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strniohoeee · 6 months

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helloo I have a Chris request. Y/N and Chris are dating. One night at the triplets place after smoke sesh, they go up to the kitchen to make food, while the pasta cooks they start making out and Chris eats her out, they end up having sex on the table.

Cinnamon

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Y/N pops the triplets cherry for smoking weed, she smokes with them. Things are going good till Chris begins to feel some type of way🥀

Warnings⚠️: Uhhh smoking weed, and smut that’s about it! They was high and they was fuckinnnn🗣️

Song for the imagine: Ice Cream- Raekwon, Ghostface Killah, Method Man, Cappadonna

⚠️This a 18+ imagine, so minors do not interact, or do??⚠️

Back to You Maybelline Queen let’s make a team

You can have everything in this world except CREAM

I wouldn’t classify myself as a heavy smoker, but I liked to get high here and there. When I became friends with the triplets I was really scared to tell them thinking they’d judge me, but they didn’t care

I never smoked around them….was I high around them uhhh that’s a different story. I never offered them to smoke with me, or forced them. After a while they did start to get curious about what it’s like to be high

Tonight we planned to have a sleepover where we’d all smoke, and I’d babysit them to make sure they were okay. I had a medical card so my weed was great. I brought two joints both a hybrid of Indica and Sativa, my favorite.

Hybrids are the best to me. I feel good, relaxed, no anxiety. I get the munchies. I'm always laughing, and then I have the best sleep ever. Everyone’s first time smoking is different, but I believe depending on who you surround yourself with will determine if you’ll be good or anxious.

I absolutely hated blunts, the tobacco leaves always making me sick and giving me the worst high of my life, so I would never do that to them.

I had gotten to the triplets house two hours ago, and we ate pizza and watched movies before we decided to smoke. I wanted their stomach full, and I wanted them to be calm

“Alright are we ready” I said grabbing my tin can with my joints in it and wiggling my brows

“I’m so nervous, but I’m ready” Nick said

“It’s fun trust me, and if anything yall will get super tired and knock out” I told them

“I’m readyyy” Matt said standing up

We went outside to their yard and sat in a circle

“Alright let me lay down some facts and some rules” I said as I took the first joint out and closing the can

“One pull per person…you want to ease into the high, we rotate it counterclockwise and try not to have it unravel” I said to them

“YES” they said saluting me

“Also when you inhale try not to inhale too much because you will cough, and it will fucking burn” I said laughing

“I mean yall never done this, so you will cough” I said laughing

“Show us how it’s done” Chris said

“Oh another thing….not to be weird, but smoking weed can make you super horny” I said laughing and grabbing my lighter

“OH GOD” Nick said

“But it’s not always, everybody’s different” I said as I lit the joint

I watched as it lit up, and I took a pull. Letting it into my lungs before breathing it out

“See very simple” I said looking at them

“Alright Chris you’re up” I said passing it to Chris on my left

He brought the joint to his lips and pulled, inhaling it into his chest and then exhaling

“Not too bad” he said passing it to Nick

Nick grabbed the joint, and inhaled….A BIG INHALE

“OH MY GOD” he said as he blew the smoke out and started to cough

“Nick that was too big” I said laughing at him, and he just kept coughing and taking a sip of his water

Matt inhaled, and exhaled nicely

“Nick you’re a pussy that wasn’t bad” Matt said as he passed the joint to me

Within 10 minutes we finished the joint, and I could tell they were all high, but I’m sure they didn’t feel it

“Yall are so fucking high” I said looking at them

“I am not” Chris said as his eyes were droopy and half lidded

“Yeah you are trust me you’ll feel it” I said laughing at them

Within 15 minutes they were so fucking high

“Nah this shit is too good” Matt said

“I told you it’s so relaxing” I said

We all started talking and laughing at everything

“Are my eyes open?” Nick asked me

“Yes” I said laughing at him

“Are you sure? Because they feel closed” he said

“They’ll feel like that but they are open I promise” I said to him

We were all talking so slow, and it was the funniest thing ever

“Yo I’m so fucking glad we got high together” I said to them

“Me too this is so much fun” Chris said

About 20 minutes later I was hungry

“I’m hungryyyy anybody want pasta?” I asked

“YES OMG YES” Nick said

“Chris come with me” I said and grabbed him

We both walked back into the house as Nick and Matt stood outside

I grabbed the pot, and put water to boil

“I need salt” I said to Chris

“It’s up down there somewhere” he said blinking slowly

“That wasn’t English” I said laughing

“Sorry it’s there” he said pointing to the table

I grabbed the salt and salted the water waiting for it to boil

“I’m so fucking horny” Chris randomly blurted out

“I told you it could happen” I said looking at him

“Like I have never felt my dick this hard” he said adjusting himself

“Alright horn dog” I said laughing at him

“Sorry” he said laughing

I put the heat down, so it wouldn’t boil too fast and put the pasta in

“I need to bust a nut or something because this is crazy” Chris said sitting down at the table

“Go take care of yourself” I said shooing him

I heard Chris get up, but I didn’t hear him come up behind me. He grabbed me by the waist

“Mmm or you could help me” he said

“That does sound fun” I said turning around to look at him

He immediately smashed his lips to mine, and we began to make out, him pushing me up against the stone slightly

I lost my footing and placed my hand on the stove, accidentally touching the heat level and putting it up without realizing

“Come on baby let me eat your pussy” he said

“Chris you’re dirty” I said smacking him playfully

“Come on” he said and pulled me over to the kitchen table

I sat down, and he slowly removed my sweatpants and my underwear

“Gonna be a good girl for me?” He asked

“Always Chris” I said to him

He got down to his knees, and opened my legs pulling me forward slightly

“Such a pretty pretty pussy” he said looking up at me with droopy eyes

“Fuck Chris” I whispered

He leaned down, and licked a strip up from my entrance to my clit

“Shit” I said shuddering and placing my hands in his hair

He started to lick my clit, and running his tongue from side to side and up and down

“FUCK” I yelled out as my thighs clamped around his head

As he was licking down his nose was bumping into my clit

“Mmm right there baby” I said kind of grinding on his face

He came back up, and started sucking my on clit harshly

“CHRISSSSSS” I moaned out throwing my head back

He pulled away from my pussy. My arousal covering him nose, mouth and chin

“I wanna fuck” he said standing up

“So fuck me then” I said biting my lip

In an instant Chris slid his pants and underwear down to about mid thigh. Swiping his hand on my pussy and using my arousal and his saliva as lube as he stroked his dick

“Ready baby” he asked

“I’m ready” I said

He spat on the head of his dick, and rubbed it against my pussy up and down, slowly pushing the tip in

“Shittt” we both moaned out

Chris bottomed out, and then began to move thrusting in and out at a good speed

“Fuck this feels amazing” he moaned out

He started to pound into me, grabbing my thigh and hooking his arms under them as he pulled me even closer, and started to fuck into me

“FUCK CHRIS OH MY GOD” I yelled out gripping onto the table

“Come on baby come on” he said as he kept pounding into me

The table was taking a beating…I’m sure it wanted to collapse on us

He brought his hand down to my clit and started to rub

“I know you’re close, come on baby milk me” he said pounding into me harder

“You’re so dirty I love it” I moaned out

Chris hips smacked into me three more times before I felt myself coming undone

“FUCK FUCK FUCK” I yelled out and came all over his dick, my thighs shaking and my back lifting off th table

He let me ride out my high before he pulled out of me, stroking his dick before high jaw went slack and he came on my lower stomach

“Fuck that felt amazing” he said trying to catch his breath, and picking up his pants

“So fucking good Chris” I said as I sat up and jumped down to pick up my underwear and pants from the floor

All of a sudden we heard water beginning to overflow and saw steam

“Oh shit the pasta” I said scurrying over to the stove and shutting the water off

Chris came over laughing, and grabbing a wet paper towel to clean his cum off of me

“Thanks baby” I said kissing his cheek

“Anytime” he said winking at me

I put my underwear on and my pants, and Chris and I washed our hands

We drained the pasta and suddenly Matt and Nick bursted inside

“WHERE THE FUCK IS THE PASTA” Matt yelled walking into the kitchen

“Perfect timing! Now we just need to heat up some sauce” I said to them

“Yay I’m so hungry” Nick said sitting at the table

Matt went to sit where we just fucked, and forgot to clean up

“I WOULDNT sit there” I said yelling the first part

“What why?” He said getting scared

“Chris already claimed that spot, and he tried to kill me when I said I wanted it” I said lying through my teeth

“Oh! Okay” Matt said walking back to sit by Nick

We finished making the pasta and we all sat and ate it. Laughing and talking, and eventually Nick and Matt fell asleep on the couch, so Chris and I cleaned the kitchen and table, and put the food away

We covered Nick and Matt in blankets and shut off the lights, and then headed to Chris room to watch tv and fall asleep

The End

This was my last request and I loved doing them, but now I can’t wait to start writing my ideas🤭🖤Dude thank you so much for 407 followers🥹🫶🏽🫶🏽 I just had 300 something this is amazing

-J💅🏽

#sturniolo smut #sturniolo triplet smut #chris sturniolo smut #Christopher Sturniolo smut #smut

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dawnthequeen · 1 month

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BROKEN PROMISES

title: broken promises

character: steven hyde x reader

warnings: profanity probably I didn't rlly pay attention, mentions of marijuana usage, talking down abt women smh.., jealousy, miscommunication, ZEN MASTERS MENTION

summary: after hyde's fight with your date and his almost admission, nothing had happened between you two. next thing you knew, it was veterans day and someone else had their eye on hyde.

disclaimer: i do not support danny masterson in any way, shape, or form. i just have an attachment to hyde </3 (this is exactly what I said last time I just wanna make sure yall know...)

word count: 2,094

part one

Nothing had happened between you and Hyde since that fight. Your relationship had reached a stalemate.

That didn’t stop you from questioning it.

Your dates had slowly dwindled down, though it wasn’t that you didn’t have options, guys old and new still asked you out, but you couldn’t bring yourself to go out with them.

You wanted Hyde.

Too much to ignore.

Much to your dismay though, someone else had begun pursuing Hyde, someone that you never really could’ve expected. Jackie.

After her and Kelso broke up again because of him hooking up with Eric’s sister Laurie, Hyde had given her lessons on “Zen”. The two’s friendship started to bloom, and Jackie quickly caught feelings.

You couldn’t blame her, and the more you thought about it, they made sense. Despite that, you didn’t like the idea of it. It wasn’t fair, and you knew that, but you just couldn’t help the bitter feelings in your chest when you watched the two.

It was Veterans day, which meant it was time for Red Foreman’s annual party. He was pretty passionate about the day, being a Veteran himself.

Everyone was down in the basement. You were sitting in the chair opposite of Hyde’s, watching as Jackie talked to him while he sat on the washer. “So Steven, isn’t Veteran’s day romantic?”

“Oh yeah, government pawns, and missing limbs. That’s amore.”

“I know, I know!” Jackie placed a hand over her heart. “It’s a day for people in love to have fun together!”

“Man, all this talk of fun makes me wanna have fun… Hey! Let’s throw stuff at other stuff!” Kelso gasped.

Eric perked up, getting off the couch. “Man, that's perfect! I got stuff!!”

“I’m in!”

The two boys went upstairs and you couldn’t fight back your snicker.

Jackie turned back to Hyde. “So, Steven, you wanna go to Mr Foreman’s barbeque with me?”

Before he could answer her, you decided you could not sit and watch this, so, you went upstairs to go throw stuff with Kelso and Eric.

You wore a simple (F/C) dress, with your classic jacket. You looked around the front yard, there were a multitude of people that Red and Kitty knew, and a few different people that your friend’s knew, but it was mostly the usual crowd. You knew that Donna’s Dad was having a party, but you liked the Foreman’s house. You’d still stop by though.

You noticed Jackie with a guy you didn’t recognize, and you decided to walk over.

“Everybody, this is Chip, Chip, this is everybody.” Jackie motioned around to the people in the area, that being you, Fez, Kelso, and Hyde.

“Hey everybody.” Chip nodded at you guys.

“Yo.” You nodded, glancing over at Hyde. He looked.. Grumpier than usual. You felt your insides twist, and a brief sense of dread.

Chip told Jackie he’d grab her a drink, then went off. You watched as Jackie walked over to Hyde and you sighed a little, walking over to Kelso and Fez.

Kelso had his arms crossed over his chest as he huffed. “Man, this isn’t fair! Why does some random dude get to bring Jackie to the party?!”

Fez grumbled. “She could do soooo much better.”

You let out a breath. “Right? But it’s just to make Hyde jealous, so chill.”

“That’s not cool though, man!” Kelso whined. “I thought Hyde liked you!! So what’s goin on?!”

“I did too.” You sighed, watching Jackie and Hyde’s exchange.

After a little bit you saw Jackie get up, leaving Hyde and Chip alone to talk. You weren’t sure how it went down, but when you passed by, you heard Chip speak.

“She’s a bitch.”

You paused, turning around. Using your context clues, you figured he was talking about Jackie, which pissed you off. You were almost ready to give him a piece of your mind when Hyde said, “Oh no..” And he hit him.

You squeaked, jumping back from the two. “Holy shit!”

Jackie ran over. “What happened?”

“Somethin– Bitch– He–” Hyde looked between Jackie and the very knocked out Chip.

Jackie looked between them before gasping. “He– He called me a bitch and you hit him!”

“...No.” Hyde stared at her, very obviously lying.

“I am the bitch! And you love me!” Jackie looked like she had actual stars in her eyes and you could feel your heart crack. Did he love her?

You needed to get out of there. Maybe a date, maybe something, anything–

“L/N!” Kelso huffed, nudging you.

You blinked. “Huh?”

You looked around, realizing it was night time and you were outside somewhere?

“Get your head in the game, man!”

You remembered now. After talking to Kitty, Hyde came outside and asked Jackie out. Kelso and Fez were upset, and you.. Were hurt. Somehow, some way, the two boys had managed to convince you to spy on Jackie and Hyde’s date. Did you have a momentary lapse of judgment? Probably. But there was no backing out now.

The three of you snuck through the trees, eventually arriving right behind Jackie’s car, where Jackie and Hyde were sitting at the front of it. Their backs were to you, and you couldn’t hear them.

“What are they saying?” Fez tilted his head.

“Don’t worry, I can read lips.” Kelso stared at the back of their heads. “Jackie’s saying.. Wow I really love this date, Hyde!” He put on a high pitched voice for Jackie. “And Hyde’s sayin.. Yeah, totally man, I agree.”

Fez gasped. “Really? They’re having that much fun?”

You put a hand over your mouth, trying to conceal your laughter so as to not get caught. “Kelso, I don’t think that’s what they’re saying–”

When you looked back up though, Jackie and Hyde were leaning in..

You felt your heart drop.

You could’ve thrown up on the spot as you quickly stood up.

“L/N!” Kelso whisper-shouted at you, but you couldn’t sit there. You’d seen all you needed to see.

What you didn’t see though was how when Hyde and Jackie parted from their kiss, neither of them were into it. They gave it a shot, but it didn’t work. In his head, Hyde knew why. He had you in the back of his mind. He had been trying to ignore it for months, playing it cool like he always did, but that wasn’t working. He didn’t like you any less than he did before.

As it turns out, it might’ve been too late.

You were going on a date. For the first time in months, you were thinking about a guy that wasn’t Hyde.. Or, well, trying to.

Loyal to your old routine, you were heading to the Foreman’s house to wait for your ride. Your outfit wasn’t much different than your usual ones, but you did look a little done up.

“Hey, L/N.” Donna nodded at you, a lazy smile on her face. Everyone looked pretty high.

They were passing around the blunt, Hyde being the last one who had it. “Wanna hit?” He raised a brow.

You shook your head. “Wish I could, but I’m only gonna be here for a sec. I have a date.” You hummed.

“Really?!” Jackie gasped, looking over. “You haven’t been out in months!”

“Yeah, thought you were giving up the whole meaningless date thing?” Eric tilted his head, looking over at you.

You shrugged, shoving your hands in your jacket pockets. “I was, but, I don’t know. Guess there’s not really a point.” You side eyed Hyde in a way that you thought was sneaky, but unbeknownst to you, he saw it.

Your glare made him sit up a little straighter. He’d seen you when you were mad, but it had never been directed toward him before. What’d he do to piss you off– And more importantly, what did that have to do with you going on a date again?

Kelso looked at you. “Oh heey– By the way, are you good, man? Yesterday after we were watching Jackie and Hyde you ran off and we didn’t see you after!!”

“I told him that you probably had to go to the bathroom.” Fez nodded, sinking into his chair.

You immediately went pale. “Ahah– Yeah, uhm. My bad. I didn’t feel well. But, wowie, jeez, look at the time I gotta go– Bye!!” You quickly called out, going right back out the way you came.

Hyde put his hand over his mouth, mumbling. “Shit..”

It made sense now. You saw him and Jackie, and based on what Kelso said, didn’t stick around long enough to hear how it ended.

What didn’t make sense was why you would care. Why would it matter if he kissed Jackie?

Unless…

Shit.

You had been gone for about two and a half hours. Everyone dispersed, and Hyde couldn’t help but be reminded about the night you spent together months prior. This time though, he planned on changing things.

He paced around outside, hoping that the guy you were out with would drop you off the same place he picked you up.

Lucky for him, he was right. A nicer car pulled up, and you got out, exchanging a few words with whoever was in the driver’s seat.

You were happy with the date. It wasn’t anything extravagant, and you didn’t really like the guy, but he was nice, and it was fun. You were planning on just walking home before you heard your name being called. And not your last name, which is what everyone called you. It was your first name. It sounded foreign from that voice.

You had turned around, tilting your head before your face dropped. You didn’t want to talk to Hyde. In the back of your head you knew you didn’t have any place being mad at him, but you were hurt.

You blew out a breath. You just had to act like you didn’t care. Easy. “What’s up?” You shoved your hands in your pockets, looking at him.

“Can we talk?” He walked up the driveway, standing in front of you.

You winced, talking being the exact opposite of what you wanted to do with Hyde. “I don’t know, I need to head home–”

“L/N.” He stepped a little closer. “I just wanna explain what happened between me and Jackie.”

You froze. Of course he knew.. After what Kelso said earlier, there was no way he didn’t know.

You blew out a breath. If you couldn’t play it off, you needed to try to fix things. “Listen, Hyde, you don’t need to explain yourself. It’s fine, you like Jackie, she likes you, and it’s cool.”

“L/N–” He ran a hand through his curls, taking off his shades.

You didn’t see him without his sunglasses very often, and it always caught you off guard when he’d take them off.

“I don’t like Jackie.”

You blinked, tilting your head. “What? But I saw you guys kiss on your date–”

“You didn’t stick around long enough. If you would’ve stayed, you would’ve seen that the kiss didn’t mean anything. There– there wasn’t anything there. No sparks, no feelings, it was just.. A kiss.”

You listened before furrowing your brows. “Okay, um, that’s, okay.. Why are you telling me this, Hyde?”

“Because I like you.”

You felt a heat creep up your neck all the way to your cheeks. “What?”

“I like you. I– I don’t know when it happened, but I know that a few months ago when you spent the night I realized it. And, it’s not a big deal, but it sorta seemed like you might.. I don’t know. If you don’t like me, it’s cool, but it was starting to feel like you do.”

You stared at him. He liked you. But what about your promise? What about the possibility of ruining your friendship? A messy breakup could start bad things in your friendship. But…

Could you ever forgive yourself if you didn’t at least give it a chance?

You looked down, your cheeks growing redder by the second. “I uh.. I like you too.”

Before you knew it you felt hands on your cheeks, tilting your head up. “Could I..”

You nodded, the motion being so small it was almost unnoticeable.

He closed the space between you. The kiss was gentle, sweet, a result of years of denied pining. Then, it turned deeper, more passionate, the tension between you finally bubbling over the edge.

It was everything you wanted, the perfect kiss for a perfect moment.

Maybe some promises were meant to be broken.

tag list: @cantbecreative

#srry this took so long i had no inspo #anyways theyre finally together weewoo #steven hyde x reader #x reader #fem reader #hyde x reader #that 70s show x reader #that 70s show #steven hyde #jackie x hyde #hyde x jackie #zen masters

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merrellholland · 9 months

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Not So Bad After All → P.Parker AU

HEYYYY YALL; its been a minute and I am sooooo sorry LMAO. I promise to get back into my writing era <3

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Person: Peter Parker (Tom Holland)

AU: college hockey player, frat boy, still spider-man in secret

Words: 2.4k

Warning: swearing, slight bullying (but nothing too deep)

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Never in my life would I expect to have been dressed up in the most stinky and bulky fury suit… yet, here I am dressed as Sparky the Eagle. I was currently a junior at Empire State University located in beautiful New York, and throughout the years I may have found myself in a bit of a dilemma.

Money was never an easy task for my family and I, in fact I got into this school with a huge scholarship to help support my financial needs. Despite that, I still needed to pay some tuition fees and that meant that I needed a job. This isn’t my first rodeo though, back home I had many jobs all at the same time during high school in order to help my mom with paying bills. The only hard part was trying to find a job in New York, a place that I’ve never been to until I started my first semester at Empire State.

As I’ve completed the first two years and am now currently in my third, I’ve noticed the major stereotypical things for a college on T.V were coming to real life. The sorority girls were straight-up obnoxious and cruel to other girls who weren’t part of their sorority house, the frat boys were shirtless 24/7 while playing beer pong and having girls in bikinis all over their front yards of their gigantic frat house every Friday, and lastly the sport-frat boys. These guys were a whole different level of frat boys, and I’ve learned that very early on. These guys? Not only were they known for their handsome looks but most of these guys were going to real professional sports leagues after college, and we all know how that goes for them… in terms of love life.

All the girls (and some guys) would be over, flirting constantly with them and not really taking interest in their sport but rather their six-pack abs and looks.

As much as it pains me to say the cliche phrase “not like other girls” it's true. I really wasn't like the other girls swooning over these guys 24/7 and attending their friday night parties after classes were done. I was more the type of person who would prefer to finish homework and then cozy up with some blankets and a classic 2010’s rom-com.

But now I can’t even do that since my new job requires me to be at the ice rink every week on Fridays from 6-9pm. Six to nine! That’s three hours of prime time that I could be doing homework! And that’s not even the worst part,my job was that I had to be the mascot for the ice-hockey team during their games and interacting with the fans. The Empire State hockey team was one of the best in the college leagues throughout the nation and most players got into the NHL as soon as they graduated.

And now I’m their mascot, well I dress up as their mascot and that means getting a big sweaty and gross costume every Friday for 3-4 hours… great. Not that I could complain though, since surprisingly the pay wasn’t that bad due to the fact that you’re a student. Today was my first day on the job. The Empire Eagles were playing against the Cornell Big Red’s today and it was a home game so many students were going to attend.

After I arrived at the rink, the manager handed me the keys to the supply storage room to change into the eagle costume. Getting into that costume was a full ass workout, the smell is something I’ve never smelt before and the amount I was sweating was unbearable. Nevertheless, I got into that God awful attire and headed outside to the ice-rink. The coolness of the air inside did help a little, but I could still feel the beads of sweat trickling down my face.

My manager told me to practice walking on the ice with the costume since during the halftime break you had to collect all the tokens of appreciation from the fans as they threw it onto the rink from their seats. I slowly walked onto the ice with my giant eagle feet and waddled back and forth to try to get used to it before the game started, I practiced bending down to pick up the gifts in character and tried to come up with some signature eagle moves… might as well have some fun with it righ–

“Yo excuse me but the rink is for the players to practice right now.”

I quickly snapped my head to look behind me and–

Great. A sport-frat boy.

Peter Parker was someone that was greatly known throughout the university, top GPA, great looks, apparently great in the bedroom (so I’ve heard), and was the centerman for the Empire Eagles hockey team. Though I’ve never really paid attention to him. And as much as I wanted to dislike him, I’ve never personally met him before or even talked to him… so who am I to judge?

After all, he did ask somewhat politely and– why the heck am I overthinking this? Just apologize and move on Y/N!

I cleared my throat and attempted to have a deeper voice, “Sorry dude I wasn’t aware, I’ll be on my way now” I said… and cringed internally after saying that.

Peter nodded his head and smiled, “No worries, just a little jittery for the game so I wanted some extra practice” He replied.

I nodded my head and then exited the rink, going back to the storage room so nobody would see me yet.

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The game started and was currently ending the second quarter with the score being 2-1, the Empire Eagles winning and the Cornell Big Red’s tailing behind. I could tell that all of the players from Empire State were filled with happiness… and might I add overconfident and cocky. But that was something that I couldn’t pay attention to since I had to focus on giving it my all while I walked towards the ice rink at halftime and collected all the gifts that were thrown onto the ice from the fans in the stadium.

I walked in character as the fun spunky eagle while walking on the ice and picking up the teddy bears with a girl's number in sharpie written on it and a bunch of red roses. As I picked them up and headed back, I took a quick glance and the audience. There were some students who seemed genuinely happy to be there and there were those… What do people call them? Oh yeah puck bunnies? Yeah there were a whole lot of girls wearing those boob jackets from lululemon and attempting to look cold but also cute and petite. I mean again, I’m not one to judge so you do you I guess.

After I collected all of the gifts from the fans, I took some pictures with a couple of kids and I enjoyed that part. I liked seeing the smiles on their faces as they stood proud with me as their parents took photos. It definitely seemed like a core memory for them and I’m glad that I somewhat got to be a part of that.

As the third and fourth quarter went on, it was brutal for us. Cornell absolutely demolished Empire State and beat us 4-2. I guess that’s what our players get for being cocky and overconfident throughout the whole game, thinking that they’ve got this.

After the game ended and the fans left the stadium, my manager said to stay behind and clean the place up and pick up any extra gifts that were left. As I bent down (still in my eagle costume) to pick up some flowers that were left on the ice, something extremely heavy bumped into me from behind causing me to fling forward and make an umph sound.

“What the fuck?” I cursed in a whisper.

“DUDE what the fuck are you still doing here?! You need to get out, it's closed practice now looser” the voice said.

I turned around and looked at the man who was clearly a player on the Empire State Eagles, he had blonde hair and green eyes and was definitely 6’1”. Shit, what was I supposed to do? My manager literally told me to clean the place up and then help security to lock up the stadium!

“Bro be nice, you don’t gotta be mean” Another boy said.

As I looked up, I saw that that other boy was no other than Peter Parker. But before I could register that, he offered me a hand and I immediately accepted it.

I attempted to not sound like a scared wimp so I deepened my voice a little, “Uh thanks dude, I wasn’t aware that it was a closed practice… I’ll uh keep that in mind next time” I said to him.

He smiled, “Don’t worry, Charlie’s just a snob” He replied.

“Yeah I can tell” I responded while walking out of the rink.

He laughed again while combing through his sweaty brown curls, giving me butterflies–

Wait what.

Nope. Nope. Never. Never in a million years. I refuse.

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The next couple of weeks went by normally, except I’ve started to notice Peter Parker more often. I never realized he was in three of my classes. In my morning class he would wear his hockey sweatshirt with gray sweatpants and in the afternoon he would take off his sweatshirt, revealing a tight-fitted white shirt that showed off his biceps.

Damn, now I understand why girls swoon over guys like him… bro’s majestic.

But my mama always told me to focus on my studies, boys come after. And that's what I planned to do, stay focused. He probably doesn’t even know me since at school I’m practically a nobody. I mean I join clubs, I’m in choir, and I’m part of many study groups so most people would know who I am but they probably have other friends to talk to besides me. The same goes for my roommates, they know me but they have other friend groups.

Once again, it was Friday and that meant that we had another home game. The Eagles were playing against the NYU Bobcats. I went into the stadium and got into my disgusting and sweaty eagle costume. Throughout the weeks, I think I slowly got into character and found new dances to help entertain the little kids during timeouts and in between quarters.

As the game started, I did my little dances whenever I could and the score at the end of the second quarter was 1-1. The stakes were going to be high but I have a feeling that we were gonna win this one.

During the third quarter, I sat on the bench that was reserved for me and watched Peter, jersey number 4, skate all over the ice with his hockey stick. He had the puck, all of his attention was on it. The whole audience had a feeling that he was gonna score a goal but then all of a sudden one of the NYU players stole the puck from him and skated furiously across the other side of the rink.

You could see Peter cursing and quickly going to the other side along with his other teammates. Ever since that moment, it seemed that something triggered Peter… he was starting to get more aggressive and ruthless. It made me anxious to see his behavior on the ice, but nevertheless I kept watching.

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Despite the tight game, the Eagles won 3-2 and the whole crowd celebrated which meant that many gifts were thrown down onto the rink. Teddy bears and roses were everywhere and it was all me that had to clean it up. I walked on the ice with my feet stuck in the puffy eagle claws of my costume, gathered all of the gifts, and put them in a big container that I dragged with me across the ice. After I got all the stuffed animals and flowers in the container I headed towards my manager to give it to. As I handed it to him, he thanked me and said I was free as soon as I checked the whole stadium again to see if there was anyone else. I nodded and went back to the arena.

I checked to see if there were any other fans that were trying to stay behind, but didn’t find any… but gosh my feet hurt so much and I just need a little break before heading back to my dorm.

I took out the headpiece of the eagle costume and sighed as the cool breeze from the arena chilled my flushed cheeks. I then took out the rest of my costume which left me with my sweaty ponytail and loose hair strands framing my face along with my black leggings and shirt. Though I didn’t take it into consideration that there would be anyone else entering the stadium again after the game was over. But I guess I was wrong, because all of a sudden I heard a voice from behind me:

“I didn’t realize you were a girl,” I turned my head around to see who it was.

Peter Parker? I thought in my head.

“Or pretty.” he finished his statement with his mouth parting slightly.

I could feel my cheeks warm up despite the cool air as I laughed awkwardly, “W-What? Oh t-thanks… you look pretty too” I replied, not thinking about what I just said.

Peter just nodded and he looked like he was seconds away from drooling as he continued to stare at me… he really does make a girl feel special.

“Uhm, are you doing some extra practice? Or–” I say trying to break the silence.

Peter slightly shook his head and cleared his throat, “Uh yeah, it’s just I don’t feel like I gave it my all today even though we won so I wanted to get some practice in… if that’s okay?” he says.

I smiled and nodded my head, “Yeah sure, I’ll just go tell my manager and put this costume away.” I told him as I stood up.

He smiled back at me with his teeth as I walked towards the manager’s office, feeling intense butterflies cause Peter fucking Parker just called me pretty… WHAT IS MY LIFE?!

You know, I said in the beginning that I wasn’t like other girls but now I definitely think I am (well at least internally).

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AN: PART TWO?? 😏

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Summary: AU where Visenya, Rhaenyra's only daughter lives and is born as her eldest child. To all of Westeros she is seen as the only trueborn child of Ser Leanor and Rhaenyra, but in truth her father happens to be Deamon.

Author's note: Well, I feel bad for chapter 8, so I thought of treating yall with a Christsmas gift. This is a prequel to the main fic, set in episode 8. It will be devided in 2 parts, the other will be posted tomorrow. Consider it your Christmas Targryen dinner <3 Merry Christmas to those who celebrate it, Happy Hannukah (hope I wrote it correctly) to those who are celebrating it, and idk, enjoy this period of the year to those who do not celebrate anything, or who celebrate other things instead <3 Edit: This was alway supposed to be a one shot, I got cocky, thinking that I might turn it into a two, or three, chapters thing. Turns out I couldn't. So I'll repost the whole thing at it was meant to be originally.

Warning: violence and smut. This is your Chrismas smut.

When her family reached the main gate of the Red Keep she was still up in the air with Balerion. Her mother had traveled by ship, for her pregnancy prevented her from riding Syrax, and her siblings had elected to be with her, not to leave her alone. Still, Balerion was too much of a symbol of Targaryen legitimacy to be left on Dragonstone, so she and her father had decided to travel together on dragonback. The journey was quick, and easy, it was not what left a bad taste in her mouth, a sense of annoyance in her guts. She had told Daemon that landing outside the pit was not going to be a good idea, that unlike Caraxes, who was used to being occasionally housed in that wretched structure, Baleion hated it. With a passion. So when they landed, and one of the keepers foolishly waved his staff to convince her black mount to try and fit in the keep, her dragon just squished him under his paw. He looked at him, and if he had brows he would raise one in mock of the ant screaming at him, and just stomp his giant paw on the fool’s body.

She pitied the other keepers who had to scrap his remains out of the ground.

Daemon laughed, while conducting himself the Red Wyrm inside the pit, while she had to make up excuses. You stand too close, she had said, he cannot see you, you have to mind his size, and not run under his paws. And ultimately decided to mount back again in the saddle and take off, as a precaution, since she could clearly sense Balerion’s growing anger. All directed towards the place he had been chained to by Jahaerys for years, after his last rider’s horrible death.

When she felt Balerion calm down enough she bid him to find a place to land, somewhere he liked to nest. There must have been a place for him, somewhere Aegon, and Maegor after him, thought when planning the construction of the Red Keep. It appeared such a place was a sandy beach, just outside the walls of the Keep. There was a small path leading down to shore, a lot of steps, and above it a small wooden door. A passage, likely an escape tunnel, that probably led inside the keep.

The dark, tiny stone corridor led in the training yard. She heard it before she even saw it. She heard the clanging of swords, the occasional applause to a fight well fought.

She reached the yard to see not as many people as she expected to, the Kingsguard were there, some Lords, eager to see the princes, and her brothers, Jace and Luke, wandering towards the weapons stack. <<Nobody would question your place as heir to Driftmark, if we looked more like Ser Laenor Velaryon and less..>> Luke paused, lowering his voice, <<like ser Harwin Strong>>. Her heart stopped for a second, in pain for her brothers. Where she wore the silver lock and purple eyes of house Targaryen, symbolizing her status as trueborn daughter of Ser Laenor, even if few knew better, her brothers bore the dark hair and dark eyes of their true father. Many times it was argued that it came from the Baratheon blood in them, from their grandmother Rhaenys, but everyone seemed to know.

<<You are a dragon>> She said to her brothers both, <<and dragons do not worry themself over the opinion of lesser creatures>> Jace agreed with her, patting the younger brother on the shoulder. <<You weren’t with Daemon>> He questioned, looking at her with a half grin, <> Jace laughed. Luke was horrified. Visenya huffed, and turned away towards the sounds of broken wood and fighting. A small crowd gathered in one corner of the yard, circling what surely must have been an interesting fight. Jace patted them both on the shoulders and bid his siblings to follow him in that direction. It took her a glimpse of long, straight silver hair for her to understand that perhaps it wasn’t such a great idea after all.

When they reached their destination she saw Criston Cole, the arrogant, smug Kingsguard she now knew to be the Queen’s sworn shield, swinging his morningstar at Aemond. Man had he grown. She remembered a time where he was maybe half his current stature, a timid boy picked on by the others. She admired him more than the fight, he was tall, and judging by the fact that he didn’t finch or fall when Cole’s morningstar hit his shield he must be strong. Very much so. She admired how fluidly his body moved, how his muscles flexed with deadly precision. How he was able to avoid the morningstar, shield now discarded and forgotten, so quickly, even with his injury. Aemond quickly spun, now facing them and Criston, so she could appreciate his defined lineaments, his sharp jaw, high cheekbones, and the large scar that graced one entire side of his face. He wore an eyepatch over the yee she knew he lost. She wondered if the eye was still there, or if it had been carved out. She wondered what it looked like, under the patch, was there a hole? Could she see the insides of his head ? Or has his eyelids been kept sewn shut ?

With the corner of her eye she saw how her brothers looked worried. It was no secret the hatred that Aemond bore towards them, Luke specifically. And seeing how deadly and skilled he had become, despite his injury, because of it, she realized. It was because he lacked half of his vision that he had to become so skilled with the sword, so better than anyone else. She could understand her brothers’ uneasiness. But she couldn’t help the throb in her core, the warmth that took a hold of that spot between her legs. The urge to press her thighs together to apply some pressure. She needed to go back to her chambers.

Cole looked tired, swinging his morningstar required a lot of strength, and Aemond was clever enough to let him do it, over and over again, until the knight was too exhausted to lucidly parry the young Prince’s attacks. It took Aemond one spin and one blow to be able to raise his sword to Cole’s neck. For a second she wished he would push the blade in the knight’s throat, see his blood being spilled.

She applauded the display alongside the other people gathered, her eyes trained on the one eyed Prince, <<well done my Prince>> said the Kingsguard between heavy breaths, <<you’ll win tourneys in no time>> but it was not on Cole that Aemond’s attention was anymore. She saw his eye finding her brothers first, <> he said. His voice was deep, deep and soft like velvet, <<nephews>> he finally said, addressing her brothers. Both Luke and Jace straightened their backs when their uncle spoke to them, <<have you come to train?>> there was a dark glimmer of excitement in the lilac orb of Aemond. She knew he wished for nothing more than to beat them up, probably both at the same time. Just to show his better skill, even with his one eye. Was she a terrible sister if she wished to see it? If she got aroused while her brothers were shamed by their uncle?

<<;Niece>> Called the same velvety voice, sweeter this time, not like honey or sugar, but like a sweet poison, it snapped her from her trance and cut clean the string of her thoughts, dirty thoughts. Aemond discarded his training sword and started to walk in her direction, she saw it in his eye that he decided to find new ways to hurt their brothers, <<your beauty is that of a goddess>> he delicately grabbed her hand and kissed her knuckles. It took everything in her not to laugh at his face. Visenya turned briefly and saw how Jace and Luke were barely containing themself, she felt Aemond’s grin on the soft skin of her hands. <<Have you come to spend time amongst true dragons?>> She was waiting for the insult, she knew it would come. She hummed, faking amusement at her uncle’s pun, <<this days a prefer.. stronger company, I fear, my beloved uncle>> she delicately slid her hand from his grip and started walking towards her brothers, and the inside of the keep. Where she knew their mother was waiting for them.

It didn’t take long before her walk was stopped, by Criston Cole this time, <<;Princess>> he bowed. It was more of an insult than a reverence, <> her blood boiled. That man had the ability to irate her like no other. She felt the fire, she wanted to breathe flames on his body and enjoy looking at him burning.

A thud, the ground and walls shaking, it was what kept her from responding. A low growl and a shadow who blocked the sun. Cirston’s face contorted in horror. The fear in eyes, the amusement badly hidden in Aemond’s. Her brothers’ grins. All of this fed the flames of her rage.

She kept her eyes in Cole’s dark orb, <> his body went rigid in memory, <> she enjoyed torture, the rage she knew he felt and couldn’t let out, <<or a son>> Visenya kept her eyes in Cole’s as she began to circle him, <<is that because of his injury, hmm>> she moved to his right side, his face snapping in her direction not live her stare, as if she could stab him any moment. She wished she could, <<or is it all the late nights you spent with his mother the Queen? Your.. devotion to her grace that compels you to take care of her children?>> She felt Aemond’s rage at the suggestion, and saw Cole’s cold sweat dripping down his neck. She was joking, she had no way of knowing what happened inside the keep while she was way on Dragonstone, but the sheer terror she could read in Criston’s eyes were indicators that somehow she hit a sore spot, <> she whispered in his ear, for him only to hear, <> her wild grin only grew when she saw his body tense and go rigid.

<<;Look at him>> Visenya said out loud, tilting her head towards the large dragon perched on the walls right in front of them. Everyone turned, not just Criston Cole and Aemond, not far behind, <<Balerion believes this walls and halls to be his>> she said for all to hear, <<he still vividly remembers when the Conqueror ordered the construction of this keep, when he made him breath fire on the pile of swords that compose the throne that belongs to my grandfather, he sees all of you as guests in his halls>> she said, looking at Aemond, <<and be mindful, dragons are rather territorial. History should tell you what he did to those who challenged his riders, what happened to Aenys’s brood>> she didn’t even need to mention Maegor’s name to stir fear in the hearts of the presents.

Balerion highlighted her words with a low growl, one that made most of the people in the yard scramble inside, <<if you care to remain in this world, Criston>> she refused to call him by his title of knight. He had forsaken his vow, even if her mother was the one guilty of instigating it. He could have left her in her room that kight, <<you should remember your place and how to properly address your superior. And who this halls will one day belong to.>>

She smirked noticing how Aemond looked uneasy, not at her display of power, he was grinning, he loved it she understood. Her gaze trailed down for a moment, it was his trousers who made him uncomfortable, too tight she knew. Visenya bit her bottom lip and left. She had to be in her room as soon as she could.

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The next time they saw each other was in the throne room. It was packed with people, the entire royal family, the remaining Velaryons and everyone who was peasant at court, higher and lower Lords and Ladies. All anxiously awaiting to hear about the issue of the succession of Driftmark.

Criston Cole was nowhere to be seen.

<<Though it is the great hope of this court that Lord Corlys Velaryon survive his wounds,>> Began the booming voice of the Hand. He was too comfortable in her grandfather’s throne, Visenya thought. It is a seat for dragons, not for a lesser born second son. <<We gather here with the grim task of dealing with the succession of Driftmark. As Hand I speak with the King’s Voice on this and all other matters>> She and Daemon sneered, at almost the same time. Rhaenyra glared at them both, but they couldn’t help themselves. How can such a second son to a lesser house pretend to speak with the voice of a dragon? She wanted to shout, how could he so blatantly disrespect his King’s wishes. The same King he so adamantly claimed to serve? She wanted to climb the steps and rip him out from the throne. To teach him a lesson. She felt her father’s hand on her elbow, silently telling her to calm down. To allow him to talk his nonsense.

<<The true, unimpeachable blood of House Velaryon runs through my veins>> Claimed Lord Velaryon pleading his cause, <;<and not in mine?>> Visenya reached her point of break, the insults veiled in Vaemond’s speech too much to bear and stay silent.

The Lord turned, he looked at her, <<Am I not the first born daughter of Ser Laenor Velaryon? Tell, me Vaemond, how can a second brother overstep the offsprings of the firstborn son of Driftmark?>>

<<Your mother will have her chance to make her own petition, Princess>> Came the voice of Alicent Hightower, <<Do ser Vaemond the courtesy of allowing his to be heard>> Rhaenyra gripped her hand, pleading to stop. But Visenya was her father’s daughter, too much like Daemon to calmly wait out the storm.

<> She said turning her attention toward the Queen consort, <<it is courtesy enough given the insults spoken towards my mother, my father’s memory and towards his own brother>> she saw Otto Hightower’s grip on the throne’s handles tighten. She hoped it cut him.

<<The craven couldn’t wait for his own brother’s death to try and seize his title. I hear he didn’t even go to sit at Lord Corlys’ side once, such was his taste for power>> She continued, relentless, unforgiving, <<I wonder why Vaemond stood, unmoving, when the pirates attacked my grandfather’s ship. From atop Balerion I saw you cowardice, or rather your lust for power, as you stood motionless spectating your own brother’s fall>> She was at Vaemon’s side now, hearing the court’s whispers, <> Vaemond’s face was unreadable, too many emotions all at once were depicted on his face. <> She continued, <> kinslayer, was the word whispered in the hall, power hungry, man without honor. Visenya had reached her goal, Vaemond’s case, despite the favor of the greens, just crumbled, falling like the dry leaves on a tree's branches in autumn. Gone and forgotten like the cinders she left on the Stepstones, that once belonged to the thriarcy’s soldiers.

Viserys’s presence was anymore needed, yet her heart warmed at the sight of her grandfather come to defend his only daughter, as her mother confessed she had called her. She glanced once in the direction of her uncles, while her father helped the old King to sit on his throne. She disliked them. Not because of her mother’s and Alicent’s feud, or because of the rift in her family, she disliked them because not once in her life had they made her feel welcomed. She disliked Aegon, most of all, she hated his grin, and the light hand wave he gave her when he saw her looking. The sight of him repulsed her. The sight of his hands even more so.

Aemond had a grin on his face. She couldn’t know why, nor did she cared to. Then there was Helaena. Sweet Helaena, always lost in her world and her bugs.

Her trance was broken once again by the irritating voice of Vaemond Velaryon, <> the fool said, <<allow it?>> came the voice of Viserys. He was weaker than she ever saw him, his illness eating him away slowly. But even in that moment she saw the shadow of the dragon he was, the flames burning in the back of mind. She admired him, him and his strength, she couldn’t understand the strength it took him to get there despite his decaying body, the resilience in settling this matter once and for all.

The discussion went on, but she didn’t listen, she was focused on her mother’s hand gripping her wrist, on her silent plea to stay still and do nothing, to let the King settle the matter. To not act for once, like her father would.

< Vaemond said, a dead man standing, she grinned, <<say it>> Daemon whispered. Visenya grinned, savoring the chaos about to erupt.

She saw the fear in the eyes of Otto Hightower, fear for her father, and the resignation on the King's feature, he too knew his brother too well.

<<Her children are bastards!>> The corpse shouted, the King leaned over on his throne, the Queen held his breath and her uncles grinned, <<and she is a whore>> she wished she could be the one to end it.

It took one only precise swing to cut Vaemond's head in half, <<he can keep his tongue>> said Daemon to his brother, after he had called for the beheaded man’s tongue after the insult shouted.

The half of Vaemond’s head rolled at her feet, she kicked it and it rolled so that now it balanced on what was left of his skull, revealing the insides of it, <<empty, as I thought>> she proclaimed. Her father laughed. The Queen was disgusted, the King fed up, Aegon was petrified, poor Halaena was almost panicking, she felt terrible for her sweet aunt, and Aemond was almost excited. She wondered again what she could see from the hole in eye socket. She wondered if he wished to live with such impunity like her father, he dreamt of himself being in his shoes, with Luke instead of Vaemond. She wished to know what it felt like, possessing the strength to behead a man with such ease.

<<;Disarm him!>> shouted the hand, <;<no need>> sang her father, cleaning Darksister with his cloak.

Her mother let out a long breath, relieved and angered both. Visenya knew she hated when she and her father took harsh decisions without her counsel. But this was necessary and even she understood. Vaemond Velaryon could have been left to live after the accusation. Even if he was right to call them bastards.

<<Enough of this nonsense>> Came the weakening voice of Viserys, <<it warms my heart to see my family all reunited>> he couldn’t speak more than a few words before taking a break to breath, it was painful to see, <<we shall celebrate it with a feast tonight>> Visenya tried to remember the man she saw in her youth, the strong King she admired, who so kindly spent time with her as a child. Her and her brothers, never his other children she bitterly thought.

<<And to further unite our house>> He breathed, turning to look at her, oh no, she thought freezing under her grandfather’s gaze. She knew what he was about to say, and her parents too, she could see it in the way Rhaenyra’s grip tightened, in how her breaths were deeper. She saw it in Daemon’s hand gripping the hilt of Darksister, on his eyes of the brother he loved and loathed at the same time, <<come forward Visenya, my first grandchild>> she obeyed her king, she didn’t have any other choice. <<You are the image of my mother>> He smiled briefly, <<and of my father>> she knew little of Baelon and Alyssa, save that they both died before their time. Visenya returned her grandfather’s smile, despite the grip that took a hold of her stomach, <<willful and beautiful, and clever beyond your age>> she bowed in thanks. Yet the compliments didn’t ease the hold her stomach was in, nor did they make her accept easily what was about to happen.

He slowly turned towards his wife, his wife and her children. <<Aemond>> He called. She saw her uncle stiffen, and bow, and when Viserys signaled him to come closer he did so, quietly. There was no love in his lilac eye, no empathy for the suffering King on the throne, he was afraid maybe, but just because that man was his King. There was no love between Aemond and his father, and she found it deeply sad. <<My dear children, it is my wish to see you united in marriage>> Visenya was frozen in her spot, her arms limp on her sides, her mind filled with one thought, repeated over and over again, <<;to further unite our family, as it should be>>, she did not hear the rest of it. Visenya stood there, frozen like a statue, thinking that sooner rather than later she will belong to the man next to her. That he could do as he pleased with her, and her body. It was a terrifying thought.

When they arrived for dinner thankfully her uncles were still nowhere to be seen. She sat at the head of the table, close to her father who was still fuming from the events of the day.

He had spent the rest of the afternoon irate, screaming and throwing things left and right. Visenya however, just sat, she sat and watched her father’s ire, her mother’s worried face, and her brothers' angry expressions. She knew that sooner rather than later she had to marry, there was a time where she knew it would be in the family, a time when the rift between them wasn’t so large and irreparable, a time when she knew that her bond with Balerion was too important to House Targaryen for her to be sold to any other House.

And there was a time when she was content in that knowledge, when she told herself that at least she got to know her future husband better than any other Lady, his flaws and his character. It felt like a lifetime ago.

Now the prospect of wedding Aemond Targaryen terrified her. It terrified her because she would be forced in the viper's den, she would be forced to spend time with them, with Aegon.

She could not take her mother’s side once she was married, she could not support her, she would be expected to obey her husband. Her husband whom she knew hated her brother Luke and her family with every single fiber of his tall, muscular body. Her husband who, in the privacy of their chambers, could do everything he wished. Even slid her throat and eliminate her mother’s greatest weapon, the one reason the peace was holding. The one dragon that could end any and all rebellions by himself.

They entered moments before her grandfather. Aemond took the seat right in front of her, on the other side of the table. Never once did his eye leave her. She returned the gaze, unwilling to show fear, or to make him think that she would easily bow to his will.

Visenya stood, like everyone else, when guards came to bring the chair in which Viserysìs sat. His body was so weak that now even supporting itself was too great of a taks. The guards placed him in the center, between his daughter and his wife.

<<Prayer before we begin?>> Asked the weak voice of Alicent, she sneered like Daemon. And watched as everyone joined their hands. Hers remained on her lap. It was odd, however, to see Aemond’s head bow in prayer, the perfect image of a pious man. She wondered if he was really so religious, or if he was simply pleasing her mother.

<<May the smith mend the bonds that have been broken for far too long>> How big of a hypocrite could Alicent be? Did she not forget her contribution to those broken bonds? Did she not forget that it was her father, her son, her betrayal towards her mother’s friendship that generated this situation? <<And to Vaemond Velaryon, may the Gods give him rest>> Visenya turned towards her father, Daemon was suppressing a laugh. She bit her lips to avoid making a sound. Her mother glared her disapproval. They both turned to look down at their laps, to avoid showing their expression. To Vaemond Velaryon she thought, snickering. The audacity.

She raised her head once again, Aemond’s eye was still on her. Not her face though, no. Visenya grinned, he was staring at her body, at the low cut of her dress. ‘Aemond is a man’ Said her mother after Daemond had calmed enough to allow conversations to be had, ‘and your body is a weapon he cannot resist’ she supposed her mother was right. <<Aemond>> The old King called, his son snapped his head in the direction of the sound. Has Viserys ever cared to call his son ? How many times had Aemond heard his name coming from the lips of his father in the last nine years? <<Why are you seated so far from your future wife?>> She saw Alicent’s face drop, was he her favorite son ? It certainly looked like it, seeing how her expression hardened when Aemond stood from his chair. As if someone had sewered a limb from her body at that very moment. An important piece of information at least.

She turned to look at her father, he stiffened and glared at his brother. Do nothing she pleaded in her mind. Jace and Baela were ready to make space, but she moved first. The Princess slid her chair closer to her father, and gestured for the new chair to be placed at her side. She would avoid Daemon sitting in front of his nephew. Gods forbid giving Daemon a target for his ires.

Aemond sat without ceremonies, <<a toast, to the three young couples>> called the King. Everyone raised his glass. She saw her future husband stiffen, Visenya followed his gaze to see Aegon, whispering something to Jace.

It didn’t take long before Viserys was brought back to his chambers, his body could endure all so much. And the moment he left, all the toasts and wishes of good faith left with him. It was as if their family was starting to rot and decay like his body. A chill went down her spine, what would happen when they finally lost the one frail thing that binds them all together? Would war ensure the moment Viserys died?

In the end it started with a dance: she huffed when Jace stood and asked Helaena to dance with him. To her good soul it probably was an innocent act, to everyone else, a scorn to Aegon.

She saw a glare of anger in Aemond’s face, it was much more evident than in his brother’s. Visenya slid a hand on his thigh, his muscular, strong thigh. Aemond’s head snapped immediately in her direction. <<Helaena is a great dancer>> She said, he hummed, offering her his hand, a silent invitation to join the dances, the polite thing to do, <<oh no>> Visenya laughed, <;> she whispered. It worked, if the way he slowly swallowed his saliva was any indication, now his attention was going to be nowhere near her brothers, if she played well enough.

Her hand stayed on his thigh caressing it lightly, Aemond didn’t complain.

<<A final tribute>> Called Aegon, once his wife was returned to him, <<to my brother and his future wife>> Visenya’s free hand gazed at the knife on the side of the table, her betrothed saw, and so did her father. <<And to my nephews, all wise, handsome..>> She knew what he would say, she removed her hand from his thigh and grabbed the cup in front of her, <> then she felt Aemond’s hand, his big calloused hand on her leg. He grabbed the soft flesh of her thigh, probably in the vain hope that she would stay put and ignore the insult. Visenya grinned, crossing her legs and trapping her future husband’s hand too close to her core.

She leaned over, brushing her breasts on Aemond’s bicep, holding her cup high,<<and to you, my Lord Hightower>> She said, toasting towards Aegon, she acted before any of her brothers could do anything stupid. Daemon sneered, Aemond’s grip tightened, her mother pleaded her to stop with a look.

<<Look at me, niece, don’t I look like a Targaryen should?>> He said. Indeed he did, he had the silver hair and the purple eyes typical of their house. <<So do all the whores in Lys, yet none feel the urge to shout it out loud>> She laughed. Rhaenyra closed her eyes, Daemon laughed, her brothers grinned. The Hightowers looked horrified. Aemond’s hand gripped a bit tighter her soft flesh, she felt a shiver crawling towards her core.

Her mother then stood, to toast Alicent and her loyalty towards Viserys, to the unfaltering love she had shown him even in his sickness. Visenya supposed that it was due to the guilt she felt towards her childhood friend, to the friendship her marriage destroyed.

The dinner proceeded then, the table clearly divided in two apart from Aemond who unceremoniously stood, excusing himself for a moment.

She waited for what felt like a reasonable amount of time before standing herself, pretending she needed to use the privy. Visenya was never one to make her prey escape.

She strolled in the general direction of the bath, it was a small, dark room lit only by lanterns hung high on the stone floor. It wasn’t hard to spot Aemond’s tall figure, even in the dim light. She sneaked closer, inching towards his back. There was no mistaking what he was doing, given the rhythmic movements of his arm.

<<Isn’t this a sin?>> Visenya asked in the sweetest tone she could muster, while grabbing at his muscular arms. She felt his entire body stiffen, in embarrassment surely. The Princess pressed herself on his back, caressing her way down the curves of his arms, towards his big hands. <<Will your gods punish you still, if I am the one committing this sin?>> She mewled cupping his hands. Aemond groaned, letting his hands fall and allowing her to grip his hardened length.

Visenya started to stroke him, up and down. She couldn’t really see what she was doing, with her face pressed on his shoulder, but he could feel the smooth skin of his member, the almost imperceptible movements of his hips, back and forth, his labored breaths. <<Were you thinking of me?>> She asked, the only reply she got was a low moan that sent shivers down her spine.

<<When we will be married>> Aemond finally said, between groans and moans, she took note of her hands becoming wetter, as did her core, <> she laughed, and willed her hands to move faster.

It didn’t take long for him to finish, which left her with tacky, wet hands, and a wet, needy cunt.

<<When we are married>> Visenya said, reaching the water basin to wash away that annoying feeling from her hands, <<;I shall bite your cock off>> she wondered how terrible it might feel, that wetness, tackiness, not on her fingers but on her inner thigh. It was not something she would love to, Visenya decided.<<We will see>> Whispered Aemond in her ear, right before disappearing in the darkness.

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eat your young | the games pt 1

tags: hunger games!au, fake dating, angst warnings: death, killing, violence wc: 5.1k an: we are in the arena i repeat we are in the arena aka yall are about to be real unhappy with me

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This has to be a joke.

About a hundred yards in front of you is the Cornucopia filled with lots of goodies for everyone. A few bags and other supplies are scattered in front of it for those who aren’t brave enough to get into the midst of the battle quite yet. That’s all pretty standard for the games. What’s not standard is the rest of the arena.

Surrounding the ground that the Cornucopia and the plates the tributes are standing on is water. Past the water you can see other land masses, each looking a bit different than the next. Islands. Your arena is based on islands.

That means there’s only two options once the countdown hits zero; run into the heart of the Cornucopia, or swim away to one of the other islands. It sounds like a lose-lose situation for anyone who can’t swim and is too inept to survive the blood bath.

You also note how the arena’s suspiciously well designed for people who are good swimmers, like certain tributes who have grown up around large bodies of water. The only good thing about the bloodbath is that due to needing the supplies inside the Cornucopia, it’s unlikely any of the District 4 tributes will chase after anyone who opts to swim away once the games start.

Your eyes glance around at the other tributes. The careers are spread out, but you’re pretty sure you can make it to the Cornucopia before some of them, which gives you a good chance to get what you need and get out with minimal damage.

You flit your gaze back to the mouth of the Cornucopia. You squint a bit to get a better view and you finally see it. An axe. There are a few bags that you scope out as well that you hope have something good in them. Your eyes glance up at the countdown. There’s only five more seconds left.

Five.

You ready your legs and brain to start to run.

Four.

You train your eyes onto the axe. It’s the most important thing to get.

Three.

You can fight your way out of the bloodbath, you just need to get the axe first.

Two.

You’ll grab as many bags as you see fit afterwards and then get the hell out of there.

One.

You hope Jihoon can swim.

Boom.

The sound of the starting canon fires and you’re moving without even thinking. You can see someone else making the exact same beeline you are in the corner of your eye. You can’t worry about them just yet.

You’re not the first to make it to the Cornucopia, but you are one of the first. Many of the careers stop and pick up some of the smaller weapons scattered in front of the Cornucopia so they are armed right away.

One of the boys from District 2, Jeonghan, is already at the Cornucopia when you approach, but you’re closer to the axe than he is, and you reach down and snatch it before he can. He grabs the weapon next to him, a throwing knife, and hurls it at you. The knife flies through the air and slices right through your left arm and you hiss, but don’t let it slow you down as you turn to flee.

More careers are closing in on the Cornucopia as you try to leave and you swing your axe at them, trying to ward them off. The District 1 girl actually backs up, but the one of the District 4 boys keeps coming towards you and you use all your might to swing your axe right into his leg. He lets out a shout of pain and you quickly yank your axe out of his leg and continue running. Try and swim now.

You’re able to grab the throwing knife Jeonghan threw at you and a couple scattered bags as you start off in the direction that you told Jihoon to go. You’re almost to the water when you see a figure hunched over the ground. No, hunched over a body on the ground. After closer inspection you realize it’s the District 12 boys. Both of them.

Before you know what you’re doing, you’re moving towards them. It’s not just you though. Another tribute is approaching them as well and you pick up your pace. Just as the other tribute goes to attack you bury your axe right into his neck. He lets out a strangled gasp and his throat makes a squelching noise that makes you want to vomit before his body hits the ground.

You can’t focus on him though, because the boy is still crying on top of his friend’s dead body and you have to grab him by the arm and pull him to stand.

“C’mon. We have to go.”

“No, no, I can’t leave him! Please, I-,” his voice comes out in broken sobs and you do your best to keep your strong face on.

“I know, I know, but we have to go. We can’t stay here.” You tug on his arm a bit more. You can’t leave him here with these monsters.

“Please, give me a second, I need to- his token.” You understand and you nod. He quickly searches his friend’s body before finding what he’s looking for. You stand guard as he presses a kiss to the other boy’s forehead. After that he finally lets you drag him away and into the water.

“Where are they?” Jihoon whines. He was luckily able to find Wonwoo and Seokmin both after making it to the closest island. Jihoon’s not the best swimmer though and he nearly drowned at least three times trying to get here and now he’s cold, wet, and there’s still no sign of you.

The group is too far away from the Cornucopia to spot you and all they can do is wait. The more time goes on though the more progressively worried Jihoon gets. He told you not to go to the Cornucopia and if you die because you were too stubborn to listen he’s going to be so mad at you.

Jihoon is mulling over all the ways he can curse you out in the grave if you die when Seokmin speaks up. “Look at the shore!”

Jihoon’s head perks up and he looks to see you trudging through the shallows onto the bank of the water. Jihoon smiles when he sees the axe attached to your belt. His smile slowly drops when he notices that you’re not alone though. You’ve got a firm grip on the boy’s wrist as you guide him onto the ground where he promptly falls down and starts to cry.

Your eyes skim the tree line and when you meet Jihoon’s gaze you send him a pleading look. Jihoon quickly moves to go meet you, Wonwoo and Seokmin on his heels. On top of the axe and the boy it seems you were able to grab two bags as well, all varying in sizes. How you were able to swim from island to island with all of that in tow, Jihoon will never know. You’ve always been amazing though.

You’re dumping everything onto the dirt when Jihoon approaches you and pulls you into a hug. You let him, tentatively wrapping your arms around his neck. You two stay like that for a moment before you finally pull away.

“What’s with him?” Wonwoo whispers, breaking up the moment.

“His district partner died during the bloodbath and he was crying over his body,” you say in a hushed whisper. The boy is crying so hard though, Jihoon doubts he can hear a word they’re saying. “What was I supposed to do? Leave him there?”

Everybody’s morals don’t allow them to say yes and you give them a look that says they’re not allowed to speak on it again.

“Hansol,” you address the boy and Jihoon is slightly surprised you were able to remember his name. The boy doesn’t react though, and you sigh and sink down onto the ground with him. You pull the boy into your body and he latches onto you, burying his face in your neck. You pet his hair while shushing him in a soft tone.

The other three boys stand and watch, not sure what to do in this situation. You don’t seem too sure yourself either but at least Hansol’s loud sobs have turned into muffled cries. You rock your bodies back and forth and then lyrics start to flow from your mouth.

It shocks Jihoon to hear his own song coming from someone’s mouth, let alone his song of mourning. Something pulls at Jihoon’s heart at hearing you sing to the young boy, comforting him after his friend died.

A part of Jihoon knows this is an intimate, private moment, but another part of Jihoon hopes this is being broadcasted. People need to know the horrors of this game, and the Capitol citizens should hear the songs of the people mourning. They need to know that the tributes aren’t just pawns in a game. That they’re people who have feelings and that this isn’t something fun and exciting to watch.

This is what you meant when you told Jihoon that his songs inspire people. He’s finally starting to get it.

“Y/N,” it’s Wonwoo who speaks up, “we really do have to get going.”

“Hansol,” you address the boy again. “We have to move further into the woods. It’s not safe here. We’ll find shelter soon, okay?”

The boy sniffles more and finally sits up and nods. Jihoon can now get a good look at him. His eyes are red and his brown hair falls into his face, wet from the water. He’s still got a bit of a baby face and if the Capitol thought Jihoon looked innocent, then Jihoon doesn’t even want to know what they thought of Hansol.

Hansol picks himself up and you do as well. You grab your axe off your belt and pick up the bags you grabbed.

“Give me the knife,” Seokmin says to you and you give him a look of disdain.

“No.”

“You already have the axe, that’s not fair.”

“You don’t tell me what to do,” you growl.

“You’re not the leader here!”

“And you are? Yeah right. I bet you would have run into the Cornucopia if I didn’t tell you not to.” Seokmin doesn’t have a response to that, proving you right. “For the time being I’m in charge. After me it’s Wonwoo. Come now, we’re burning daylight.”

With that you walk into the forest, and everyone is at least smart enough to follow.

Jihoon walks by your side as you make your way farther into the island. This particular one is modeled after a forest, but it’s different then the forests you’re used to from back home.

“I think we’re far enough in that we can hide here for now. I don’t think anyone else swam to this island,” Jihoon tells you. The cannons signaling the end of the blood bath went off a while ago (eight of them, one-third down in just a few minutes), but you’re sure that careers are staying with their pile of goodies for the time being.

You stop walking and turn to the rest of your group. Hansol is standing at the back, looking scared and tired. “Let’s try and find some clean water. Seokmin, can you start a fire so we can dry off more?” You then turn to Jihoon. “Ji, help me look through these bags.”

As much as you like the other three boys you’ve gained as allies, in the back of your mind you remind yourself that in the end, it’s you and Jihoon and you have to do everything to protect yourselves. If that means not 100% trusting your allies, then that’s what it means.

Jihoon has the bags slung on his shoulder he drops them to the ground. You two sit around them as you go through them. One holds two small bundles of rope, a few first aid supplies, an empty water canteen, and a bottle of iodine. The other bag holds a sleeping bag and a small tarp. It’s a good pick, but not great, especially with no food rations and a group of five people. You also wish there was another knife or something, but you guess beggars can’t be choosers.

“Uhm, Y/N?” You look up from where you’re sitting to see Hansol standing over you. “I uhm, have this as well, but I can’t use it.” In the palm of Hansol’s hand is a utility knife. You didn’t see it when you first saved Hansol so it most of been in his pocket.

“Oh no Hansol, you keep that. You might need it for protection.”

“No I can’t use it, it- Chan.” Hansol looks like he’s on the verge of tears again and you get it. It’s the weapon that was used to kill his district partner. His friend.

You gently take the knife out of his hand. “I see. Don’t worry about it.” Hansol nods and scampers off, back to where Seokmin is attempting to start a fire. You sigh and drop the knife into the pile of other items.

“You okay?” Jihoon reaches out and grabs your hand. Right, you two are supposed to be dating. You scoot closer to him and hold his hand tighter.

“He’s the same age as my sister,” you says softly.

“I know.”

“When it comes time, we’re going to have to split from them.”

“I know.” Jihoon squeezes your hand. You’re a bit happy for this fake dating situation as you find Jihoon’s hand comforting in yours. “Let’s not think about it right now, okay?” You nod.

Suddenly Jihoon gasps. “What?”

“You’re bleeding, have you been bleeding this whole time?” Jihoon lets go of your hand to reach out to your arm and you remember that Jeonghan cut you with the knife during the blood bath. The blood has already dried in a long scab on your arm meaning Jeonghan couldn’t have cut that deep, but it will still probably scar. Now that you think about it you remember it stinging like crazy while you were swimming, but then you got distracted by other things.

“It’s fine, no big deal. Don’t worry Ji, I’m okay.” Jihoon doesn’t look like he trusts you but he drops the subject. He does pick your hand back up though and you trace your thumb over the back of his hand.

You two sit there for a while until Seokmin finally gets the fire going. You and Jihoon repack all of the items and move back to join the group. Your socks are soaked and your feet are cold so you pull your feet out of your boots and place them close to the fire. The boys all do the same.

You feel something touching your ankle and you look down to see Jihoon playing with the bracelet. “Is this from Joshua?”

“Yeah, my district token. I miss him.” Jihoon just nods solemnly.

Once you’re starting to feel dryer you slide your boots back on and stand up. You walk a bit further into the trees until you find what you’re looking for: a thick, long, sturdy stick. You take it back to where the boys are sitting and they look at you curiously but you ignore them.

You dig around in one of the bags until you find one of the bits of rope. You take the throwing knife off of your belt and place it against the stick before attaching them together with the rope. You shake it a bit to check it’s secure before handing it to Jihoon. A makeshift spear.

“Ah, thank you,” Jihoon says. He then leans into your ear. “You know, I’m not that good with this thing. You should have given the knife to Seokmin.”

You shrug. “I care about you more. I’ll give him Hansol’s knife later, it’s fine.” You then stand again. “Wonwoo-ah, come help me look for water.”

Wonwoo doesn’t complain, just puts his boots back on and follows after you.

Despite being your pick of ally, Wonwoo is the biggest threat in your group. You don’t like Seokmin that much, but you can tell deep down he’s just a scared kid like Hansol. Wonwoo on the other hand, is smart, and that’s more dangerous than anything else. It’s why you’re perfectly happy keeping Wonwoo unarmed and not left unattended with Jihoon.

“So, you and Jihoon?” You can’t tell if he’s teasing you or trying to uncover your ploy on TV. Either way it makes you frown.

“So me and Jihoon what?”

“You two are cute, that’s all,” Wonwoo hums. You glance over at him and Wonwoo is looking back. There’s an almost panicked look in his eye and you realize he forgot you two were on camera right now. He actually was trying to ask you about it. So maybe this time Wonwoo wasn’t out to get you, but you still have to keep your guard up.

“We’re in the middle of the woods, there has to be water somewhere,” you say to change the subject.

“Not for sure, the Gamemakers could have designed everything so it doesn’t need water to live.”

“They wouldn’t leave us without water though, that would make for a very quick game.” You sigh, “I guess we have some iodine to use, but I’d rather not risk drinking sea water if we don’t have to.”

“Let’s go back to the group, we don’t need water right now and maybe we’ll find some later. If not, there’s five of us, someone has to be sponsoring at least one of us.” You agree with Wonwoo and you two turn around to go back to where you started.

When you get back to the group the fire is already out and the boys are standing around. “We should get going before night falls. We’ll need to find food as well,” Seokmin says.

You nod and turn back around once again. Jihoon catches up to walk beside you and you two walk a few feet ahead of the other.

“I gave Seokmin the knife, I told him not to flash it around Hansol too.”

“Thanks,” you tell him. You glance behind you to see Seokmin taking the rear position. Good. Wonwoo walks in front of Seokmin and Hansol in front of him. Just like little ducks in a row. “The careers might come out hunting at night. Especially the ones who can swim.”

Jihoon groans. “I’d rather not have to do anymore swimming.”

“Same, but we don’t know what dangers could be on this island.”

As if on cue (they just might be) birds start to attack your group. The Gamemakers think they’re so funny. You try your best to dodge the birds, swinging your axe at them while also trying not to hit Jihoon. There’s too many of them though so you have to resort to running.

The birds continue to let out shrill screeches as they dive bomb you. You can hear the commotion of the boys also trying their best to get away from the birds.

“Wait, wait!” Jihoon shouts. “I know these birds!” Jihoon lets out a trill, mimicking what sounds like a bird call and suddenly the birds retreat.

It takes a moment for everyone to catch their breath and regroup. There are a few scrapes on Wonwoo’s face and Seokmin’s hands but otherwise no one looks too badly hurt.

“What the hell were those?” Hansol asks.

“Swallow-hawks,” Wonwoo answers. “I should have known sooner.”

“Yeah, can someone explain that more in depth?” You ask.

“Swallow-hawks are mutts that were bred during the first rebellion to attack rebels and any other threats. The only way to get rid of them is to mimic their call because then they’ll see you as one of their own,” Jihoon explains.

You suddenly remember that back in District 7 Jihoon’s father works as a historian, he must have passed some of his knowledge down to his son. That doesn’t explain knowing the bird call though, so you ask him about it.

“Well, I learned the swallow-hawk call after learning about them, but I do know a good majority of bird calls. I didn’t mean to pick up on the skill, but I like to hear the birds sing,” Jihoon tells you and you can’t help but think that’s adorable. He really is a songbird.

“So…are these things edible because I’m hungry right now and I think Y/N and I killed a couple while fighting for our lives,” Seokmin says. You look down to see that in fact, there are a few dead swallow-hawks on the ground.

“Yeah, yeah, they’re edible. Let’s find a better place to make shelter and then we can settle in for the night,” Jihoon says.

You guys still don’t find any water, but you do find a somewhat secluded place to take camp for the night. Seokmin starts another fire and cooks up the birds. There’s just enough to share between the five of you. In all honesty it tastes horrible, but it’s food.

“We should take turns taking watch,” Wonwoo announces.

“I’ll take the first one,” you say.

“No.” You’re expecting the protest to come from Wonwoo, but it actually comes from Jihoon. “You didn’t sleep last night.”

How did he know that?

Soonyoung. Fuck.

“I’ll take first watch,” Seokmin says. You’re still not completely happy with the idea but it’s clear that you’re in no place to disagree.

“Who should get the sleeping bag?” Jihoon asks as he grabs it out of the bag.

“Y/N grabbed it, they should get it,” Hansol says before anyone else can speak up. You want to protest again but Jihoon shoots you a look and you shut up.

You grab the sleeping bag and roll it out before climbing in. You are admittedly, a little tired. Once you’re done situation yourself in the bag you realize there’s quite a bit more room.

“Jihoon-ah.” The boy looks up from where he’s sitting and you motion for him to climb into the sleeping bag as well. He looks a bit flustered at the idea, but eventually joins you.

You two are pressed up against each other, but it’s not uncomfortable and you’ll be able to stay warm. You’re just drifting off to sleep when the anthem starts to play. Right, the nightly recap of the tributes who died. There’s a small break in the trees that you can see the sky.

The first person to appear is a tribute from District 5 and you cringe when you see his face.

“Y/N?” Jihoon whispers.

“I killed him. I killed him, Ji. He was going for Hansol and I just reacted and then my axe was in his throat.” The words make you want to puke. Not even ten minutes into the games and you killed someone. You did exactly what they wanted you to do and it makes you sick.

You feel Jihoon’s hand find yours under the sleeping bag. “You were protecting Hansol. We all do what we have to. You are not a bad person Y/N.”

“He probably has a family and friends and I-,” you choke.

“It was either him or Hansol. You were just defending someone else when they couldn’t do it themselves. The same way you are with me. You’re a protector, Y/N. We all do things we’re not proud of, but you have to remind yourself that these aren’t normal circumstances.”

You’re about to say something in response, when you hear a small sob. You look up at the sky to see Chan’s face disappearing. Right, Hansol lost one of his friends today. You wonder about the other boy from District 12. The youngest one here. What kind of person was he?

You can hear Seokmin consoling Hansol and you bury your body further into Jihoon. You shift around until your head is resting on the area that’s not quite his shoulder yet not quite his chest. You can feel Jihoon’s chin on the top of your head.

“We’ll get through this,” Jihoon whispers to you, and you trust yourself to believe him.

Jihoon doesn’t know how long he’s been asleep, but the sound of whispered voices wakes him up. He thinks it might just be Seokmin and Wonwoo trading shifts but then he realizes it sounds like a lot more people than just two people, and those aren’t Seokmin and Wonwoo’s voices.

“I saw the little one swim this way during the blood bath. And wherever the little one goes, they go. They have to be on this island.”

It’s the careers. And they’re talking about you and Jihoon. It sounds like there’s maybe four of them.

Jihoon jostles you until he can hear your breathing change.

“Jihoon?” You whisper. He places his hand over your mouth, forcing you to listen. You slowly start to climb out of the sleeping bag and Jihoon does as well. He reaches for his spear and hopes you’re reaching for your axe.

It’s difficult to see in the dark, but there’s just enough moonlight to see Wonwoo is sitting guard, Seokmin’s knife in his hand. He seems to hear the same thing as well.

You’re behind Jihoon as you press your lips up against his ear. “Wake up Seokmin, I’m gonna wake up Hansol.” Jihoon nods and moves to where Seokmin is sleeping.

Jihoon nudges at Seokmin, who wakes up with a gasp and Jihoon realizes a second to late he should have covered Seokmin’s mouth as well.

“They’re over here!” Jihoon hears one of them shout. No being subtle anymore.

“Run!” You shout. You have a grip on Hansol’s arm as you pull him up. Jihoon takes off, everyone else on his heels. He’s able to glance back for a second to see you taking up the rear.

Jihoon keeps running and running and he has no clue where he’s going or what he’s doing but he knows he just has to keep running. The only problem is…he can’t hear any footsteps following him, his enemy’s or his ally’s.

Jihoon stops and turns around to realize he’s completely lost and alone. He slowly starts to jog back in the direction he came from. He doesn’t want to run into the careers, but he needs to find you and the others.

“You piece of shit!” Jihoon hears a shout from not too far away. It sounds like one of the career girls.

“You’re one to talk!” And that is definitely you. Jihoon starts to make his way to where your voices are coming from, still screaming at each other mixed in with sounds of grunts.

When you finally come into sight, Jihoon can see that you two are engaged in a physical fight, your axe thrown to the side. The lighting is better in this area and Jihoon can see everything happening. You’re currently overpowering the girl, quite literally straddling her while you shove her face into the dirt.

The girl gets loose from your grip for a second though, and punches you square in the jaw.

“Fuck!” You punch her right back. Jihoon knows he should do something, he should stop just standing here, but instead he just stands and stares. Why are you kinda hot right now?

The girl throws you off of her and you scramble to your feet. While the girl attempts to get up as well you lunge for your axe. She lunges after you though, her body attaching to your back. You thrash around to try and displace her.

Out of the corner of his eye Jihoon sees something and he’s yelling at you before he can fully process what’s happening. “Y/N!”

A boy jumps out of the trees. Maybe the District 4 boy, Mingyu? You quickly swing around to see him. You lift your axe up and try to hit the boy, but the girl hinders your movement. The most you can do is counter Mingyu’s attacks with his trident. You’re going to be overpowered. Jihoon runs to get to you. He’s still not good at using the spear, but it’s better than standing and watching you try to fight both of them yourself.

Mingyu’s back is to Jihoon when he approaches and Jihoon is about to jab his spear right into his side without him being seen. Mingyu groans and drops his trident. He whips around and Jihoon is now remembering just how much taller Mingyu is than him.

“You little vermin. You’re gonna pay for that.” Mingyu grabs Jihoon and slams him up against a tree. His hand is closed around Jihoon’s throat and Jihoon can hear you screaming.

Just as Jihoon is starting to feel lightheaded Mingyu is knocked off of him. The butt end of your axe slams into the side of Mingyu’s head and he stumbles back. You’re standing alone but Jihoon can see a sheen of blood on your axe so he can only assume what happened to the District 1 girl. He didn’t hear a canon go off, but he was pretty distracted by something else.

Mingyu must realize this too. “What have you done?”

He scrambles to grab his trident off the ground and he charges at you. Your weapons clang against each other as you try to get the upper hand. You’re able to dodge one of his attacks before slicing your axe into his arm. It’s clear that even though Mingyu is large in size, and from a career district, you two are well matched in combat skills.

Mingyu sweeps his trident low, catching your leg and knocking you down. Right as he’s about to stab into you, Jihoon hears a familiar screech and suddenly the swallow-hawks are dive bombing again. Only this time, they’re only attacking Mingyu. The birds must still recognize you and Jihoon from earlier.

Mingyu screams and runs off as you stand up and run towards Jihoon. You drop your axe and grab him by the shoulders, pulling him into a hug.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. I will be.” His throat hurts a bit from where Jihoon had a grip on him, but it could be worse. “Are you?”

“I am now that you’re okay, Songbird.” Songbird. The nickname used to be taunting, but how can you mean it any bad way when you say it like that while looking at him with those big eyes. He can’t help that he feels butterflies in his stomach, even if this isn’t the moment for it.

Once Jihoon finally pulls his gaze away from you, he realizes the actual bird sounds have stopped which means the careers must have fled. You grab Jihoon’s hand with one hand, and your axe with the other.

“Let’s go find the others.”

You two walk around the island looking for the others, but don’t see them. You two eventually come back across your camp from earlier, everything still where you left it. Either the careers didn’t want your stuff or they were too busy chasing after you to grab it.

You and Jihoon pack everything up and sling it over your shoulders, just in case, before continuing looking for the others.

“Look,” you squeeze Jihoon’s hand and point ahead of you two with your axe. Jihoon squints. Standing out near the edge of the island, in the tree line, is Wonwoo. You and Jihoon quickly make your way over to him to see him staring at something.

Jihoon slows down when he realizes what Wonwoo is staring at you and lets out a soft gasp. There’s a body lying in the opening with a knife in their stomach. It’s not just any body though.

It’s Seokmin.

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More Hearts Than Mine Part 8

In which you spend Christmas and New Years with your family.

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Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x afab!reader

Word Count:5.1k

A/N: Im making a mood board for this that ill add later. Also, I will be waiting here patiently for the wave of comments and messages because yall are going to scream.

As you and Jake pull into your parent's driveway, you see his eyes widen and his mouth drop open. It's December 23rd and you're here for the next week to celebrate Christmas and New Years with your family. After meeting his family a few days ago, you called your mom and told her to really pull out all the stops. You didn't go into detail, simply explaining that Christmas with his family had gone badly and that he deserved to have a magical experience.

You can confidently say that she didn't disappoint. Your mom and dad have always gone all out for Christmas but this is a different level. You're fairly certain they went out and bought more decorations because you've never seen it like this before. There's a fresh blanket of snow that just adds to the beauty of the scene in front of you and your heart swells.

The oak tree in the front yard has been completely covered in red and white lights, the house is lined with icicles, and the driveway is lined with light-up candy canes. You see that your mom has put out a whole slew of yard decorations ranging from those mechanical light-up deer to a huge Santa and sleigh.

You turn to look at Jake with a bright smile and you've never seen such innocent wonder in his eyes. It reminds you of when a baby sees something that captivates them for the first time and their little brains can't comprehend it. You let him take all the time he needs and after a few minutes, his trance is broken. He slowly climbs out of the truck and makes his way over to you, being careful not to slip.

Once you're out, you grab his hand and the two of you make your way up to the house. "I'm glad you made me get a coat and gloves. It's cold." He says and you laugh. "I told you so baby. Bet you're happy I made you get the puffy coat with a hood instead of that little jacket you insisted would be enough."

He nods his head slightly and the two of you reach the top of the porch stairs. The door swings open and Jake is immediately hit with the warmth of your home and the smell of cookies baking. Your mom doesn't step out this time, instead ushering the two of you in quickly. "Get inside, it's freezing out!"

She waits patiently for the two of you to take off your outerwear and pulls you each into a hug once everything is hung up. She kisses both of you on the cheek before stepping back and guiding you into the living room. Jake feels a familiar fuzzy feeling when he sees the inside of the home.

There's lights and garland lining the stairs and a large tree decorated with years of homemade and sentimental ornaments. It seems everywhere he looks there's a form of tinsel or ornament and he almost can't believe it. This is what he had always imagined Christmas to be like, but he thought it only happened in movies.

"How was your drive?" Your mom asks and Jake smiles kindly.

"It was nice. Got to see what a lot of states are like during winter, which was cool." He explains and your mom nods her head in understanding. Before you can process or add to the conversation, you're being swept off your feet. You let out a loud squeal followed by a giggle when you realize it's your dad.

"Welcome home, pumpkin. We missed you." He says before turning halfway to Jake. "And you too, I guess." He teases with a wink and Jake lets out a laugh. Your dad releases you and gives Jake a hug with a firm pat on the back. "Good to see you, son." He tells him, this time with warm sincerity and Jake nods his head. "You too, old man."

Once you've both said hello to your parents, the two of you make your way around the room greeting your siblings as well. Your brother hands Jake a beer and pulls him over to the couch to talk about some sport that you don't follow. You stand there for a second and love fills your heart as you watch all your favorite people in the same room interacting.

Your joy is short-lived when your mom and sisters whisk you away into the kitchen. Your mom is quick to put you to work helping with dinner and conversation is light as you all focus on your assigned tasks.

"So," Britney starts. "How was Christmas with the Seresins?" She asks casually and you stop what you're doing to turn around. Your mom shoots you a look and you assume she hasn't said anything about your phone call from a few days prior.

"His family is rich. Like old money, ranch on a hundred acres, million dollar home rich." You tell her with a shrug. The women's eyebrows shoot up and they share a look of surprise. Your sister-in-law is next to speak.

"Okay, but what is his family like?" She prods and you tsk before turning back around to continue peeling potatoes. "Best left unsaid." Your mom sets down her whisk and comes to stand next to you, placing a gentle hand on your arm.

"Come on sweetheart. It can't be that bad." She pushes and you set down your knife, staring at the cutting board in front of you. You close your eyes and silently wonder if you're going to regret your next words.

"I punched his dad in the nose." You tell her while lifting up your bruised hand to show them. "What?" Your sister asks. "Why?" You throw your head back with a loud sigh and resign to the fact you're going to have to tell them the whole story.

A few minutes later, your mom and sisters have matching angry expressions on their faces. It's silent for a few seconds before your mom speaks up. "Well, he deserved it. Should've spit on him too."

"Mama!" You exclaim and all four of you burst into laughter. "Well!" She says with her hands up defensively. "It's the truth! I can't imagine a parent treating their child like that, especially not sweet little Jake!"

You nod your head in agreement and cross your arms. "Me neither. That's why we have to make this the most special week ever." You say and your mom and sisters share a look. "Trust me," your sister says. "It'll be special."

Meanwhile in the living room, Jake is telling your dad and brothers the same story. "…and then she punched him. Pretty sure she broke his nose." He says and your dad lets out a low whistle. "She never has been one to take it lying down. I don't think I've ever seen her back down from a fight, especially if it involves defending someone." He says and your brother nods.

"Yea she's five years younger and she's always been able to kick my ass, even when she was little." He laughs. Jake chuckles and takes another sip of his beer. "If I wasn't sure before, I am now. She's definitely someone I want on my team for the rest of my life."

Your dad smiles fondly at the man in front of him and nods his head. "She's one of the good ones. Unless you're on her bad side." Jake quirks his head to the side and lifts up his bottle. "Cheers to that."

An hour later, you're setting the table and the men walk in to take their seats. Your dad slings his arm over your shoulder and leans down to whisper in your ear. "Good job, kid. Looks like those boxing lessons came in handy." You shake your head with a laugh and whisper back. "No, that came from you."

Your dad smiles proudly and kisses your cheek. "I'll take the compliment. If you have any more trouble with that asshole, you let me or your brothers know and we'll handle it." His tone is serious and you stop to look at him. "You know I will, daddy."

The rest of the evening goes smoothly and before you know it, you're saying goodnight and heading up to bed. You and Jake go through your usual bedtime routines before climbing under the comforter together.

Jake turns to face you and kisses your forehead. "Did your mom ask about my family?" He questions and you nod your head. "Yeah, I told her the truth."

He hums quietly and ponders for a few seconds. "What did she say?" He asks and you debate whether you should tell him or sugarcoat it. "Do you really want to know?" You question while looking up at him. He nods his head with a small smile. "I really do."

You heave a sigh and lean forward to press a kiss to his bare chest. "She said he deserved it and that I should've spit on him too." You murmur and Jake's chest rumbles with a laugh. "I knew there was a reason I love that woman." He quips and you can't help but smile. "What did my dad say?"

Jake looks down and you can see the wheels turning in his head. "That you've never had a problem kicking someone's ass and you're one of the good ones." He answers truthfully and you snort. "Yea that sounds like something daddy would say. I've been grounded for fighting one too many times."

The two of you lay in silence for a few more minutes before you roll over and turn off the light. "Let's get some sleep. It's a big day tomorrow." You yawn and Jake agrees while pilling you into him. "Goodnight, sweet girl. I love you." You smile lazily and snuggle into him. "I love you too."

The next morning is a flurry of getting dressed, eating breakfast, and putting everything together for the annual Christmas party. Everybody woke up at 6 am and Jake has never seen a family work so in sync. The first couple of hours are spent decorating sugar cookies and tidying before the group splits off. Jake and the other three men start working on the backyard, putting up tents, tables, outdoor heaters, and fire pits, along with decorations.

Inside, you, your mom, and your sisters busy yourself putting together all the desserts and making a ham. Unlike Halloween, this is a much more important party and people actually come for food so it's a pitch-in. Once the ham is in the oven and the pies are in the fridge, the four of you sit down and crack open a bottle of wine.

You're busy laughing in the living room when you hear the back door open followed by four sets of snow-covered boots being thrown off. Jake makes his way in and plops next to you on the couch. He places his cold hands under your shirt to warm them up and you shriek, almost spilling your wine trying to wiggle away from him.

He laughs loudly and kisses your shoulder before retracting the ice cubes attached to his arms. His eyebrow quirks when he sees the glass in your hand and looks at the other women, noticing they all have one too. "It's one pm and you're drinking?" He asks with amusement and you shrug your shoulders.

"Pretty much the entirety of Christmas Eve and Christmas Day are spent drinking. How do you think we stay warm?" You explain and Jake almost laughs before he realizes you're serious. He purses his lips and ticks his head to the side. "Okay then."

You take another sip and turn to your dad who now has his arm around your mom. "What time are we going tonight?" You ask and he looks at his watch. "It's been getting dark around 5 and the party starts at 7 so probably about 5:30." He answers and Jake looks at him confused.

"Where are we going?" He asks and you almost choke on your wine with excitement. "Oh!" You exclaim. "I forgot to tell you. On Christmas Eve we drive around all the neighborhoods and look at Christmas lights! It's been a tradition for as long as I can remember."

Jake smiles warmly and nods his head. "That sounds fun." Your brother kicks his feet up and turns to face him. "Oh, it is. We bring hot chocolate in a thermos and listen to Christmas music."

You spend the next few hours sipping on wine and laughing with everybody and before you know it, it's time to pile into the car. Your mom makes two thermoses full of hot chocolate and you all head outside.

"How do y'all usually split up?"Jake asks and your wrap your arm through his. "We don't. Daddy's SUV seats 8 people." You explain while guiding him towards the truck. Corey, LeeAnn, and Joe all clamber into the back row and once they're in, you, Jake, and Britney get in the middle row.

Jake silently wonders if you've always gotten along this well because he and his sisters were always fighting over who sat where, no matter how many times they rode together. Meanwhile, the six of you just climbed in without a single complaint, everybody was just happy to be involved.

Your mom turns to check that everyone is buckled in and once she confirms, your dad pulls out of the driveway. Jake has a window seat and he's silently grateful since he's never gotten to experience this before. He wants to be able to see everything without feeling bad about crushing you to get a glimpse.

Ten minutes later, your dad pulls into a neighborhood and turns the radio on. Your mom distributes hot chocolate and Jake swears he's never seen so many festive houses in his life. He's driven by a few over the years, sure. But this is completely surreal, like something you'd only see on TV. He reaches for your hand and you smile, grateful you get to be the one to introduce him to such happiness.

Your dad drives around for the next hour while everyone points out their favorite houses and sings along to classic Christmas songs. By the time you're pulling back up to the house, Jake has completely forgotten his own familial troubles and he's fairly certain the little kid in him is being healed a little more each time he comes here.

It's 6:45 when you get back and everybody runs inside to finish getting ready before people start showing up. You hand Jake a Christmas sweater and he frowns while taking it. His expression quickly turns to a smile when he sees you slip on a matching sweater of your own and he puts it on without any questions. Of course you'd be the type to wear matching sweaters, and he loves you even more for it.

Once you're outside, you take a second to look around. It looks like a Christmas wonderland at night time and you briefly wish you could see it from your jet. You don't have much time to think before guests start rolling in and filling the tables with food.

Just like Halloween, there are hundreds of people here and Jake can't believe it. He wonders why none of these people want to spend Christmas Eve with their families before he realizes that a lot of the people here are their families. It's not common for people to move away from here, so there are generations of people gathered together that have known each other since diapers.

He watches in awe once again, as you navigate the night like a professional. You field a few questions about a wedding or babies and Jake smiles to himself. If only you knew. His part in the evening is less stressful than last time, having already shaken everybody's hands at the Halloween party.

He was mostly asked questions about his career by men wanting to relive their glory days and heard several comments about how cool it is that the family now has three fighter pilots. His heart swells each time when he realizes that not only has your family accepted him as one of their own, but the community has as well.

Everybody spends the evening drinking and laughing while rotating between eating and roasting smores. Jake swears he's never eaten this much food in his life and he makes a mental note to hit the gym extra hard when you guys get home.

Once midnight hits and it's officially Christmas, things start wrapping up. You and Jake make your rounds before heading up to get ready for bed. You're both exhausted from your long day and it doesn't take long for the two of you to cuddle up and fall into a deep slumber.

Jakes feels the bed bouncing and glances at his watch to see what time it is. 6:30. He groans and throws a pillow over his head, which is promptly removed and chucked across the room. You plop down on him and clap your hands excitedly. "Get up!" You shout and Jake peeks one eye open.

"What the hell are you on about? It's still dark outside." He grumbles and you roll your eyes dramatically. "It's Christmas morning, Scrooge! Let's go!" You jump off of him and use all your strength to drag his dead weight out of the bed.

"Let me shower and get dressed." He yawns and you look at him like he's just said the most outrageous thing you've ever heard. "Christmas morning is no time for looking fancy, now let's go." You exclaim but Jake doesn't budge.

"You want me to go downstairs with bedhead and slippers?" He asks and you nod aggressively. He sighs and takes your outstretched hand. Now the matching PJs with polar bears and Christmas lights you made him wear make sense.

You bound down the stairs excitedly and Jake tries to shush you. Just because he has to wake up and entertain your craziness doesn't mean others should be subjected to it too. He's shocked to find everybody already downstairs in front of the tree when you drag him behind you.

"There you are. Geez, took long enough." Corey says with a frown and Jake has never been more confused. Took long enough? It's barely morning and they've been waiting for you? You flip your brother the bird when your mom has her back turned and take your place on the floor.

Your mom starts handing out gifts and Jake shifts awkwardly. He feels weird sitting here silently while waiting for everyone else to open their gifts. His mouth falls open when your mom hands him a present. She laughs at his expression and Jake looks like a fish out of water.

"What?" She asks. "You didn't think we'd forget about you, did ya?" She asks before turning back to continue distributing the boxes wrapped in colorful paper.

It's not that Jake thought he'd be forgotten, it's more that he didn't think anyone would want to take the time and energy to find him something. The idea that your parents went out with the intent of getting him something, or even weirder, saw something and thought of him makes him emotional.

He doesn't recall the last time he received a gift, especially from family. His parents never did Christmas presents and birthdays were usually just a couple hundred dollars thrown his way. By the last present, Jake has a pile sitting at his feet and he has to choke back tears.

He'd gone with you to shop for everybody but he never in a million years expected them to do the same for him. Everyone takes turns opening presents and once their done, Jake has a hard time holding it together.

Your dad got him his favorite whiskey that he mentioned in passing, your sister gave him airplane cufflinks, and your brother gave him an engraved leather wallet. There were a few other miscellaneous things too. A Texas longhorns blanket, and a few nice hoodies. He thinks everything is done when you pull a box from behind the couch and hand it to him.

He quirks an eyebrow and you motion your head toward the gift, encouraging him to open it. He opens the box to find a pair of Tecova boots with your name burned into the leather. His eyes widen and he once again considers dropping to his knee right then and there.

"You mentioned needing a new pair of going-out boots." You shrug as if it's the most normal thing in the world. Jake stares in disbelief, well aware these boots run for at least $300. Based on the stitching and coloring, he'd guess they cost well over that. Jake shakes his head and reaches into his pocket, pulling out a box.

"I didn't know if we were doing gifts or not so I was holding onto this." He says and your mom's eyes widen, shooting to look at your dad. You take the box with a smile and open it to find a pair of diamond "J" earrings. "Oh my god, these are beautiful! I can't wait to wear them!" You exclaim while throwing yourself into his arms. He catches you easily and winks at your mom over your shoulder.

The rest of your day is spent lounging around the house, mostly cuddled up under Jake's new blanket and watching Christmas movies. You're in the middle of "Santa Clause" when you turn to Jake. "Do you like your boots? I wasn't sure what you like so I just ran with it." You tell him and he smiles brightly. "I love them, darlin'. Can't wait to wear them out and show the world I'm yours. Do you like the earrings?"

You nod your head and kiss his cheek. "They're absolutely beautiful. I'll wear them all the time." You say and he kisses your forehead. Your parents and siblings look on with small smiles, happy to see you happy. They know exactly what Jake has up his sleeve and if you're this grateful over earrings, they can't wait to see your reaction to his next surprise.

The past week flies by and it's finally New Year's Eve. You took Jake sledding for the first time earlier today and now you're getting ready to go out. You're meeting your friends at the bar to drink and watch the ball drop.

You walk out of the bathroom and see Jake waiting patiently in a pair of wranglers, one of his new sweaters, and the boots you bought him. He looks handsome as always, clean-shaven, and not a hair out of place. He smiles when he sees you and looks you over.

"Like it?" You ask with a smile and Jake nods. "Love it. You look stunning." You blush at the compliment and glance at yourself in the mirror. You're just wearing a chunky sweater tucked into black skinny jeans and doc martens. Your hair is framing your face and your makeup is done the same as always. It's nothing too special. The only new thing is the earrings Jake gave you.

"You ready to go?" He asks interrupting your thoughts and you nod. "Yea, it's almost 9. Don't want to get there too late." You say and he follows you out of the room. You grab your long black coat that falls to your knees, a hat, and a scarf.

"Bye guys! Be back late, love you!" You yell over your shoulder and don't bother waiting for a response. Jake takes your hand and leads you to the truck before opening the door and helping you up. There's a comfortable silence as you drive into town, the only noise being the quiet lull of Christmas music still playing on the radio.

You watch with confusion as Jake drives past the bar and instead stops a few blocks up, outside the park you showed him his first day here. You look over at him as he shuts off the truck and raise your eyebrows. "Uh, bars back there babe." You tell him and he nods his head but still gets out and walks around to your side.

He opens the door and your eyebrows scrunch together. "I know, I just have a quick detour." He explains and you take his hand. He helps you down and shuts the door before leading you into the park.

You see snow flurries falling and the park is dark aside from one lone street lamp. "Now would be a really shitty time to kill me, Seresin." You joke but he doesn't laugh.

Right as you're about to ask him what's going on, the park lights up. Your eyes widen when you see that every tree has been completely covered in lights and you're standing under a willow tree that's covered in snow. You stare for a few seconds trying to understand who did this and why, but your mind draws a blank.

You turn around to ask Jake and you gasp when you see he's down on one knee with a ring box in the palm of his hand. He's got the biggest smile you've ever seen and he's sure you can hear his heart hammering in his chest. Your hands fly up to cover your mouth and tears prick at your eyes.

You don't say anything, completely taken aback. Jake gives you a few moments to process before speaking. "Y/N. I've known since that night I met you that you were the woman I'd spend the rest of my life with, and it was only confirmed when I met your family. And then again, at Halloween and Thanksgiving, and when you punched my dad." He says and you let out a watery laugh at the last part.

"I bought this the week after you brought me here and I've been planning the perfect time with your mom and sister. There's no other person on this planet that I could see myself terrorizing a nursing home with and I don't want to go into the new year without knowing that I get to spend every year for the rest of my life with you." Tears are streaming down your face as you listen and Jake's voice wobbles.

"I asked your dad for your hand at Thanksgiving, and now it's time to ask you. Y/N, will you please make me the happiest man alive and be my wife?" He asks and you choke on a sob.

You drop down to his level and grab his hands. "Are you sure?" You ask through your tears and Jake chuckles. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life, sweet girl." As soon as the last word leaves his mouth, you fling yourself into him and send the both of you tumbling into the snow.

"YES!" You scream and Jake places the ring on your hand. You look down to see three flawless diamonds sitting on a simple band and shake your head.

"It's so fucking beautiful, Jake. Oh my god." Your words are interrupted when you hear cheering. You look to Jake for an explanation and he just smiles up at you. He stands up and helps you get to your feet, turning you around.

All of a sudden, you see a group of people running toward you. You're swept off your feet by Bradley and spun around before he sets you back down. You look at him in shock before glancing around him to see just what the hell is going on. It takes your brain a second to catch up but when it does, you weep.

Standing before you is the entire dagger squad, Maverick, your parents and siblings, and all your friends. You turn to look at Jake and he wipes the mascara from under your eyes. "I flew all of them out. I knew you'd be devastated if they missed it, and so would they." He explains and you shake your head again.

Once you've had a minute to calm down, you're swarmed by everyone you love hugging and congratulating you. Your mom throws her arms around you while crying, and the rest of your family follows suit engulfing you in a giant group hug. When they're done, Phoenix comes over and squeezes you.

"Let me see!" She exclaims and you give her your hand. "Holy shit. This thing should be a registered weapon!" You laugh loudly and lower your voice. "I know right?" She motions to Bradley and he walks over. "Bradshaw, look at this! Did you know Bagman had money like that?" She asks and he shrugs. "I helped him pick it out."

Phoenix's eyes go wide and she glares at a sheepish Jake. "I'm going to kill him." She jokes and you slap her arm playfully. "Hey, at least let me get down the aisle first." You continue greeting everybody and Jake stands off to the side, letting you have your moment.

Your dad walks over to him and gives him a hug. "I'm proud of you. You're both very lucky to have each other." Jake closes his eyes and leans into the embrace. "Thanks, old man. I just wish my family could be here." He says while blinking back tears.

Your dad holds on a few seconds longer before pulling back. He keeps his hand on Jake's shoulder. "It's their loss. Maybe one day they'll come around, but for now, just try to enjoy it." He comforts and Jake nods while swallowing thickly.

After everyone settles down, you all make your way to the bar and spend the rest of the night drinking and celebrating. Your friends and family mingle and get to know each other, while your dad and Maverick reunite and reminisce.

Jake catches you staring at your ring and walks over to wrap his arms around you. "Do you love it?" He asks and you turn in his arms. You lean up and kiss him with a grin. "Almost as much as I love you." You tell him and he hums.

The two of you fall silent for a moment before you speak again. "Y/N Seresin. That has a nice ring to it." Jake nods thoughtfully and pulls your hand up to kiss your ring finger. "Yes, it does."

You're interrupted by chanting as the countdown to the new year begins. Jake looks at you and his eyes crinkle when he smiles. "Ready?" He asks and you lean into him. "Ready as I'll ever be."

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Gleens Lover girl

Hello! I'm Back with another "The walking Dead" fanfic. There are truly not enough Fanfics about Gleen Rhee and this will be one of them. I plan on trying to write a few; that way there is a few more happy people in the world. (including myself cuz I searched all day for fanfics for Gleen mf Rhee and there won't any) So here you go! <3

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let me know if you want to be added to a taglist for more glenn rhee post warnings: Mentions of racism, death, Weapons, weed, drugs, drinking, I don't know of any other warnings. cussing?

Summary: Y/n is the younger sister of Daryl Dixon. Y/n was more like her brother Daryl than she was her brother merle. Well, that is unless she's angry. Then she has the mouth and anger of Merle Dixon himself. Y/n first met Gleen at the quarry. That's where there friendship first grew and continued to grow through the post-apocalypse.

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authors note: let me know if i should make this into a series or write more with gleen rhee x reader. Feedback is apreciated. Love yall! Thanks for having me back after being M.I.A for almost 2 years. :)

Y/n Dixon, younger sister of Merle and Daryl Dixon. Y/n Dixon was a wild card. She was either quiet like her brother Daryl and to herself. Or she was mouthy and speaking her opinion like her brother Merle. Some would say that's the worst mix, but to Y/n she thought that was the perfect mix. She can hold her own and she can hunt and track just like her brother Daryl. -Who's secretly a better tracker then their brother merle. They all knew it whether they said it or not was a different story.

Y/n and her brother were walking through the woods when they came up to a camp. Merle wanted to gain their trust until they were ready to rob them of everything they had. Daryl and his little sister didn't truly agree with it, but followed their brother.

Y/n was a little worried going to this camp of strangers. The only thing that made her feel a little better was that they had many women and children there in their camp at the quarry.

"I think Y/n should walk up first. They might feel more sympathy for a woman than a man." Merle proclaims as they hide behind the tree line watching the group of survivors.

"What if they dangerous?" Daryl asks his older brother. To which merle bellows out a laugh. "Dangerous? This little fire cracker can hold her own." Merle said as he slaps his sisters back. Pulling her against him as he talks.

"I think I can handle it." Y/n says. She's always been able to hold her own. She used to get in fights in school. Never lost one of them. Well, except for the one time when a group of girls ambushed her while she had no back up. But if you asked Y/n herself she'll tell you that she pretty much won that fight. Because all she had was a broken wrist and some bruises. The other girls were unrecognizable. She got suspended while the preppy rich girls just got a slap on the wrist and told not to do it again.

"Are you sure?" Daryl keeps questioning his younger sister. He didn't want to make her do anything she wasn't comfortable doing.

"D, you know I can go up to them. And if they start some shit, they'll have to deal with princess right here." She says, as she taps her hip where her Glock with an extended magazine rested in the holster. And that wasn't the only weapons she had on her person. The two hunting knifes that were hidden under her clothing. And the homemade dagger that rested in between her DIY Bra. Where the dagger was in-between her breast. Hidden and not noticeable unless you knew it was there. Something she had came up with just after the apocalypses.

Her brothers and her started walking up towards the camp. Y/n leading and her brothers following a few yards behind her. Y/n Could see the camp coming closer to sight. She was taking notes of the people that were there. "Families." She tells herself as she looks around. A man who had a police ball cap on. Who hung around a skinny white lady who seem to have a young son. Brown hair freckles. She sees a couple of Young adult women. Both blondes. They look so small Y/n thinks she could probably take them both at once if it had came down to it. There was another family, Y/n thinks maybe Mexican. Trying to describe it in her head. Not being racist or anything, just making notes. And maybe a couple other people.

"Stay back." Y/n quietly told her brothers as she topped the hill and was in full sight of the camp.

Y/n walked a little bit closer and then called out to the group. "Hello! I come in peace." She says as she hold up peace signs with her hands. -Always the one to make jokes in a serious situation; something she got from merle.

The man with the police cap jerked his head up instantly pointing his hand gun up at her. The woman he was talking to hiding behind him and what Y/n assumes is her son behind her.

"I'm sorry y'all. I didn't mean to startle yall." Her thick country accent carried down to them. sometimes Merle and Daryl swore she sounded more southern then the both of them combined. If you weren't a good listener you might not understand what she was saying.

"Who the hell are you?" The man calls out walking closer towards her. But still keeping a safe distance. "My name is Y/n Dixon. I am just here to have a safe place to sleep at night. I was always told it's better to be in a group than by yourself." She smiles a innocent smile gaining their trust.

"May I ask y'all, y'alls names, Mr.?" She was waiting for him to answer back with his name, but he didn't.

"If you were always told to stay in a group why are you alone now?" The man asks her. Lowering his gun just a tiny bit.

"I have two brothers." She gives away. "And where are they at?" the man looks around. "Somewhere safe. They sent me to make sure it would be safe to join y'all. That is if yall allow us to join your little group." Y/n says in the calmest voice.

"I want to believe you, but why would two men send a woman somewhere that may not be safe." The man says. He doesn't trust her. You cant trust anyone these days. Y/n understood that. It's not like it's a normal Sunday evening and she's trying to join someones barbecue. This man has a group to protect. and from the looks of it they all are like one big family. She 100% understands doing whatever it takes to take care of family.

"Well, who said they were men? Maybe they're little children? Who are you to say, Mister? My momma said assuming makes ya an ass." Y/n smirked and pierced her lips Leaning on one hip kinda with a small attitude. :)

"I'm sorry." He apologizes for assuming after lori tapped his back for kinda being rude.

"Do you have any weapons on you that might hurt me?" He says as he lowers his gun, slowly approching her. "I'm sorry ain't we in the middle of the apocolypes? 'course I got a weapon. and not to be rude sir, but I don't plan on surrendering them to a bunch of strangers that I don't know."

"I understand." the woman says as she joins the man walking up to her. "My name is Lori. That's Shane." She says as she smiles friendly at the younger woman.

"How many geeks have you killed?" Shane asks Y/n. "I didn't know we were keeping score, but probably a couple hundered." Y/n says. "Have you ever killed a human before?" A human? Y/n thinks. She doesn't tell them the truth and says no. "No, I ain't never killed a human." That's because she wouldn't count that person as a human Ever!

"Your brothers? Have they ever killed a human?" No she shakes her head.

"Get your brother, but you have to put up camp away from us. Until we can gain your trust we cannot fully trust you. We dn't know yall. You can understand that. We have families to protect we can't fight the living along with the dead." Y/n agreed with Shane.

Y/n whistled and the two brothers walk up the hill. Weapons put away until they need to be out.

"These are my older brothers, merle and Daryl dixon. Boys play nice." Y/n says as she introduces her brothers to Shane and Lori.

They welcomed Y/n and Daryl with open arms. Merle well he was a racist pig who treated women, besides his sisters like they're a piece of meet.

Y/n and her brothers set up camp down in the edge of the woods and the water at the quarry. Merle and Daryl set up camp as Y/n gathered wood and twigs and dry leaves to start a fire with. Y/n starts a small fire and builds it big enough to start their supper on. Daryl gives Y/n a few squirrels to roast on the fire. Y/n starts to skin the Squirrels and she hears someone walk up to her. She looks up and sees someone she hadn't met yet.

"Hello, We haven't met." Y/n looks up at the Korean lookin boy. "No, I don't think we have met." Y/n says as she holds her bloody hand out for him to shake. He looked at her outstretched hand and looked a little grossed out. She notices and wipes the blood off on her already dirty jean. "Y/n Dixon, nice to meet you.." "Gleen, Gleen Rhee. It's nice to meet you, miss Dixon." "Just Y/n." She says with a smile.

And that was the beginning of their friendship.

y/n slowly started to fall for the Korean boy. They had a lot alike but at the same time they didn't. He had all the features she wished she had. Optimistic, charismatic, charming, handsome, Grammarly correct. The boy just seemed perfect to Y/n.

As time goes on Y/n creates a bond with the group. She helps the women do laundry, fix supper for the camp, goes hunting with Daryl to help provide food for the camp. Y/n enjoyed having a somewhat "normal" life here at the quarry. She did most of the things she enjoyed doing before. She helped the group when needed. She helped look after the kids when the adults needed a break. She helped cook over the fires for them. When Y/n first cooked for them it was the best meal they had in quite a while. Y/n knew how to cook the squirrels, rabbits and deer perfectly.

Y/n always gave the best parts to Gleen. The one she thought would taste the best. Nobody really paid attention to it, but the one thing they did notice was how Y/n would have less plate on her food then the rest. She always made sure the children would have full stomachs when they went to bed at night. To see that they were just living off wild mushrooms and sometimes fish if they catch was good that day. She was so sad to hear it and made sure that she did everything in her power to make sure the kids always had full bellies wither or not hers was growling with hunger or not.

Merle hated y/ns heart. He wanted her to be selfish like him, but she wasn't. She had always put people before her, her whole entire life. She always put merle and Daryls needs first. he hated it, but that's what she's always done. he secretly loves her for it.

As the days gone by Y/n and Glenn had started becoming closer and closer. Y/n would help him when he went on runs. She was soon to be called on of the best runners for the group. Always on the look out for what they needed/wanted. She always brought a book bag and a duffle bag. she would look for toys, comics, and treats for the kids. Female hygiene products for the women. Including always being on the look out for Motrin . And always on the look out for her brothers favorite candies.

Y/n started to slowly fall for this boy. He was everything she wanted in a man. He always took a risk for the people he called his family. He may have just been a pizza delievery boy, but Y/n always tells herself that she probably would've dated him if she had the chance back before the apocolypes.

Y/n was walking along side the water when Gleen decided to join her. She was enjoying the sounds of nature. Feeling so blessed to not hear the sounds of the dead walking. Y/n and Gleen sat down on the edge of the water. The whole group up at the top of the hill. Everyone enjoy the food they had fixed for supper, frog legs and rabbit.

"You know I always wondered how the world would be if there was an apocolypes." Y/n says as she figgets with a twig in her hand.

"Did you really?" Gleen laughs shaking his head not judging but just enjoying her presence.

"yeah, but not like the dead walking apocalypses. More like the world not functioning anymore. Airborne disease maybe? IDk." The conversations went on. Just some small talk anywhere from where did you live. what kind of life you had etc..

"I was a nurse." Y/n had said. "Really? I don't think I ever expected that." Gleen says shocked. "What does that mean?" Y/n say jokingly offended. "I don't mean it in a rude way. I just never expected a bad ass to be a nurse. I don't really know what i was expecting really." he says as he looks up at the Y/E/C eyed woman.

"Did you ever date before the apocalypse?" Y/n questions, looking into his brown eyes she could stare in forever. "No, did you?" He asks. She giggles. " I tried to date this boy back in high school. His name was John. We "dated" as in we hung out in parking lots with his friends. Smoked a little weed and drank a little bit, but nothing serious. When my brothers found out about him. They threaten to beat him up. And when they did, I never heard from him again." Y/n says laughing at the memory.

"Do you think they'd beat me up?" Y/n smiles up at Gleen. "We can see." She whispered as she leans in giving his lips a small peck testing the waters.

"And if they tried.. They'd have to go through me first. And I'm their favorite sibling over the other. As long as I am happy that's all that matters." Y/n says against his lips smiling up at him through her long eye lashes. Looking into her eyes he deepens the kiss. He lays her back slowly against the ground. They continue making out when Y/n hears her name being yelled. She rolls her eyes as she pecks Gleens lips again before getting up. Gleen looked scared, but when he seen it was just Daryl picking at his little sister like always. "Don't be making no kids. We cant have babies running around 'ere." Daryl laughs at them and stares at them. "Fuck off!" Y/n yells as she flips the bird on her brother and he walks off. and that was just the beginning of their relationship.

#the walking dead #x reader #imagines #Shane walsh #Glenn Rhee x reader #Finally a place for gleen rhee fanfiction #Glenn Rhee fanfics #Glenn Rhee x reader imagines #Glenn rhee smut #Rick grimes #rick grimes #judith grimes #michonne #carl grimes #twd #Season 1 twd #Glenn rhee x Dixon! reader

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the-hufflepuffle · 1 year

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Facial expressions I think a Hayffie and the Everlark kid(s) would make

So I don't know if everyone's family's are like this but in my family, when I say or do something that resembles one parent (usually my dad) the other (usually my mom) will point at the other parent jokingly accusing. That's what I'm thinking here. Like this kid makes this face and one of them just points and says something like "that's not from me".

Everlark

This kid is both genuine and stubborn I feel. Yall remember Patcha from the Emperors new groove? That personality I feel.

"Okay smile for the picture!" *this* "Okay look less terrified."

I feel like this kid would have mastered the "we made eyecontact and now must make the obligatory smile" smile down.

It's not that they can't smile, it's that they can't on demand.

This gives vibes of "I'm sorry what are we talking about?"

Like this kid was in their head, doing whatever, hears their name and looks up making this face.

This would be a face (I think) seen fairly often around the kids school and house just because they like to be in their head more than outside it.

Imagine: the kids friend makes a terrible joke. Kid make this face because it was a bad joke but it was still kinda funny.

Ain't no one seen this smile on the kid other than when they are around their friend. Or maybe Peeta made an excellent DadJoke.

Peak "you're fucking dumb but your my friend" vibes with no malice.

The real smile. Like if they went on a trip (school, travel idc pick something) and came back this is the smile they'd have.

This is the smile your mom has to sneak attack to get in a picture.

I feel like they'd smile like this a lot as a kid and then it just slowly went away, but still comes out.

Hayffie

Number one: the mouth on this kid. The sarcasm, the sass. Number two: this kid calls all the bullshit. "It's from santa" "Santa isn't real. "It's an egg from the Easter bunny." "These are from the geese in the yard."

"Do you ever look at someone and go what is going on inside their head?"

Mostly talking about Effies face. Like she's there but not. Same as the Peeta but no one has said kids name yet so they are still like way into their head.

You could wave a hand in front of their face and they wouldn't move

Honestly anytime this kid raises their eyebrows I feel like Haymitch would get "blamed".

In the kid it shows they're paying attention to the person their talking to, kind a like here.

I feel like the kid also uses raised eyebrows as like, a way to start a sentence like "*deep breath raised eyebrows* so I failed the test in (insert class) today."

This is the embodiment of "bitch please."

The kid makes this face when they know they've won an argument, especially if it was about something they know well.

I feel like it'd also get used as a "I told you so dumbass." Face. Like if their friend broke up with a toxic person that the kid knew and had said was toxic, but they don't wanna be mean and say "I told you so."

"I'm making I contact but I am not processing a word you've said."

Often made in lectures or discussions with an adult authority figure.

Sometimes (rarely) the head tilt, expression and raised eyebrows will mix, and one of them (I can see it being Effie or Haymitch) need to leave the room for a little bit.

#effie trinket #thg haymitch #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #hunger games #haymitch x effie #everlark

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kenzie30david · 2 years

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Little Loza

Pairing: Hank Loza x Reader

I dont think that Hank gets the love that he deserves

Summary: A special treat for halloween

It was Halloween and you were getting ready to go to the Club for a little get together. Little did they know, you had one hell of a surprise in store for them. You and Hank had been trying for a baby for a while now, and last week you took a test and were met with those two pink lines. Since halloween was coming up you were looking for the perfect way to tell him. You went online and found a shirt with a little skeleton baby on the stomach. You thought that was perfect and lucky for you the shirt would be here the week before halloween. Every time Hank would ask you what you were dressing up as you told him that it was a surprise. You were even going to try to match because you knew that he was gonna wear his kutte and usual attire; which you didnt mind because you thought he looked hot. The night finally arrives and you tell Hank youll meet him at the club. You look yourself over making sure everything matches and that you have the two tests with you. Proud with how everything turned out and nervous to tell him you get your things and head to the scrap yard. When you arrive you dont see Hank so you head in figuring he’d be with Bishop or Taza. When you enter you look around catching the eye of EZ and Angel. They walk over to you smiling before they notice your shirt. EZ gets it right away but Angel doesnt. “Holy shit Y/N really?’’ You feel the hint of pink on your cheeks. “Shh” you plead with EZ as the grin on his face gets wider. “Whats up ‘mano?” All you see is EZ lean into Angels ear and whisper something before Angels clapping really loud and the two of them hug you tightly. The commotion has a pair of familiar arms wrapping around you. “Everything okay over here?” Angel and EZ wink at you as you mouth a dont. You all nod your head as you turn around smiling at Hank “Oh course, Im just standing with the biggest children in the entire place.” You and Hank laugh as Angel and EZ both groan. Linking your fingers you lead Hank over to the couches with Bishop, Riz, and Coco. “Hola chica.” You smile at all the men as you stand behind Hank giving them a chance to see your shirt. Everyones eyes went wide as you nodded your head yes bringing a finger to your lips not wanting them to tell.

Hank notices the mens looks and tilts his head to the side. "Yall good?" Without wanting to give it away theu just nod their head. After a while of chilling and talking with the boys you stand having Hank do the same. "Whats going on querida?" You smile at him before getting everyones attention. "Hey guys. So I have an announcement to make. As some of you know Hank has been in my life for a while and I love him with my whole heart, as I know you all do. And tonight I have some news to share with you all" You smile as you turn to Hank and thats when he sees your shirt. You see tears come to his eyes "Really?" he says almost low enough that only you can hear. Nodding your head he picks you up spinning you around. "Um, hello fill us in 'mano" He sets you down before turning to face his brothers "WE ARE HAVING A BABY" He screams and you've never heard such loud applause in your live. After everyone says their congrats you pull Hank to the side "Te amo mi amor." You smile at him "Te amo con todo mi corazón. tú y este bebé son mi mundo" he responds kissing you softly.

#hank loza imagines #mayans mc imagines #hank loza x reader

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sunshine-on-marz · 2 years

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Guest rooms and family dinner

Tommy x Reader

Rip @kit-is-a-weeb

You hadn’t met Tommy’s family in the year you’ve been dating, it just never happened, but now, you both where walking up to the front door of his childhood home. You turn to your boyfriend and tapped him on the shoulder shyly then said “Tom I’m nervous”. Immediately he had grabbed both of you hand and started talking, “why are you nervous love? You know that they’ll love you, and if for some odd reason you’ll still be my favorite fucking person” he smiled and kissed your cheek. You giggled at the small gesture and thanked him. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and repeated what he had said so many times already that day, “plus you look so gorgeous today��. You smiled at him and kissed his hand that was interlocked with yours. He knocked on the front door, and not long after his mother had him wrapped in a hug. “Hello! It’s been so long since I’ve seen you Tommyyyy”Mrs.Simmons cooed as he hugged her son. “Mom-mom stop itt” Tommy lightly pushed her off and he gestured towards you. “Say hi to my partner, [y/n], please don’t scare them” he laughed at the last part Mrs.Simmons pulled you into a loose, yet inviting hug. “Hello darling, Im Sarah, I’m so excited to have you in the family.” You smiled a little and thanked her. Tommy grabbed your hand and led you inside. Everyone was extremely kind. You got to meet his father, who hugged you and called you kiddo, along with aunts, uncles, cousins, grandmas and grandpas. His maternal grandmother, Grams as everyone called her, adored you more then anyone else you’d met that day, she called you sweetheart and told you every story she could think of. Right before dinner you where sitting on the couch, Tommy was on the ground and was sitting with his head behind your thighs as you played with his hair. His younger cousin, who was fairly close in age to the two of you, came over and started talking to you both. The two of you ended up hitting it off and about 30 minutes later you two where sitting in the back yard talking about anything and everything you could think of. That’s when Tommy came of back and kissed you on the cheek then told the both of you to come in for dinner. The dinner was amazing and everyone talked and laughed. Afterward you and Tom where laying in bed and watching the newest TedNivison video. He wrapped his arms around you and started cracking jokes, making you giggle. A bit later you where both getting tired so he layer your head in his chest while the both of you fell asleep.

I HOPE YALL LIKE ITTTTT

@lucy-12179

#dsmp #dsmpblr #dsmp x reader #dsmp x gender neutral reader #tommyinnit #dsmp tommy #tommyinnit x reader #tommyinnit x you #tommyinnit x y/n

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take-the-moon-take-the-sun · 2 years

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Ok so heres some cute fluffy Halloween stuff for @intistone scars and scales. Its 4:30am and im so tired. I got like 3 hours of sleep yestersay and then might have skipped sole meals but im good im fine see look fluff. Totslly normal for liz

Its pretty sweet so i hope yall have a good dentist mk. I cut literally all the angst out. But enjoy a fic of the boys first night Trick or Treating with their big brother Eclipse!

It was halloween night and you had been spending the past hour or so helping Sun and Moon get ready. They are so excited for tonight and have been since you agreed to let them go Trick or Treating with Eclipse. They had been adjusting to going out slowly but relishing every moment they got when seeing something new. You had been worried they would always be afraid of everything outside your house but thanks to Gregory they had been having an easier go of it.

You had them sat down on your couch telling them the rules for the night when your front door opened loudly showing Eclipse fully decked out in a costume that matched Sun and Moons. You should have guessed they would coordinate. A quick run over the rules again and you waved them off for the night. While you really did enjoy the holiday and wanted to see the boys having fun you also knew they had been looking forward to more time with “big brother Eclipse” and you decided to give them this. Sure you had been worried but Eclipse is strong and can easily defend the boys. Plus their not defenceless. Your sure its going to be fine. You start working on some dinner for when they return. Heart light and mind wondering what kind of fun they are going to have.

Sun is so excited he cant stand still even for s moment. Arms swinging at his side as he energetically talks to Eclipse. Moon on the other side of Eclipse adding to the conversation as well, hes not nearly as bad as Sun but for him this would make him seem a chatter box. Eclipse happily listens to them rattle on about silly stuff YN has done or whatever they have seen. The mood is light until they reach the first house. Both little mers freeze at the sight of it. Finally understanding the full scope of what they have to do for their treat. Wall up there and ring the door bell to great a stranger. What if the stranger saw through their costumes and attacked. What if they tried to grab one of them and drag them inside. Panic slowly seeping into the boys as a few other kids make their way to the door.

Eclipse kneels down to reassure them that it will be ok. Hes right there incase anything happens. Hes not going to make them go alone after all. Hes too worried about the same thing as the boys but theres not way hes telling them that. So with a gently nudge they make their way up the driveway too the house. Sun and Moon get more snd more nervous but having Eclipse there with them makes it much easier. Though when the person opened the door neither boy could manage a word. Both frozen in place a bit. Luckily the lady was very kind and thought it cute that they all seemed to be skeletons. “What adorable little brothers you have.” She then produced a large orange bowl to the boys for them to take a candy from. Slowly they reach up and each take a single piece. She chuckles at their clear nervousness. “I remember my first halloween. I was so scared i cried when i got to the first house. You boys are doing great.” She laughed a bit as she spoke. Her words bringing ease to the boys. Enough for them to speak up and say thank you. She told them how “they are very welcome” and wished them a happy Halloween as they walked away.

Panic quickly left the boys after that house and their nervousness only lasted two more houses. Clearly more excited about the candy than they could be scared of the people. Plus having Eclipse right there really helped them relax much easier. They came to a house fully decked out in halloween decorations. They even had a fog machine in their yard. Sun and Moon seemed to get nervous again till Eclipse laughed from behind them saying how “over done” this house was. Pointing out the location of the fog machine did help Sun and Moon feel less scared about approaching a house that seemed to be so spooky it was greating its own atmosphere. Now that they knew the trick is wasnt so bad. Still a bit on edge though they approached the door. Lots of noises from different machines had kept them on edge even more. Once they knocked on the door a lady dressed up as a witch opened it cackling! Sun yelped and hid behind Eclipse a bit. Moon on the other hand simply took a step away, also to Eclipses side. They lady was waaayyy to into it as she ran a whole bit about eating naughty children who dont say please and thank you. Even going so far as to say she likes to stew them in her big caldron, which was easily visible from the open door. By the time she finished that both boys had moved to behind Eclipse. He wasnt at all going to stand for this. Thats too far of an act for little kids who are clearly scared. “Hey cut the crap, cant you tell your freaking them out. Whats wring with you!” Anger clear in his voice. The lady to offence to that. “How dare you talk to me like that! Im just trying to scare some sense into these brats!” Clearly she thought she was completely in the right and saw nothing wrong with scaring little 9 year olds. “Dont you Dare call them brats you bitch!” He shot back, pushing Sun and Moon behind him more. “Excuse me” he cut her off before she could say more “No i dont think i will excuse you! Learn how to act around children! Clesrly you are the one who needs to be taught manners.” She gasps “I beg your pardon!” Eclipse has never been handed anything easier in his entire like “oh come in i think we all mnow you could beg better than that” the boys began to snicker at that. The lady goes red in the face before yelling “get the hell off my porch you disrespectful, unruly, heathen!” “GLADLY!” Eclipse shouts back as he pushes Sun and Moon along off the porch. Moon turns to stick his tongue out at the lady before they make it down her steps. Clearly she was off her rocker.

Moon was recovering quickly from the rude bitch but Sun was still a bit shooken up. He stayed noticeably quite as they made their was to the next house. Eclipse decided to pull them aside first to make sure Sun was gonna be alright. Offering to maybe call it quits now and they can go back home. Sun quickly shot that down saying he was ok. Hes fine to keep going. But clearly from the looks he was sneaking at Moon he just didnt wanna ruin the fun for his brother. Who seemed to be alright. Still Eclipse decide to take it slower and he was also sure to make sure he was closer to the boys when they went to the door. Just incase. Everything was going smoothly and eventually Sun perked right back up after getting a huge full size candybar.

As they approached another house another group of kids was walking up at the same time. “Woooooh you look so AWESOME!!!” On little boy shouted while pointing to Moon. Nervousness returning as moon turned to face the boy. He was probably going to panic but a nudge from Eclipse helped him understand he was safe. A soft “thanks.” As if his thanks was an invitation the kid joined them in step, walking along side them. “I mean your face paint is so cool!!! And those claws on your hand!! SUPER AWESOME!” Moon not knowing to much how to react “um thanks? I uh really like your uh hat?” Clearly he felt out of his depth but the kid took the complement as if Moon had been just as enthusiastic as him. “THANKS! I made it myself!” He said puffing out his chest and placing his hands kn his hips. Moon had clearly picked the correct thing to complement because now the kid was ranting and raving about how he made it and how long it took but how he did it all kn his own. Then he toon it off and offered it to Sun “you wanna see? It looks even cooler upclose!” Not knowing what else to do Sun nodded and took the hat. His eyes lighting up at the little details the other kid put into it. “Wooaahh look at all the little lines you put on it!” Quickly showing his brother. The kid probably didnt need more of an ego boost if you asked his parents but he bounced on the spot “right!!” Then trying to look cool “im an expert of my craft.” He said as he wiped at his face. “Oh we are almost there! I gotta get ready!” He reach for the hat and Sun easily let it go so the other get could put it back on. “Im gonna go get the best candy before everyone else!” He exclaimed before running ahead. “HEY!!” Sun shouts after the kid and joins in on running up to the door. Moon quickly takes chase “WAIT FOR ME!” Not wanting to be left behind. Eclipse cant help but smile as the boys branch out and make a little friend. They go through without a hitch at this house. Not bothered or noticing that they dont have Eclipse with them at the door. Just enjoying themselves fully as they walkaway ranting about what was in the goodie bags that house gave out.

Once they reach the sidewalk again they find the kids parents not to far behind with two more, much smaller kids. Clearly they had no problems with their small 9year old walking with strangers. So the kid join up with Sun, Moon, and Eclipse for a while. As they walked between houses they traded candy and gossip about what costumes they had seen. Moon telling about the rude lady between giggles while the kid looked shocked “thats so mean!! You should have blown a rasp at her!” Ehen that got confused faces from both Sun and Moon the kid froze in his tracks. “You guys dont jnow what RASPS ARE!!!” They shared a look before shaking their heads. “Oh oh that ok look you hold your hand uo to your face like this, then BLOW!” The kid made wuick the noise that got not only Sun and Moon to laugh but Eclipse got a good chuckle from it. Quickly Sun and Moon went to try it themselves. Satisfied they could on the first go. “Now when someone is real mean you do that to em!” The boys very excited to show YN something new continued on chatting with the kid for two more houses before the kids parents decided it was time for them to go home. After goodbyes they group parted ways. Deciding its time for them to make their way back too. The whole way back Sun and Moon chatted about some of their favourite costumes to tell YN about, inviting Eclipse in to figure out which would have freaked you out the most. It was a very smooth walk back.

The moment you open the door you sre met with three rasps blown in your face and then giggles from two little mers who had the night if their life. They tell you all about their night over dinner. The moment one paused to take a bite the other would take his place in continuing the story. A soft smile creeps on your face as you listen to Sun and Moon tell you about slm the fun they had. Even with Eclipse joining in to remind them of stuff they skipped. The boys fell asleep the moment your tucked them in and Eclipse decided to stay up and chat with you about how the boys made a friend and how well they got along before decided to crash in your couch. Even if you missed out on seeing them you are happy to know they had the Halloween of a lifetime.

#scars and scales #this took a while tbh #i wasnt going to have it this eay it wasnt ment to be this #im so tired people help me #i soent 1500 words kn set uo and decided that thats the fic instead #this was gonna be it Inti this was gonna be the pist #the character death post. i had like so much more planned #though j wasnt going tk post it

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Lees, Lers, Laughter, and Other "L" Words

YALL IT IS HERE MY FIRST GILMORE GIRLS FIC!!! 'tis rory+jess because I will accept no other ideas in my gremlin brain and it's a classic hurt+comfort. I hope you guys like it! Also, my Ao3 is officially up and running, so I will link that here as well as in my bio. That is also where I post my longer works (think chaptered) so if that's something you'd like check it out!

It was a typical Friday night, and they had just gotten back from a particularly awful dinner. She didn’t mean to start a fight; she never did. But regardless of her intentions, Lorelai didn’t see it that way. All she saw was another fight with Emily, and Rory felt awful.

“Mom, I’m sorry,” earnestly cried Rory, while Lorelai merely walked past her and into the kitchen to pour a cup of coffee. “What do you want me to say? I had no idea you didn’t tell them you were dating Luke. It’s been over a month. You’ve always told them by now!” she insisted.

Lorelai spun around at that. “Oh, so now it’s my fault?” she rebutted. Rory couldn’t help but sigh.

“I never said that. All I’m saying is that you shouldn’t be mad at me for something I didn’t cause.”

“But you did cause it, Rory. Once again, I ask you to refrain from speaking to my mother about anything you haven’t cleared with me first! You know this by now!” she exclaimed, raising her voice. A distant voice echoed from the back of the house.

“You alright there, Sugar?”

Both girls sighed this time. “Yes, Babette!” Lorelai shouted in response to the nosy neighbor in her yard.

“Alright! Just checking! Me and Morey could hear you clear across the fence!”

Lorelai turned back around to face Rory. “Now look what happened! Babette heard us!”

“You can’t seriously be blaming me for that. You’re the one who’s yelling!”

“Only because you ruined everything!”

The last words hung in the air ominously, while the mother and daughter stood in the quiet. Rory sniffled lightly. “I’m sorry. Okay?” With that, she gathered her coat and stepped out into the chilly Stars Hollow wind.

Rory kicked the stones in her path, wandering down the streets in front of Doose’s. She was feeling miserable. She passed by Kim's antiques, frowning in remembering that she wouldn't be allowed in. Poor Lane was still under extreme "groundation" as she coined it, from the Keg Party the other night. Oh well, she thought. Just one more thing to go wrong. After the party, she and Jess were still kinda fighting, Lane was grounded, Dean refused to speak to her, and now her mom was mad. That's just peachy.

And for some reason, all the feelings and emotions that had been welling up inside her for quite some time were rising to the surface. She thought of Max Medina and Luke, and how her mom had yet another attachment. She thought of Paris, Madeline, and Louise and how they all hated her. She thought of Dean and how he was fighting Jess. She thought back about the horrid Friday night dinner. As these thoughts continued, she alarmed herself by feeling a drop of water splash on her tights. Soon, more and more followed, as the tears she'd held back now flowed freely.

It sucked. No two ways about it, it sucked, and she let herself cry quietly, now sitting in the town square.

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Jess Mariano walked down the street, his hands shoved deep in his pockets. It was a crisp autumn night in Stars Hollow, and the leaves on the trees were starting to turn yellow and red. It was one of his favorite times of the year, but he was feeling a bit restless. He had been thinking about Rory a lot lately, wondering how she was doing. He hadn't seen her in over a week and was avoiding her for fear she’d yell at him about Dean, I mean, the man started it, okay? He was just defending himself. With a fence. And a table.

He wasn't sure where they stood, but he knew that he wanted to see her again.

He originally planned to go straight to the Gilmore house, but Jess felt his heart start to race. He grimaced, imagining that Lorelai might not even let him in after the chaos from the night. Frankly, he wasn't sure how Rory was going to react to his surprise visit either, but he was hoping for the best. Turns out he didn't even have to worry about Lorelai at all because on his way over he glanced by the town gazebo and then spun his head around abruptly again after noticing a frail figure curled up on the bench.

“Rory?” he questioned to himself. He cautiously walked up the steps and smiled shyly when she looked up at him.

“Jess!” she lept up and threw her arms around his broad shoulders, hugging him tightly. “I missed you.”

Jess smiled brighter, breathing a deep sigh of relief that they were still on good terms. “Hey, I missed you too.” He cocked his head as they pulled away, noticing her smeared mascara and tear-stained cheeks. “What’s going on?” Anger flooded his chest. “Did Dean do anything?” he demanded.

Rory shook her head adamantly. “No, Dean didn't do anything. It’s my mom.”

“Your mom? You guys are best friends, what's going on?” he asked, wrapping his arm around her comfortingly.

“Fight with Emily,” she sighed. “She just blamed it on me and it hurt I guess,” Tear whelmed up in her eyes, as she crumpled.

“Hey, hey, hey none of that.” Jess took his free arm and gently wiped the tears off her cheeks. “You're too pretty to cry.”

Rory smiled slightly, but it fell right away. “I appreciate it, but I'm probably gonna be doing that a lot more.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" he asked, his voice soft.

Rory shook her head again. "I don't think so," she said, her eyes starting to fill with tears once again.

Jess didn't know what to do. He wanted to make her feel better, but he didn't know how. A small smile quickly encompassed his face, as an idea popped into his head.

"Well, I might depending on how ticklish you are?" he asked, a mischievous grin on his face.

Rory looked at him, surprise written all over her face. "What?" she asked, laughing.

Jess grinned. “Well, are you?” Rory shyly pulled her knees up to her chest. “I dunno,” she muttered, hiding her wavering smile. Jess laughed.

“You don’t know? Well, we’re about to find out!” his hand darted to and squeezed his girlfriend’s side, eliciting a squeak that would outshine a mouse. Jess looked at her face, trying to read if she was comfortable with this or not (he didn't want a repeat of the keg party that's for sure), and to his delight, she was already giggling in anticipation.

Jess didn't hesitate. He reached out and started tickling her, immediately eliciting a string of giggles. Jess smiled coyly and amped it up, feeling her body tense up and hearing her giggles grow louder. He started by tickling her sides, lightly running his fingers up and down her ribs. Rory squirmed and laughed, trying to twist away from his touch, but he was too quick for her.

As he continued tickling her, Jess could feel her body relax and her laughter become more genuine. He could tell that she was enjoying this moment of playful intimacy between them, and he was happy to be able to make her smile.

He started to focus on her stomach, where he knew she was most ticklish. He traced circles around her navel, his fingers lightly grazing her skin. Rory's laughter turned into breathless gasps, and she tried to squirm away from him, but he held her tight.

Jess leaned in closer to her, his breath tickling the sensitive skin on her neck. He whispered in her ear, "What's the matter, Gilmore? Can't take it?"

Rory shook her head, her face flushed with laughter. "Ihihihih’ll kihihihll youhuhuh!" she threatened, but she was still smiling.

Jess couldn't resist teasing her a bit more. “You’re the one dying laughing.” He cringed at his bad joke, but it made Rory laugh even harder, so it was worth it. Ugh, the things he did for her, he thought, chuckling alongside her. He started to tickle the backs of her knees, knowing that it would send her into a fit. Sure enough, Rory's legs started kicking uncontrollably, and she let out a loud shriek and flopped over on his lap.

As Jess finally stopped tickling her, Rory lay there, panting and trying to catch her breath. She looked up at him, a big smile on her face.

"Thank you," she said, still catching her breath.

Jess shrugged, trying to play it cool. "Hey, anytime you need a laugh, just let me know."

All was quiet for a minute until-

“I love you.”

Rory reeled back at the comment while Jess’s face burned. Why the hell did he say that? It was so not the right time! He was spiraling, mortified, and panicked, wondering how he could be so stu-

“I love you too.”

The two looked at each other with shock and pure giddiness as they professed their love. Jess excitedly scooped up Rory off the bench and spun her around playfully as she giggled. He kissed her, and she kissed back, both purely entranced with each other.

I love you!” Rory said again, growing more eager by the second. Jess laughed and playfully rolled his eyes.

“I love you too, Gilmore. More than you’ll ever know.”

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OMG THIS IS MY FIRST POST BUT I JUST WANTED TO SAY THAT I HAVE BEEN WORKING ON THIS FOR A LONG TIME AND I WANTED SOME FEEDBACK BEFORE I MADE IT A FULL SERIES ON HERE. OK HERE WE GO YALL.

STAREING AT THE SUN. CHAPTER. 1

FINN

"Icarus. The boy that flew too close to the sun. Burned up his wings. Into little stubs of nothing,". Nana and her exaggerated stories ring in his head to this day.

Finn tries to look at his brother in the den of the truck but his views are cut off by tinted glass.

He's never this secretive about things. Hope’s never secretive about these things.

He never keeps this big of a project from him. They both dont.

The rubble from the ground hits the windshield swiftly. The dirt piling up on the small window means they weren't out of prison borders yet.

Across from the actual prison its two football fields wide of dusty perimeter of cacti and tumbleweeds. 200 yards of nothing but perimeter drones and guard angles. Makeing it harder to get in than out of the place.

He could still smell the dust in the air from the hatch that was cracked open. It bothered him that it was open but not as much as the fact that it didn't close in the first place.

It could give them away of not being a milk truck without the huge cloth covering them.

No matter how much he would try and pull on it, it wouldn't budge an inch makeung him almost fall onto a bunch of needles on a cart that was locked.

Finn stares at the syringe covered in specks of blood. Her blood. Blood that shouldn't have been taken out of her body to begin with. Theres a way they could have run the test without druging her and takeing her blood.

There was another way he tells himself tryihg to stay an optomist. The majority of the liquid they extracted moves back and forth to avoid clotting.

“Dna test, nothing getting stolen, no one probably wants this anyways,”One of the scientists says carrying the blood in his rough hands moving it back and forth, trying to stop it from clotting without the machine. The heated gloves he's wearing only help a tiny bit with warmth. It didnt matter if it cloted they would just draw more from her until they got what they wanted. He says one last thing before going back to his lab. “Try and relax,”.

The bench that he's sitting on doesn't feel as heavy anymore. How can he relax? Motion sickness does not come lightly. He feels sick. He almost opens up the hatch to puke before seeing the line of 6 security cars behind them. A bucket is gonna have to do.

Nana used to tell stories about angels like her. The ‘broken’ ones. A leyline between demons and angels. The flukes and freaks of nature. Demon kind but still confined to the britches of heaven by laws bent against them. She told stories about the court case when she was a teen. And how she was there seeing the tiny baby in a cradle.

"You shouldn't be this close,'' the guard says from beside Finn. He moved over making less space between them. "Even if you're the grim reaper you have no business being here with that disgrace,".

His formal title on these projects. Grim. Grim reaper. Whichever fits. It's more his dads title than Finns. He just takes it on sometimes due to the resemblance.

'It's all about perspective,' Finn's mother Mortala said to him even earlier on the phone. 'You either think she's Cinderella or Hitler'. It's funny that she's referring to hitler.

Finn doesn't know what to think about it.

He's seen blurry photos of sorts and other things like videos of them restraining her but not alot. Videos blurry, violent and brutal; they looked like they recorded them with a disposable camera. Most of her efforts where completely shut down by shock collars around her neck as she was dragged back to her cage.

One of them. The one that really made him nauseated was one where the person recording followed the guard's puting her back. Picking up her unconscious face from the floor by her hair repeating the words. "Best spring break ever" and "no way dads gonna top this,". Her face is used out of that one too.

Finn nods slowly. Trying to not acknowledge him too much. His only job was to bring her back to the main ring with Dominic, his brother. They're twins.

It's a rehabilitation project. Their home is one big sanctuary with a couple people living in the wings of the mansion at a time.

It's a slow process of putting her back with her actual people. Her kind. Nana also said that Finn's father, Steven, was to dumb to act on cases like that until Mortala came into his life. Even though she despises the woman she still tries to treat her with dignity.

Finn stared at his unkempt hair in the mirror beside him as he thought. He brushed his hair out with his fingers trying to fix it.

When they presented the judges there case they all looked at them like they were crazy. But they got her out of the prison. One way or another.

"Is she back there, well of course she's back there, is she awake?"Finn asked, trying to look past the guard's frame. The mirror caught the side of her eyes. At the silence he started to get anxiety. He fiddled with the knife in his pants pocket. Everytime his hand passed the cold medal blade his heart rate increased.

He couldn't see anything in the small sliver of a window but a flood light. The guard mutters that she was but she had heavy sedatives in her."Can I see her?". He gives him an all knowing look but doesn't give his insight because he's not paid enough.

“You're the executive and…. 16 now,”He says, patting his back reassuringly. He unlocks the door after a small while of stalling looking for the keys.

As his eyes adjusted to the light as a small voice spoke in the distance. "Am I going to another facility?". There wasn't much distance but the voice was so frail it felt far. As his eyes adjust he sees a girl with a chain collar around her neck that barely fits as it falls off onto her shoulder blades repeatedly. She looked like she weighed less than 80 pounds.

She stares at Finn from where she's chained. She looks. Perfect. Like she's not meant to be in chains she's bound to. Like a princess. A damsel in distress. “This doesn't look like the carrier cars though, and these chains are a little thrown together,”. She laughed akuardly trying to lif the thing on her neck aging.

Words fail him as he sees the girl in front of him. Brown hair going slightly over her honey golden eyes covering her expresions. "My family's c-company,"Are the only words that come out of Finn's mouth as he admires her. The light only makes her eyes more beautiful.

The girl only nodded trying to flex her wings out again. “What a nice nap,”She says faintly again reaching her hands out to stretch but she noticed how somethings off. The bands. They have her strapped in like a turkey.

She strains trying to look back at the skeletons mounted to her back. She struggles silently looking at the skeletons and trying to open them. Finn opens her mouth as she looks at her panic setting into the honey pools in her eyes. "I can help you,"Finn shouts at her, accidentally startling her more. He didn't mean to yell at her.

"I can help you get out of those things. They're just high resistance rubber bands. I can cut for you,"Finn offers, showing her a pocket knife.

What was he saying? Offering her help now of all times. She's still unstable and scared. She could kill him if she wanted to.

She sees her jump back at the sight. As she should. It's a normal reaction to seeing a weapon in the hands of a stranger.

"No it's fine I-you I mean please don't come near me,”She panics. As she panics looking around now straining her apendages even further, the bands snap on their own. The strain must have gotten to them. It doesn't take much when you have wigs made up of sharp bones.

She starts to pick up wind beneath her. He tries to say something but her words are muted by a sound of agony. The girl's tugged back down onto the mattress harshly by the cheap chain. As she lands back on the mattress feathers start to come out of the mattress. One even landing on her shoulder.

¨You're still not at 100%, let me help you, please,¨Finn pleads stepping closer. He tosses the knife on the ground. It's not like he needed it anyways.

It's only when Finn puts a knee on the bed that she moves. She moves away from him, wincing because of dragging her wings against the striped bed. ¨Please let me help you,¨.

Finn reaches a hand out to the chain to remove it. The only sound was quiet wind outside. Brushing up against the metal on the carrier. Her breathing was shallow and hiked as she looked at him. He moves it off with one hand to not intimidate her, it was harder but it would make her the most safe.

This was all for her.

She yawns quietly as small tears run down her face. Finn moves away as her head lands on his chest. He looks down at her for a moment to make sure it's real before he moves her head to the side making sure she doesn't get cold.

They gave he a heavy dose of sedatives. He didn't pay attention to what the doctor said about them wearing off.

Finn looks at her file on the wall again. Gwendolyn Ruth Fallan, age 16, prison name: Icurs.

He took the file out with him. She knew there was a reason for this. Gwen.

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His brother comes back out from the den a small bit distraught. He tears off his gloves with his teeth not wanting to touch them again he spits them in the trash. He looks back up at him to then at the file.

“Were you just in there with her? Give it to me,”He asked looking at the vanilla file in his hand. “Have you looked at it yet?”. Finn says no, but he refrains the urge to actually fork over the file. It was his. He had it first, it's not a petty sibling game. The file was rightfully his. No matter how he put it though it was petty.

Finn sits down on the bench looking at his twin. He twirls his hair just to annoy him further. “Would you rather look at it with me? I'm not handing over confidential information so easily,”.

OMG I DIDNT THNK IT WOULD BE THIS LONG BUT WHOEVER READS THIS I HOPE YOU ENJOY SO I CAN CONTINUE THE SERIES. NEW CHAPTER COMEING ON WEDNESDAY.

#writers on tumblr #writing #writeblr

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