, slipping back into his space on the seat, his arm back around her shoulders, “And you’re a fantastic mother. There’s a reason Lily always wants you, and it’s not just because you’re the one with the boobs like you always like to joke,” he quips, raising his eyebrow as pre-empts her usual follow up comment, “It’s because even now she knows how much you love her, how safe you make her feel.”

She stares at him, all her words caught in her chest as she tries and fails to know what to say. She settles on kissing him, her hand on his cheek again as she holds him in place. She sighs as she pulls back, her forehead against his as she blows out a breath.

“I don’t know what to do.”

He cups the back of her head, his fingers tangling into her hair, “I know, baby, but you don’t have to figure it all out now” he says, once again wishing he could make the decision for her, “If you do decide to go, I’ll come with you.”

She shakes her head as she pulls back, “No, if I go…I want you to stay here with her,” she says, nodding towards the crib.

He doesn’t agree, she can feel it in the way his grip tightens on her, his protective nature of her, even if it was her he was protecting her from, as much of an instinct to him as breaking, but he nods anyway.

“Okay,” he says, kissing her, “I’ll do whatever you need me to do.”

She smiles and leans in to hug him, her arms tight around him as she presses her face into his shoulder, breathing in the scent of him, the scent of home.

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She purposely stays near the back.

As she walks through the doors it feels like she’s stepped back in time, as if she’s a twenty-something who was here to support her mother all by herself, as lonely as she’d ever felt as she sat and listened as her mother was handed a small chip by a stranger. A round piece of plastic that was supposed to signify the start of a new stage of their life. It feels like history repeating itself, and she has to remind herself that while she’s physically here by herself, she isn’t alone. She has a baby and a husband at home who love her, the latter of whom had looked at her with complete sincerity only an hour ago when he said he could come with her if she changed her mind.

She might be alone right now, but she wasn’t lonely. She hadn’t been in some time, and she knew she never would be again.

She sits in the back row of the seats that had been laid out, her hands twisting together in her lap, her fingers grasping her wedding rings, as she watches and listens whilst a handful of people are handed their sobriety chips. She can’t breathe when her mother steps onto the small platform in front.

She looks the same. She doesn’t look sick, or like she’s lost any weight. She looked the exact same as she had the last time Emily had seen her over a year ago at her house when she’d gone over to confront her about her drinking. For a reason she can’t explain the reality makes her ache. The fact it had been a year, that her life had changed beyond recognition in that time, seemingly insignificant as Elizabeth shakes hands with her sponsor and takes the chip she’s offered.

Emily considers sneaking out the moment the meeting is over, not sure why she’d come in the first place, but she locks eyes with her mother and she knows she can’t. She sucks in a deep breath as Elizabeth politely finishes her conversation with who she’d been speaking to and she crosses the room.

“Emily,” she says, her voice calm, her armour impenetrable as always as she stands in front of the daughter she’d been estranged from for so long, “I didn’t think you’d come.”

Emily presses her lips together and looks at the floor as she clears her throat, “Honestly, I didn’t think I would either.”

They fall into silence. It’s tense and thick and rests over them like a cloying blanket, the heat of it making Emily’s cheeks feel like they are burning red. It’s awkward, like it always had been, and Emily hates that it feels normal.

“Would you like to get a coffee? I think we should probably talk,” Elizabeth says, and Emily nods, her arms tight over her chest as she looks over at the coffee machine in the corner, some of the other attendees standing around it, “Not here,” Elizabeth adds, following her line of sight, “The coffee here leaves a lot to be desired, but there’s a cafe down the street where it’s more bearable.”

She nods again, “Ok, sure. I can stay for a coffee,” she says, smiling tightly as she follows her mother out of the church, a building nestled away on a nondescript street. A place that was hiding in plain sight, where many recognisable names in DC sought anonymity that only being them could buy.

They walk in silence during the short journey to the cafe, neither one of them sure where to start, the fractures of their relationship deeper than they had ever been. It’s only when they sit down and have given their coffee orders that Elizabeth speaks.

“It’s not like you to order decaf,” she says, looking at her daughter curiously across the table they were sitting at. Emily folds her hands together, once again twisting her rings around her finger.

“Well, I do have a baby,” she says, the fact this was the first time she’d ever spoken to her mother about her daughter not lost on her, “It’s a bit late in the day to give her breast milk laced with caffeine.”

Elizabeth nods, a tightness to the movement that Emily not so subtly hopes is regret, “I suppose that makes sense.”

Their coffees are brought over, and the waitress clearly picks up on the tension between them and leaves without small talk. Emily wraps her hands around her mug of coffee, the heat of the ceramic against her skin a relief from the ache in her chest.

“When Aaron…” Elizabeth trails off, almost immediately choosing to rephrase her choice of words, “When I last saw Aaron he said you’d had the baby. He wouldn’t tell me much,” she says, raising her eyebrows, the movement making a flash of anger burn through Emily’s gut, “Did everything go okay?”

Emily swallows thickly to push back down the fury she doesn’t want to let out here, not sure her mother deserved even that from her let alone anything close to forgiveness.

“We had a bit of a scare when she was being born but she’s okay,” Emily says, purposely giving Elizabeth a little more information than she knows Aaron had all those months ago when he’d picked her up from the police station, “She’s perfect actually.”

“She? I have a granddaughter?” Elizabeth asks, and Emily sighs, already desperate to protect her little girl as if she were right here with her.

“Yes,” she replies, sipping her coffee, “Her name is Lily.”

“Can I see a picture?”

Emily couldn’t explain her resistance to the question if she tried, everything in her screaming to say no even though she knew it was harmless, that showing her a picture wasn’t going to change anything. She nods, pushing through her initial instinct as she pulls her phone out of her pocket and unlocks it, quickly finding a picture of Lily that she’d only taken the night before. Lily is laughing in the picture, content in Aaron’s arms as she giggles at his serious face, apparently having inherited the lack of effect it had on her from Emily. She passes the phone to her mother who smiles as she looks at it, a brief softness to her eyes that Emily had only ever seen a handful of times in her life.

“She’s beautiful,” Elizabeth says as she passes the phone back over, “She looks just like you did when you were a baby.”

Emily locks her phone and slips it back into her pocket, “Thank you,” she says, the two of them falling back into silence again, the tension making Emily want to do nothing other than leave and go home to her family. She sighs, “Look, Mother-”

“I know I owe you a lot of apologies,” Elizabeth says, her eyes fixed on the table between them, “You know better than anyone I’m not any good at them.”

Emily laughs and nods, “I guess I do.”

“You were right to be angry the last time we saw each other, and Aaron was right to be the last time I saw him,” she says, looking up at her daughter, “You deserve better.”

She looks at her mother and blows out a steady breath, her lips pressed together as she tries to stop a sad smile from breaking out over her face.

“I do deserve better,” she says, “I know addiction is complicated,” she says, not put off as her mother flinches at the word, “I know that it’s a disease, but it doesn’t make coming second to it any easier to take. I’ve been a mom for four months and I can’t imagine ever putting anything before her. ”

“I’ve made a lot of mistakes,” Elizabeth says, “And my sponsor says an important part of recovery is making amends-”

“Is that what this is?” Emily asks, her brows knitting together, “You’re here hoping I’ll accept an apology and then what? We go back to not speaking?”

“No,” Elizabeth insists, shaking her head, “I want to be a part of your life. Of…” she trails off and Emily feels the anger burning in her belly again.

“Lily.”

“Of Lily’s life,” she continues, “But I know it is going to take a long time for you to trust me again. For us to be anywhere near where we used to be.”

Emily scoffs, “We weren’t exactly in a great place anyway, Mom,” she says, shaking her head when Elizabeth looks somewhere near shocked, “There’s so much we’ve never spoken about,” she says, looking at the time on her watch, seeing it was already later than she said she’d be home to Aaron, “And we aren’t going to fix it all tonight. I need to get home.”

“I’d like to try at least, Emily,” Elizabeth says, the sincerity in her voice making Emily make eye contact with her, “I know you feel the need to protect your little girl, but please don’t forget that you’re mine.”

Emily blows out a breath and shakes her head, wiping away a stray tear that escapes as she does so.

“Haven’t I already given you enough of myself?” She asks, addressing the liver donation for only the second time in her life, “Where does it stop? When do I get to be the one who doesn’t always have to give?”

Elizabeth looks like she wants to argue with her but she stops herself, “I’ve asked a lot of you over the years, often without even saying thank you,” she says, “I am sorry about that.”

Emily swallows thickly, the apology she’d waited years for lacklustre and not even touching the surface of the hurt she feels, of the hurt that felt like a permanent part of her.

“Can I ask you something?” Emily asks, and Elizabeth nods in response, “Why now? Why get sober now after relapsing for so long?”

“Well,” Elizabeth says carefully, “When I saw Aaron-”

“That was three months ago,” Emily cuts her off, crossing her arms over her chest, her short nails digging into her own skin through her sweater, “You’ve been sober for two. Why now?”

Elizabeth stares at her for a second, her lips pressed together in a firm line before she nods.

“The secretary of state came to me. Apparently, news of my… indiscretion with the DC police department made it to her. She had concerns.”

Emily laughs bitterly and shakes her head, “So, your boss came to you, your job was at risk and that was when you decided to stop?” She asks, her mother’s silence the only answer she needs, “I should have known.”

“Emily, you know how important my work is. You love your job too.”

“I changed jobs,” Emily says, “After I had Lily I changed departments so I can be the mother she needs, so she knows she’s more important,” she feels on edge, her skin itching to get out of here, “I need to go,” she says, signalling for the waitress and asking for the check, “I’m happy to talk again at some point, to try to get back something but, I can’t do this right now.”

If her mother disagrees with her she doesn’t say anything, she simply watches as Emily hands her card over to the waitress, her eyes fixed on the small piece of plastic, her eyebrows raising as she reads the name on it.

“Emily Hotchner?” She asks, “You changed your name?”

Emily nods as the waitress puts the bill in front of her, signing it quickly, “Yeah,” she says, providing no explanation, “I changed my name. I am married after all.” She stands as soon as she has settled the bill, “I’ll call you, okay?”

Elizabeth nods as she stands too, “Okay, I…thank you for coming today.”

Emily smiles tightly, unsure what to do as she steps outside, her mother only a couple of paces behind her. She isn’t aware that she’s going to pull her Elizabeth into a hug before she does it, her body working on some kind of baser instinct, the inner child that lived deep inside of her still aching for her mother’s comfort even now. She winces as her chest presses up against her mother’s and Elizabeth looks concerned as they pull back.

“I have mastitis,” Emily explains, pulling back and putting some space between them, “I’m okay, my doctor put me on antibiotics.”

Elizabeth smiles at her, “Good, I’m glad,” she says, the silence between them awkward again, “I’ll see you soon?”

Emily swallows thickly as she nods, “Yeah, soon,” she replies, not entirely sure if she’s lying or not. They exchange goodbyes and Emily walks back to her car, numb to everything including the cold winter air around her. It’s only when she settles into the driver's seat and looks at the reflection car seat in the back in the rearview mirror. It’s the simple reminder she needs that she’s not doing this alone this time. That she has family, a solid foundation beneath her feet. She blows out a breath and starts the engine, desperate to be back with them as soon as she can be.

___

“Okay, Lily-Pad,” Aaron says, looking down at the little girl strapped to his chest, his smile widening as she looks up at him, “Mommy is on her way home and we are going to make her some hot chocolate.”

He wanted to go with her. He’d made no secret of it, every part of him itching to sit by her side as she saw her mother for the first time in over a year, but he also wanted to be supportive. To walk the fine line of knowing when to push her and when to simply let his wife do what she thought was best. This time he’d done as she’d asked, stayed home with their baby so she had something to come home to, a reminder of what she had now in comparison to the last time she’d been through this.

He makes hot chocolates to keep himself busy, narrating every step to his infant daughter as if she understood or cared, aware that more than anything his voice was still as soothing to her now as it had been when she was still in Emily’s belly. He pulls the marshmallows out of the pantry just as he hears the front door open and he places the packet down, his hand on Lily’s back as he leaves the kitchen.

“Mommy’s home,” he says to his daughter as he walks towards the front door. He smiles when he makes it, his eyes locking with Emily’s as she slides her shoes onto the rack, “Hi sweetheart.”

“Hi,” she breathes out, a weight lifted from her chest as soon as she sees them. She walks over and presses a kiss to Aaron’s lips, her hand resting over his on Lily’s back. She smiles as he wraps his arm around her waist, holding her close as his thumb sneaks under her shirt, rubbing gently at her skin. She leans down to kiss Lily’s head before she looks back up at her husband, “Have I ever told you that you look really good when you’re wearing a baby?”

He chuckles and presses a kiss to her cheek, “Only every time I do it,” he replies, smiling at her, his hold on her hip tightening, “How was it?”

She sighs and rests her head on his shoulder, “It was…she’s trying,” she says, her eyes sad as they meet his, “I just don’t know if it’s enough.”

He knows better than most when she means, how it feels to be the child of someone whose life was ravaged by addiction, and he simply pulls her closer, his lips against her temple as he replies.

“You don’t have to decide anything now, Em,” he says, pulling back to look at her, his smile loving and kind, “We can figure it out together.”

She nods and smiles at him, pushing hair from his forehead, “Yeah, together.”

He kisses her once more before he pulls back enough to guide her towards the kitchen, “Come on, Lily and I were making you a hot chocolate.”

She gasps in fake surprise even though she knew would have done that, her mind drifting towards the sweet treat the entire drive home.

“Really?” She asks, looking down at the little girl who was halfway asleep, “And Lily helped?”

“She was essential to the whole thing,” he says, squeezing her hip again, “You can even pick how many marshmallows you have.”

“Oh, you do spoil me.” She chuckles, shaking her head at her ridiculous, sweet, man as they walk into the kitchen.

After her mother had stopped drinking last time she’d gone to a few of her presentations and had always gone home to an empty apartment afterwards. She’d stared at the wine in her fridge before pulling a box of Swiss Miss out of the cabinet, one sachet left that was likely expired, and making herself a hot chocolate, unknowingly starting a tradition she would continue for years.

It was different now, better. And not just because Aaron had bought an expensive hot chocolate maker for her, or because he bought the best chocolate for it, but because he was here. Because he had made her one without her asking him to with their little girl strapped to his chest. Their house warm with love and comfort.

She’d think she was lucky, but she knew she’d fought hard for this, and that she would continue to do so for the rest of her life.

-x-

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lesbian-empress-nero · 1 month

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Ryuji Sakamoto fucking hates Goro Akechi.

Can’t stand the guy. The rest of the Phantom Thieves are wary of him, distrustful in Akira’s case, but Ryuji is the only one who harbours hatred for him.

But it’s fine. Akechi seems to feel the same towards him. Constant name-calling, casual insults thrown as though it’s nothing.

It’s no surprise they butt heads often. It’s gotten to the point where Ryuji almost enjoys it, almost likes finding out what clever insult the ‘ace detective’ can come up with, what witty retort he’ll have to Ryuji’s suggestions.

In turn, he irritates Akechi. Argues with him, actively voices his distaste for him within earshot, even calling him the Detective Prince instead of his codename. It’s risky, sparking Akechi’s ire, but it’s fun. Sometimes their bickering even draws smiles and laughs out of the others. When Akira had broken up their latest fight, he was obviously fighting back a smile.

What isn’t fun was when it turns physical. It isn’t fun when Akechi punches him in the stomach, it isn’t fun when Ryuji sees Akechi wince after accidentally putting more force behind his back-pat than he’d intended. What also isn’t fun is being dragged away under the pretense of ‘a secret scheme’, only to be on the receiving end of Akechi’s wrath again.

Ryuji stalks behind Akechi as they walk down a random hallway, hands stuffed into his pockets. He, of all people, had been chosen by the great Detective Prince to help him with whatever he was doing.

He thinks nothing of it, until Akechi suddenly whirls around, shoving him against a wall with his sabre drawn and pressed against Ryuji’s throat.

“Woah- what the hell, man-!?” Ryuji yelps, freezing. Akechi’s hand is strong against his chest, and he has a knee pressed into Ryuji’s gut. It isn’t the most comfortable position he’s ever found himself in.

“You, Skull, piss me off,” Akechi growls, ripping off his mask. He looks even more furious without it. Ryuji fights the chill that threatens to creep down his spine.

“Yeah? Mkay, can you tell me what the hell I did? Y’know, instead of pinnin’ me to a damn wall and threatenin’ me!?” Ryuji asks, desperately wishing he hadn’t left his bat with Haru. If only.

“I really ought to kill you instead. You know... I’ve never killed a Persona-user in the Metaverse. I wonder if you’d suffer a mental shutdown?” The sabre is pressed further into Ryuji’s skin, and he tries to escape the sudden wave of burning pain and nausea that washes over him. He hasn’t even done anything, and his knee is screaming. Everything hurts, and he’s helpless.

Akechi laughs. “All out of irritating banter already, Sakamoto? How disappointing. I was anticipating at least one pathetic retort from you.”

“Kinda- hard to talk... When ya’ve got- a damn blade to your throat-” Ryuji chokes out, going cold when he feels something warm and wet dribble down his throat. Blood. Akechi is drawing blood.

“...I really ought to kill you, yes... But I fear if you were to die after I employed your help, it would make the others far too suspicious of me,” Akechi laments, sounds almost sad.

Ryuji keeps his mouth firmly shut, refusing to make any sort of comment. He wants to scream that everyone already is suspicious of him, wants to fight back, wants to see Goro Akechi with a beautiful black eye and a few new bruises, but remains stubbornly silent. Goro Akechi doesn’t deserve a comment. He does, however, deserve to be punched solidly in the face. Just once.

Akechi studies his face, expression unreadable.

“...Why?” He asks eventually, and Ryuji immediately stares at him.

“What? Why what?” Ryuji asks, and Akechi grips his sabre tighter, but doesn’t press it any further into Ryuji’s skin. In fact, the pain alleviates a bit instead.

“Why do you get to live happily? Why do we share such similar stories, but you’re the one who gets to be happy? You’re disgustingly similar to me, but you get to live however you damn well please! It’s not fair!”

Rage is visible on every part of Akechi’s face, and his grip on the sabre is white-knuckled and tight.

“...Your words infuriate me. I wish you would hit me instead,” he mutters, then drops Ryuji, sheathing his bloodstained sabre.

“...We can talk about this later. Right now, we have to find whatever the hell it is you wanted to look for. After all this is over, I’ll give you the biggest black eye you’ve had in your damn life,” Ryuji promises, and Akechi pauses, and his shoulders begin to shake.

He’s laughing. When he looks back over his shoulder, his expression is nothing short of terrifying- but when he speaks, it’s three familiar words that Ryuji loves hearing from him.

“I hate you.”

the girls are fighting in a strangely homosexual way

its like their love language is violence. they might not realize it but they love each other's company just to fight each other. they both have violent tendancies and they let it out on each other. they're so similar in more ways than one. they both want attention and love, they both have a thirst for revenge and hatred... they're just so......

#nero answers #shackle-foes #ryugoro #persona 5 spoilers #p5 spoilers

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ceeridwen99 · 6 months

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BG3 Companion Endings !!Rant!!

Hello there.

I...I just need to get some things off my chest, and this seems like as good of a place to do it as I will get.

So, exactly 100 hours of documented time into my campaign, and I'm about to start a fresh game because I don't want to finish act 3.

Let me explain. Also !!!!*SPOILERS*!!!!!

This may be a bit of an unpopular opinion, but the conclusions to a lot of the questlines, once we reach BG, are either unsatisfying or utter trash. My main gripe comes from the choices--or lack there fucking of--when it comes to the conclusion of certain companion questlines.

(Note: This is NOT a post about whatever companion ending one thinks is "good" vs "evil". I honestly don't give a shit about what endings people choose for their games. My issues come from the endings themselves.)

This stems from my main group setup, Shadowheart, Karlach, and, of course, Astarion (also my romance). I played a bard!Tav. It goes without saying that I love all the companions, even the ones that I didn't mainly use. They're all beautifully layered and I love that they are actually influenced by your playthrough...for the most part.

We'll get there in a moment.

My point is, after spending a good 100 hours with these characters, you end up caring a great deal about them. I really looked forward to seeing how their arcs were going to come to a head when we finally reached BG...

Act 1: Phenomenal.

Act 2: Fucking Fantastic.

Act 3: What the hell was that!

Never mind the complete and utter lack of pacing in the third act compared to the first two, what the hell are those questline endings?! I've never been so fucking disappointed and furious in my life. Again, this isn't a post about "good" vs "evil", but my irritation that NONE of the endings are good, or in my case, satisfying.

For a game that really stresses choices mattering (and for the most part they do to a certain point), it really suffers from Telltale syndrome in its final act, where none of the choices actually end up mattering, but in truth, you're pigeon-holed into two, and if you're lucky three endings.

Shadowheart's ending (in the Selune path) is either losing her parents but freeing her from Shar's control. Or gaining her parents but being tortured for the rest of her life. I don't even want to go into the Shar ending.

Karlach's ending is just fucking sad no matter which choice you make, and even the patched ending--supposedly giving us a better conclusion--is just bittersweet.

ASTARION'S FUCKING ENDING! Oh my god, his fucking ending is either selling his soul and the souls of seven thousand innocent people to not get a fucking sunburn. OR being banished back into the shadows and releasing seven thousand feral spawn into the world-- because yeah that sounds like a fucking good idea. Even if you don't release them, you have a choice between leaving them behind to rot or fucking killing them, but in this instance, their lives really would have been for nothing. By the end of this questline (and it is beautifully acted I'll give it that) I just sat there with a pit in my stomach feeling like I fucked up somehow no matter what ending I chose. To top it off, I learned that we don't even get any information at the end about how our choices affect the world after! What the hell!

Even Wyll's quest! Why the fuck an "I" of all people making this choice for him?! Where the fuck is the option to make him choose, or even ask him what he thinks/wants. In fact, where is the option to make anyone choose for themselves? Only Shadowheart (I found) really has one during her quest.

I find it really hard to believe that one could write such complex characters with strong, differing, opinions--so strong that they will leave the party if they dislike your actions too much--but then make them rely on the PC to make the most important decisions in their fucking lives. This is such fucking lazy writing and a cop-out. All of the conversations, all of the growth, really is just boiled down to "What do you as the player want for them?" *feral scream*

More than this, why the hell are there only two (maybe three at the max) options in the first place? You give us dozens of ways to resolve quests in acts 1 and 2, and yet, here is where you want to pull the "Life isn't all sunshine and rainbows, everyone has to lose something to gain something in return" bullshit? What the hell, Larian!

Don't get me wrong. I'm a writer. I get that narrative. But not here. Not in a game like this. In a game like this, these "choices" feel like a slap in the face. This is DND, there are always more than two to three ways to solve something.

I know there are limitations. I know this doesn't have a DM who can make adjustments to the story on the fly to give an ending based purely on your choices. Even so, it is still highly disappointing (even more so for someone who plays DND and is a DM). I was so mad after these questline conclusions that it soured my playthrough. I don't want to finish this campaign because what's the point when I know the people I've spent 100 hours with, are going to get the short end of the stick no matter what I choose.

I went and looked at spoilers for the main story ending after this, and that just pissed me off more. Two or three endings and a piss-poor epilogue are what we get. Not even credit slides to let us know how our choices actually affected the world in the end. Why. Why. I don't even want to mention how dirty they did Astarion. That wasn't funny. Just fucking sad.

This game is overall a 10/10 for me when it comes to acts 1 and 2. It's fantastic. But Act 3 is a solid 2/10 for me, I'm sorry. There isn't enough content to fill the third act out either. I don't know if my game is bugged, but I can barely find any quests outside of what's picked up in Acts 1 and 2 and it's making running around the city seem aimless.

In conclusion, I'm mad and sad. At this point, I'm just going to replay acts 1 and 2 until this supposed Definitive Edition Larian is apparently good at putting out for their games irons out these inconsistencies, hopefully. (This post is just about companions, I also have many issues with the main story. *sigh*)

At least there is plenty of content in the first two acts to keep one busy, and even with 100 hours, I know I haven't seen everything. I'm also curious to know if my perspective of the third act will change with the Dark Urge, as I've heard good things about them being closer connected to the plot.

Who knows, we'll see.

Lol, this isn't how I expected to come back to this blog. If you've made it this far, thank you for listening to my rant.

Final disclaimer: Please remember this isn't about "good" vs "evil" endings. Also, if this is not at all how you felt, I'm glad you had a better experience than I did lol.

Alright, time to go write AU/homebrew fanfiction.

Stay tuned. ;)

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Firstly, congratulations bb for the 400!! You deserve more! 🥳🎉💕

Than bots lol

For the prompts may i ask for our blonde children to have fight and make up? Maybe just me that rarely see these 2 fight lol

WILD I LOVE YOU!!! enjoy some Sky babies! <3 I don't think they would stay upset with each other for very long

enjoy my take on "hey, what if link didn't win the wing ceremony?"

special thanks to my beta @badmoonbuns !!

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flying low

Skyloft was quiet.

The air was colder high above the small expanse of her world. Zelda tugged her knees to her chest and tucked the hem of her skirt under her feet so no wind could pass through. There was a heavy sense of sadness sitting on her chest that afternoon, a plaque that had built up since the morning: since the Wing Ceremony had ended and the little wooden statue of the winner did not sit in Link's hands.

It hadn't been the time or the place to confront her best friend, and the expression on his face should've been enough to make her realize he was just as disappointed as her, but she couldn't help herself. She was hurt, furious, because the Wing Ceremony wasn't something of luck. Link was a natural flyer, the best she'd ever seen, and she longed to know how he'd lost to Groose. How he could let himself lose to Groose, let her have to endure the ceremony at the top of the statue with Groose.

She'd looked at him on the landing platform, at the lost look in his eyes, and she couldn't help herself. She hadn't exactly been level headed. Zelda stepped up to him, voice low and quiet and sad, and asked,

"Oh, Link... Did you even try?"

They'd never argued that badly before. Well, maybe she shouldn't use the word argue, because that implied a heated conversation between two people. In their case, one person had been conversing and the other had been receiving all of the heat. Link had always been a quiet boy, never one to stick up for himself because nothing ever really seemed to bother him, but his quiet compliance in the face of her disappointment had angered her even more.

Cruel. It was a cruel question; of course he'd tried. Maybe he was a sleepyhead, sometimes a bump on a log, but he gave his all to everything he did--being upset was no excuse. But she thought he'd win. She'd planned for him to win, because her gift had been specially crafted for him; her song and all of her practice had been with him in mind! She'd had so much faith in him.

Zelda had turned on her heel, her back to him, and stormed off to get the ceremony over with.

It was a dumb ceremony.

It wasn't a big deal.

But it was, because she'd only get to be the Goddess Hylia this once, for her class, and Link didn't win. He wouldn't be the one on the statue with her. He would have another chance to compete, to win, to take on the role of the Chosen Hero before his official knighting, sure, but it wouldn't happen with her, and Zelda was jealous.

Jealous and bitter.

She hadn't come down from the statue. She'd sent Groose on his merry way after a song and some convincing, but the peaceful quiet at the top had given her the space to let herself feel. She'd sunk against the goddess and buried her face in her hands, cried until her head ached and breath heaved, and even when she calmed down, she didn't move.

It was over now. There was nothing she could do to change what had happened. Not the race, not the ceremony, not the things she'd said. Zelda could admit she'd been irrational all day: pushing Link off of Skyloft, not believing a word he said, nagging him about practice--and she crossed a line. After the race, he looked like she'd slapped him. She couldn't help wondering where he was now.

She leaned her head onto her knees and closed her eyes. The breeze cooled off the stinging skin of her puffy eyes and tear-streaked cheeks, and she was so exhausted that for a moment, she understood Link. She wanted nothing more than to fall asleep. Maybe she would've, had the sudden footsteps not startled her. An awful feeling hit her when she told herself it could be Groose again, coming back with the ego she'd squashed when she disrespected the ceremony by giving it the least amount of effort possible. Or maybe he'd told on her to a professor or her father, and they were coming to scold her for it. Reluctantly, Zelda turned her head.

Maybe she'd prefer the sight of her father right now, rather than a windswept and hesitant Link.

"Hi," he said. It was a wonder she could hear his whisper over the wind.

"Hi," she replied.

"Can I... Um. Do you want company?" he asked, one of his hands gesturing awkwardly to the space beside her. Zelda shrugged her shoulders halfheartedly. When he didn't move, looking like he was still unsure of himself, she said.

"Sure."

The air between them felt horribly wrong. He sat down, leaving a decent gap of space between them, and she tightened her hold on her legs. For a moment, neither said anything. She watched him trace mindless patterns in the dust with his finger.

"I'm sorry I didn't win," he said while. He was avoiding her gaze.

"It's okay," she told him--and that was when he whipped his head to face her.

"It is not," argued Link. "I promised you that I was going to win and then I didn't."

"Things happen." Promises got broken, but Zelda didn't want to be mad at him. She wanted to have her best friend again, so they could march around Skyloft and soar through the skies. "Groose needed it for his ego."

Link's nose wrinkled and he replied, "What for? It's already as big as his hair."

She would've giggled if she hadn't felt so sad.

"I'm sorry for saying you didn't try," she said. "I was just upset and-"

"No, you were right, Zelda. I should've practiced more. I didn’t take it seriously before today and I’m really sorry I let you down.”

“I wanted it to be you so badly,” she admitted quietly, leaning her head against her knees again. “Did I put too much pressure on you…?”

“What? No. Gods no, you didn’t-! Zel, the only thing you did was believe in me.”

Zelda gazed at him, at the look in his eyes, and offered a hand. There was no hesitation this time when he took it, making a tiny smile curve on her lips.

“I’ll always believe in you. Even next year, when you’re flying for some other Goddess.”

Link made a face. It was half a wince, half disgust.

“I’d rather never be a knight at all than be knighted by someone else.”

It was a stupid thought on his part, but it made her heart swell no less. An idea brewed in the depths of her mind; she’d already disrespected the ceremony once, what harm would a second time be? She scrambled unsteadily to her feet, dragging a confused Link with her in the process, and both of her hands grasped wildly for his.

“What if we did it anyway?” she suggested, her grip tight. “What if… What if we redid the ceremony, right now?”

“But I didn’t win?” he replied, brows furrowed. Zelda shook her head.

“Does it matter? I don’t— None of this is real, right? I don’t have the power to knight anyone. So what if I just…did it? With you this time?”

He looked at her as if she’d suggested throwing Mia off of Skyloft, but both events would have no real repercussions. Link thought, and thought, and to her utter delight, he nodded.

“I owe it to you,” he decided. “For sticking you up here with Groose.”

And it felt so much better, so much more natural to see him kneeling before her, his head bowed and hand in hers. Like he belonged there, looking every bit like the hero she knew he could be. It felt so good to remove the sailcloth she’d refused to give Groose from around her shoulders so she could hand it to Link instead. Something in them had healed, soothed by the ridiculous giggles of a secret ceremony, and when he stood up to meet her, she had the wild thought to kiss him.

Instead, Link offered her his hand and gave her a smile that could melt ice.

“Will my Goddess bless me with a race through the skies?” he asked and her face burned.

“You’re on,” she declared, and without warning, she leapt from the Goddess statue.

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