#i just. i can’t do this again. I’m not strong enough. i hate that son of a bitch so much

[asteralien]

I went in the tma tag to see exactly what’s up and is it. is it really about m*rtin fucking bl*ckwood. FUCK ME

#petty bitch moment incoming: if this heavily involves him?? #not only am I not listening I’m blacklisting the whole show unfollowing the blogs and maybe deleting my fic #i just. i can’t do this again. I’m not strong enough. i hate that son of a bitch so much #shut up myth #anti martin blackwood #bad opinion hours(tm) #i had to watch my boy get sidelined and belittled for this fucker’s sake for too long

[storiesforallfandoms]

cleaning ~ dean winchester;supernatural

word count: 2411

request?: yes!

“can you do dean winchester fluff like major fluff”

description: in which dean goes to her after a rough hunt so you she clean his wounds, and he reveals how much he dislikes hunting now

pairing: dean winchester x female!reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of physical harm

masterlist (one, two, three)

He showed up at my door, bloody and bruised and looking like he was on the verge of passing out. Most people would’ve slammed the door shut and called the police immediately, but then again, most people don’t know what I know abut Dean Winchester.

I extended an arm to let him give me most of his body weight. I struggled slightly, but I wouldn’t let him know. I guided him into my kitchen and sat him down in one of the chairs. It wasn’t the first time Dean had come over for me to clean his wounds, so I knew exactly what to do the minute he walked through my door. I filled a bowl with warm water, grabbed a number of cloths that I didn’t mind whether or not they became stained with blood, and grabbed a bottle of peroxide from under my bathroom sink.

I also poured up two glasses for Dean, one with water and one with scotch. I knew he needed to hydrate himself, but I also knew water was not the drink he wanted right now.

“What was it this time?” I asked as I sat down across from him. I dipped one of the cloths in the warm water and began to lightly dab it against his face.

Dean winced the moment the cloth touched his face. “Poltergeist. It was a strong son of a bitch this time. The usual salting was barely enough to keep us safe while we tried to burn its remains.”

“Is that how you got these marks?”

He nodded. “It tossed me around like a rag doll a few times.”

I winced this time at his description. “Do you need actual medical attention? I can’t do anything about broken ribs or fractured bones.”

Dean shook his head. “I’m fine. I just need rest.”

I finished cleaning the dried blood from his face and moved to use the peroxide to properly clean his wounds. He hissed the moment the alcoholic cleaner touched one of the wounds.

“Stop being a baby,” I teased. “We can’t let these get infected.”

“Doesn’t make it sting any less.”

I chuckled and shook my head at him. He acted so big and tough all the time, but I knew he was just a big baby. Not that I was going to say that to his face.

As predicted, Dean reached for the scotch instead of the water and downed it in one gulp. He placed the glass back on the table, not even glancing at the water I had given him.

“You should drink some water, too,” I said.

“Yes mom.”

He let out a shout of pain as I suddenly pressed the alcohol soaked cotton ball roughly against his wound. I smirked in pride.

This is how mine and Dean’s friendship started. He was hunting with my dad and, after a bad run in with the spirit, dad had brought Dean back to our house, bloody and on the verge of succumbing to his injuries. I worked fast to clean the wounds and stop the bleeding. He had been unconscious for nearly 24 hours, and I sat by his side the entire time. I think part of the reason why I did was because I felt responsible for Dean’s survival since I had been the one to care for his wounds, but the other part of me knew there was a deeper reason for it.

When he woke up, he thanked me for saving him, and that started our friendship. I wasn’t a hunter. I hated the business, in fact. My dad never wanted me to follow in his footsteps and I happily obliged. But that didn’t stop Dean from coming to me when he was in town on a hunt and he needed something; a place to stay, help finding information, and especially getting his wounds cleaned and bandaged up.

At some point throughout the many years of knowing one another, our friendship blossomed into something more.

When I finished cleaning and bandaging his face wounds, I got up to dump the red tinted water from the bowl into the sink, and to throw the blood stained cloths into the laundry hamper. Dean stayed sat at my table, his eyes on the empty glass in front of him. I could tell he wasn’t actually focusing on it. He had a glazed over look in his eyes that told me he was deep in thought.

“Does Sam know you’re here?” I asked. Dean nodded. “Okay. Go shower.”

That snapped him out of his trance as he turned to look at me in confusion. “What?”

“Well you’re not getting in my bed after a hunt without cleaning yourself up first.”

“I...I didn’t intend - ”

“On staying? I don’t care. You’re staying now. Go shower and I’ll grab you a change of clothes.”

He looked at me with confusion still, but once he realized I was being serious he got up and made his way to the bathroom. As I heard the shower start up, I made my way to my room to grab a pair of sweatpants, a t-shirt, and underwear for Dean. He had stayed over enough times that he had a bunch of clothes poked away in my closet, and I was sure his current wardrobe would join the collection.

I changed into pajamas as well and laid in bed to wait for Dean. I heard him turn the shower off, but there was a long pause before he came out of the bathroom. When he came out with just the towel wrapped around his waist, I couldn’t help but let my eyes linger over his body.

“Take a picture, it lasts longer,” he teased.

“I have, but pictures aren’t as good as the real thing.”

Dean chuckled and took the clothes I had left out for him. He changed, deliberately turning his back to me to tease me I was sure, before getting into bed and taking me into his arms. I settled against his chest, careful of any other bodily injuries I was sure he had but wasn’t telling me about. Feeling his warm body next to mine made me feel a wave of relaxation and comfort over my body. When Dean was off hunting I always worried about him, even if I knew Dean was a more than capable hunter. These brief moments we had, where we could pretend to be a normal couple, I cherished more than anything.

But I could still feel that there was something going on in Dean’s head. I could feel that he was still tense against me, but not in a pained way like if I was laying on a wound. I knew Dean well enough at this point to know when there was something troubling him.

I pulled out of his grasp, reluctantly, and sat up to face him. “Okay, what’s going through that pretty head of yours?”

He managed a half smile. “What do you mean?”

“I mean you’ve been very distant since you got here; looking off into the distant, taking long pauses when you think I’m not paying attention. Even now you’re laying here in my bed, a place that is safe where you can rest, but you feel just as tense as I’m sure you would be staying in one of those shitty motels during a hunt. Did something else happen tonight that you’re not telling me? Whatever it is, I won’t judge or anything. You know you can tell me anything.”

“I know I can,” Dean said with a sigh. “It’s not something that happened. It’s...I’m just tired.”

“Tired as in physically, or tired as in mentally?”

“Both.”

I sat with my back against the headboard and Dean sat up to mirror my position. We were sat side by side, the covers still pulled up over our legs. I reached out to take hold of Dean’s hand in mine and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

“I don’t know how much longer I can do this, (Y/N),” he said. “The hunting, I mean. I’ve been running after the supernatural almost my entire life. I haven’t had a minute of a normal life ever; not a minute of rest. I can’t live like that anymore.”

“So why don’t you get out?”

He gave me a look that told me he thought I was joking at first. When I didn’t mirror his look he said, “How?”

“How what?”

“How would I get out?”

I found his question so ridiculous that I couldn’t help but let out a laugh. “Dean, it’s not rocket science. You can just stop.”

“No I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“There’s a number of reasons,” he said. “For one, what would Sam do? I just abandon him after being a hunting team for years and, what, he keeps going on his own until one of those monsters kills him? And two, how am I supposed to stop when I know what’s out there now? I know what could come for me at any time, or what could come after you or anyone that I love. How do I put all that aside and hope for that no one gets hurt?”

Part of me really pitied Dean. I was an only child to a couple that were both still together and still very much alive. My dad had been a hunter, but mom hadn’t. Dad did everything he could to not drag mom into that life, and then, when I was born, did everything he could to make sure neither one of us ended up a part of the hunter life. It’s not what dad had wanted for me, so he let me decide on my own which path to take in life.

But Dean wasn’t that lucky. He hadn’t been given a choice on what life he could live. The night his mom was killed, his dad had made the decision for him: Dean would be a hunter and he would protect his little brother no matter what. John Winchester had engraved that thought process so deeply into Dean’s brain that even now, decades after his dad had died, Dean still believed that hunting was the only life he could possibly have. And for that, I hated John Winchester with every fiber of my being.

“Sam is a grown man,” I said. “If you tell him you want to stop hunting, then it’s on him to decide whether or not he wants to continue on his own. You’re not kids anymore, you don’t have to watch over your brother all the time.”

Dean tensed next to me again. I knew I must’ve struck a nerve by saying that. Sam was the only blood family Dean had left. I more than understood why he wanted to protect him so badly.

“If he were to die alone on a hunt, I’d never forgive myself,” he told me.

“I know you wouldn’t, but I also know Sam enough to know that he’s tough. He’s not going down without a fight, if he even wants to still fight. Have you ever wondered if maybe Sam is just as tired of this as you are? He has lost so much because of this lifestyle, the both of you have. He might want the normal life and the ability to rest just as much as you do.”

Dean was silent. I waited to see if he had anything to say to that, but once I was sure he hadn’t I continued, “And it’s not up to you to eradicate all supernatural beings from the world just because one might hurt someone close to you. There’s hundreds of hunters out there, Dean, all over the world. If you decide to step away from hunting, it’s not going to result in the world being taken over the way you think it is. And if anything were to come after you after you’ve left the business, you know how to handle it. That knowledge isn’t going to suddenly go away because you’re not doing the job full time anymore.”

He didn’t say anything again, but I had nothing else to say either, so we both just sat in silence. Dean ran his thumb over my knuckles, deep in thought again.

“What if something happens to you?” he asked.

“Nothing is going to happen to me,” I responded.

“You don’t know that.”

“I know that nothing has happened to me this far in my life when my dad has been a hunter since before I was even born, and then my boyfriend has been a hunter the entire time we’ve known one another. Stepping away from the business isn’t going to suddenly make supernatural beings come after me. And, again, if they do I’ll have you to protect me.”

When he looked over at me, I could still see the doubt in his eyes. I knew it wasn’t going to be easy to try and convince him. He would have to get to the conclusion himself that it was okay for him to take a step back from hunting, but it was a conclusion I really hoped he came to quickly, for his own sake.

I coaxed him to lay back down with me in hopes it would finally relax him. My words had likely fallen on deaf ears, and in the morning Dean would likely be off again for another hunt, leaving me wondering day in and day out when or if I would ever see him again. But, until that happened, I would cherish this moment with him. I would pretend it wasn’t a fleeting moment, like we could be a normal couple for once.

“I love you,” Dean mumbled into my hair. “I don’t think I could live with myself if anything ever happened to you.”

“Nothing is going to happen to me,” I assured him. “Not when I have you to protect me.”

I tilted my head back to meet his lips with my own. I settled against him and listened to his heartbeat as his breathing became steady. My eyes were heavy, but I refused to fall asleep until I knew Dean had. Once I felt his body loosen up beside me, I looked up again to see his eyes were closed and he had finally fallen into a deep sleep that I knew he desperately needed. I smiled to myself and kissed his cheek before finally drifting off to sleep myself.

#dean winchester #dean winchester imagine #dean winchester x reader #jensen ackles #jensen ackles imagine #jensen ackles x reader #supernatural #supernatural imagine #imagine #one shot #request #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

[mlmxreader]

05/04 onwards prompts

side note: this prompt list is only for requests to be sent to @mlmxreader , please do not use for your own writing or your own inspiration, thank you.

rules: you can mix & match as always!! multiple prompts can be sent at a time!! there's 30 in each (90 in total), so there should be plenty!

RULES & GUIDELINES

misc dialogue

“I did it exactly the way you liked it”

“Call it off!”

“Either you get out of my face, or you kiss me”

“Look, I can keep you safe here”

“Didn’t I promise to always be there?”

“Look me in the eyes and tell me that it meant nothing”

“Did you mean what you said?”

“Please tell me you found something”

“Just ignore the bloody phone”

“Seemed like your kinda thing”

“Bite your fucking tongue or I will cut it out”

“Are you sure that this is what you want?”

“Sit down. We need to talk about whatever the fuck this is between us”

“Easy, easy! Calm down!”

“Can you, erm, can you stay the night? I don’t… I don’t wanna be alone”

“I trust you - it’s everybody else I don’t trust”

“We can’t unring this bell”

“Isn’t that what you always wanted?”

“So, what’d you wanna do?”

“Stop biting your lip like that”

“Are you trying to make me jealous?” “Maybe”

“I just need to hear you say that this - me - is what you want”

“You said you couldn’t stay.” “It’s different”

“Don’t leave me again”

“Do not fucking scare me like that!”

“C’mon, it ain’t all bad”

“Not even a good luck kiss?”

“We can do this together, if that’s what you want”

“What’s the matter with you? You’re all… distant and shit”

“Sucks, don’t it?”

rules & guidelines

LYRICS

Orville Peck: Dead Of Night, Winds Change, Turn To Hate, Queen Of The Rodeo, Kansas (Remembers Me Now)

Judas Priest: Breaking The Law, Grinder, United, You Don’t Have To Be Old To Be Wise

“You're right by my side”

“You wake me up, you say it's time to ride”

“I don't mean no lies, baby, please don't lose it”

“From the way that we said goodbye, I knew I'd never see you again”

“Don't leave, don't cry”

“You're just another boy caught in the rye”

“Tell me you can't wait”

“Tell me you can stay”

“You rode on in with nowhere else to go”

“You know the tune so the words don't matter”

“Beyond this town lies a life much sadder”

“Babe, I know”

“Come and lay down your shoulder”

“Tomorrow isn't that far”

“Just know you were always my star”

“All inside it's so frustrating as I drift from town to town”

“Feel as though nobody cares if I live or die”

“I've had every promise broken, there's anger in my heart”

“You don't know what it's like, you don't have a clue”

“That's why I won't get caught”

“I need room to breathe”

“I take my leave”

“They're moving in”

“Hold your ground”

“We can do it”

“So keep it up”

“Don't give in”

“Let's get one thing straight”

“I'll choose my fate”

“And it's got nothing to do with you”

rules & guidelines

FILMS

Horror: JAWS (1975), The Silence of the Lambs (1991), The Thing (1982), The Wolf Man (1941), Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde (1931)

“You yell shark, and we got a panic on our hands on the fourth of July”

“It wasn’t any propeller, it wasn’t any coral reef, and it wasn’t any Jack the Ripper - it was a shark”

“This guy, he keeps swimming around in place until the food goes down”

“Smile, you son of a bitch”

“But are you strong enough to point that high-powered perception at yourself? What about it? Why don’t you - why don’t you look at yourself and write down what you see? Or maybe you’re afraid to”

“I know you gentlemen have been through a lot, but when you find the time, I’d rather not spend the rest of this winter tied to this fucking couch!”

“Yeah, fuck you, too!”

“You gotta be fuckin’ kidding”

“I dunno what the hell’s in there, but it’s weird and pissed off whatever it is”

“You’re gonna have to sleep sometime.” “I’m a real light sleeper”

“Now I’ll show you what I already know”

“The generator’s gone.” “Any way we can fix it?” “It’s gone”

“Poor baby, you’re starting to lose it”

“There’s a storm hitting us in about six hours. We’re going to find out who’s who”

“The way you walked was thorny, through no fault of your own, but as the rain enters the soil, the river enters the sea, so tears run to a predestined end”

“Frightened, of what?” “Of the night.” “Rubbish. You startled me.”

“A werewolf can only be killed by a silver bullet, or a silver knife...or a stick with a silver handle”

“I tell you, I killed a wolf! A plain, ordinary wolf!”

“It isn't a wolf... it's a werewolf!”

“Were you hurrying back to the castle? Did you have a moment's doubt? Were you hurrying to make sure he's all right?”

“Now you asked me if I believe a man can become a wolf. If you mean "Can it take on the physical traits of an animal?" No, it's fantastic.”

“Just imagine having a stuffed werewolf staring at you from the wall!”

“Is this your walking stick?” “Why, yes. That's the stick I killed the wolf with.”

“Don't try to make me believe that I killed a man when I know that I killed a wolf!”

“There's something very tragic about that man... and I'm sure that nothing but harm will come to you through him.”

“It's not a horse's head. That's a wolf's head. Make a note of that”

“Whoever is bitten by a werewolf and lives becomes a werewolf himself.” “Ah, don't hand me that. You're just wasting your time.” “The wolf bit you, didn't he?” “Yeah. Yeah he did!”

“Perhaps you prefer a gentleman. One of those fine-mannered and honourable gentlemen. Those panting hypocrites”

“Forgotten it? Can a man dying of thirst forget water? And do you know what would happen to that thirst if it were to be denied water?”

“Gentlemen like me have to be very careful of what we do and say”

rules & guidelines

SONG FICS!

#do not use for your own thanks #this is ONLY for requests to be sent to me

[thecuriousquest]

Could u do a erasermic fic where the reader hates them as they kidnapped her and she constantly tells them that she does. Like she even stopped eating because of her stress. And then one day something happens and she warms up to them. Thank you!

The Grace Period

Yandere EraserMic x Fem!Reader

Tag List: @issamomma

Warnings: Yandere themes, SFW, kidnapping, blood, mentions of spanking, mouth washing with soap, Aizawa’s a hard ass, hair pulling in a platonic way

Checkout my Master List here.

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Mic drags you into the living room by your ear. Aizawa quirks his brow, wondering what you could have done this time. He sets his coffee mug down on the table in front of him and sits back.

“What happened?” The Eraser Hero asks.

“I found her trying to chip at the window again. Look at her fingers! They’re all bloody again.”

Your lip curls as you glare at them. Rage pours into your words. “Maybe if you would just let me go-”

Hizashi isn’t gracious enough to let you finish that sentence. He grabs you by the jaw and squeezes hard enough to leave bruises.

“I’ve heard enough out of you for the rest of the day. We are not letting you go! Is that understood?”

“I hate you! I hate you both so much, you fucking assholes!”

Shouta stands up and walks over to you. He grabs you by your hair, pulling you from Mic’s grip.

“Ah, fuck! Let go of me, you son of a bitch!” you cry out in pain.

He drags you over to the sink in the kitchen. The pro hero turns on the faucet, getting a used bar of soap wet.

You know what’s about to happen next, so you clamp your mouth shut. He knows how to combat this move, and he pinches your nose until you gasp for air. Once your lips part far enough, he shoves the soap into your mouth, washing all of the nasty words from it.

The taste is worse than you could ever imagine. It’s bitter and clean, a tang of funk bubbling on your tongue. He scrubs every inch of the cavern, making sure to cleanse your cheeks, teeth, and roof. Nothing is left unwashed.

Every time you try to pull away from him, you’re forced back over the sink by a strong pull on your locks.

Fuck, he’s going to rip it out with how harsh his grip is.

It’s not fair to be in this position. It’s not fair that you can’t sleep or eat because of how much stress you’re under. It’s not fair that they make you cuddle with them at night!

You gag on the soap, droplets leaking from your eyes, snot dripping from your nose. To you, he’s been going at this for at least an hour. In reality, it’s only been a few minutes.

Finally, the soap drops into the sink, and the grip on your hair is released. Shouta kindly allows you to rinse your mouth out.

“Be grateful I’m not sending you to bed with those suds in your mouth. Rinse up and go apologize to Zashi,” he says as he refers to his partner’s nickname.

You want to tell him to fuck off. You want to tell him that he’s a crazy bastard and that you have nothing to apologize for. However, one glance at the soap in the sink forces you to bite your tongue. You gladly rinse away the awful bubbles in your mouth, but you find that as you try rid your mouth of them with water, the bubbles only multiply. It takes a while before you feel like all of the suds are gone, but the bitter taste continues to linger like a ghost.

Walking out of the kitchen to go find the Voice Hero, you miss Shouta shaking his head as he watches you leave.

———

Weeks have passed since the soap incident. It weighs heavily on your chest. As you sit in the garden, you can’t stop thinking about the spanking you also received later that night from both pros when you decided you weren’t going to eat another dinner. It’s the first one they have ever given you, and you’re sure it won’t be the last one since they are so good at finding things to punish you over.

The only reason you’re allowed outside on your own is because of the security measures they have which is a shock collar and an invisible fence line.

“Be happy we only put this on you when you’re outside,” Shouta told you as you sulked while he fastened the latch around your neck.

The property seems endless as it is so secluded from any neighbors. However, you know that your ability to roam isn’t limitless. You remember that very well from the last time you tried to find the fence’s edge. You had almost pissed yourself from the gut wrenching shock it gave you.

So, here you are, sitting on a bench, enjoying your thirty minutes of free time. They seem to believe that it’s good for all of you to have something to do by yourself during the day. Hizashi has his podcast, Shouta has his books, and you have the garden.

Something catches the corner of your eye. A slight movement. If you weren’t looking that way, you definitely would have missed it.

A puppy has wondered into the backyard. It doesn’t surprise you. All types of animals come back here because the area is so isolated. It’s peaceful, a sanctuary from the bustling city.

You notice something off about the puppy, though. The poor creature seems too skinny. Its back is emaciated, patches of fur missing. Also, its back leg is broken. You walk over to the black pup, picking it up and holding it in your arms. With the tiny thing staring up at you with dark brown eyes, you notice it’s a boy.

Completely unsure of what to do, you walk inside and yell for Shouta and Hizashi to come downstairs quickly.

The two race over to you as fast as they can thinking something is wrong. You’ve never yelled for them before, so it must be an emergency. They stop upon seeing you with the puppy in your arms.

“He needs help. He’s walking funny, and he’s itchy,” is all you can think of to say.

“Oh no, you put that thing back where you found him. I don’t want a dog in my house,” Shouta explains.

“Aw, come on. We’re heroes. We should save the little guy. Let’s at least take him to the vet. We can figure out what to do from there. Alright?” Hizashi attempts to argue.

Contemplating this, Aizawa crosses his arms and sighs. “Fine, he’ll go to the vet and then the pound.”

The dog was only in the pound for two days before Hizashi convinced Shouta to let them bring him home. The dog didn’t belong to anyone because nobody claimed him after the grace period.

“He needs us? Please? It might make Y/N come around if we bring him home. He’s so adorable. How could you be so heartless?!”

After relentless pestering, Shouta drives the two of you to the shelter to pickup the dog. As you get into the backseat with the puppy in your arms, you hold him like a little baby, cuddling him closely.

“Can I name him Razor?”

Huffing, Shouta tells you that you can do whatever you want.

Hizashi elbows his partner before looking over his shoulder at you. “Razor sounds like an awesome name, sweetie,” he beams at you. “Next stop, the pet store!”

Before Shouta starts up the car, you scooch forward and lean past the console that divides the raven haired man from the blonde.

“Thank you so much,” you say as you give Aizawa a kiss on the cheek before landing a peck on Hizashi’s.

———

Bonus:

Three weeks later, it makes you laugh when you see Shouta asleep on the couch with the puppy held snugly against his chest.

#my hero acedamia #boku no hero academia #yandere #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere x darling #yandere x resisting reader #triggering content #triggering themes #aizawa shouta #shouta aizawa #bnha shouta aizawa #yandere shouta aizawa #yandere shouta x reader #yamada hizashi #hizashi yamada #bnha hizashi #yandere hizashi #yandere hizashi yamada #eraserhead #yandere eraserhead #present mic #yandere present mic #yandere erasermic

[anemonelovesfiction]

Kinktober 18- Mirror Sex

Rotxo x human fem reader

Warnings ⚠️: Fingering mostly, Insecure reader (just slightly angsty I guess?)

Translation Station

Olo’eyktan: Clan leader

Tsahik: Clan spiritual leader

Marui: home

Syulang: flower

Yawntutsyìp: darling

Word Count: 4.1K

Becoming one with the Metkayina wasn’t hard, there were slight differences between them and the Omatikaya, but that was from a human standpoint. The expectations of the Na’Vi- the Sully’s- were different, hence their harsher orientation. But there were times where we could chat and get caught up over everything that happened, mainly with Kiri, it helped being the same age and having similar interests.

She’d helped me get used to their new way of living and even spilled the gossip on whatever was happening around us. But most importantly she’d told me about the bullying they’d experienced around the son of the Olo’eyktan. I’d refused to become an easy target for him, especially since I was human myself, so I often beat him to the punch and called myself out or made comments about our ‘incapabilities’ before he could.

“Don’t let go of the-“ Lo’ak stated as I attempted to hold on to the net before it started slipping in my hands, burning my palms. The pulling never stopping and I’d been forced to let go, placing my burning hands into the water to cool them down, I wasn’t expecting the fish to fight back or even being strong enough to do so.

“Are you okay?” Neteyam asks as he walks over to check my hands, lifting them out of the water, carefully running his thumb over the reddened mark. I could hear Ao’nung sucking his teeth, he often did this whenever I messed up, pissed him off, or showed up to work with them.

“I get it. I’m weak and you can’t trust me to do anything.” I rolled my eyes and take my hands from Neteyam’s while glaring at the teal boy. He makes a face and appears to have wanted to say something before glancing over at his best friend- and adopted brother- before turning his head and furrowing his brows like a child.

“Do they hurt?” Rotxo manages to take my gaze away from the rude teal boy and I give a soft smile, shaking my head, but turning to look away from him just as quick.

“I’ll be fine, gotta stay useful for you guys.” I say and hope it comes off as a joke but after a while of having to say these things I started to believe them, not even bothering to put on a playful smile on my face.

“We should probably try again.” I stated and lean into the water, picking the net up, and feeling a hand hold my wrist before the net slips out of my grasp.

“Go see the Tsahik.” The nicer of the two boys stated, this was the first time his stare reached my soul, the objection died in my throat and I simply nodded, walking off but still hearing the boys start to argue. I couldn’t make out exactly what was said as they talked too quickly but I didn’t want to turn around and get caught in the middle of it.

“How are your hands?” Kiri asks once I’d finally sat next to them. Eclipse was due soon and we were supposed to have met for dinner, I resist the urge to roll my eyes, I knew she’d find out because of Lo’ak’s big mouth.

“They’re fine, did Lo’ak run his big mouth to you again?” The question was rhetorical although Neteyam could have also mentioned it.

“No.” She answered truthfully and I sit by her, a bewildered expression glued to my face, the question was rhetorical until she said that. I raised a brow but she only offers a smile, she knew something I didn’t and I hated when she did that, I suck my teeth.

“What?” I asked her.

“You’ll see.” She says ominously and it irked me when she acted all mystical.

Most of dinner went by normally and everyone was busy having their side conversations, we typically talked as a family on our way back to the marui and into the night as we lied on our mats, it was always nice to hear how everyones day went, but I was about ready to sleep myself. I’m not excited to have to fish again tomorrow but I knew I had to pull my weight.

“Hey,” A teal body sits next to me just before I found it in myself to leave for bed, I was tempted to call it an early night and let Jake and Neytiri know I’d be going to the marui, but it appears life had other plans for me.

“Hello,” I respond toward the nice boy, I had a bad habit of using their monickers instead of their names in my head. Ever since Kiri and I talked about what had happened to them, she often used the little nicknames for me to keep track of her story, and I continued using those nicknames to describe them.

“How are your hands?” He asks and peers over as if wanting to look at them, I had no idea why I found myself showing him my bandaged palms. I’d been given some kind of salve to help with the burning sensation mixed with something for swelling, the thinnest of bandages placed right on top to help my skin absorb it.

“They’re fine.” I responded as I look down at my hands, I’d trained myself to never look the bully in the eye, and ended up losing my confidence for silently challenging Spider and the rest of the Sully’s with my eyes as well, I had a hard time looking directly into anyone’s eyes anymore.

“I’d like to show you something, if you’d allow me to, of course.” He stated calmly, I didn’t feel a sense of urgency to agree either, he had kept it pretty nice and open for me and it made me smile internally. I always wondered just how close Ao’nung and Rotxo had been considering they both seem completely different.

“Uhm-“ I look back over to notice the Tsahik had sat down at some point with her husband and they conversed with Jake and Neytiri.

At some point of the conversation Tsireya and Ao’nung had joined between Lo’ak and Kiri, Spider sitting between Kiri and Lo’ak, closing off the circle and excluding myself, whether that was accidental or on purpose I’d kick his ass later for it, he hadn’t been sitting there before.

“You do not have to-“ His tone sounded as of it held slight disappointment and I found myself staring right into his honey green colored eyes, tempted to make the boy feel better, and embarrassing myself with how abruptly I’d stopped him.

“No, no.” I stated rather quickly, eyes widening at my reaction, before looking away from his eyes with a blush dusting my cheeks. “I don’t mind, I can go.”

“Okay, come on.” He holds his hand out for me to grab and I eye it suspiciously, him and Tsireya had been the only ones to not make fun of my extra finger, but it still made me wish to have hands like theirs. I hesitate before grabbing his hand and he smiles, standing himself up and waiting for me to follow his lead, I look between our hands and his eyes before settling my other hand on the ground to help me stand up.

It doesn’t take long before we escape the prying eyes of most people. Some stared at us as we walked away and it was funny to watch how many of them failed to be discreet about it, I knew everyone was nosey, but a lot of them were too comfortable showcasing it. I laughed internally, they thought something was going to happen and it wasn’t.

“What do you need to show me?” I asked as I finally come within his home and notice a gigantic glass-like object hung on the wall of his marui, how he managed to do that I was unsure but I could see my reflection and looked away again, turning to face him.

“I wanted to show you,” He starts while placing a hand on my shoulder lightly, pressing against it to turn me, my brows almost kiss in confusion but allow his hand to turn me around. I still face the ground but keep my ear on alert for the rest of his explanation.

“Yourself, through my eyes.” He stated and I turn my head back to look at him, wondering what he meant, before feeling my chin being redirected at the mirror, never once having caught a glimpse of his face, until I looked through the mirror at it, already catching his eyes on me.

“Wha-what do you mean?” My furrowed brows could already tell him I had no idea what he meant and he just smiled at me. He settles himself down onto his knees and we’re almost the same height, if by almost I meant a full head taller than myself.

“I do not like when you say negative things about yourself.” He stated and the confusion starts again, was he just going to compliment me? Even before being the way I was I never accepted compliments well.

“I’m just beating Ao’nung to the punch line.” I laugh lightly, not really how I would have laughed had I actually found it funny, his lips thin in disappointment.

“Why do you feel the need to do that?” He asks, eyes still on mine, and I could feel my throat becoming dry, making sure to thickly swallow whatever saliva I could gather.

“N-no reason?” I asked pathetically, but my answer was honest, I had no real reason to have started saying those things. I guess I got in my head about Kiri’s story and figured the only way to prevent the bully- Ao’nung- from making fun of me or a reason to hate me was to say what I felt he would say in that moment.

“Hmm.” Rotxo hums but it didn’t seem to be about my terrible explanation.

“Has anyone told you to stop?” He asks with genuine curiosity twinkling in his eyes and I seem transfixed on them, unable to look away, tempted to turn to face him again, eyes turning toward my left before he speaks up.

“Look at me through the mirror.” He stated so sternly that my eyes fly back toward the mirror, giving him a slight nod, showing I understood that he needed me to look through the mirror and nowhere else.

“Well?” He raises a brow and I feel weirdly warm, he had asked a question beforehand and he needed an answer, I draw in a breath and answer.

“Kiri and ‘Teyam said to stop.” I admit and feel relieved having been able to answer his question.

“I’m telling you right now, it needs to stop.”

I just stare at the man on his knee’s beside me, his body was comically large compared to mine, yet found myself compelled by him at the same time, allowing myself to nod along toward his words as he stares at me expectantly.

“I need to hear you say you won’t say those things anymore.” His voice was stern, his facial expression was stern, my legs felt like jelly.

“Or what?” I raise a brow in interest and he thins his lips once more, I had no idea what had caused me to defiantly say that, but I had, and it upset him.

Although we didn’t stand face to face with the mirror, I could see some emotion swim through his eyes. I could feel myself turning my body getting ready to say something smart, before seeing him shuffle and end up in a seated position, scooting further back on the floor of his marui, and dragging me down with him, landing on my bum and kind of in his lap. His legs were outstretched beside mine, allowing me space but keeping an arm wrapped around my belly to keep me seated.

“Rotxo-“ I begin to protest but am cut off by his gruff voice.

“Say it.” He demands.

The tone of his voice makes it harder for me to want to turn around, so I look back toward his eyes, fury swimming through them. He was waiting for me to say what he wanted me to say, but this was ridiculous, right?

“I- I won’t sa-say those things a-nymore.” I find myself stuttering as I struggle to get through the phrase and am tempted to look down but I would have missed the sweet smile tugging at his lips, my heart started beating erratically and I wanted to see him smile more often.

“Is that all?” I asked trying to appear bored and wondering if I could go back toward my marui I shared with the Sully’s but he shakes his head.

“No, syulang, we’re just getting started.” He whispers in my ear and I gasp, shocked at how I had reacted, turning my face and end up smashing my lips on his, he backs up quickly.

“That was meant for your cheek.” He stated as if he too had been shocked, glad to know he wasn’t planning this, but I let out a nervous laugh.

“Yeah why would anyone want to kiss me?” I asked mid-laugh only to finish with my own lips thinned as a frown forms, eyes widened slightly, as if I had just been caught red-handed saying something I wasn’t supposed to. His own brows furrowed in slight frustration, he is looking directly into my eyes -through the stupid mirror- and I can’t find it in myself to look away.

“Maybe something other than intimidation will get you to stop saying those stupid comments.” He grumbles placing one hand on my hip, the other trailing down my jaw, taking a hold of it semi harshly. It doesn’t hurt but I wince at the action, he turns my face toward his and I can practically see the frustration permeating off his body.

“Like what?” I wanted to smack myself after those words left my mouth. A smirk painted his features, as if he was waiting for me to challenge him, I’d never seen him smirk, just the bully, but I liked it a lot better when Rotxo did it.

“Keep your eyes on the mirror. Do not turn your head for a second or I stop. And when I ask, you will say only good things about yourself, yes?” He isn’t really asking, it was rhetorical, but I nodded either way, feeling my lungs ache for a breath which I feel is granted to me once he lets go of my chin. My head snaps back to look at the mirror and I catch his eyes.

“Can you tell me something you like?” He asks and I resist the urge to groan at his sparkling eyes, shaking my head and I could feel the frown tugging on his lips, not because I didn’t like anything about myself, I could feel the heat starting to travel down south and I didn’t want to embarrass myself in front of this gentle giant.

“I like your eyes,” I felt my breath escape me after I stated that and he chuckles, kissing my temple again, his hand had slid off my chin earlier but was placed on my chest, ready to grab my chin for attention, but I wanted his hand to wrap around my throat and choke me.

“I meant about yourself.” He smiles, the hand on my hip gently stroking that side of my body, not dipping below my tewng or above my beaded top.

“I can’t think.” I admit and the hand on my side stops moving but I that wasn’t the hand I was needing to move, my chest felt heavy and I could feel my heart continuing to thump against the ribcage, I know he could too.

“Your eyes are beautiful, especially when they catch the sun just right, they look like they glow.” He stated and it feels like all breath is knocked loose from my lungs.

“Your nose is different and adorable. Your lips are full and plump, I often wonder how they’d feel against mine.” He stated in my ear again, shit.

“Rotxo, what?” I cut myself off as I feel his lips trailing my jawline. I need him to stop for a second, but a second is all it takes for him to turn my face toward his once more, planting a soft kiss on my mouth and feeling the heat coming off his lips and onto mine. I whine at the loss of heat on my lips, having felt my face move back toward the mirror on its own, just to find myself capturing his eyes with mine, my breath hitches and I can see his smile.

“Now you say something.”

“I like you.” I blurt out as I attempt catching my breath and his smile is wider now.

“I mean about you, silly girl.” The hand on my chest slides down between my breasts and I moan at the slight feeling of the beads sliding against my nipples, feeling ashamed at how overly sensitive I was at the moment.

“I like when you touch me,” I let the words fly out, I knew I wasn’t answering his questions but being around him as he caresses my body like its a fuckin’ fiddle wasn’t going to help me say anything less embarrassing.

“Hmm, yeah? I like touching you too.” He digs his lips onto my neck and plants kisses there and it causes me to gasp.

“Please,” I throw the word out there, not even sure what I was begging for, but wanting him to continue pushing whatever agenda he had planned, I just needed to feel his hands on me.

“Not until you say something you like about yourself.” He’s a persistent man, thats for sure.

“I like myself, I do,” I attempt to plead with him and he chuckles, bringing his eyes up to meet mine. I knew I looked as pathetic as I sounded, but seeing him look back at me was worth it.

“Of course you do, yawntutsyìp, but I need an honest answer.” He explains and I let our a short frustrated grunt.

“M-my hair, I like my hair,” I answer honestly. My hair was pretty to me, I could put it up easily, I could braid it beautifully, it was long, its the reason I was particular about who cut it.

“I like the length, I like how shiny it is, its the thing I take care of the most.”

Just then I felt a hand caress my hair gently and felt my spine shudder at the sensation. I was also particular about who got to touch my hair but his touches were gentle, caring, soft, he could definitely touch my hair anytime he wanted.

“I can tell,” He smiles and places a kiss right on the back of my head, right where my hair was. “I always wanted to run my hands through it.” He comments sweetly.

“Please touch me,” I stated pathetically to feel his hand stroking my belly gently.

“What else, syulang?” He asks and I feel like I’m about to lose it, but just as quickly think on my feet, feeling accomplished in my answer.

“M-my legs,” I admit.

“They’re long, hel-helps me swim.” I stutter and feel his intense stare on me, but my eyes were closed, until he pinched my thigh with the hand that had been on my hip. I opened them just as quick as the pinch had come.

“Eyes on me, pretty girl.” He stated but doesn’t allow himself to kiss on my neck or jawline, I pout slightly, I liked feeling his lips on me.

“Why are you pouting?” He asks as a hand comes up from my belly and underneath my beaded top, my breath hitches as he cups my left breast, feeling its weight in his hand and allowing his thumb to stroke up against my nipple, my gasp clearly audible as his ears flick at the sound, standing at attention to focus on me, my cheeks heating up.

“Answer.” He reminds me and I moan lightly as a response.

“Need you,” I admit with a whine. He seems pleased with this answer and smiles once more.

“What do you want me to do, pretty girl?” He asks and I felt dizzy, his second hand caressing my thigh from where he’d pinched it while lazily running his thumb over my nipple again.

“Everything,” I mumble and feel my eyes closing again to enjoy the feeling of his hands coming closer toward the spot I needed it most. “Please,” I beg again, moving my hips slightly.

“What do you like about me?” He asks so quietly I almost miss the question, my eyes find his and a lazy smile spreads through my face. He’d placed his hand overtop my loincloth and stopped moving it.

“Your eyes,” I stated in one breath, continuing, knowing that wasn’t enough. “They’re honey-green and make you look so handsome, like a pretty boy.” I mumble and his face softens sweetly, hand pushing my loincloth to the side, thumb pressing between my lips and applying gentle pressure on my engorged clit, rubbing small circles on the already slick covered bud.

“Ro,” I sigh happily and close my eyes, biting my lip, feeling his caresses, only to feel him stop all motions, reminding myself to open my eyes.

“Good girl.” He praises and I whine.

“You promise you’ll stop saying those bad things, right?” He asks and I nod.

“Good girl.” He repeats and kisses the side of my neck and I find it easy to move my head to the side to accommodate him. He also wastes no time sliding a finger in, a long moan leaving my lips as be continues paying close attention toward my bundle of nerves, my thigh shaking.

How is it that he’d just started all of this hard work but managed to get me soaked by doing minimal shit, the man had only started kissing my neck when I became a mess for him, holy fuck.

“Oh shit,” I let the English phrase slide out as he picks up speed.

“Can you take another finger?” He asks and I hesitate to answer.

“Just wanna make you feel good, pretty girl, can you?” He asks again and I nod.

“Put them all in, fuck,” I mutter in-between moans as he sticks a second one in and I feel full. The feeling of his fingers settling in my cunt had me feeling hot all over.

“Look at yourself yawne.” I look up and see his fingers shoving themselves deep inside my pussy, slick covering his entire hand, and I’d failed to notice I was moving my hips to match his thrusts.

I could feel my hands squeezing flesh and realize I’d grasped his beautifully thick tattooed thighs in the palms of my hand, hence the slight burning sensation. I let out a gutteral moan and watch him smirk in the mirror just to insert his third finger, scissoring his fingers to stretch and I couldn’t hold myself back.

“Ro, I’m close, so close.” I try grounding myself by squeezing his thighs but feel like I’m on the edge of a cliff and feel the need to jump without a parachute.

“Be a good girl and come for me, syulang, I want you to drench my hand in your juices so I can taste you before shoving my hot, thick cock inside of you.” His voice had deepened a bit as he said that, I could feel my cunt squeezing his fingers.

“Let go for me, pretty girl.” He begs sweetly and its as if he coaxed the come out if me, my walls fluttering as I came, a pitched moan leaving my lips as I stare at my gaping pussy greedily clamp down around his digits. I kept my eyes down low and couldn’t find it in myself to look away, mesmerized by the workings of his fingers inside of me as I kept coming.

My labored breathing was hard to try and calm down after the events that had unfolded. His hand had already been covered in my juices, but at this instant, it was dripping. He could only pull his fingers out, I hissed at the feeling, and watched him through the mirror, bringing his hand up toward his mouth, closing his lips around his fingers and letting his eyes shit as a moan rumbles through him. I could only bite my lip as I felt another wave of heat awaken within me.

“You’ve taken cock before, right pretty girl?” He asks as his dry hand reached over to untie the knot that held his loincloth together. No hostile tone in his voice and I nod at his question once more.

“Good,” He seems to smirk again while settling himself on his knees, cock hanging low, it curved downward and seemed pretty fucking hefty.

“Same rules as before, syulang, keep your eyes on the mirror, if you don’t, I stop.”

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[fortheloveofbuddie]

Fuck It Friday ✨

I'm sorry for being AWOL (again lmao) but I've been working on the omegaverse fic literally every day for the past week and you're not gonna believe this, you guys - I DID IT!! I FUCKING FINISHED A FIC FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER 😭

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In the bedroom, he sits down carefully next to Buck and strokes his lower back gently, a soft sigh of relief escaping Buck’s lips as he feels the warmth of Eddie’s hand on his skin. “You’re in labor” Eddie states, his heart skipping a beat as a fatigued Buck sits up to meet his eyes in the darkened room. Buck swallows harshly, feeling bad for lying again. “Yes” He says and bites down on his lip, chewing on it gently as he places his hand on Eddie’s stubbled cheek. “Why didn’t you say anything?” Eddie’s heart aches in his chest, hating that Buck kept a truth from him once more. But this time, he was more willing to hear the reasoning why. “I didn’t want to take your time with your family away, I wanted you to be able to celebrate Christmas with them and to not worry about me. Besides he’s not supposed to be here for another three weeks and I think that-… that I didn’t say anything because that would make it all a little more real. I’m not ready, Eds. I’m not ready for this” Buck’s words are dripping with sincerity and he even sniffles quietly a few times to calm his racing heart down. Eddie reaches onto the nightstand and turns on the lamp, wanting and needing to look at Buck right now. He cups Buck’s head in his hands, feeling warm tears making their way down the sides of Buck’s face and he lets out a deep breath, one that had seemingly been growing inside of him because the pressure on his chest lessens. “Hey, let’s just get one thing clear, okay?” Eddie begins and tilts Buck’s head carefully, making him look into his eyes. “You are my family, mi amor. You and our son are my family too and I will always, always worry about you. Even if you don’t say it out loud. And I don’t want you to hide something like this just because my family is around. We’re in this together” He says, concern etched deep into his face as he holds eye contact with Buck, not letting him look away. “And I know that he isn’t supposed to be here just yet but we’ll handle it. We’re ready, you are ready, baby. You hear me?” His voice grows a little more firm as Buck averts his gaze and shakes his head, not wanting to hear it. “What if I’m a horrible dad? What if…” Buck wipes his tears away with the back of his hand, all of his unspoken fears bubbling to the surface as another contraction surges through his body, making him wince in pain and surprise. “What if he’s like me, Eddie? What if he’s an omega too? I spent so many years hating who I was because of it, feeling like I wasn’t good enough. What if I’m just as strict as my father and I can’t love him how I’m supposed to?” Buck’s voice breaks at the end of his sentence, insecurities washing over him like a tidal wave, sweeping away all of the confidence that he’s spent years building, with it, leaving nothing but a wreck of a man. “You are not your father, Evan. Just being able to recognize that you don’t want to be like your father is already a step in the right direction. I know that you will never hurt him like your father has hurt you, I know that you will help our son build the confidence and strength to be proud of who he is, no matter what. I know that you already love him and would do anything to see him happy. You are going to an amazing dad, you already are an amazing dad, promising to not be like your own and loving our son so damn much” Eddie’s speech is filled with adoration, love and so much pride in knowing that he’s creating a family with someone like Buck. Someone who loves so unconditionally. Someone who, in the face of adversity, is still able to show others how strong that he is. Someone who’s kind and caring. Someone makes Eddie want to be a better version of himself. That’s the man that Eddie knows that he’ll love for the rest of his life.

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[sillygoose067]

Over the 7 Seas

Ch.29

Charles Leclerc x Reader

That’s how Charles finds you, nearly an hour later. He leans against the doorframe with his shoulder, arms crossed, a smile playing on his lips. You and his mother had yet to notice his presence, but he preferred it this way. His heart warmed at the sight of you bonding with his mother— One of the most influential and important people in his life. You were laughing with you head thrown back, a few unruly wisps of your hair escaping the elaborate braid you’d styled. Pascale giggled with you, bumping hips with you as you stood side-by-side washing dishes and chopping vegetables. 

He heard you switch the topic of your discussion to what his favorite dishes were, an unknown feeling fluttering around from his stomach, traveling up to his heart, which squeezed almost painfully. His mother was explaining how to prepare the dishes while you listened attentively, a faraway look in your eyes, no doubt mentally storing the information. His already painful heart stutters when Pascale leans forward to kiss your cheek with a watery smile. “I can see why my Perceval is so taken with you. Thank you for assisting me today, none of his past conquests have done that”. She grimaces at the thought. “None of them have taken the time to get to know me, or ask about his favorite preparation… I knew you were different. You’re so good for him— I hope that boy will keep you forever if he knows what’s good for him.”

“Thank you”, she whispers in your ear once again, while embracing you tightly. 

You part from her arms and clasp it. “Of course, Pascale. I can’t imagine why anyone wouldn’t want to spend time with an amazing, strong woman like you. And I plan on keeping your son for as long as he’ll have me.”

The long withheld tears in Pascale’s eyes begin to stream down. 

“Oh! Oh no! I didn’t mean to make you cry! Please, what can I do? I’m very sorry!”

You feel her hand come up to caress your cheek. “Nothing my daughter, these are happy tears. Extremely happy tears.”

“Ok, well I um, I just didn’t want your family to think that I made you cry on purpose. They think I’m some attention-seeking whore and hate me enough already”, you mutter under your breathe, but Pascale hears. 

She wipes her eyes as they burn in anger. “Don’t listen to them. I’ll be by your side”. 

Then, as if the universe knew to lighten the mood, the oven’s timer goes off with a ding! And the two of you go back to giggles and reminiscing about the past. 

…

You hear someone clear their throat from the entrance of the kitchen. “Ahem”.

You turn and find a grinning Charles leaning on the doorframe, in a very sexy pose. “Charles! How long have you been here?”

He pushes off the structure and approaches Pascale to kiss her cheek. “Long enough…”

He catches your face flushing. “Don’t worry Chéri, I just came looking for you because you’d been gone so long. I was afraid you’d fled, but when I came to this”, he gestures to you and Pascale. “I was very much relieved and—”

Pascale cuts in, pointing her wooden spoon at him, with a glare on her face. “Charles Marc Herve Perceval Leclerc, if you don’t keep this girl forever and marry her and give me beautiful grandbabies, I will actually disown you and adopt her instead!”

He grins at this. “Ok Maman, but—”

“And you go tell those heathens sitting out there in the dining room that if they don’t clear up their differences with Y/n here ASAP, I will have their heads.”

You stifled a laugh. Charles looks stricken by the sudden change in his mother’s behavior. Nodding as if in a trance, he cautiously moves toward you, as if to not set off his lioness of a mother any further, grabbing your hand and then sprinting towards the door. 

“Woahh—”

You hear Pascale laughing boisterously from the kitchen. 

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Thicker Than Blood (Aemond x OC) Chapter 6

AN: I hate doing chapters based off of episodes lol. That’s why this took so long

word count: 1,652 words

Last part, next part

He sent the dress back to me and along with it, sapphire earrings, a necklace, and a bracelet.

Does he think he can win me over so easily with flattery? I don’t wish to think it but he likely can.

I put the jewellery and dress into a drawer so I can pretend it doesn’t exist and I make sure i’m all prepared for supper. Though, I hardly believe a ‘family’ meal will go very well. I can see how Aemond still holds hostility towards my brothers. I make my way down the halls in a black dress this time. Red and black, black and red; it’s all that had been packed for such an occasion. Aemond looks at me when I enter the dining room, disturbing his own conversation with his brother or rather disturbing the scolding he was giving about Aegon’s wine consumption. I take my seat next to Jacaerys and to my utter disappointment, I can see that my least favourite uncle will be sitting to my left.

 It isn’t very long before the King arrives. We all stand in silence to watch him be brought in. It is the most awkward kind of quiet that you can imagine as he is placed down between my mother and the Queen. We all sit once again, shuffling into place uncomfortably.

“How good it is… to see you all tonight… together.” My grandsire starts before seeming to lose his train of thought.

“Prayer before we begin?” Alicent offers so that her husband need not exert himself anymore.

“Yes.” He breathes out.

The prayer begins normally with the words that any pious woman would speak. The part that catches my attention is when she says, “And to Vaemond Velaryon, may the gods give him rest.” I glance up to my stepfather who looks ever so amused.

The King goes on to speak about how it is an occasion for celebration. When he mentions the betrothals, I bite my lip and can’t help but look at Aemond whose eyes are already on me. We all toast to my siblings and I control the urge to glare as Aegon leans across me.

“Well done, Jace. You’ll finally get to lie with a woman.” He smirks at his own comment and I scoff. Jacaerys clenches his jaw and takes a sip of his wine to stifle his anger.

Grandsire toasts to Lucerys as Lord of the Tides and I smile softly as Rhaena whispers words of encouragement to him.

“You do know how the act is done, I assume? At least in principle? Where to put your cock and all that.” Aegon whispers across to me to my brother once again.

“You ought to watch your mouth, Aegon.” I speak and he looks at me now.

“You can play the jester if you wish, but hold your tongue before my sister and my betrothed.” Jace retorts but Aegon ignores him and smirks at me.

“Sad you’re not the one he’s putting his cock in?” He says quietly enough so only I hear.I feel myself fill with anger and I open my mouth to speak but the King stands to make a speech.

“It both gladdens my heart and fills me with sorrow to see these faces around the table. The faces most dear to me in all the world… yet grown so distant from each other… in years past.” He stops to remove his golden mask and I try not to gasp at the sight of his missing eye.

Like father, like son.

“My own face… is no longer a handsome one… if indeed it ever was. But tonight… I wish you to see me… as I am. Not just a king… but your father.” I am slightly surprised when his eyes fall to Aegon over his firstborn. “Your brother. Your husband… and your grandsire. Who may not, it seems… walk for much longer among you.” He drops the mask. “Let us no longer hold ill feelings in our hearts. The crown cannot stand strong if the House of the Dragon remains divided. But set aside your grievances, if not for the sake of the crown… then for the sake of this old man who loves you all so dearly.” I can see the gears turning in my mother’s head as she hears the end of the speech. She finally decides to stand.

“I wish to raise my cup to her grace, the Queen. I love my father. But I must admit that no one has stood… more loyally by his side than his good wife. She had tended to him with unfailing devotion, love, and honour. And for that, she has my gratitude… and my apology.” She finishes her toast and sits once again and we all wait for a response from my good grandmother. I watch as Alicent thinks through her response.

“Your graciousness moves me deeply, Princess. We are both mothers… and we love our children. We have more in common than we sometimes allow.” Alicent stands. “I raise my cup to you… and to your house. You will make a fine queen.” And with that it is like a veil is lifted. 20 years of anger almost seem to be forgiven in a moment. We all raise our cups to each other. I look over as Aemond only raises his to me. I suppose some wounds take longer to heal.

Things seem to all be going well until Aegon speaks again. He is talking to me but I know his words are to anger my brother.

“He never would have pleased you anyway, niece. If you wish to know true satisfaction then all you have to do is ask.” I don’t let his words get to me but they get to Jacaerys, who stands and slams his hands down on the table.

“Jace.” Baela says softly all it takes is one word from her to calm him. He stands awkwardly for a moment before clearing his throat and I roll my eyes as Aemond stands as well.

Stupid cock fight.

I glare at Aemond. If he’s disheartened then he doesn’t show it. Jacaerys gives Aegon a playful punch on the shoulder and begins a halfhearted speech about fond childhood memories which makes me chuckle lightly at the uncomfortable situation.

“... To you and your family’s good health, dear uncles.” He grabs Aegon’s shoulder again and gives another friendly punch and the look on my uncle's face is priceless.

“To you as well.” Aegon mumbles out and Helaena mumbles something about beasts from next to him.

“Well done, my boy.” Our grandsire compliments.

“I would like to toast to Baela and Rhaena.” Helaena says as she stands. “They’ll be married soon. It isn’t so bad. Mostly he just ignores you… except sometimes when he’s drunk.” I hear my stepfather laugh but I mostly just feel pity for her situation, though Aegon's embarrassment is amusing.

“Good.” Otto says something nice for once.

In an attempt to move the conversation elsewhere, the King says, “Let us have some music.”

Jacaerys clearly isn’t over the situation as he whispers “Excuse me.” to Baela and walks over to our aunt, asking her to dance. I don’t miss the look Aegon and Aemond share.

For a few moments, everything is at peace. We are all jovial and joking with each other like we never hated one another. Aemond makes no such jests. Things are almost perfect then the King seems to feel the pain of his ailments and has to be lifted out of the room. My family stands as he is taken away but the Queen assures us that it is fine to sit. Things are uncomfortable once again.

I don’t notice the roast pig until it is placed on the table. I try to ignore it and Jace is busy dancing but Luke is attentive. He smirks at the sight and I give him a warning look but I don’t catch his eye. Though, my expression does catch the eye of Aemond, who looks furious. The music stops when Aemond slams his fist down on the table as he stands.

“Final tribute.” I feel nervous as he raises his cup. “To the health of my nephews, Jace… Luke… and Joffery.” Everyone notices the lack of mention of me and our littlest brothers. “Each of them handsome, wise… strong.” 

“Aemond.” His mother scolds as I fight the urge to smack him.

“Come… let us drain our cups to these three Strong boys.”

“I dare you to say that again.” Jacaerys interjects.

“Why? ‘Twas only a compliment. Do you not think yourself Strong?” I rise to my feet and walk slightly away from the table. Jace swiftly punches Aemond in the face and Lucerys walks over to help, Aegon slamming him into the table before he gets the chance. I see Aemond push Jacaerys to the floor as Baela and I pull Aegon off Luke. The guards finally get over to break up the fight and hold Jace and Luke back the first chance they get. I back off as Rhaena holds onto Baela who’s fighting for a chance to sink her teeth into Aegon.

“I was merely expressing how proud I am of my family, Mother. Mm, though it seems my nephews aren’t quite as proud of theirs.” Aemond speaks the last part loud enough for all of us to hear it. Jace breaks free of the guard’s hold on him and lunges at Aemond again but all it takes is Daemon holding a finger up to stop his stepson in his tracks.

“Go to your quarters. All of you go, now.” Mother commands and this isn’t the time to disobey. I walk off slowly enough that I can see the silent face off between Aemond and Daemon. I’m not surprised when Aemond withdraws, following us out of the room. The evening ends up a disaster.

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[shugar0cone]

“Risk”

I was one of the most influential overloards, music. I controlled all of it especially when Lilith left. I was strong but the work that came with it was lame, I hated when people used my songs without my permission.

I started to fall sleep at the Vs table. Val needed songs for his special shows, vel needed more songs on social media to bring in more, and vox just needed things for background music. “So what do you say.” Vox says and turned to me. I snored in response. I woke up. “Sure just here.” You signed the papers. You went to walk out until velvet grabbed me and took a picture with me.

I went to the hotel tired, I went to a total 6 places for copy-write and then i still had a song to be made. I took off my shoes, nifty cleaned the place enough so you could take them off but not clean enough to take off my socks. “Ugh!” I yelled and clenched my hair. “Man I wanna quit doing this.” I say. I hear static. The room felt more heavy and dark. “What’s wrong my dear.” He put a hand down on my shoulder and looked at me. “Overloard crap, I don’t have time to enjoy my power instead I’m doing meeting then I’m doing shit at this fucking hotel!” I kicked a pole and it shifted. “Shit.” I grabbed it. “Alastor it’s been so long that I can’t remeber how strong I am.” I pinched my nose confused and conflicted with my self, “I want to help myself but I also want to help Charlie. I’m doing both and it’s not working.” I sat on the couch. I felt a pair of hands grasping my shoulders and rubbing them. “Now, dear you just need to do you, besides you don’t believe in this redemption crap.” I thought for abit. “I don’t but maybe if I take the risk it could work.” I held my hands together. “Alastor, if people didn’t try we would be somewhere else these days.” I say. Alastor looked down at me. “Think about it if somone didn’t risk the idea of radio you wouldn’t be you, if god risked falling his favorite son where would we go.” I sighed. “You’re right my love but…” he paused the smile never faded. “But if those risk takers where wrong think about the humiliation oh and the pain.” He laughed. I looked down sadden. “I’m quitting…” tear plucked my eyes. I loved my job I loved music, but at the same time every tune and every rhyme was mine when it should be shared. “Music should be given to people not stolen.” I thought. This is my risk maybe if I risked being weak and risked being vulnerable then maybe others could enjoy the symphony I took. “Yep I’m done.” With that I got up and left the hotel.

A week has passed since I quit. Charlie hugged me. “THATS A REDEEMING QUALITY YOU WHERE SELFLESS AND SHARED MUSIC AGAIN.” I smiled. “Hey I kept some of it.” I said holding up some sheets of music. “Besides it’s a way to express one’s self.” I looked at Alastor who had a grin on his face. “And it’s the risk I took.” I smiled at him. Thinking ‘and you should too.’

AN: not my best but honestly go board and just wrote, I do like the idea of a music overloard and definitely did not re use this idea for y/n instead of my oc…heh… anyways hopped y’all enjoyed my loves!

P.s: droop stuff in my inbox I love hearing yall suggestions!

-Shugar

#alastor #hazbin hotel #alastor x reader #hazbin x reader #charlie morningstar #angel dust #vaggie #fanfic #hazbin hotel husk

[batfam-slash]

The minute they’re back at the Batcave, Damian just wants to disappear to his room.

He has to get away from everyone, but his fingers are trembling as he tries to get out of his uniform.

“Hold up, Little D.”

Damian lets out a sigh. He’s ashamed at how much that warm voice makes his heart pound. And when he turns to look at Grayson he just wants to melt on the spot.

“Wanted to say thanks,” Grayson says softly, eyes sparkling. “For saving me. It’s not often I’m the one being saved on a mission.”

It’s like the beginning of one of Damian’s fantasies. He’s imagined this countless times; rescuing Grayson and then beaming with pride as Grayson swoons over him.

Grayson isn’t swooning though. Instead he gives Damian a friendly clap on the shoulder and ruffles his hair, and Damian hates himself for being so foolish as to entertain the idea that Grayson would ever want him like that.

“Don’t think the Demon Brat wants any thanks,” Todd interrupts with a grin. “I think he wants something else from you, pretty bird.”

Damian’s face burns.

He thought he’d hid it well; he thought he’d been strong. But if even Todd noticed, he must be weak weak weak-

Father gives him a fond smile. The smile of someone who knows his son has a hopeless crush.

Grayson just laughs. “What are you talking about, Jay?”

“Oh c’mon, Dick. We all saw the way he threw himself off that building for you. Didn’t even hesitate. He could have died.”

Damian would do it again.

“Shut up, Todd,” he growls. “Your opinion is unwanted.”

“Just saying it as I see it,” Todd says with a shrug. “Nothing wrong with it, kid. You’re seventeen; it’s about time you popped a boner over someone. And everyone pops a boner over Dickie at some point.”

Grayson gives Damian a look that he can’t quite read, and he wants the floor to swallow him whole.

A few years ago, Damian would have responded to a disrespectful comment from Todd by launching himself at the older man and instigating a fight that would earn him a scolding from Father, Grayson and Alfred. Todd would always just laugh it off of course, being the annoying idiot he is.

But Damian now knows how to better push Todd’s buttons, just as Todd clearly knows how to push his.

“I’ve seen the way you look at him, kid,” Todd taunts. “The way you fawn over him like a little puppy desperate for approval. And the way you stare at his ass when you think he isn’t looking.”

That’s the moment Damian snaps.

A few years ago he would have reacted with his fists.

But now he wordlessly marches over to where Drake has been watching this exchange silently. He can tell from the way Drake instinctively goes into a defensive stance that he thinks he’s about to be attacked, and he can hear Todd swearing at him, but a stunned silence descends on the room as Damian grabs Drake gently round the waist, dips him slightly, and kisses him.

Drake is stiff in his arms but doesn’t push him away, clearly caught off guard. Nobody else seems to know how to react, so Damian just keeps kissing him. He’s big enough and strong enough now that he can support Drake’s weight, and if this were happening in a different context it might actually be quite nice.

“What the fuck,” Todd says eventually.

That prompts Damian to pull away and set Drake upright, because he’s pretty sure he’ll be the one getting punched if he carries on. Todd looks murderous.

“See?” Damian hisses angrily, his eyes blurry with angry tears. “You don’t know a thing about what I want.”

He’s very aware of everyone staring at him, and Grayson just looks sad. The awkward silence fills the room again.

Damian gives Drake what he hopes is an apologetic look, and Drake gives him a reassuring smile. It’s the first time that Damian has noticed that Drake is almost as beautiful as Grayson.

When he feels the tears on his cheeks Damian turns on his heel and heads back up to the manor, ready to die from his humiliation.

#damidick #damitim #jaytim

[thezoraprince]

Elderly Antics - elderly Zora headcanons

“Elderly Zora antics headcanons? I wonder if they have cliques, or are one big clique. Obviously we know Seggin and Trello are bffs since their time in the guard, but little headcanons like that! For example, I feel like Kapson and Dento might have a decent friendship and they plan wedding jewelry to be crafted for couples.” - @rocklover719

we’ve had so many conversations about Seggin and Trello being bffs, and i cannot see it any other way now. honestly, i think they’re one big clique with smaller cliques (if that makes sense?). i like to think that they all get together at least once a month to talk about stuff or hang out.

also, i love how i turned this small little ask into 3 1/2 pages of nonsense.

anyway, enjoy <3

Seggin is an absolute ass… we all know that

Trello is kind, but LOVES gossip

Jiahto keeps secrets to himself, but loves hearing others (it’s detrimental to Zora’s Domain’s history)

Kapson talks the most shit… aside from Seggin

Dento cannot stand when someone asks for something extremely elaborate and detailed (even though he loves detail)

Muzu is just a brown-nose wannabe (but knows more than people give him credit for)

and Dorephan… he’s pretty cool

everyone talks shit about Muzu, let’s be real here

i’m gonna split everyone into different sections now, because i have words (except Dorephan, because he’s the realest and so so chill)

Seggin

talks the most shit

loves gossip

will have tea with Trello and chat for HOURS

very strict with Bazz

also refuses to give Bazz candy/sweets

“Sugar will turn you into a monster.”

but ultimately proud of his son for being well behaved

“Why are you friends with Rivan? He’s far too chaotic for your own good.”

will carry shock arrows to assert his dominance

everyone is scared of him (except for Dorephan and Trello)

VERY impatient with Jiahto’s research

just impatient in general

really doesn’t like Rivan

“Trello, why is your child like this?”

but will babysit Dunma after Rivan ends up getting her

“This child CANNOT be as rambunctious as you. We need a strong-willed soldier on our defenses. Not a candy-ass heathen like yourself.”

if he REALLY needs to spill tea with someone, he’ll go to Kapson

and they will sit and talk so much shit that NO ONE knows about

“Did you hear Mei and Fronk are having aNOTHER CHILD?!”

“Oh Hylia, not this again…”

has a soft side for pastries

Trello

has given up on trying to scold Rivan

and he gets a lot of shit from Seggin about it

“I know… it’s a lost cause.”

but he loves his son so much

“Rivan, don’t listen to that grumpy, mean, old man. You’re perfect the way you are.”

but ABSOLUTELY scolds him for bringing Dunma home

“Why on Earth do you have a Zora egg in your arms?”

expresses his feelings through journaling

loves writing letters

and LOVES planning parties and events

super interested in Jiahto’s research and findings

plans ceremonies with Kapson from time to time

during guard training, he’ll bring Rivan along to watch (mainly because he can’t trust him at home alone)

loves babysitting the children

because he has a soft heart 

secretly gives Bazz sweets

Jiahto

loves gossip, but hates gossip

“Can you all shut up for two seconds so I can think? For Hylia’s sake…”

too involved in his studies

the lack of sleep really catches up to him

if coffee is a thing… Jiahto’s had 7 cups of it today

loves journaling

and starts a journaling club with Trello

the amount of maps and scrolls in his home and office… too many

will bring up stories of Ancient Hyrule/Zora’s Domain just randomly

he’s gotta share with someone

often meets with Dento to discuss Ancient Zora attire, jewelry, and weaponry

and Dento enjoys his company

Jiahto spends a lot of time on research and writing, which ultimately holds him back from having a family of his own

but it’s okay, because he thoroughly believes that children’s grubby hands will destroy the ancient artifacts in his possession

would be a teacher if he wasn’t already busy enough

meets with Kapson often to discuss marriage rituals and how they’ve changed overtime

asks everyone on their opinion of the world: what they would change and why

asks too many questions

the only one who semi-enjoys chatting with Muzu… but only because he knows things that others won’t about the Zora Royal Family and their lineage

Kapson

is tired of the bs

ultimately wants to retire from being a priest

but he does enjoy it

helps Jiahto a lot with his research

and even suggests that he comes with him to Tarrey Town when he goes

“I can’t, Kapson. My life is here. But please write, and send me lots of information on the land!”

Kapson really likes poetry and ancient stories involving friendship/unity

will chat with Seggin for hours about people whose relationship is not going to last

“Yeah, they’re definitely getting a divorce.”

will collaborate with Dento on marital/ritual jewelry (and you’ll often find Jiahto sitting in on the conversations)

VERY traditional

hates when people use furniture incorrectly

“Ohmmm... Goddess Hyliaaaa... Please cast your divine judgment down upon the humble servant who speaks to me from atop my furniture…” (an actual quote???? what?)

he’s quite forgiving on other things

refuses to let Trello bring Rivan when they meet for something

Dento

honestly, wants to be left alone

enjoys his solitude

“Don’t talk to me. I’m busy.”

but he’s fine if Jiahto or Kapson come to visit, because that constitutes as work

enjoys talking with Seggin about guard affairs 

and he asks quite a bit about Bazz

HATES when Rivan comes into his place of business

“If you even think about touching that spear, I’ll see that you don’t come back.”

makes very special jewelry for Marot

because he loves his family unconditionally 

really wants Marot to marry Cleff

treats Fronk and Ledo like family

though he thinks Mei is a bit… irresponsible

when Muzu comes in with requests, he definitely zones out

talks with Seggin about how they need to get Trello to discipline Rivan more

“He’s a lost cause, Seggin… but I do agree.”

Muzu

just wants a friend

but is too stuck up to be in the cliques

closest to Jiahto because of his knowledge on the Zora Royal Family

self absorbed

usually too busy to make it to the monthly gossip meeting

but when he does make it, he SPILLS

and Seggin smiles for once

#tag yourself i'm muzu #god i LOVED writing this #i wanna see young jiahto #i'd marry that man #requests #request #about requests #<3 #zora #zoras domain #elderly zora #zora headcanons #elderly zora headcanons #seggin #trello #dento #kapson #jiahto #muzu #botw zora #totk zora #botw #breath of the wild #totk #tears of the kingdom #botw headcanon #totk headcanon

[onyourhyuck]

︶꒦꒷♡ Déjà Vu. | l.mk

synopsis; y/n and mark had an one night stand once, it happened again twice coincidentally and now for the third time.

warnings; slight comedy relief, ykyk gotta keep jokes up. mark is a soft dom, y/n is a switch, no protection (wrap ya willy sons), alcohol mention, no clothes.

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you and mark face each other in the awkward silence. remembering his expression the moment he turned around to see who he slept with, it was you again. this situation is already as confusing to grasp as it was but it does not change the fact that out of 500 men of your choice, your drunk self always goes back to this dude you have no idea what his name is either until recently of your second one night stand together. mark sits up on the bed as you do too.

he tried his best to find the right words. it did not work out. “So…this is the third time we’ve woken up like this together and I’m pretty sure that means we can’t call it an one night stand anymore. This is like freakish deja vu all over again.”

you sigh, honestly the hangover headache is annoying you the most now. “maybe you’re just into me and you don’t want to admit it.” y/n would tell the boy who wide eyed glances at you.

“as if, it is probably you! why would i go to you for the third time?” mark defensively said. y/n starts to glare at mark covering her breasts that were exposed with both hands. “how should i know I’m not you.”

“ah wait that’s true… you’re not me.” mark mumbled feeling dumbfounded. “ah whatever, do you want to introduce ourselves to make it less awkward?” you raise your eyebrows at his words, but nod eventually giving in. a name would not hurt the situation.

“mark lee, what about you?” you would grab the hem of the duvet blanket using it to cover your naked body. “y/n.”

another awkward silence. he slightly whines feeling the hungover in the immune system finally take over with its side effects.

“I- well, I don’t remember anything from last night because of the alcohol haha…maybe you do?” mark shakes his head, leaving you dropped speechless. “Ah..do you sleep around often is that why?”

he was slightly stunned by the strong judgement of yours but he shook his head. “nah, i don’t sleep around a lot. mostly when i go out to drink and if i happen to feel like it. what about you, do you sleep around a lot?” you look down, humming along the lines. “uh, same as you but i was expecting you to..sleep around a lot. sorry for my judgement.”

mark scoffs in a joking manner. “nothin wrong with that y/n, can’t be helped especially the situation we are in.” you smile in agreement. “true, do you remember what we did last night then?”

he looks around the room, both of your clothes scattered on the ground, your bag dropped with your makeup, phone and wallet on the floor, shoes at the entrance of the wide open bedroom door. Mark’s bedroom had two large mirrors and wide wardrobe closets, he had a medium size windows with curtains covering them. it was a dark room overall. you rub your head trying to remember what you both did.

“not really.” he replies lowly, y/n sighs, understanding the situation because she is the same as him. probably confused, maybe hating life a little but we won’t speak upon that.

“i mean.. i had a great time.” mark would mutter and you felt a flush on your face. “me too..I’m glad we feel the same way.” his smile that you saw felt very safe and welcoming. he had a kind heart, and he was actually very hot, now that you are sober enough to notice it up close and personal.

“You’re also quite good in bed.” you blurted out suddenly, which were your thoughts originally. y/n would look at him in shock, you were cussing yourself out in your head because of your big mouth, but your eyes moved up only to see mark staring at you deeply already.

mark and you shared eye contact for a minute before you and him lean in. it was more of a balancing feeling between the two because mark noticed the expression in your eyes, it was almost alluring and lustful. he realised how beautiful you were as well the more he leans in.

both lips slowly touch, engulfing in the small ember sparking on light, the spark starts small and only gets bigger because your bodies were engulfing in a deep wakeful embrace of mark holding your body on top of him as you were ready to take him all once again.

“you too” mark would finally tell you in reply to your compliment previously, his voice was husky, he starts feeling your bed hair, sweeping it to the back as you mumbling sweet nothings just randomly based on your feeling of your emotions and body.

“y’know this must be destiny from god.. to see you three times in a row.” y/n would blabber in between the makeout that broke and rejoined once again, he hums liking the way you felt, somehow not being able to forget or get over how your body moves and feels on him.

mark leans back against the bed frame allowing you to look at him from beneath. his fingertips running down the spine away from your hair, and then down to your ass cupping them together. “i agree, maybe it’s meant to be.”

mark quickly sighs into the warm air in the dark bedroom, feeling captivated by your beauty even if you are hungover in the morning.

“ride me y/n.” mark whispers in a way that made you feel worshiped because it was so needy with mix of dark and masculine tone. mark knew exactly when to extract himself into being in control and then crafting himself into allowing you to use him however you please. you very much loved that.

“bet baby, round four it is.”

one thing for sure is decided mutually between you two. none of you will run away from each other and treat this as an one night stand, in fact you will both get to know each other on a greater level.

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@onyourhyuck please refer on translating, copy righting and plagiarising my work.

reblog, vote, comment and follow me for more future content like this! <3

#mark lee smut #nct fanfiction #nct smut #nct x reader

[whatdaliloves]

I don’t know how this works but people keep messaging me but most of them are either scams or just faked profiles. Please don’t do that, like I’m already embarrassed enough coming here and now I’m answering people who don’t even want to share my go fund me. I have always been embarrassed to ask for help so I’ve never done it but my depression is getting out of control and have taken me to a very dark place to the point I wrote a letter to my husband and kids explaining why the would be so much better without me but luckily I am still strong enough to not do something stupid. So my story is and the reason why I’m asking for help might feel stupid for some of you or you might not understand. I have no place to live because I can’t really find work the way I look. I was staying with my mother in law but she treated my son so bad that I could t stay there any longer so now we’ll I’m staying wherever my car takes me. I lost all my teeth because I used to over produced calcium but one day it kind of just changed and I didn’t have enough calcium in my body but I didn’t know that was the reason why my teeth were all breaking down. Now I have no teeth and dentures are really expensive so I can’t get them and looking like this I just don’t talk to anyone anymore and I have my husband do everything. I hate myself and the way I look. I just want to be able to get dentures so I can get a job so I’m asking anyone that can donate even a dollar or share it with friends I will be so thankful and it will be deeply appreciated so thank you in advance. I would never ask anyone for money but I’m desperate and so tired of feeling defeated. Here is the link to my go fund me page and again Im asking for whatever you can do to help me. Thank you again!

https://gofund.me/fa43d411

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[razzle-zazzle]

Whumptober Day 12: i haven't slept for days, but who's counting?

Red + Insomnia

2394 Words; Sit Still, Look Pretty

TW for implied kidnapping

AO3 ver

There had been little warning.

Dion had wandered off of the fairgrounds some time after lunch to find a payphone to talk to Gisu. He was more than old enough to do so, and Augustus trusted that he would be back well before sundown. If anything, Augustus was happy that his son was able to hold a steady relationship.

But then Dion didn’t come back.

The sky began to shift, brilliant warm hues coloring the horizon, and Augustus had yet to see his son return. Perhaps he had just missed him? Augustus made his way to Donatella, who was going over their equipment by the caravan.

He wrapped his arms around her, greeting her with a kiss on the shoulder. “Дорогая, have you seen Dion?”

Donatella giggled, turning around to kiss him back. “I don’t believe so,” she responded, “Isn’t he usually back by now?”

Augustus nodded. The horizon had been set aflame by the falling sun, and yet he hadn’t seen Dion return. “I’m sure he’s fine,” he started, “But I can’t help but worry.” Dion was strong. But with everything that had happened over the summer…

“Oh, mio caro,” Donatella put her hands on his shoulders. “Let’s go look for him. I’m sure our little bambino just lost track of time.” She set the clipboard on one of the crates.

Yes, that would put Augustus’ worries to rest. He took Donatella’s hand, then stopped.

“Wait, let me—” He raised a hand to his temple, and with a burst of mental effort—he was still getting used to his powers, still trying to wrap his head around them—he reached out to Frazie.

Солнышко, can you hear me?

This is still so weird, Frazie’s mental presence responded. But yeah.

Augustus concentrated. Watch the kids for us, okay? Your Mom and I are going on a little walk.

Ooookay. And with that, Frazie’s mental presence left the conversation.

Augustus removed his hand from his temple. “Let’s go.”

Donatella snorted. “I sometimes wonder if you love your new abilities more than you love me,” she joked.

Augustus leaned into her. “Я люблю тебя всей душой.” He murmured. And it was true—he loved his wife with every fiber of his being. It was impossible not to.

Donatella chuckled. “Ti amo anch’io.” She returned. “Now let’s go find our son.”

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The sky had long darkened by the time they returned. There had been no sign of Dion anywhere—the payphones were abandoned.

Frazie had realized what their “walk” was for by the time they got back; Augustus wouldn’t have kept the truth from her, regardless.

Still, Augustus held hope that Dion would return come the morning. Surely, after everything that had happened over the summer, after all that the family had been through, they were at least owed some degree of luck by the universe. Surely.

But the sun rose again with no Dion in sight, and Augustus could deny it no longer—

Something had happened to his son.

+=+=+=+=+

Queepie didn’t like it.

Seven days. Seven days of that icky sticky feeling that Queepie abhorred. Seven days of it permeating the entire camp like fog, clinging to every surface.

The last time Queepie had felt like this, had felt this anxiety-nausea coiled in his stomach and making it impossible to dance, was when Raz had run away. He hated it. It clung to everything and everyone, even him.

He wondered if Dion had run away. He couldn’t imagine why, though. But Raz’ example was the only one Queepie had to go off of—he couldn’t fathom any other reason for this icky sticky feeling.

The radio blasted some nameless song—Queepie wished they were close enough to the quarry to catch K.L.O.B. Morris had been talking about getting new songs before winter—Queepie wondered what it’d sound like when the family returned.

But Morris wasn’t here, just like Dion—though at least Morris wasn’t missing.

Queepie leaned back, closing his eyes against the bright blue sky. Even up here, on top of the caravan, everything felt icky. The radio kept playing, the birds kept chirping, the leaves kept falling, the world kept turning—

“QUEEPIE! How many times have I told you not to climb up there!”

—and Donatella’s voice cut right through the air, icky sticky.

Queepie stuck out his tongue. He knew how to fall, and the caravan wasn’t even that hard to climb. If anything, it was safer up here.

(Dion had told him, once, that a bird might swoop down and snatch Queepie up if he sat on top of the caravan. Queepie had thought that sounded so cool, but no birds ever came. So even still, the caravan was safe.)

“Don’t make me come up there!” Donatella threatened. “Arquipo Galileo Aquato!”

Queepie grumbled. He started to make his way down, the radio floating down with him. He knew better than to mess around when being full-named. It was like a law of the universe, or something: being full-named meant trouble if one didn’t stop what they were doing.

Donatella scooped Queepie up the moment he was back on the ground. “I don’t want you wandering where I can’t see you, gufetto.” She murmured. “Not while your brother is missing.”

Queepie huffed, crossing his arms. “You could see me up there.” He pointed out.

“That’s not the point.” Donatella replied. “I couldn’t find you,” She explained, “And that scared me.” She pressed a kiss to Queepie’s forehead, ignoring the way he squirmed. “Don’t scare me like that, okay gufetto?”

Despite his misgivings, Queepie curled into his mother’s grasp. “Okay.”

He didn’t want to make the icky-sticky feeling any worse than it already was.

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Mirtala squinted into the darkness. What time was it? Wayyyyy too early to be up, she decided, rolling over.

Beside her, Queepie was still asleep, blanket clutched tight in his hands. She had offered him Prince Froggington, but Queepie had refused the rabbit plush on principle. Whatever. He could have his blanket, then, and Mirtala would hold onto Prince Froggington. Even though she was a big girl, now, and didn’t need to hold onto a plushie—she just felt like it.

A few moments later, Mirtala rolled over again. Her face scrunched up, and she squeezed Prince Froggington a little tighter.

Queepie’s breathing mixed with the muffled sounds of the outside world. Mirtala tried to slow her own breathing, to relax and fall asleep—

She rolled back over. She hugged Prince Froggington tighter.

Sleep still refused to take her back into its embrace.

With a grumble in the back of her throat, Mirtala sat up. She rubbed her eyes, stretched, and stood, opening up the tent flap. Cold night air washed in, and she shuddered, but still, she padded out onto the dirt and closed the flap behind her.

Mirtala made to walk over to Dee’s tent—

It wasn’t there. Mirtala rubbed at her eyes. Right. Dee had been missing for two weeks—there was no point setting up his tent when they moved to the next town. She’d heard Mom and Dad talk about returning to the quarry, where Raz and Nona were. Maybe Raz could use his secret agent skills to find out what happened to Dion.

Mirtala held Prince Froggington closer. The air was really cold out here, so she couldn’t linger. She turned to Frazie’s tent.

Sisters had to stick together, after all. Sure, Dion wouldn’t wake for anything until the sun came up, but Dion wasn’t here right now. So Mirtala went to Frazie, who was just as good. She could almost pretend that Dion was here, and she was just choosing Frazie’s tent over his stinky no-good boy tent. Frazie was warmer anyway.

(Maybe if she wished hard enough, Dion would come back.

It wasn’t likely, but Mirtala couldn’t help but hope. Dee would be back soon. He had to.)

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Three weeks.

Dion had been gone for three weeks, and Frazie was pissed.

Where did he get off, disappearing like that? Without a trace, too. They’d just gotten back to traveling after Pooter’s big adventure, too, and now this?

Frazie wanted Dion back just so she could yell at him. Punch his stupid face for making everyone worry—

For making Frazie worry. For making her lay awake at night thinking of all the horrible things that could have happened to him—

Frazie shook her head. She needed to focus. With Dion gone, all of his chores fell to the rest of the family. To her. Wherever he was, it wasn’t here, meaning Frazie had to step up and cover for his missing ass.

She was doing the laundry, now, working Queepie’s blanket cape against the washboard. Her baby brother had screamed and kicked when she’d come to take it, but Frazie took it anyway—it was disgusting. It needed to be cleaned.

Normally, it was Dion who ended up cleaning Queepie’s cape—he was the only one besides Mom who was willing to put up with the inevitable outbursts. But Dion wasn’t here. So it fell to Frazie to step up, kneeling over the basin on bruised shins.

“How much longer?” Queepie lifted himself up to lean over the side of the basin. Frazie put a sud-soaked hand on his face to push him back before he fell in.

“It wouldn’t take so long if you let it get washed more often,” She grumbled, scrubbing at a stubborn snot stain. Ugh. When Dion got back, she’d have to tell him to clean Queepie’s cape more often—this was just disheartening. He could deal with the bruised shins and the grody blanket cape in Frazie’s stead.

Queepie crossed his arms. “It doesn’t need washed.” He insisted. “It’s fine.”

Frazie made a face. “It’s disgusting, is what it is.” She scrubbed at a particularly crusty spot, trying not to imagine what it could be.

Queepie gasped. “No it’s not! Take it back!”

Frazie stuck out her tongue.

“Take it back!” Queepie gripped the edge of the basin, lifting himself up to lean forwards once again, “Take it back take it back take it back—”

The water exploded. Queepie fell back onto the dirt.

Frazie blinked. Water continued to drip languidly from her hair, from her shawl, from every inch of her down onto the dirt.

Queepie looked up at her with wide eyes.

“AUGHH!” Frazie was done. She was so done. This wasn’t even her job—but Dion just had to go and disappear without even any sign that he was still alive, like some selfish jerk who didn’t care if it stressed out the family he left behind—

She stood up, her hands balled into fists. “Guess what? Your blanket’s done!” She kicked the side of the basin. She wasn’t doing any more of this. The water was frigid, anyway.

Queepie made a face. “It’s wet!” He complained.

“DRY IT YOURSELF!” Frazie turned on her heel, not lingering long enough to see if Queepie started crying. She didn’t care. She didn’t. She didn’t care that Dion was missing or that she was soaking wet or that Queepie was probably crying by the basin over a waterlogged blanket cape and a mean older sister. She didn’t have it in her to care.

Frazie shoved open the flap of her tent and fell onto the bedroll, not caring if she got it wet. She screamed into the pillow.

Her eyes stung. It was probably just the soap. Her face was warm. (The laundry water was cold.) Her throat tightened.

Still, Frazie was fine. Everything was fine. She wasn’t crying at all.

(She’d always been good at denial.)

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Donatella shuffled out into the morning air, pulling her coat a little tighter over her shoulders. The November sunlight wasn’t enough to warm the air, especially not at this hour—there was barely any, actually, the horizon just beginning to tint red. Still, she was out here, her hair still in its braid from when she settled into bed the night before, squinting blearily at the mailbox they brought with them on their travels, all because she couldn’t sleep.

She opened the box. A letter from Lucrecia, an ad, a bill, another ad—

Her foot bumped against something on the ground. Donatella looked down.

Well. That was certainly different.

The package was a plain cardboard box, barely half a foot tall. “The Aquato Family Circus” was written across the tape in elegant blue marker.

Donatella didn’t recognize the handwriting, and couldn’t find a return address. She regarded the box suspiciously, unsure whether she should open it.

A breeze blew in. Donatella shivered.

“Oh, fine.” She wasn’t sure whether she wanted to open the package, but she wanted to bring it into camp even less. And she certainly wasn’t going to waste time mulling it over—not in this cold, and not when she hadn’t slept nearly enough.

For lack of a knife, Donatella pried the tape off with her fingers, scraping at the edge with her nails until she had enough to grab and pull. It came off with less resistance than she was expecting.

Donatella pushed the flaps aside. There was a note atop a layer of bubblewrap. She pulled it out.

What lovely embroidery!

That was it. Donatella turned the card over—nope, nothing else. Just those three words in elegant blue ink, the handwriting unfamiliar. Alright then.

Prying apart the bubblewrap, Donatella pulled out a blue vest, neatly folded. Her thumb brushed over familiar embroidery on the collar—

Donatella was wide awake now. She set the vest in her lap, pulling out green-and-white tights with patches on the knees, a red sash, brown shorts with swirls sewn onto the hems—

Donatella felt lightheaded. She needed to lie down—

She pushed aside the last layer of bubblewrap to find a pair of green boots. There was a scrap of blue fabric in one of them, and in the other—

Seven red hair ties. She rubbed one of them between her fingers—she could just barely feel the grease.

Donatella inhaled a stuttered breath. The cold air was like sandpaper down her throat—or was it the pounding of her chest that made her throat tighten so? She struggled to breathe in, to get any air when she was utterly surrounded by it—all she could see were the red hair ties in her hand, red red red filling her vision while the world spun.

When she managed to breathe again, her scream shook the trees.

#whumptober2023 #no.12 #red #insomnia #psychonauts #zaz writes #kidnapping tw #okay the lack of tw on this one is really weird to me #bc this is sslp #ig it's the aquato focus/lack of dee and carrie in this one #sit still look pretty au #augustus aquato #donatella aquato #queepie aquato #mirtala aquato #frazie aquato #this family is really going through it fr fr #even though this piece doesn't have any of the doll whump i'm gonna mark it as mature to be safe. bc sslp #frazie when augustus says he and dona are going on a walk: 🤨

[multi-everything7]

Ok so this is a short Lucifer, Supernatural and Good Omens crossover I wrote. 

Should I make this into a whole fic and post on ao3? 

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They did it. Armageddon didn’t happen. Adam stopped it. 

A loud crack sounded from behind them. 

“No. This can’t be right. I swear I threw her into an empty universe.” a tall, dark haired brit said.

“Lucifer! Slow down!” a woman called after him.

The brit in the expensive suit didn’t listen to her.

“Lucifer!” she yelled. 

“I’m just going to ask them something, relax.” he called as he turned around and walked backwards, still heading to the group.

The woman suddenly disappeared and reappeared a few feet in front of him as he turned back around. 

“I’m just saying we should be careful. I mean, you’re you, a lot of universes are very wary and untrusting of you.” 

“As they should be. I’m the devil after all.” 

“Yeah, but you’re still a lot nicer than most versions of you.”

“Lucifer?” came a confused voice. 

“Indeed. I need to speak to your god. It’s urgent.” he said with that signature smile.

“I can feel mom's presence here. She created this world.”

“Eden. That’s impossible. She could create, but she wasn’t strong enough to create all this.”

“I’m the First Creation you little shit. I was the first thing she and dad created. I’ve known her for billions of years longer than you have, I know her presence and this is it. All this is hers.”

“Hey. You’re an angel. Go upstairs and tell your god it's urgent and that we need to meet with her.”

“I’m not just an angel. I’m Gabriel, and I’m not taking orders from you.”

The two looked at him with a slightly disgusted look.

“You’re Gabriel?” Lucifer judged.

“Suddenly I’m glad our Gabriel is how he is. Damn, you look like you have a whole tree up your ass. Relax dude.” Eden spoke.

“Lucifer? Eden?” a voice boomed. It was her. A ray of light shone brightly and a woman stepped out.

“Mom.” Eden smiled at the familiar face. “Still hanging on to Charlotte's face I see.”

“What can I say? She was a stunning lady.” she smiled. “Now what are you two doing here? I never thought I’d see you two again.”

“Dad’s destroying the multiverse.”

“What.”

“He’s wiping the slate clean. Everything he’s created that still exists is being destroyed.”

“He didn’t create this world. I did.”

“He created the empty universe we threw you into. You just created everything inside it.”

“He has no right to destroy my masterpiece!”

“Oh I think I do.” a new voice came.

“You.” 

“Honey, I’m home.”

“What on earth has gotten into you?”

“I grew bored. I’m going to start a new project, I just need to wipe the slate clean first.”

“Just because you’re angry that two random people managed to get free of your narrative doesn’t mean that you have to erase every single universe.”

“I made a mistake giving humans free will.”

“Hey Chuck!” another voice came. The new arrivals were a blond, young man and two taller older men.

“You really are a pain in the ass aren’t you?”

“It’s what we are best at apparently. Why don’t you take a hit at us before you un-create us. It’s us you hate.” the shortest to the two older men tempted.

“You know. That’s a good idea.” Chuck said and then started throwing punches at them. 

Eden gasped. “That’s brilliant.”

“What?” Charlotte asked.

“Look at Jack.” Said boy's eyes were glowing gold as he absorbed the godly energy Chuck released as he beat the brothers to a pulp. 

“Who is that boy?” 

“My son apparently. My monster was released from its cage and impregnated some poor woman. Since the monster has a part of my grace, the boy is technically mine.”

“How old is he?”

“Three.”

“A three year old nephilim is going to be your new god? Are you crazy?”

“I’ll guide him, and take over if he wishes to be with his family, after we fix what’s left of heaven. There’s been a civil war for the last five years. There are only seven angels left in the whole of heaven.”

“What? Where was he?”

“Gone. He has been missing for millions of years. He only decided to show up again because we released The Darkness.”

“Amara is free? Why hasn’t she destroyed everything?”

“She tried, but then they made up for a while, and then she moved on, decided to take a vacation and enjoy what humanity has to offer. He became jealous and angry.”

They watched as Chuck turned to face the young nephilim. He looked him straight in the eyes as he snapped his fingers. His dark expression turned into terror as nothing happened as he tried again and again. The glowing eyes of the boy suddenly looked terrifying. The boy grabbed Chuck’s head and absorbed the rest of his powers.

“Nephilims are powerful, but not this powerful. How is he able to do this?”

“He died, but we managed to rip him out of The Empty, not without consequence though.”

“What’s his name?”

“Jack.” Lucifer smiled softly.

“You seem changed Luci. You’re not hateful and angry anymore.”

“I know. I met someone. She changed me, and helped me find my purpose again.”

“Oh really?”

“A detective. His detective as he keeps saying.”

“I realized that I’m going to help souls move on. I’m not going to torture souls anymore. Everyone deserves a second chance.”

“Wow! You really have changed. I’m so happy for you.”

The two bloody, beaten up brothers limped over to them.

“Hey. Let me.” Eden spoke and touched their foreheads, healing them.

“Thanks.” Sam smiled. “Hey Charlotte.”

“Hello boys.”

“What are we doing with him?” Dean asked, nodding towards the whimpering Chuck on the ground.

“I’ll have him here. Out of your way and out of your universe. It’s clear you have a lot of rebuilding to do. The last thing you need to be concerned about is him.”

“Almighty?” a shy voice questioned. Charlotte turned around.

“Aziraphale.” she smiled.

“Are-” he swallowed thickly. “Are you angry?”

“Angry?”

“That we stopped Armageddon?”

“No, not at all. I’m proud. Armageddon was a test. A test to see if you would blindly follow orders or question it. Armageddon was never going to happen. The world is perfect as it is, or, well, almost perfect. But I’m not about to destroy the planet to end a feud that probably isn’t going to end anyway. Now that the great test has passed, I’ll be around more. You’re my children after all, I shouldn’t leave you alone.” 

#good omens #supernatural #lucifer #dean winchester #Sam Winchester #oc #charlotte #chuck #aziraphale #crowley #jack kline #crossover

[missywritesfor7]

🌙Moon’s Light | JJK🌙

Synopsis: Luna is a young paralegal trying to maintain her new found independence and enjoy life. Too bad her job sucks and her boss is the worst. As if that wasn’t bad enough, she encounters a vampire named Jungkook who changes her life in more ways than one.

Jungkook is a shield and protector of the vampire kingdom of Korealis. He’s trained his entire life to block out any and all distractions and focus solely on becoming the strongest. While investigating a potential threat to the kingdom, he encounters Luna who turns out to be more than he could have ever imagined. It becomes his job to protect her, but he can’t tell if what he’s feeling is his devotion to the job or perhaps something deeper.

Secrets are uncovered. Lives are on the line. Hearts are tested.

Pairing: Vampire!Jungkook x Fem!OC

Warnings: Violence, character death, eventual smut, tragedy, some angst, strong language, MINORS DNI

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|| Ch. 34: The Promise ||

Luna felt better after letting everything she had been holding in out. She and Jungkook remained in place on the floor for a while holding each other and crying. Jungkook hadn’t cried like that without transforming in a very long time. So long that he was actually getting angry while simultaneously releasing his feelings. The conflict of emotions makes him want to unleash his own power, but unlike Luna he’s had many years to learn to control it and unleash it in other ways. He cried a lot.

He’s glad that Luna knows the truth now and won’t have to sit around in silent doubt anymore. He’s glad that she released everything she had been holding in so that she would stop hurting herself. He’s glad he can comfort her in his arms.

He hates that all of this happened because of his father. He hates that even after all of these years his father continues to meddle in his relationships. He hates that his father tried feeding Luna bullshit just to get her to do what he wants. He hates his father.

He wants to confront his father. He wants to end all of this once and for all. He’s ready to march down the hall right now and fuck Minseok up the way he wishes he had done many years ago.

When he and Luna recollect themselves, he tells her he’s going to go out for air, but she stops him. While he was thinking of showing his father his power again, Luna saw everything. They were still holding on to each other and she could see him play the memory of nearly killing his father. She already knows that him going to “get air” is likely going to be him retaliating against his father and she can’t let him do that.

Jungkook gave in and stayed with her, but only until she fell sound asleep. He waited a bit to make sure she was in a deep sleep to not be disturbed, then he quietly slipped out of the bed and left the room.

Jungkook’s steps are heavy but determined. At this point he has no desire to ever let Luna go. Something he’s never felt so sure of in his life. If he doesn’t stop it, it will never end. If stopping his father means bringing him close to death, then so be it. Close. He still doesn’t want to kill his father, no matter how awful he is, but he sure as hell will bring him close to it if it means protecting the ones he holds closest to his heart. His mom and Luna.

When he approaches his father’s door he considers knocking, but instead walks right in. Minseok doesn’t seem to be surprised at all by his son barging in unannounced.

“What did you say to her?” Jungkook says shutting the door behind him and storming up to his father sitting on his couch.

“Excuse me?” Minseok says looking at Jungkook offended that he’s talking to him in such a rude tone.

“Why do you do this shit?” Jungkook roars. “Is it your goal to ruin my fucking life? Because you’ve been doing it since I was born!”

“I’m trying to make you stay focused.”

“No you’re not! I’d be more focused if I didn’t have to constantly worry about you feeding my girlfriend lies!”

“I only told her the truth,” Minseok snarks.

“No you didn’t! You knew that engagement was all an act! I told you everything, you knew it wasn’t for real! So why did you tell Luna about it? Why were you talking to her at all?!” Jungkook’s rage is rapidly growing, but Minseok only looks up at him expressionless.

“Do you think she’d still want to be with you if she saw who you really are?”

Jungkook pauses a moment taking in those words. What if she did see him when he’s in full rage? Would she still want to be with someone that has such power?

“Do you think a convert that doesn’t know the level of power you possess will be ok being with you?” Minseok stands getting in Jungkook’s face.

“If I ruin you without her knowing then it wouldn’t matter, would it?” Jungkook says through his teeth.

“Until when?” Minseok says not backing down. “If you’d really do that without her knowing, how long until you do it again and she witnesses it?”

Jungkook doesn’t have a response. He’s pissed and unsure, which makes him even more pissed.

“Don’t you ever come near her again,” he growls not wanting to admit that his father’s words have actually struck a chord. “I will protect her the same way I protect mom.”

“What makes you think she’s worth that?”

“You wouldn’t understand,” Jungkook huffs. “You never gave a shit about anyone other than yourself.” He turns and walks out of the room before his father can think to say anything else.

That’s not exactly how Jungkook wanted that to go. He walks out to the courtyard before going back to his room so he can figure out why he gave up so easily. Why did the mention of Luna seeing his true ability send him into shock? Why is he afraid of her leaving him if she saw it? Of course he has no intention of letting her see that part of him, but what if she does? She passed out when he first told her he was a vampire. How would she react to his power? The power he can’t even be truthful with her, or anyone, about.

“What are you doing out here?”

Jungkook turns around to see Jimin casually strolling through the courtyard behind him.

“Trouble sleeping,” Jungkook lies.

“Would it have something to do with whatever caused Luna to use her power earlier?”

“How do you know about that?”

“Did you forget my ability?” Jimin asks pointing to his ears.

“Right,” Jungkook exhales. “You and your bionic ears.”

“These bionic ears might save you one day.”

“From what?”

“Yourself,” Jimin says as if Jungkook should know better. “What happened? I thought it was you at first and almost gathered the troops, but it was a little different so I figured it was Luna.”

“You thought it was me? Is her power that similar to mine?”

“No,” Jimin chuckles. “Her power doesn’t make the entire ground tremble. Your power is fucking terrifying.”

“Thanks,” Jungkook says sarcastically. It’s not exactly what he wanted to hear while he’s trying to convince himself that Luna wouldn’t lose her shit learning about his power. “My dad got to her. Fed her some bullshit and she was upset about it.”

“But she knows he’s just trying to get between you two, right?”

“Yeah, but this…I guess he found one thing that she would struggle to let go of.”

“What did he tell her?”

“He told her I was engaged before.” Jungkook looks right in Jimin’s eyes to convey his displeasure. “He gave her no context or details, just fucking said it to her and she sat on it until she lost her shit.”

“But you explained it to her right? That doesn’t count as a real engagement.”

“Yeah I told her that, but she damn near blew my ass away before she gave me a chance to explain.”

“She’s really strong, isn’t she?”

“You heard her,” Jungkook chuckles.

“Yeah I did,” Jimin laughs. “Make sure you don’t piss her off too bad in the future.”

“Yeah thanks, I’ll keep that in mind. What are you doing out here anyway?”

“Wasting time,” Jimin sighs. “Thinking about Hyungwon.”

“So you know?”

“Yeah. I’m not worried or anything.” That’s a lie. Jimin may typically stay awake through the wee hours of the night, but he isn’t usually walking around alone when he is.

“Right,” Jungkook says seeing right through him. “You think he’ll find a way out?”

“Probably.” Jimin’s eyes are almost as big as Jungkook’s. He won’t admit how afraid he really is, but truly he’s terrified. Knowing that Hyungwon knows who he is has left Jimin unsettled since the moment they saw each other face to face. If Hyungwon manages to escape somehow, Jimin knows he’d be enemy number one. Or number two.

“He knew who I was,” Jimin continues. “I spent so much of my life trying to stay undercover, but somehow he still knew exactly who I was. I just don’t know what he might do to me if he breaks free.”

“I’m sure he won’t though,” Jungkook says trying to ease his worries. “Plus you’re under the protection of the King, they won’t let anything happen to you.”

“And Luna? Will she be under the same protection?”

“She’ll be under my protection.”

Jimin knows that look in Jungkook’s eyes. He’s never been more serious about anything since he vowed to protect his mom from his father. Jimin knows Jungkook will stop at nothing to protect the ones closest to his heart.

“You like her a lot, don’t you?” Jimin smiles.

“I love her,” Jungkook answers without hesitation.

“Don’t kill your father,” Jimin says knowing how Jungkook gets. He can just tell Jungkook is very close to ending his father if his attempts to interfere with his life don’t stop.

Everyone has been worried for years afraid that Jungkook would finally snap and they won’t be able to bring his mom in to calm him down like last time. Contrary to the lies Minseok told Luna, Jungkook hadn’t dated anyone in years. The rest of the guys found relief during that time because they didn’t have to worry about Minseok interfering and Jungkook possibly causing more trouble for himself by killing the man.

Then Luna came along. Minseok’s schemes began. Jungkook got angrier. Everyone else was back on edge.

They let Jungkook have his time with her. If he’s protecting her they know he’d be happy. Jin even went so far as asking his dad to talk some sense into Minseok, to no avail. No one thinks Jungkook should put up with as much as he does, but no one can do anything about it.

“I won’t,” Jungkook says. “I won’t kill him. I might come very close to it, but I won’t kill him.”

“For some reason I don’t fully believe you,” Jimin says half joking.

Jungkook shrugs with a smirk then starts laughing. Jimin pushes him matching his laughter.

“I mean it,” Jimin giggles. “What would Luna do if you have to spend the rest of your life in servitude?”

“I know, hyung,” Jungkook reassures. “I won’t kill him. I might break his other leg, but I won’t kill him.”

“Go to bed and stop talking nonsense,” Jimin laughs pushing Jungkook again.

“I’ll go to bed when you go.”

“I’m going now,” Jimin smiles. “Now go.”

“Yes sir,” Jungkook laughs. The two turn to go their separate ways.

“Hey,” Jimin says turning back around. Jungkook stops and looks back at him. “I’m glad you have someone that makes you happy.” He gives Jungkook a knowing smile and turns back towards his room.

Jungkook can only stand there a moment and smile. He knows exactly what Jimin means by that. He continues back to his room feeling a little lighter. She does make him happy. Every single day.

The next day Luna wakes up to an empty bed. For a moment she begins to worry that Jungkook snuck out of bed to confront his father. While he may have done that the night before, this morning he’s actually preparing a special breakfast for Luna.

When he returned to bed the night before he spent a while laying there unable to sleep. While tossing and turning he came up with the idea to bring Luna breakfast in bed. He has no reason for doing it, and he even tried making one up, but he couldn’t. He just felt like putting together a nice meal for her to wake up to.

He was hoping to surprise her the moment she opened her eyes, but when he returned to the room with a service cart full of food she was already awake.

“What’s this?” Luna asks as he rolls the cart over to the bed.

“Breakfast,” Jungkook smiles. “Just for you.”

“Really? Why? I mean you’re not trying to make up for doing some shit that’s going to make me mad are you?” She asks suspiciously.

“No,” he chuckles. “I just wanted to do something nice for you.”

“What are you up to?” She asks with a raised brow.

“Is it that hard to believe that I would do something nice for you just cause?”

“Yes,” she giggles. “There’s got to be a motive.”

“My only motive is your smile,” he says presenting her with a plate of hotteok.

“You’re so cheesy!” She laughs. “What kind of devil uses cheesy romance drama lines?”

“Call me a devil again and I’ll turn this romance drama into a murder mystery very quickly,” he growls.

“Thank you for the breakfast my devil bunny babe,” she grins.

“I really don’t know what I did to get stuck with you,” he chuckles.

“You’re the best, Jungkookie,” she laughs taking the plate of hotteok from him.

“Yeah you’re welcome,” he says rolling his eyes. He can’t help but smile right now. Why he enjoys the back and forth they always have is beyond him.

Maybe because in the past people thought they had to be a certain way to get his affection. Everyone he dated before was either too afraid of his status to be themselves, or only wanted to use his status to get to other people. Luna, however, is new to this world so his status means nothing to her. She doesn’t want to use him to get someone higher on the royal chain. She fought til the very end to not be a part of this world at all. She can call him whatever she wants to call him and he’d be endeared knowing that she chose him for who he is, not what he is.

After breakfast, Jungkook takes Luna through the portals to a different city. He shows her the wonders of Losisco, the city that’s is like being on the Las Vegas strip at night 24/7. They start with an acrobatics show that leaves Luna in awe.

For lunch they find a restaurant that overlooks the skyline of the city. Even in darkness it looks beautiful to Luna. The entire trip she’s hanging on to Jungkook and dragging him in whatever direction catches her eye. They’re both enjoying this rare time of freedom somewhere outside of Korealis.

What they don’t realize is someone watching them while they’re enjoying a fruit cup with whipped cream and blood syrup on a nearby bench. They stopped at a central shopping area and took a moment to have a treat on one of the benches in the middle of the area.

“I never thought you would stoop so low,” a female voice emerges from behind a tree in the distance. Minseok followed Jungkook and Luna and has been watching them all day.

“What?” Minseok says turning around to see the owner of the voice. Sunyoung is standing behind him with her arms folded.

“You followed him all the way out here?” Sunyoung asks.

“She’s no good for him,” Minseok sighs turning his attention back to Jungkook and Luna.

“What do you know?” Sunyoung snaps. “I know for a fact that you don’t know what good is.”

“Is that some type of statement that will make me beg you to come back?” Minseok snarls.

“No,” Sunyoung laughs. “I don’t want you back. I want you to let our son live his life.”

“Are you going to lecture me now?”

“You wouldn’t listen regardless,” she huffs. “It’s not a lecture, it’s a warning. You know what he’s capable of, you’re just playing with fire now.”

“You think I’m incapable of handling him?”

“You told me yourself that you saw the end of days in his eyes before. Why would you keep pushing him like this?”

“I’m trying to save him from making a mistake.”

“Who are you to say whether he’s making a mistake or not?” Sunyoung asks sharply.

“Who are you to say he’s not?” Minseok snaps back stepping up to her.

“Have you thought for one moment that maybe, unlike you, he’s capable of being in love? He’s capable of doing his job, one you failed at, and having feelings at the same time?” She knows she struck a nerve by saying that. That’s exactly what she wanted to do.

“The fuck are you trying to say?” Minseok growls.

“I’m saying he’s not you. He’s much better and you know it.”

“Excuse me?”

“You’re scared, aren’t you?” Sunyoung smirks. “You’re scared he’ll find his independence like Junghyun and leave you with nothing.”

“Did you come here to provoke me?”

“I just want to ask you something. Do you remember the promise I made you?”

“What promise?”

“Minseokie,” she says hitting him with the old nickname she used to call him. “You couldn’t have possibly forgotten this promise,” she smiles.

“You mean,” Minseok pauses in thought. “The promise you made the day you left?”

“Yes. The promise I made to protect my boys. You remember what I said?”

A promise Sunyoung made as a warning to Minseok who she knew would try controlling their sons’ every move. Some abilities are inherited, some are combinations of their parents’ abilities. Jungkook’s ability to level the entire kingdom comes from his mother. Sunyoung may not be able to cause earthquakes, but she’s powerful enough to give Minseok nightmares. She’s strong enough to suck the poison out of the wound that caused Minseok’s leg to never grow back. Yet she’s vengeful enough to allow the poison to burn through him anyway.

Before their boys were born, Sunyoung had already learned what type of person her husband really was. Over the years he had quickly become inattentive and verbally abusive. Minseok didn’t know the extent of her ability at that time. Just like Jungkook, she gave a fake ability that was still believable so no one would know her true power. After years of abuse, Minseok chose the wrong day to piss her off.

Seething with anger, even after learning of the battle that took place killing the King, Sunyoung still couldn’t find it in her to let go of the years of pain and torment she endured at the hands of her husband. She took care of him after the battle. Doctors checked him regularly and couldn’t find a solution for the poison hindering his ability to regenerate. When the two were left alone she confessed her ability to him. She even proved it to him in the cruelest way possible. She sucked the poison out of his wound. Watched him begin to regenerate and rejoice at the new development, only for her to spit the poison back into his wound and leave him needing to rely on the prosthesis for the remainder of his life.

She doesn’t tell the story because she’s not exactly proud of what she did. She doesn’t want her boys following her example and prefer they not know. Minseok hasn’t told the story because it’s very embarrassing to him.

She wanted to leave. She tried to leave, but then she found herself pregnant. She wouldn’t be able to take care of a child on her own. Plus, Minseok was a royal shield, the benefits don’t get better than that. She felt she had no choice. She stayed, hoping a son would bring change in Minseok. It did, but only for a short while. Sunyoung was once again considering leaving until she became pregnant once again.

After Jungkook was born things seemed to only get worse. Minseok became obsessed with making him the strongest and greatest ever. Sunyoung tried her best, but in the end she had no choice but to leave, and leave her boys with their father.

She packed her things and one night while the boys were asleep, she left them each a note and then told Minseok that she was leaving for good. He scoffed at her as if calling her bluff, but she wasn’t bluffing. She put her curse on him promising that he would suffer a painful death if he ever came near her residence. She then grabbed him by the neck and sucked nearly everything out of him. When he was sure he was on the brink of death, she stopped and promised him if he ever harmed Junghyun or Jungkook, she would do it again and not let go.

Jungkook tells Sunyoung everything. She knows how Minseok has been acting. At this point, catching him spying on them, is where she’s drawing the line. Jungkook’s life is his to live and she only wants him to be happy. She’s only going to warn Minseok this once.

“So?” Minseok says defiantly. “Are you going to kill me then?”

“You don’t believe I would?” She asks with fire in her eyes.

“Go ahead. I know you wouldn’t last a day in servitude.”

Sunyoung places her finger on his chin and begins slowly but painfully sucking the life out of him. “And you wouldn’t last one minute with me,” she growls.

Minseok stays silent too weak to make a sound. She’s not even using much of her power, but it’s still enough to nearly bring him to his knees. She tortures him another moment before finally letting him go leaving him gasping for air.

“This is the only warning you’ll ever get.” She stares him down one more good time then walks off.

Minseok finally catches his breath as he watches her stroll further away. She made him feel small and powerless and he knows that was her goal, but it doesn’t piss him off any less. He looks back to the bench where Jungkook and Luna were sitting only to find that they’re gone. He looks around and can’t see them anywhere.

On his way back to the portal Minseok curses Sunyoung and Luna. He curses their power and he curses the hold Luna has on Jungkook that he’s certain will only end the way he and Sunyoung’s relationship ended. Because for whatever reason he can’t seem to fathom that he was the issue in the relationship. He can never see himself as the issue. He can’t even see how deeply narcissistic he is. But everyone else does, and everyone else is getting fed up.

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