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beloved-belittled · 2 months

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Gods/Titans x Sick! Reader

Characters: Shinnok, Raiden, Fujin, Liu Kang, Cetrion, Kronika

A/N: Did not have the brainpower to work on my other stories so I drafted up this instead. Influenza is a bitch.

TW: Implied yandere, mentions of drugging, kidnapping, death, SFW

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Shinnok

Can probably detect that you're getting sick before your symptoms show. You know how some people can smell sickness? It's like that with Shinnok. Thankfully, you don't have the waft of death he's so accustomed to being around. He's not worried about you dying from this. Still, he'd rather not his plaything be ill.

He's a bit confused on how you got sick in the first place though. He doesn't exactly take you outside once he's kidnapped you, and it's not like he's affected by any mortal disease so ???. It's especially puzzling if this happens while you're trapped in the amulet. At least in the cell you came into contact with demons who may have carried something.

Regardless, at this point Shinnok realizes his arsenal of healing magic is rather… Lacking. He's much more adept at rending flesh than mending it. But he's a skilled sorcerer so it takes him little time to learn a healing spell. A few test subjects later and he feels confident at curing your cold.

All this takes less than 24 hours for Shinnok to achieve. You're probably bed ridden at this point with all the chills/fever, coughing, and weakness. Speaking of beds, I think this is one of the few times he'll have you sleep in a bed rather than your cell. He wants you to recover after all. The only way you’re dying is by his hands and not some petty mortal disease.

His magic works better than any herbal healing or medicine tbh. One moment you're on death's door and the next you've completely recovered. No sign of illness anywhere in your body. Even though being Shinnok's darling is not desirable, it does come with a few benefits like this.

Raiden

Raiden doesn't know you're sick until the symptoms show. Might not discover your illness until 2-3 days of you being under the weather due to his busy schedule. He likely hears about your condition from a monk he's trusted to watch over you. Man immediately teleports to the Sky Temple to see how you're doing. He finds you laying in the bed barely able to move. Wearily, you greet him only to immediately fall into a coughing fit.

Unfortunately, he can't fry the disease out of you with his electricity. So, herbal healing it is! You drink more tea this week than you have your entire life. Seriously, you have to beg Raiden to stop because your stomach is about to burst. He does, only to immediately pursue some aromatherapy. Your room smells strongly of flowers and eucalyptus afterwards.

Would frequently check on you nearly every hour. If there's an extremely urgent matter that calls for his attention he'll leave his most trusted colleagues to look after you. Right after he's done with business he'll ask the person if your status has improved.

He's super mindful of making sure you don't get bed sores or any other complications from laying around all day. At the same time, he only wants you getting up to bathe or use the restroom. You're essentially stuck in one place until he can 100% guarantee you've recovered.

If your condition worsens he would hire a doctor to come see you. If the doctor suggests you go to a hospital, Raiden will take you there. I imagine the admission process would be a bit awkward though. He has no idea how all this works so you're left doing most of the speaking. You get admitted in though, and no his constant visiting doesn't stop even now. The hospital staff would likely have to kick him out.

Overall, he's praying that you'll make it through this.

Fujin

Well, Fujin actually lives among mortals so he has more knowledge on how to take care of you. Like Raiden, whenever he's on important business he hires someone to watch over you. I could see him having a phone unlike his brother. Definitely more hip with the times. Anyways, because of this he probably gets a worried text from your caretaker that you've fallen ill.

He arrives back home ASAP. Seeing you in this condition pulls at his heartstring the most. Out of everyone he's the most worried, as he's had his most favorite mortals pass away from illness. He wastes no time getting into Dr. Fujin mode.

He has you on a liquid diet until you heal. Tea, soup, broth -that's all you're eating for the next week. He’ll get whatever you need medicine wise. Got a headache or cramps? He'll get some painkillers pronto. Are you coughing with an irritated throat? Have some cough syrup/drops. He's very attentive in giving you a balance of home remedies and prescribed drugs.

It pains him every time you cough or groan in pain. He wants nothing more than to cure you right now. He hates seeing you suffer from illness. You can expect him to keep you company for as long as necessary. He'll also bring whatever entertainment you want, long as it isn't too expensive.

Again, if your conditions worsen he'll take you to a hospital. It's a smoother process getting in with him though. He also understands the concept of visiting hours, but best believe he's taking full advantage of them. He'll only leave your side if he has to and will be back the next morning.

Liu Kang

He doesn't have an ability to detect disease but he does have impeccable intuition. Something just changes about you before you fall ill. He's not even sure how he predicted it, but sure enough you're bedridden a few days after his spidey senses tingle.

He tries not to be too worried about your cold. He hasn't crafted your destiny to be one where you die from disease. But, there are some externalities even he can't control being Keeper of Time. So, it's off to the Wu Shi's medbay with you!

The Fire God checks up on you regularly, but not as often as Raiden or Fujin. It's not that he cares less, but rather he understands boundaries more. You don't need him breathing down your neck while you're recovering or sleeping. He makes an effort to see you every day though, giving you updates of what's going on at the academy.

If you're suffering from chills though at least you're in luck! He'll keep the room more than warm enough with his fire powers. It's like having a heated blanket around whenever he's in the medbay. At the same time, if you have a fever you may find his presence to be a little too warm.

I believe if you don't get better he'd take you to a sorcerer skilled in healing. Luckily, there's a whole multiverse at his disposal so it's extremely easy for him to find someone to cure you. You won't die under his care. You're far too precious for him to lose.

Cetrion

Can detect your sickness way before symptoms show. Honestly, you probably wouldn't even realize you're sick before her magic heals you. With her around you don't have to worry about such mortal afflictions.

If there was an illness that her powers couldn't heal… Well tbh you're probably going to die. But, I think it would leave her spiraling into a pit of worry beforehand. How did you get this disease? What can she do to help you? I think she'd try a lot of home remedies like the other characters here but doesn't have as much faith for it working. After all, no mortal medicine can surpass her powers as an Elder God.

If you pass away from this she'll likely just keep your soul in Heaven with her. If she's Keeper of Time she may just restart the Timeline. Although, I can't imagine it'd be too hard for her to just put your soul in a surrogate or artificial body. Regardless, she's not going to let an illness take you away from her. The consequences be damned.

Also, in a weird way I could see Cetrion getting you sick on purpose. Drugging whatever you eat/drink with just enough poison to make you lethargic and sleepy. Or manipulating the timeline so you're purposefully born with a weak body. It feeds her ego to take over a caregiver role for you. Having you completely dependent on her love and attention gives her a much needed dopamine boost. It's very unfortunate for you.

Overall… Probably the best person to have if you get sick. As long as she decides to heal you immediately of course.

Kronika

Is even more confused than her son about how you got sick. After all, she had you trapped in a pocket outside of time. Even if you caught a pathogen, it wouldn't be able to progress due to time being paused there. And not only that, you've been in there for far longer than the incubation time of any disease. Briefly, she wonders if your safety inside the bubble has been compromised. She dismisses that idea though. No… No one has the ability to tread that space without her permission. Not in her New Era.

Fortunately, she can just reverse the “age” of your body to before you got infected. She's reversed time on your body several times at this point, so she's not the least bit worried about doing so. A wave of her hands later and you're cured. And feeling a bit younger too.

Not much else to really say here. I doubt she would intentionally get you sick. Also with her being a Titan and succeeding against Liu Kang/Raiden in this timeline, the arc of history really does bend to her will. So basically -you're not getting sick on her watch.

#mortal kombat x reader #yandere mortal kombat #shinnok x reader #raiden x reader #fujin x reader #liu kang x reader #cetrion x reader #kronika x reader #my writings

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darkbluekies · 10 months

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Dr Kry asks #4

Previous one

Concept: I've put multiple asks into one post to avoid too much loose posts on my account! This way, you have more to read too<3

Warnings: mentions of ed, otherwise the normal Dr Kry stuff

I wonder how Dr Kry would feel if his darling developed romantic for him but was waiting to leave the hospital to officially ask him out. They'll say stuff like "I can't wait to leave this hospital bed so we can finally have a proper date together !", "I would love to go see [movie name] in the theaters with you!" Or "I'd love to be with you but once I get better I promise! You deserve more than the semi-vegetable that I currently am." I guess he'd be a little conflicted, would he let his darling free from the hospital so they can have a somewhat normal romantic relationship or would he keep them here ?

He'd let his darling get well because he doesn't want anything else than the traditional house hold and only keeps them ill because they're not complient. But if they actually do like him and see a future together, then he can begin to live out his dream.

How would dr Kry react to a coworker reader who figures out he’s been telling people they’re dating and tries to leave him?

He'd be flustered. You weren't supposed to figure it out, you weren't supposed to know! He'd try to justify his actions while making you feel bad for leaving him.

"But Y/N, please, I'm doing it for you. If people think that we're together they'll not bother you. I've seen how people eye you in the corridor. It's disgusting. I'm just trying to help, so please don't leave. It hurts my feelings. I'm just trying to help ..."

He might say that you're pretending now, but he'll fake it til he makes it.

At this point I’ll let Dr kry talk for me,like yes please finish of my setences Cuase sometimes words are hard and it’s hard to speak so that sounds amazing

Careful, he will do it. As long as you're around other people, he'll finish your sentences, but he'd like for you to talk to him when you're alone. He loves to hear your voice so much.

I remember when you said that Dr Kry would worsen the toxic air purifier if we ignore him till it hurts too much, me personally I'm petty as hell, he'd have to see me DIE before I speak to him because thats what he gets, I'm petty to the death ✊

I- .... i don't know what to say.

My headcanon voice for Dr. Kry is Sammy Lawrence from Bendy and the Ink Machine.

Omg, you are so big brain. I would say his voice is a tad bit lighter in my head, but other that that, damn.

Does dr. Kry bathe reader or he only does if the reader is very sick?

He does it all the time. Since the reader is too weak and dizzy and everything from the poison 24/7, he doesn't trust them. They could hurt themselves in there. Besides, he likes being able to take care of the reader in every aspect. This is the closest he'll come to their nudity without it being uncomfortable for him.

Would Dr. Kry let the reader customize their hospital room if they asked nicely?

Of course! If he knows that they're okay with being there (and even fix the room to their liking) then it'll just make him happy!

do you think kry would treat darling differently if she has an ED and won’t eat much?i have an ED and just wanted to see how my favorite boy might take it :’) feel free to ignore lol

He will. Every action will be calculated and well thought out to make you calmer and more open to try to eat. He won't force you, but he'll encourage you. He's studied this, he knows how dangerous something like this can be. And that's why he wants to help you as much as possible.

Me whose been sick for 3 weeks with an awful cough and body pains. "Please dr kry come kidnap me..just wanna sleep and not work"Have been working weekends with my sick body because the boss doesn't give sick leave for flu

Careful, he will do it.

I love dr kry but he drinks coffee all the time so his breath probably STANKS. Hes a 10 but he has constant coffee breath.

Well DUH HE IS A COFFEIN ADDICT. don't bully him :(

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere drabbles #yandere oc x you #yandere oc x reader #yandere doctor #yandere male #yandere asks

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azurevi · 1 year

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in a crowd of thousands

aka a collection of ideas for my childhood friends to lovers leona au / aka my headcanons of the entire life of leona kingscholar. jeez

note: am i dumping all my ideas for this au here because they’re too disorganised and messy that i can’t work out anything but i don’t want to just let them go to waste? yes i am. this au has been tormenting me for weeks but my brain just can’t figure how to seamlessly plan it so chances are i’m gonna put it away. it’s not like i laid awake in bed till 4am because i was thinking about it last night anyways lololololol

i did actually write a bit for this au, which you can find at the end of all the points, but it is unedited and was done before the tamashina-mina event so it’s definitely not perfect. i would be happy if it was readable-

this idea dump is 5.8k (god bless), and the attached work is around 4k? so yea

The story starts when Leona is 8, begrudgingly attending Farena’s coming of age ceremony. Everyone is cheering and celebrating the beloved first prince’s birthday, all the while Leona sulks in the carriage, feeling the acidic jealousy rot in his stomach. He’s never received a celebration this grand in his name before, and he’s certainly never worn something some extravagant, even on his own birthday.

Just as he’s fighting his urge not to jump off of the royal carriage, he’s approached by an eager kid who, judging by appearance, can’t be older than him. they’re putting their short legs to use by chasing the carriage, a bouquet of fresh flowers secure in their grip. Leona thinks at first that it’s yet another present for Farena, but they’re calling for him instead, asking that he take the flowers. So he does, reaching all the way out of the carriage to grab the gift, earning surprised and distraught yells from the guards.

By the time he’s seated and looks back again, they’ve already disappeared in the sea of people.

Leona’s never received anything like this before. People only ever compliment and offer gifts to Farena, fuzzing over his bubbly personality and applauding the grace he presents himself with. Even back when they were faced with their mother’s death from a deadly illness, he was still praised for upholding his dignity and composure, while Leona stood at his side, mourning the death of one of the only people who truly cared about him.

So naturally Leona’s curious about the nameless admirer. And what better way to meet them than to order flowers from each and every florist’s shop in Sunset Savannah to see if they’ll show up for the delivery? It’s a long shot, one that depends entirely on the assumption that they even work at a flower shop and didn’t just buy the bouquet somewhere else. But he’s willing to bet on his luck.

So days passed, Leona’s made like twenty or so orders and his room is filled with foliage, from small pots of plants to tall wide leaves. Kifaji is honestly a bit confused by this, and a lot of guards are saying that he’s throwing an unreasonable tantrum. But never-mind them, because he eventually gets what he wants.

So on a fine early afternoon another delivery comes. This time it’s a whole cart filled with blooms of different colors. Sort of looks like a whole bush has been moved onto it. It’s so huge that he can’t see the person rolling the cart, but then he lolls his head to the side and spots those familiar eyes, the ones he’s been wondering about when he’s wide awake at midnight.

And guess what? They’re excited to see him too. So much so that they topple over and cause the entire cart to fall forward. The bush cascades onto him like a waterfall, but luckily the cart doesn’t crash him, but instead fall backward with a loud CRASH. Kifaji almost has a heart attack at that.

At Leona’s command the retainers and chamberlains leave him alone with the kid, and they get to know each other, like where the kid’s from, why they gave him the flowers etc. Turns out they wanted to thank him for the clothes donation he did for the poor kids living near Elephant’s Legacy a while back then.

Leona doesn’t have the heart to tell them that the donation wasn’t his idea, that he only said ‘whatever’ when the tailor suggested that he gave the ill-fitting outfits to kids in need.

Wanting to spend more time with his new ‘admirer’, he ditches class and sneaks them all around the palace, showing them things that have their eye’s sparkling in awe, but especially his personal achievements. They’re amazed by all of it: where people states that his interest in chess is somewhat boring (even though it’s just because he’s not as energetic and sociable as his brother), they think that it’s cool and smart. Even though he doesn’t like painting as his brother and father do, they don’t judge him for it, but instead agree that spending time in the library reading ancient books is more worthwhile.

Then they move on to talk about magic. Leona is obviously proficient, but they on the other hand actually don’t possess it. At least not yet. So they’re like ‘omg you have a unique magic already can you show me’ and that’s when Leona hesitates. He has endless ways to impress them, but his unique magic has always been something that others frown upon. It’s destructive, it’s messy, and it’s not beautiful. But you insist anyways, and young Leona decides, what the hell, screw it.

And to his surprise, they’re not a bit terrified. Quite the contrary, as you goes off on a tangent talking about how it could come in handy in so many situations.

And that’s the start of a precious friendship! Leona decides to order flowers regularly from their shop alone, and they get to know each other a lot better from there onward.

Years pass and they’re basically besties now. The young florist visits at least once a week, and the second prince is always more cheery and energised when they’re hanging out.

He tells them all about his life, how his mother had been sick for as long as he could remember and how her death took a toll on him. How Kifaji is pretty much the only chamberlain that doesn’t talk behind his back. How the others do it all the time just because Farena shines far brighter than he does.

The florist talks behind their backs as revenge, and it makes him feel just a bit better. And proud too.

It’s great knowing that someone cares and appreciates him. It makes him want to keep trying.

Similarly they let him into their life. They show them where they live, which is somewhere near the border between the bustling city and the neglected neighbourhoods, the poorer villages that fail to catch up with the Sunrise City and other major cities’ developments. Due to the country’s insistence to uphold the ‘coexistence with nature’ mission, little progress is resulted in those areas, and the disparity is beginning to look like a wide canyon.

Having lived in the palace for most of his life, this is the first time Leona learns of the parts of Sunset Savannah that the royals don’t talk about.

And as a result of the slow, almost stagnant growth of these places, infrastructures are nearly unaccessible. Even if people get sick (and they get sick quite a lot) they don’t get much medical support, at least not nearby.

One of the victims is the florist’s mother— and this is entirely the reason why they need to be working at such a young age. She’s been ill for a long time and is bed-ridden for the better part of a day, so they have to support the family. There is little medicine they can get their hands on, and even if they do get something, nothing really works.

With such a important mission on their shoulder, they’ve never really considered what they wanted to be in the future. The immediate goal was to have their mother get better, and to keep the family business going.

Looking at the ghastly lives of the people is sort of a reality check for Leona. And that’s when he begins to feel an ambition grow inside him.

He wants to change things, because no one in the palace seems to care about the people who are suffering so long as they’re out of sight.

The first time he raises the idea with his father, the king does take his words into consideration, but ultimately decides that it’s more important to preserve the country’s culture. Plus the councillors / politicians etc don’t agree with his views anyways, claiming that he’s too young to understand that ‘some sacrifices have to be made’.

Which is absurd, because he’s looking right at one of the sacrifices right now, and it’s their most important friend, who’s forced to provide for their family all on his own.

Leona doesn’t give up. He goes on learning more about the country he lives in, spends a little more time away from the glorious Sunrise City, and comes up with plans to improve Sunset Savanna. They’re not perfect, most of them are not totally feasible, but at least he’s doing something. Even Kifaji gives him his own opinions at times, unlike the other chamberlains who dislike that he’s trying to upend how the country’s always been operated.

All the while the florist gives him all the support he needs. Even when it feels like the majority of the world is against him at times, with them by his side, he feels invincible, like he can really change the world if he wants to.

Them making flower crowns for him as he works on his projects… that’s it. That’s the image.

Leona is maybe around 14, 15. His father falls ill (why is everyone sick in this story…) and there is a dire need of a new ruler to watch over the country in his hopefully momentary absence.

A king. Leona’s spent his whole life looking at one, and though he’s far from a mature adult, he tries his hand at politics anyways, hoping that he at least has a shot at becoming one in the near future. But everyone has already had their pick, and it’s none other than Farena. Farena, who rejects Leona’s ideals like everyone else.

“It’s simply too complicated”, he says, but Leona doesn’t see how hard it can be to take a new path.

But he’s still trying, at least for his dear friend. His dear friend, who’s been sticking with him through all the doubts and rejections. His dear friend, who’s promised time after time that they’ll never leave him or turn their back to him. His dear friend, who is there for some of the worst nights he has, comforting him as he winds down from nightmares. His dear friends, who always smells like a walking garden. His dear friend, whom he inevitably falls for.

At the same time, a romance is blooming somewhere else in the palace. Farena has fallen in love with Malaika, and after perhaps a few years of dating on the down low, they are ready to get married. And obviously this is good news. People see this as another indication that Farena will be a great king, seeing as he’s already had so much planned before him.

It’s like they don’t even plan to give Leona a chance.

But as always, his friend somehow sees the better side of things as they always do, telling him not to lose all hope yet.

Sometimes it feels like they’re the only person keeping him going. Would be. sad if they were to. Leave him. (clear throat) Anyways.

In the meanwhile, he decides to take advantage of the wedding. Perhaps the passionate atmosphere can assist him in his own romantic endeavours. Though it’s usually unusual and almost unorthodox for a commoner to attend a royal wedding, they get a pass since Kifaji assigns them to help with the decorations.

And it kind of does. He gets to dance with them, though the music is way too quick for him to really soak in the moment. He gets to see up close how there are stars in their eyes as they watch the bride and groom exchange their vows. Eventually, during dinner, he becomes annoyed by the other guests’ heartless questions about his life and sneaks away with his friend. It ends with a few guards hot on their tails, and in a moment of fight or flight, they dart into one of the empty rooms to hide.

Which just so happens to be the throne room. There’s no one around to berate him anyways, so Leona decides to stride towards the throne and take a seat on the gilded surface, overseeing the now vacant room. There seems to be power infused in this simple throne; the power he needs to make a change in the world, to make the ignorant listen to not just him, but also the demands of the people.

As if that’s not enough, they move to his side and jokingly calls him ‘your majesty’ and his heart does a whole somersault. Even though it’s just for a moment, he feels like he has everything he needs in his hand: the person he loves, and the throne that he so deserves.

And really, he could’ve just told them his feelings there and now, but he’s so caught up in the moment that he decides to postpone it. He’ll have the opportunity to do it in the future anyways. He’s certain that they’ll stay with him till the end of time.

When the invitation letter from NRC comes, Leona doesn’t bat an eye. There’s nothing the school can teach him that he hasn’t already mastered. Plus he’d rather stay here with his friend than go somewhere else all on his own.

Not to mention he’s busy trying to persuade those in power to agree with his vision about rebranding the country, which has been largely unsuccessful. Farena has been busy attending to other matters, and though Malaika sees where Leona’s coming from, she too is burdened by her share of responsibilities.

Time after time the officials have described his ideas as foolish, irresponsible, unreasonable, as if they still see him as an incapable child. Meanwhile it seems like they go along with everything Farena does, even if it jeopardises the livelihood of those under poverty line. All the while his friend's mother withers away. Watching the impending death looms over them places a knife in his chest. He doesn’t want to see them grief like he did when his mother left.

Leona can’t help but feel frustrated. Years of hard work hasn’t led him anywhere. As a kid he was more often frowned upon than not, but now that he was a teenager he still hasn’t gained the respect he deserves. Projects after projects are banned, to the point where the council members groan every time he shows up to their meetings. His ambition starts to dwindle. It feels like he’s trapped in the same tunnel with no hope of escaping.

Well, except when he’s with the only person who understands him. Even when they’re spending most of their time taking care of their mother now, he still derives strength from the occasional letters exchanged between them. (i loveeeee letters i love epistolary fics)

The pent-up frustration eventually leads him to do something rash: he challenges Farena for the position of Sunset Savanna’s ruler. To anyone else, it sounds like an absurd comedy. Leona— 16 and still growing— is challenging Farena, who not only is a decade older but also has more experiences than he does in managing a country.

I feel like challenges to the throne can go two ways; either they settle this with a physical fight or a peaceful voting. Obviously the former is going to hurt a lot more but I feel like it’ll be more impactful…

So say the rules require them to settle this with a fight. Which now that I think about would be more reasonable because there’s no way Leona will get enough votes anyways. So under a stormy night (for dramatic effects) the two brothers have an inevitable clash, and this isn’t just for the title of king.

It’s also the anguish Leona feels from living in Farena’s shadow all these years. His anger at the unattainable standard he has created for him. His jealousy at all the love that’s been thrown his way, all the attention their father has given him. But also the sadness from having him as a brother, from the lack of connection between them. It’s never really Farena’s fault, more like since the day Leona realized why the guards were more concerned with a paper cut on Farena’s hand than half of his room dissolved into sand, a crack formed in their relationship, and it only grew larger until it’s an impossible canyon.

The ending is written in stone. The guards and Malaika watch on, the spectators sparse and few. They’d rather not have the people know about such dispute within the royal family. The rain washes away the beads of red on the ground, but not the bruises on each of them’s flesh, and certainly not the gaping wounds in their hearts. Even as Leona is pushed to the corner, he doesn’t let himself stay down, his aching legs and sore arms be damned. And with him not admitting defeat, Farena can’t end the fight.

In the end, it is Kifaji who pulls him away before he’s injured beyond recognition, but even then he thrashes and attempts to push him away. “Let go of me”, “I’m not losing”. The words scratch his throat as he yells. Finally, Kifaji lets go of his arm, his face twisted in hurt.

“Tone it down, my prince! You’re being difficult!” It hurts him as much as it does Leona, but he goes on, “There’s no point.”

It feels like yet another inescapable twist. Kifaji, who’s always given him the silent approval. Kifaji, who treats him to sautéed mutton every time he’s faced with defeat. Kifaji, whom he trusts with his life. It turns out that he’s just like everyone else.

That day, it’s not just his relationship with Farena that shatters, but also the bond he shared with Kifaji.

Allowing no one near him, Kifaji has no choice but to visit his only friend. They rush with him back to the palace upon hearing about everything that’s happened, and feels their heart lurch uncomfortably at the sight of Leona’s battered state.

With utmost precision, they clean and bandage his wounds like how they wrap papers around bunches of flowers. The silence stretches, as if the moment it’s broken, the tears welling in their eyes will fall uncontrollably.

And so neither of them speak a word. Once they’re done with throwing away the bloodied towels, Leona lets his head loll onto their shoulder. Even in their presence it feels like his heart is hardening into a rock, one that upon being crushed, will never be recovered again. The night embraces them; two souls beaten down by life, robbed of their hopes and dreams.

Leona will never admit it, but that night, he holds their hand like it’s his only lifeline.

In the end, the thing that stomps on his aspirations is but a little child.

Cheka is what Malaika and Farena decide to call him. The young, adorable son of the king (in all but name anyways), who is also a promise that Leona shall never get the throne.

It’s… devastating. His steely, cold eyes are fixed unblinkingly on the snoring infant in his arms. Cheka had been crying non-stop in the middle of the night, craving his mother’s embrace, but Malaika is caught up in a meeting. As it turns out, funnily enough, he only goes quiet when he’s shoved into Leona’s arms.

Leona wills himself to feel hatred, to feel spite, but nothing comes out but for a single tear that rolls down his face. The only thing eating him up inside is pity for himself.

He feels lost. For the longest time he’s felt like he’s playing on the losing team, like the game’s rigged, but to think that the definite indication of his defeat is a young child?

The walls of the palace close in on him. Any second now they’ll come crashing down. Would anyone notice if he’s buried under debris? Probably not. The beloathed second prince, the disappointment in everyone’s eyes.

Is there any point in trying?

As hopelessness engulfs him, his only hope is to call for the only person left in his life who would still back him up. After all, they’ve promised time after time that they wouldn’t give up on them both. Hours tick by; he paces in his room, feeling every hair on his skin. There seems to be a predator in the corner of his room, looming over him, waiting to catch him in a moment of weakness.

He waits, and waits some more. When the guard returns empty-handed, he goes there by himself.

When was the last time they met? Right. Last month, when Leona asked the royal healer to gauge the cause of their mother’s illness. Dread overcomes him as he nears the shabby shop. Paired with the crumbling depression he’s been feeling the whole day, he won’t be surprised if the ground under him caves in swallows him whole.

It’s empty. The wooden sign says ‘closed’. There’s no light from the second floor, where they live. The flowers in front of the shop has withered. It looks vacant, deserted. Coincidentally, that’s also how Leona feels.

They’re just … gone. No one has idea where they’ve gone to; all of their neighbours claim that they just disappeared one day, like they were taken by the wind. Leona sends out anyone who’s not caught up in caring for the newborn prince to look for them, but to no avail. He has no idea what has happened to them, or whether they’re even still— alive.

The thought makes him sick to the stomach.

He waits for days. Weeks. Then he realises that he’s truly alone. For the first time in his life, there’s no one left in his life who know him.

Call it impulse, call it his mind playing tricks. He doesn’t have it in him to think about reason anyways. All he knows is that the longer he stays in this cage of a palace, he’ll suffocate.

A fortnight later, he digs out the crumbled, forgotten invitation letter from his drawer, and leaves for the college far away from his homeland.

Three or four years of school. That’s quite enough to make someone become a bitter, cynical person. That’s where Leona finds himself anyways, lazing his time away at NRC. He doesn’t technically like it here— too many people, too noisy— but it’s better than being stuck in the palace, forced to come face to face with the fact that he’s born with the short end of the stick.

Classes are largely meaningless. He doesn’t have to listen to a single lecture to get full marks in tests and exams. Leading his dorm and the Magift club doesn’t give him as much satisfaction as he initially expected. Most days it feels meaningless to do anything, but it doesn’t kill him. Whatever sadness or problems that come his way can be solved by a nap. If they persist, then two naps. Eventuality they will leave him alone; there isn’t much point in trying anyways.

Why the botanical garden? Well, it’s just a personal choice of his. Maybe it also has something to do with the fact that the mix of flowers and grass reminds him of a softer, better time. Not that he will ever admit it. If anyone asks him why he knows so much about botany, floriculture and all that, he can just brush it off by saying that he’s spent too much time in the garden.

He doesn’t really miss anything. Or anyone. This life he’s leading is not ideal, but, again, it’s just enough to get by.

At least he’s not totally lonely. There’s always someone bothering him, like Ruggie right now, who’s berating him for being late for the preparation of the entrance ceremony.

The corridor is packed with new, curious faces. Most of them seem to recognize the lion beastman and stay out of his way smartly. As he lazily trails behind Ruggie, he hears a bit of commotion coming from just around the corner. Gasps and cusses, and also muttered apologies.

It’s probably nothing, he thinks to himself as he turns— only to come face to face with a stack of books higher than him. It looms over him, threatening to fall directly on his head.

(is this… deja vu?)

Moments before he can feel the impact, Ruggie yells, “Laugh with me!” and manages to balance whoever’s holding the books. “Come on, Leona! We’re already late!”

As he clicks his tongue in annoyance and walks past the faceless student, he hears them mutter a thanks under their breath. It sounds- awfully familiar. Familiar enough to make him swivel around sharply, gaze drilling holes in their back.

“Leona!”

Damn it. He shakes the thought away and follows the hyena instead.

The little encounter gets forgotten in the back of his mind as he prepares to welcome a new group of dorm members. The newbies stand in a crooked queue, turning around and talking to the strangers around them. Some of them are adjusting their robes, the others fidgeting nervously. Whispers fly, most of them speculations of whichever dorm the speakers are about to be sorted in.

It doesn’t surprise him that most his new dorm members look to be physically advantaged. He wouldn’t want it other way; it helps raise his chances of victory in the next Magift tournament.

As he’s about to drift off into dreamland, he hears the next name being called. A name that he hasn’t spoken in years, a name that he’s been trying to bury in his memories.

There’s no mishearing it— his eyes are wide open now, landing on the hooded figure in front of the mirror. Their face is obscured, but then they give their own name to the mirror, and that’s when Leona knows for sure that’s it’s them.

He couldn’t put to words what was happening in his head. Happiness? Surprise? Confusion? An amalgamation of emotions blur within him. He holds his breath, waiting for the announcement of the dorm. What’s it gonna be? No, how even are they here? Have they somehow figured out magic? Where have they even been?

“The shape of thy soul belongs to… Savanaclaw."

Well, he'll be damned.

Immediately after hearing that, their head shoots up, eyes landing on the tall and muscled group of students. For some reasons he cannot fathom, he turns his face to the side, concealing himself. Is it because he's unready to confront a face from the past? Is it because he's hung up on the fact that they left him without a word?

No, it feels more like shame. He isn't sure if he wants to be seen by them in this state. Not yet.

He remains quiet during the trip back to the dorm. Ruggie shoots him a confused glance as he's supposed to give a short speech to welcome the first-year students, but he lets it slide.

Even as he's standing in the very front of the queue, he can make out that distinct flowery scent if he tries. Years of memories come crashing on him, so sudden that he finds himself at a loss of words as he leaves Ruggie to assign the rooms.

He knows there's no point in hiding when he's literally the dorm leader, but the thoughts within him are too much of a whirlwind. Even when he's time after time fantasized about meeting them again, this feels way too sudden. He needs time to untangle his feelings. Maybe then he'll have the guts to face them.

This plan goes down the drain in the end. He hates feeling like a coward, but what he hates even more is that they are literally in the same building as him, and he's knocking himself away. Propelled by nothing but a racing heart, he gets out of bed and down the hallways, coming to a stop in front of a room that he hopes is correct.

He knocks.

Seconds pass. No one seems to be answering. Just as he's about to give up and return to his room, the door is swung open, and in the doorway stands the person that's been weaving in and out of his dreams.

Time has been good to them. Their features have become more defined, and they are holding themselves up with more confidence now. Leona freezes right there like an awkward statue, mouth agape. Words fail him. What is he supposed to say anyways, except that he's missed them?

After a beat, recognition dawns on their face. The beam on their lips is so beautiful it could light up the whole building. They all but throw themselves at them, and Leona stumbles backward from the strength.

What is he to do but to wrap his ams around them as well? It feels like he's back in the palace again, only this time without any sourness coating his tongue.

So they finally get to talk about everything that's happened in the past years. It turns out that one night their mother got dangerously close to the edge of death, and in a moment of bone-chilling fear, they woke up the neighbourhood doctor for help. As usual, he couldn't do anything, but at the sight of their distraught tears, he advised that the two of them go away to this other country, where developments in technology and medicine were more advanced. With no time to waste, he helped them sneak onto the last late night ride out of Sunset Savanna and to the foreign land.

It turned out that there was indeed a possible cure for their mother, but the follow-up treatment was a long, taxing journey. They found a place to stay in, and it took six months for her situation to finally stabalize. By the time they had the time and money to return, Leona was already long gone. All they knew was that he'd gone to a prestigious school for magic users.

With the responsibility to support the family and continue the family business off their back, they could do whatever they want. And, as can be seen, they chose to pick up a few books from the local library and teach themselves magic, all so that they could meet Leona again.

At this, he is once again rendered speechless. All this time they've been giving their all just to get to him, and what has he been doing? Letting time slip through his fingers like sand? Suddenly he feels very, very small standing in front of them.

But as always, they don't push him away even after all this. Because they know the Leona who's buried under all these layesr: the Leona who's unafraid to speak up for his beliefs, the Leona who looks out for those around him, the Leona who never gives up no matter what. They're sure that he can pick himself up again.

And perhaps, with their hand securely in his once more, he can really try again.

I feel that it's a bit obvious that the ending is a bit rushed, even though it's supposed to be the 'to lovers' part in the 'childhood friends to lovers' equation. The truth is that my ideas only reached as far as the point where Leona goes to NRC, so the rest I just came up with on the spot. Not to mention this is just roughly how I imagine the au would go, so there may be plot holes. That being said, here are some other ways the ending could go:

They don't get back together right away, but instead they slowly approach each other again, tip-toeing around each other the whole time. Perhaps they meet when his friend is visiting the botanical garden, because of course they would. Leona is distancing himself a bit cause he doesn't want them to see how he's turned out. But they eventually get familiar with each other again.

Similarly they don't confront each other immediately, but this time Leona's overblot does happen and they show up to stop it. I feel like they'd be disappointed at his ourburst and him using underhanded methods to secure victory, but give them a few scenes and they'll work it out together and Leona will see his faults.

And now onto a little reflection about this au of mine... it's such a precious brainchild of mine I want to cradle it in my arms until it eventually grows up to be an actual fic. But regretfully I have neither the time nor energy to plot everything out, only scattered ideas as you can see. There are quite a lot of things I want to develop in the story:

obviously the relationship between leona and his childhood friend

relationship between leona and kifaji

leona and farena

leona and his parents

leona's backstory, specifically how he became who he is today

the theme of trying again and again

the theme of mutual support in a relationship

Juggling all of these and attempting to expand them to each their full potential have been a challenge. There are also other things that stand in the way, such as how to portray Leona in a young age. Personally I have almost zero recollection of my childhood so I can't help but struggle with balancing the helplessness he feels and the naive hope every child possesses.

But all of those aside, at least I'm putting this au out in the world. Maybe one day I'll get around to making it a real thing :) I hope y'all have enjoyed this mess of an au as much as I do!

If you're interested in the stuff that I came up with for this au weeks ago, it is linked below. JUST A HEADS UP: it's unedited and written before the recent event, so there could be inaccuracies. I also don't like how I've made Leona too bitter for a 8 year old. But feel free to read it and give me a few feedback!

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lizsos · 4 months

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Chapter 4

Bad girl

Tw : chapter contains extreme violence, strong language, blood , gore and death , keep in mind none of this is real none the characters.

(You've been warned)

Bada x reader

(Yandere bada)

You both arrive at the 'Playhouse' the night club that your boss owns . Why playhouse ? Well you see... the boss believed the name of the club fit perfectly . After all , your clan is called 'Death dolls' .

You walk into the night club with Kristen following behind . "Want me to accompany you?" She smirks . You playfully roll your eyes . "Do what you want, I'm leaving as soon as I drop this off" . You say as you held the bag up to her . "Why not stay a while ?" "Ive had a long day , I'm tried. All I want to do is go to bed."you yawn . "I'll join you in bed dollface~" she says wrapping her arm around your waist .

"What do you say y/n? " she smirks . You harshly step on her foot with your heel . She groans a bit in pain . Ignoring her , you walk through the people who were dancing on each other . Kristen follows behind as you walk towards Nana's office .

Entering the office, Nana immediately gets up from her seat and walk to you . You can see the excitement in her face "sooo wheres his head ? "She asks ignoring the fact your covered in blood . Unzipping the bag, you pull out the head by his hair , blood continus to drip from his neck . "You wanted his head I got what you asked for" Nana claps her hands ,snatching his head away from you .

She dances around with the head , holding it up high in the air "shes gone mad "Kristen whispers to you "good to know you've finally realised" you whisper back .

"Youve done a good job y/n! What do you want in return ? You name it " She says excitedly. "I want a whole day off . No calls . I don't wish to be disturbed. Last give me a pay raise ." You calmly state , throwing the bag in the trash .

"Deal"

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A car parked not to far from the nightclub . "There's the car , what do you want us to do boss ?" The driver asked a question. "Get your weapons. Just follow my lead " Bada smirks darkly.

"I'll be leaving now . I want my day off tomorrow " you clealry state to your boss . She happly nods . "I'll take you home sweetheart~. Kristen says "No need , ill walk instead . I'd rather be alone ." You try walking past her but she grabs your wrist instead "As if il let you walk alone . Lets go" Kristen then drags you near the door. "Kristen-" you stop as heard gunshots go off and the sounds of people screaming .

You both look at each other and nod . You look around to spot a window. It lead outside. Opening it m you both jump out . Nana closes the window . It lead outside , behind the building. Kristen stays behind protecting Nana . She places the dead man head on the desk and pulls out a pistol . Kristen hides behind a shelf ,covering her away from the door .

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Both of Bada's bodyguards shoot up the ceiling. The guest run out of the door , terrified. Bada scans the room trying to spot you .yet you were not in sight .

Members of your clan pull out their weapons out , aiming it towards the three people Bada smirks and held her hands up a bit "Relax death dolls , we're not here to cause any harm ,Were here for business.

"Were not interested. Take your men get out the exist is behind you" Latrice demanded . Bada chuckles . "I don't think so . I'm here to talk business. Now get your boss " didn't you hear us? We said-"

BANG!

Bada pulled out her gun out , shooting the man next to Emma straight in the head . "All of you will be next if you don't do what I've just asked "

Silence ....

"Have it your way ...." she nods at the men . The men load their guns and aim at the members . They pull the rigger , instantly killing them most of them .

Blood decorated the walls . Brain matter all the over the floor . Body after body . Some piled on top of each other . Bada's smirk grew wider .

"You will be mine (y/n) ..."

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Coast clear .you walk in the club only to be greeted by the dead bodies of your clan members but you didn't see some particular people .

But you got some new that Latrice , Audrey, Emma and ling manged to escape . Most of the dead bodies were rookies . It was Their first day of their job in the playhouse nightclub . You look away " Poor things they didn't have a chance ...." you quietly say

BANG !

You quickly trun to the direction where the noise came from . You silently walk towards the noise , holding out both guns in your hand .

"Here you are" Bada says " You .... You! What are you doing here ?!" Nana yells . "To talk ofcourse " she quickly responds "I want you three out of my club Now!"

Bada looked pretty annoyed at what Nana just sayed so she sayed

"Sit down" in a more serious voice

Nana freezes at Bada's dark intense glare .

She sits back down in her chair , trembling in fear . "Good , now call her off " Bada demands . She slowly turned to Kristem nodding at her . She walks out of her spot with her hands up .

"Now get rid of her .."

Both men men aim their weapons directly at Kristem

"No!" Nana yells in fear .

BANG!

You shoot them both in their back of the head as you appeared behind them . They fall hard on the ground . Blood oozing our of the wound . Bada turns , only to be harshly kicked to the ground by you .

Her heart began to pound rapidly. A tiny blush appeared on her pale skin . Her doll .... holding two pistols on her face . You smirk

"Nice to see you again Love"

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topguncortez · 10 months

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Court of Thieves || Chapter 1

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synopsis: The King's health is declining rapidly. The Queen sends for her son, The Prince of Brinefell and his betrothed, the Lady Mitchell

word count: 2.5k

warnings: mentions of war, death, cursing, mentions of virginity, mentions of sex, mentions of religion, mentions of adultery, historical inaccuracies, arranged marriage.

The room was silent, except for the quiet cackling from the fireplace. The heavy curtains had been drawn, making the room nearly completely dark. The nurses and lords stood around the bed as the physician looked over King George Seresin. His wife, Queen Elizabeth stood in the corner, holding a rosary close to her heart and mumbling out Hail Marys. It was evident on everyone's faces that the King was near the end of his life. Consumption had found him, and despite the best efforts from his own physician, he was going to die. The physician stepped away from the King’s bed, bowing his head before gathering the nurses and leaving the Queen alone with her husband. She quickly moved to his bedside, sitting down on it and grabbing his hand.

“Where is my son?” King George rasped out, but not before coughing into his handkerchief, “I need to see him.”

“He is out in Westland,” Queen Elizabeth said, “I sent Lord Fitch to go fetch him.”

“He needs,” Another coughing spell hit the king as he struggled to make out the words, “He needs to-”

“I know, my King,” The Queen said, as she ran a hand down her husband’s face. She took the cloth from his hand and wiped the spittle from his lips, “The prince will follow through on his arrangement. There will be an heir to the Seresin throne. I am sure of it.”

The King nodded, “There must be.” He found enough strength to pull himself up, holding on to both of his wife’s hands, “He. . . He is my only hope for what I have created to live on.”

The Queen nodded and helped the King settle back in bed. She tucked him back in and placed a kiss on his forehead, mumbling yet another prayer, before standing up and giving him a curtsey. She looked up at the man standing in the doorway, noticing the way his sad blue eyes looked at the King.

“Lord Floyd,” The Queen acknowledged him. Bob bowed to the Queen, allowing her to pass by before walking behind her.

“Has there been an official announcement?” He asked and the Queen shook her head, “And the Prince?”

“Fighting on the front in Argerus,” The Queen said and began walking back to her quarters, “We have sent Mister Brook to go fetch him and bring him back at once”. The various maids and servants walking the halls all bowed to her as she walked by. Queen Elizabeth was loved by the people who worked in the castle, it was clear to see. She had been popular when she was being courted by the now King, and it only grew when she became part of the monarchy.

The Lord Robert Floyd was one of the King’s closest confidants. The King had known his father, Sir Arthur and had introduced him to his wife Lady Genevive. Bob had lost both of them during the harsh winter several years ago, consumption taking them both. The King had taken Bob in, giving him a role in his court, and treated him like a son. In fact, the Prince sometimes thought that the King preferred Lord Floyd over himself.

“He does not know of his fate,” The Queen said as she walked into her quarters, “The King had yet to tell him before falling ill.”

“The Prince does not know he is to be betrothed to the Lady Y/N of North Island?” Bob asked, and the Queen nodded.

“The King. . . he wanted to wait until he could secure the rebels in Argerus before telling the Prince of his future marriage. But that clearly isn’t the case anymore,” The Queen chuckled, “The arrangement happened years ago when the Prince was first born. When Sir Mitchell came to us asking for military strength, we gave it to him in the promise that his daughter, the Lady Y/N, would marry our son.”

Bob nodded, “So the Prince marries Lady Mitchell, and then. . .”

“Again,” The Queen sighed, “We never thought that the Prince would be facing the throne this soon, but the King thought ahead. The way for the Prince to take the crown, a child must be born.”

Bob’s jaw dropped slightly as he looked at the Queen. He went to take a step forward to make a claim for the Prince that this deal was rightfully absurd. The Prince? Settle down and have a child before taking over what was his to have? But before Lord Floyd could make an argument, he was pushed out of the room by the Queen’s ladies in waiting. He quickly turned on his heels, making his way down the halls towards his own quarters. He sat down at his desk, and pulled out his ink and pen addressing the letter to King Mitchell, telling him of the King’s fate.

— — —

His smile was bright as he sat in his decorative chair and watched as several jestors and actors entertained him. They were acting out the death of King Metcalf’s right hand priest, whom they had taken care of this afternoon. Jake took a sip of wine from his glass before setting it on the bountiful table in front of him. It was truly a feast fit for a king, a table full of imported foods, cheeses, quail, wines, anything that the Crown Prince wanted, he had been given, even in the middle of battle.

Jake’s favorite thing about these parties were the women that attended. He had his eye on a few of the ladies of the Queen’s court that had joined him out in Argerus. One in particular, Lady Jane, had most of his attention when he was not directing soldiers into battle. She was beautiful, her blonde hair like a halo that shined around her. She was smart, but quiet as a good lady in waiting should be. His exploits with her were kept in the dark, seeing as though if the Queen found out she wasn’t a virgin, she would be kicked from court.

Jake wiped his mouth with his napkin, sitting up in his chair and turning towards his best friend, “Tell me, your grace,” Javy turned and gave him a smirk, “Would Lady Jane make a good Queen?”

Javy bursted out laughing at his friend’s words, “You? Settle down and make an honest man of yourself? The world would turn cold first.”

Jake chuckled and nodded his head. It was true, he loved the bachelor life too much to give it up. He saw the way of life his father led, and it wasn’t something that he looked forward to taking over. It was more than just being the head of the royal army, which Jake could handle. There was politics, a thing that went way over his head. There were relationships that Jake wished his father would end, but decided to keep for the better of the crown. There were more responsibilities that would fall on Jake’s shoulders that he wasn’t prepared to bear.

“But if you had to pick one of the ladies, it would make sense to pick the Lady Jane,” Javy nodded, “She comes from nobility. Her father is the Earl of Westland.”

“She’s quiet,” Jake added.

“I wouldn’t say quiet. . . swear it sounds like two cats in heat from your chambers,” Javy elbowed his friend, Jake just smirked.

He picked up his chalice and settled back in his chair, watching as various lords and ladies danced and entertained him. Jake loved parties like these. He swore the moment he was crowned King, he would throw the grandest party in all of Brinefell. He hated to admit that he had been planning his coronation since he came of age. If he was going to have to give up his freedoms and settle down, he might as well go out with a bang.

“Your grace?” Jake looked over his shoulder, seeing one of his noblemen standing next to him.

“Mister Brook,” Jake nodded. He held up his now empty chalice for a cupbearer to fill, “What have you?”

“A message from the castle,” Mister Brook answered.

Jake’s eyebrows furrowed as he fully turned his body. He stood quickly, seeing his father’s closest advisor standing beside Mister Brook. Jake nodded his head for them to follow him, moving towards a quieter place to talk. He led them across the yard, passing by small fires that were surrounded by soldiers and women to keep them comfortable.

Jake pushed open the flap to his tent, leading the two men inside.

“That will be all now, Mister Brook,” Mister Brook said to the man. He obeyed and bowed before the Prince and the advisor before making his way out and standing guard of the tent, “I come with urgent news from the Castle.”

“Share,” Jake said, walking over to the table. He grabbed the pitcher of wine and poured them two glasses.

“Thank you,” Mister Brooksaid, taking the glass, “The Queen requests for you to return at once.”

Jake scoffed, “I do hope she is aware I am leading a battle.”

“And Lord Machado is more than fit to overtake for you. It is your father, my Prince,” Jake looked up at the man, “He has fallen ill, and his days are numbered. You need to go back to the Castle and prepare to take the throne. . . and for your marriage.”

“Marriage?” Jake asked, “But I have not courted any-”

“To the Lady Mitchell. We leave in the morning. Gather your things.”

Jake opened his mouth to argue, but Mister Brook left the tent quickly. Jake looked around the room, feeling anger rise in his belly. He was prepared to take the throne, prepared to take over for his father and rule Brinefell. But marriage. . . no one had told him about how to handle a marriage.

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“Keep your breathing steady, your eyes trained to the target,” His voice was smooth as his hand splayed against your belly, “Then you pull back until the string is taut, hold your breath,” You looked up at him, his soft honey brown eyes glancing down at you, “And… let it sail.”

You released the bow string, watching as the arrow sailed through the air and landed with a satisfied ‘thwack’ against the target. You lowered the bow and smiled, turning over your shoulder to see Bradley with the same smile on his face.

“Getting better each week, ducky,” He said, taking the bow from your hands.

“One day I will be better than you,” You teased. Bradley shot you a smirk as he grabbed another arrow from his quiver and set up his bow. You watched his back muscles flex as he pulled the bowstring back.

“Not a chance,” He said, before letting the string go. You didn’t even need to look to know that Bradley had hit the bullseye deadcenter. He was a natural archerer, the talent having been passed down to him through his genes. His father, the late Lord Nicholas Bradshaw had been your father’s lead hunter. You loved listening to your father’s stories about his conquests in boar hunting with Lord Nicholas.

“Will you ever teach me to shoot horseback?” You asked.

“No,” Bradley shook his head, “Not risking you trying to multitask on horseback. You are unsteady as it is on a horse, ducky.” You rolled your eyes. You had fallen off once when you were a child, and Bradley never let you live it down, “Maybe next time I’ll let you walk as you shoot targets.”

“Maybe next time you should go down and drop your-”

“Lady Y/N!” You rolled your eyes as you heard your nurse calling for you, “Your father needs to see you at once!”

“Be right there, Mistress Rotchford!” You shouted back. Bradley set down his bow and went down to the targets to gather his spent arrows, “If it's another lord trying to court me I think I might stab my eyes out.”

“Maybe then it’ll be easier for you to find a husband,” Bradley joked as he walked back to you. You playfully shoved his shoulder as you turned to walk back to the castle to clean up. You knew that your father was probably wandering the halls wondering where you had gone. It wasn’t uncommon for you to leave the castle grounds and wander off with Bradley. He was your best friend, and one of the only person you felt like you could bear your true soul too. Of course you had various ladies in waiting who followed your every move, but you didn’t trust them with a single secret.

“Whatever will I do if you get called to go join the masses in Eastland,” You said, kicking rocks as you walked.

“Not get in trouble with mistress Rotchford,” Bradley gently knocked you with his elbow, “Maybe I’ll come back and you’ll be a true and proper lady.”

“A lady or a maiden?” You wiggled your eyebrows, causing Bradley to blush. You giggled as his ears turned red and he looked down at his feet. It was always a sight to see the six foot tall man turn red like a school boy caught stealing an extra piece of bread. You and Bradley talked openly about things that would have you sent straight to the confessional booth. You knew that Bradley was experienced, more than you certainly ever would be. He liked to tease you about it, make you all worked up with thoughts that you shouldn’t have.

“A maiden,” Bradley answered your question, “Until you are courted and married off, a maiden you shall remain.”

You rolled your eyes, “It’s rather boring.”

Bradley wanted to argue, but you pushed open the door to the castle. He would rather keep his tongue than ask what you were thinking. He knew that going to your room at night was highly frowned upon, and even the slightest rumor that you laid in bed with Bradley would absolutely ruin any chance that either of you had at marrying well.

He followed you dutifully through the castle, watching the sway of your brown dress as you acknowledged the maids and servants. You were always so nice to them, coming from the years of decorum and schooling you had. You learned from a young age that being nice to the maids meant that you always got the best wine and the warmest baths.

“Ah! And here she is!” You smiled at your father, Pete, as you walked into the main banquet hall. The table in the middle was covered in food; a large roasted pig in the middle with fruits, cheeses and breads surrounding it.

“Sir Fitch, I introduce you to my daughter, the Lady Y/N,” Pete introduced you to a tall man, dressed in what you knew was royal garb. You curtsied to him, and he bowed his head.

“It is nice to finally meet you,” Sir Fitch said, “The King speaks your praises. I wish I was here in better circumstances, but I am afraid I am not. The Castle calls your daughter to court immediately, Sir Mitchell.”

Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked at your father, “Whatever for could the King want me at court?”

Pete sighed, “It’s not for the King. It’s for the Prince. . . your new husband.”

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Flashing Lights

Jack Harlow x SingerOC

Series Masterlist

04) The Sweetest Hangover

FUCK

Maryse squints at the sunlight coming in from the open window. Rolling over in the bed to grab the bottle of water she always leaves on her nightstands after late nights out, she immediately realizes that she’s not in her own bed.

Maryse's eyes fly open and quickly sits up. She grabs her head with both hands. Her head was pounding, this might be the worst hangover ever.

Gazing around the room, she notices a few plaques on the wall with Jack’s face on it. So she was either at his place in LA or she went home with a guy who was obsessed with the rapper.

Speaking of which she threw the blanket off her and was happy to see that she had clothes on. She was wearing a white shirt that said missionary jack and some blue new balance sweatpants. Yup, definitely at Jack’s place.

Her mouth was as dry as sandpaper. She needed a toothbrush and water, pronto. Maryse sat up and she untangled herself from the bedsheets, and slowly climbed out of bed.

As she walked down the hallway she smelt coffee coming from the kitchen. Walking in, Maryse saw Jack leaning against the counter wearing nothing but gray sweatpants. This man was going to be the death of her.

“Morning.” He told her with a smile upon seeing her before turning back around to turn the coffee maker off. Then walking towards her. He looked too fucking good in those grey sweatpants and messy curls. Maryse knew she must’ve looked run over with her messy curls and last night's makeup. “Do you want something to eat?”

Maryse immediately shook her head. The thought of eating something right now made her physically ill.

“Not that I’m not happy to see you, how the hell did I get here?” Maryse then asked him. Last thing she could remember from last night was falling over laughing with Saweetie.

Jack began to laugh a little. “Well funny story, you were supposed to be calling an Uber and ended up calling me instead to pick you up from the bar.”

Maryse's hands flew to cover her face in embarrassment. God why! “Oh my god, Jack I’m so so sorry!”

Jack laughed again, “It’s okay, Maryse. It’s really no problem at all. I am your hero, after all.” He said before giving her a wink.

“Well, thank you. I just hope I didn’t say anything too embarrassing.” Lord knows the things that could’ve possibly came out her mouth

There was a slight pause from Jack like he was thinking things over. Maryse would’ve mentioned it if a wave of dizziness didn’t hit her.

“…nothing embarrassing I promise.”

“Good.” Maryse said and rested her head on the counter. “I’m never drinking again” she mumbled.

All she could hear was Jack’s laughter and cabinets opening and closing. Seconds later, she could feel him nudging her in the arm.

“Here, drink some water.” Taking it thankfully, Maryse drowned the water. Shaking her head when he asked if she wanted more.

“Since we were already going to hang out today, how about I quickly get ready and then I can take you back to your Airbnb and then we can go get lunch?” Jack suggested

Maryse lifted her head. “You still want to hang out with me after last night?” She had just made a fool out of herself, again in front of this man.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I?” Jack asked before leaving the room to get ready.

Couple hours later Jack and Maryse were off to West Hollywood to grab some lunch. Jack claimed this cafe was the best cure for her hangover.

“No way, you ordered pineapple pizza in front of me. I don’t think we can hang out anymore!” Maryse said to him jokingly.

“Oh no you’re one of them?!”

“What’s that supposed to mean?!”

They were sitting across from each other, Jack leaned in closer to her. “You’re one of those people who gatekeep what to put on pizza.”

All Maryse could do was scuff at him, and roll her eyes. “You’re literally so white.”

It was Jack’s turn to scuff. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“Nothing, I felt the need to remind you. But fruit does not belong on pizza! You do know you’re mixing fruit with tomato sauce.”

“It’s healthy for you!” Jack exclaimed

All Maryse could do was simply laugh at his silliness. “Oh please wise one, I’d love to see you explain how it’s healthy.” She said leaning back in her chair, arms crossed with one eyebrow raised.

“Alright fine, pineapple is a good source of vitamin c…”

“Uh huh”

“And according to nutritionists” Maryse quickly cut him off. “Which nutritionist? Name them.”

“Stop interrupting me! Like I was saying, nutritionists say that yellow vegetables or fruits prevent you from getting colon cancer…”

“What a load of nonsense!”

Maryse’s face hurt from laughing so hard, seeing her laugh was making Jack laugh as well. Anyone watching them would’ve thought the two were on a date with the way they leaned into each other as they spoke. As their pizza came and went they stayed tucked away in the corner of the cafe with Maryse eventually moving to sit next to him in the booth.

“So how many instruments can you actually play?” Jack asked her curiously.

Maryse started counting on her fingers trying to figure out how many she could play. “Piano, drums, and the guitar; electric, bass, & acoustic.”

Jack’s eyes widened, shocked that she said that so casually. He was impressed and made sure to tell her so.

“That’s insane, how did you have the time to learn all of them?” Jack asked. The only instrument he could play was the recorder and he only knew one song which was hot cross buns.

“Remember I told you how my dad taught guitar and that my mom was a music teacher?” Jack nodded and Maryse continued. “I didn’t learn the drums until I was much older but playing guitar is part of who I am. I remember watching my dad teach others how to play and thinking how freaking cool he looked. I wanted to be just like him so I begged him to teach me. The rest is history as they say.”

“Wow, I’m sitting next to a rock star!” Jack exclaimed.

Maryse laughed at that. “Damn right you are.”

For the first time since they got to the cafe there was a moment of silence. The silence was thankfully comfortable as the two stared into each other's eyes. Maryse was the first to break eye contact when her phone vibrated from a text from her producer and flashed the time.

Maryse gave him an apologetic smile before reading his text. Apparently they cooked up a fire beat that they needed her to listen to asap. Maryse sighed while reading it, not wanting to end her day with Jack so soon.

Hearing her sigh, Jack asked what’s wrong. “They just need me at the studio, right now. To be honest, I really don’t want to end our day together.”

Jack was happy to hear that she was having as much fun as he was hanging out with her. “I don’t either, but we’re both going to be in LA for a while working on our albums so I’ll see you soon.” He said as they both stood up to leave the cafe.

As they were walking out to Jack’s car, Maryse noticed a few paparazzi across the street taking photos, she rolled her eyes at the sight. Paying attention to them and not where she was going, Maryse ended up tripping over her own feet just a little. Looking up hoping no one noticed, she looked over and saw Jack holding in his laughter.

“It’s not funny!” Maryse told him with a laugh of her own, before giving him a light shove. Jack could only laugh harder.

Maryse hopped in as Jack held the door open for her. The pair rode in comfortable silence to the studio. She couldn’t help but look over and watch Jack as he drove. There was something unbelievably sexy about a man driving. The side profile, the look of concentration, driving with one hand…it was almost too much for Maryse.

From the corner of his eye, Jack could see Maryse watching him with an expression he had never seen on her before. Like she was in awe of him.

“What?” He questioned. Jack watched as she shook her head a little, and gave him a shy, almost embarrassed smile.

“Oh, Nothing.” Before looking out her window.

Once they arrived at the studio, Jack came around to open the door for Maryse. They both stood in front of each other, trying to find ways to kill time so they didn’t have to leave one another.

“I guess I should head inside before they start looking for me.” Maryse says with a sad smile. Jack nodded before wrapping his arms around her and holding her tight against his chest. If Maryse could stay in his arms forever she would. The hug lasted longer than it should’ve but they finally pulled away. Jack with a hand still on her arm he said. “I’ll call you later, ok?” There was a slight pause before Jack bent down to her height and placed a kiss on Maryse’s cheek, dangerously close to her mouth.

Shocked, Maryse tried not to gasp at the spark the simple kiss sent through her. After pulling away, Maryse waved bye and before walking towards the entrance of the studio. She had to get away so she could freak out privately.

Once she got to the door she turned back around, happy to see Jack still there watching her. He was leaning against his car with his hands in his pockets. Maryse gave him another wave which he returned and walked inside.

Feeling giddy after that kiss, Maryse let out a quiet squeal and skipped a little down the hall not realizing Jack was watching with a smile on his face.

JACKHARLOW

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v3nusxsky · 11 months

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I'm ill at the moment so I was wondering if you could do a lesso or larissa (your choice) where r is sick and tries to hide it by still teaching but the other notices and looks after them

Let me look after you| h&c

*Authors note~ I hope this provides some comfort for anyone who needs it, it's providing me comfort by writing it. Dt ~ rip ems🥺🤭*

Trigger warnings~ sick r mentions of being sick

Prompt~see ask.^^^^^

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You hate being sick, that's a fact. But this time it was even worse because you couldn't find your special bear. You normally kept him on the shelf by your bed but you'd not been able to find him for the last week. It didn't bother you so much when you were feeling okay. But now you were sick you would be lying to say you didn't want to curl up into bed with him and sleep the aches and pains away.

Instead you decided to push through the pain, you woke up after Larissa left for her office, with coughs that were wrecking your lungs so much so you thought they'd collapse. Your nose running like a facet and your head pounding as if it was being beaten with a spiked bat. You tried to shift into a sitting position as your aching muscles protested your vision started to blur. How on earth did you think you'd get through the rest of the day?

You knew if Larissa knew you were sick she'd excuse you and herself from classes and work and she'd take care of you. But you don't like being sick and inconveniencing people especially Larissa. She loves her job and she is amazing at it, you know of the stress it brings so why would you bother her with a silly little cold?

You somehow dragged yourself from the sheets sipped on water and took some medicine for the symptoms, stuffing your pockets off tissues you set off for your class. Thankfully most had mid exams so you'd not have to worry about your scratchy throat being overused too much. You'd only got through one period and you felt like death warmed up. You were pretty sure you'd have no voice at the end of the day even with the minimal talking you were doing.

Your dry crackly cough was screwing with Wednesdays concentration, a quick glance around the room showed many other students shooting you concerned looks. So of course Wednesday had to be the one to abruptly leave the classroom before you could even finish your fit of coughing.

Larissa knew you were stubborn but to think of you struggling to work in your condition made her heart constrict at Wednesdays words. Despite her monotone voice and lack of facial expression, Larissa knew Wednesday was also concerned for your health. The young Addams seem to have a soft spot for you so she thanked her and went on her way to find you.

The class ended and students left before you collapsed taking in the papers, the sickness now raging on with a fever that was borderline dangerous. That's how Larissa found you. "Darling? Oh god my love you have to stop being so stubborn"she murmured scooping up your collapsed body. She gently carried you to your joint bedroom before sending a quick email to others letting them know you needed covering and Larissa would be working from "home."

You began to stir moaning in pain as you felt the uncomfortable heat of your fever raging on. "Ris" you whimpered before your eyes were even open. "I'm here darling can I take your temperature?" You whimpered allowing her to touch your forehead. "Darling, it's much to high let's go cool you off, get some medicine for you and you can sleep all cuddled up with me. How does that sound love?" Larissa didn't even wait for your sleepy hum of approval before getting you a cool bath and some medicine to fight the illness.

She was careful but quick and it wasn't long before you were cuddled up on her chest in one of her big t shirts that she would always deny owning if asked. "Mmm sorry mm sick" you whimpered only to be hushed by the blonde. "Hush sweetheart, sleep now okay?" You immediately clung to her in your feverish haze, "stay." Larissa couldn't help but chuckle, "of course darling, I'm here now rest."

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The Woods (3/?)

Wanda Maximoff x GN! Reader

Warnings: angst. Death. Blood.

18+ MINORS DNI

A little over a year ago

Nat looked over at Y/N who stood there holding Wanda. Anger and hatred flashed through her eyes before she stormed towards the two.

"You!" She hit them as Wanda stepped away. "You did this!"

"Nat." Wanda tried as Y/N just let her hit them. Knowing she was in pain.

"You're a murderer." She yelled as she hit their chest over and over again.

"It wasn't me Nat." They told her as she continued to hit them repeatedly. "I would never hurt you or Maria." They told her. When she started to get worn out, Y/N wrapped their arms around her. Allowing her to cry.

"If it wasn't you or us, who was it?" Wanda questioned as Y/N looked passed Wanda to see Tony stood down the hall. Well what they had thought was Tony.

"We're all going to go." Clint drew their attention to Laura and himself as they had their luggage in their hands.

"Where's Tony and Pepper?" Y/N questioned as they looked back down the hall to see it in darkness.

"They were downstairs last we saw them." Laura answered as Y/N nodded. Nat went to stand beside Wanda as Y/N went towards the darkness, where they thought they saw Tony.

"The stairs are this way." Wanda told them as Y/N turned back to look at her.

"Get to the cars, I'll get Tony and Pepper." They told them with a smile.

"Not on your own." Wanda said as they smiled at her, cupping her cheeks.

"Nat is going with you to the car." They told her. "Don't let her out of your sight."

"What about Maria?" Nat asked as Y/N smiled at her.

"I'll bring her out." They told her before dissapearing to find Tony and Pepper as the others made their way downstairs.

Present

Laura lay in the hospital bed, the tubes still down her throat as the machines helped her breath. She was the only one who would be able to clear Nat's name. Especially since no one could take Wanda's word, since she had lost both Y/N and the baby. Everyone claimed her to be delirious and thought that Nat was just agreeing to her story to stay in the clear.

Steve visited her as often as he could with the kids. Hoping that she would wake and clear everything up. But one could only wish.

"We still need Laura's account of things." Jennifer told Nat as she scoffed.

"How could I kill five people and hurt two of my best friends?" She questioned. "I loved them, all of them."

"I know Nat but the judge needs a solid statement from someone who isn't either mentally ill or just playing on their friend's account of things in hopes of getting out of a life sentence." Jennifer told her as Nat shook her head. Tears running down her face.

A little over a year ago

Everyone made their way downstairs to find Pepper stood in the living room. Her eyes widened when she noticed the blood on Nat's hands.

"What happened?" She gasped as she watched everyone head to the door.

"We're leaving." Clint stated as he tried the door.

"Is it locked?" Laura questioned as he shook his head.

"No. It just won't open." He groaned as he tried again. Wanda stood closer to Nat as Y/N looked around upstairs for Tony. When they came up empty, they went back to Maria and wrapped her in the comforter and carried her downstairs.

"Is Tony down here?" They questioned as they placed her down on the sofa.

"No." Pepper answered just before the power went out. "Seriously? I am going to kill him." She groaned as the only light they saw was what was shining through the windows, and that wasn't much.

"Are you ok?" Y/N asked Wanda as they cupped her face.

"I guess so." She whispered. "But the door won't open so we can't leave."

"Did you try the back door?" They questioned as everyone shook their head no. They grabbed Maria and carried her with everyone on their heels. Stopping just as they saw a figure stand infront of the door. "Tony? We've been looking for you everywhere." They stepped forward as the rest remained frozen. "Come on, open the door. We're leaving."

"Nobody." He growled, his voice sounding sinister. "Is leaving."

"We are bud." They said. "Look I am literally carrying our dead friend, Nat's wife."

"Nobody. Leaves." He growled once more before disappearing once more.

"How did he?" Laura questioned as Y/N shrugged.

"I don't know." They whispered before placing Maria down. "But we need to get out of here and I will be damned if my kids don't have at least one of their parents to raise them." Y/N went straight into the kitchen. Grabbing a few knives and the axe from beside the door. A lantern, lighting it so that they had some illumination.

"What is going on?" Pepper questioned as she held onto Laura. Clint was lost in thought as Y/N handed the knives to Nat, Clint and Laura.

"I think there is something evil about this place." Clint stated.

"No shit." Y/N mumbled as they held the axe as Wanda had the lantern.

"No. I remember my dad telling me about this cabin up in Alaska." He started, Y/N held onto Wanda as Nat remained the other side of her. "A group of people went out there for a weekend, and only a couple survived."

"How do you know this?" Y/N asked him curiously.

"My dad was one of the survivors, along with his girlfriend at the time." He told them. Everyone just listened as he told them about it.

"So what you're saying is that this is some sort of possession." Pepper questioned unsurely. "And Tony has been possessed."

"That is exactly what I'm saying." He told her. "It explains everything. Why we can't open the door. Maria and Tony."

"It does seem like the most rational idea other than Tony being a homocidal maniac." Y/N backed him up. Wanda gripped onto them tighter.

"So what should we do?" Laura asked.

"Wait it out." Clint told them. "Is their salt?" He questioned.

"How are we supposed to wait it out?" Wanda questioned.

"When the sun came up was when my dad made a run for it." He told them.

"Why don't we just smash a window?" Nat questioned.

"Wanda can't climb." Y/N stated with raised brows.

"I think I would make an exception." Wanda whispered.

"Ok then." Y/N walked towards the window at the front of the cabin. Raising the axe ready to smash the window as the other's watched. When the axe came into contact, Tony had reappeared behind them. All they could hear was the screams as he stabbed them repeatedly in the side.

Present

"I had to watch as they died." Wanda whispered as her doctor sat before her. "They were trying to get us out and they got stabbed. If it wasn't for Clint, I wouldn't have gotten a proper goodbye."

"I'm so sorry Wanda." They spoke tenderly.

"Me too." She wiped her eyes dry. "I just, I hate them for agreeing to go for that weekend away, but also seeing what else is out there. It's eye opening."

"So you think there was some sort of possession taking over Tony?" They questioned as Wanda nodded.

"Yes." She told them. "On a normal day, he wouldn't be able to take on Y/N or Clint. Hell, even Natasha could kick Tony's ass."

"How do you feel about Natasha's whereabouts?" They questioned as Wanda just scoffed.

"It's rediculous. Her wife was murdered first. She and Y/N were like siblings." Wanda stated. "Natasha wouldn't be able to hurt anyone like that, she is too pure." With that, Wanda was sent back to her room where she lay in her bed. Playing with Y/N's wedding ring which she wears around her neck. Wanting to keep them close.

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Lesson Fourteen

Loki continues to try and keep you apart, thinking your feelings have only hindered your chances at freedom. As Thor attempts to get to the bottom of the rift between you, you find the emotional turmoil is having an odd effect on your magic...

**MASTERLIST HERE** Pairing: Soft!Dom!Loki x F!Reader Content Warnings: smut, extensive mentions of death, euthanasia, and death-related philosophy, some dark content (though the characters won't be), exile, moodiness, smut, kinks of various flavors (look for specific chapter warnings), trauma and mental illness, reader is a captive, reader has a body count

“Do you not have some tonic for the old man?” asked Thor, looking a little panicked as Katja calmed Ivar after another coughing spasming incapacitated him, forcing him to sit on the edge of the bed he’d just finished making up for the God of Thunder.

Katja shrugged. “By the time I fetch it, it usually passes.”

Ivar nodded wordlessly, his heaving breaths the only noise coming from him.

Loki stood in the corner of the room, learning against the wall with his ankles crossed, a casual pose clashing against his demeanor, which was uncomfortable at best and radiated bitterness. Thor looked back at him, frowned, and nodded to Ivar.

“I thank you for the hospitality,” Thor responded, “I may not be your Prince anymore, but I assure you that I will seek a way to repay you both for the kindness.”

“Then we will leave you now,” Katja said, bidding them a brief goodnight before helping Ivar to his feet. It took him several moments just to leave the room.

Loki sighed with concern for the elderly Asgardian. Perhaps he isn’t long for this world--

“--Loki,” Thor said sternly as soon as the door was closed, “What is going on?”

He shrugged and lightened his volume in a sad attempt to sound ignorant. “I don't know what you’re talking about.”

“Is there something more than just attacks going on here?” his brother asked. “I may not be as sharp with the ability to notice details as you are, but I felt much tension between you and Y/N today downstairs.”

“Tension!” Loki spat, scoffing and pushing off the wall, pacing in front of the bed. “You’re absolutely wrong, you know.”

Shaking his head with a smile. “Oh, brother dear, you’re so deeply in love I think it’s even missed your sensibilities! Every time she made noises in the kitchen, you perked your head up like an hound scenting his prey! She looked like she wanted to sit in your lap all afternoon! And…by Norns…looking at you now…you’ve made love to her, too…”

He teasingly winked and added after a pause: “Good for you!”

Loki gritted his teeth and turned to the wall. “I thought I was just keeping her close,” he finally began to defend himself. “So that she’d feel comfortable with me.”

Thor cocked his head to the side. “Most people can do that without sex!” But he stopped his lighthearted teasing when he saw how it was affecting Loki. “But it did more to your heart than hers?”

Loki shook his head. “I think Freyja has whispered in both of our ears. The only difference is that Y/N had the courage to confess it.”

Thor’s eyes widened. “You haven’t told her how you feel?”

“Well, look at everything going on around us!” Loki suddenly barked, breaking the dam at last and letting all of his words spill into the room at once. “A monstrous group of fanatic sheep are trying to complete the genocide of our people, with only a bitchy she-king, an untrained death mage, and a former aid to that very genocide--”

“--stop it--”

“--constantly threatening us from our own doorstep! Meanwhile, the Fury is breathing down our backs with execution if we fail to not only quell the threat but fail to bring our reaper friend into line, which, in my mind--which happens to be VERY sharp!--somewhat contradicts the order of defending the village, doesn’t it? All while I can’t stand to tear my eyes from her when she isn’t looking back at me! She depends on me for guidance, and my Norns her hair shines in the sun like a mirror, every word she speaks is for my benefit, and it sickens me to think how beneath me I am, and how little she suspects that the only reason that this village and it’s people are no longer living in luxury on Asgard is--”

“--Loki!” Thor put a firm hand on his brother’s shoulder to stop his pacing and venomous train of thought. His naturally-strong grip nearly bruised Loki’s shoulder. “I’ve told you already, it was determined by the Uhn that you were not ultimately at fault!”

“By the what?” Loki asked quietly.

“Huh?”

“You said ‘by the Uhn’?”

“The council in New York? The big building with the flags where they formally gave you clemency?”

Loki couldn’t help but chuckle and roll his eyes. “The U-N. United Nations, brother.”

Thor smiled and laughed at his own silliness. “Now there’s the Loki I remember before it all.”

“Before it all began…” Loki repeated, summoning memories before Thor was tempted to attack Jotunheim many years ago. “...the careless days of our youth are over.”

The God of Thunder nodded in agreement. “Doesn’t mean adventures still don't await us. They just take a different shape!”

“Such as?”

Thor shrugged. “Well, once I go back to New York, I was thinking of going off into space for a bit. There’s a group of travelers who have one human among them. I’m not sure how effective they are at guarding galaxies, but the human man wants more muscle on his team. They were at S.H.I.E.L.D. recently reporting some minor threat that turned out to simply be the man hallucinating on the Asgardian mead I gave him. I sometimes forget that Midgardian livers can’t stand up to our liquors!”

Loki sank onto the bed. “You’re leaving?”

Thor sat beside him. “You sound like a child being sent to boarding school. It’s an adventure! I’ll always come back.”

The trickster twisted his lip. “I suppose you are about to say that Y/N is my next adventure?”

Thor rolled his eyes. “I’m not entirely made of cliches, brother! But…yes.”

His little brother was quiet for a moment. “Very well. I’ll speak to her and clear the air.”

The blonde was dissatisfied with the brief, cold answer, but he chose to accept it. “Good, now let’s both get some rest. We have a lot of work ahead of us once you both choose to see reason.”

“And what is ‘reason’ in this case, Thor?” Loki asked as he got up from the bed, headed to the doorway, and stood in the threshold another second. “Falling for someone who can end your life if she blinks at you with malice?”

He shook his head as he laid himself partially supine on the bed, kicking up his feet (boots still on) and folding his arms behind his head as he leaned against the pillows. “I bet it adds to the thrills in the bedroom!” he jested with a wink.

The younger Prince sighed. “Thor, you’re a muscle-bound lout with a heart of gold and a brain of gruel. You fit more cliches than a romance novel.”

“Brunnhilde! I need help!” you moaned, walking into her training gym the following morning, so early that she herself was barely awake and ready to warm up.

“What is it?” she replied with a groan of equal negativity. “I’m hungover.”

“When are you not hungover? Come on!” you said, exasperated, running up to her and grabbing her wrist with such strength even the strong Asgardian was yanked along with you.

Your heart was pounding painfully against your ribs in panic as you led the King to a vine growing along a trellis against the wall of her cabin. “Look!” You tried summoning your power, but nothing was forming. Desperately, you began attempting to find the energy inside to make your morbid mist reveal itself. You pushed, pulled, and cried out, but it was no use. Gripping the vine so tightly you nearly ripped the stem, and nothing was happening to the vine. “I can’t kill it! I can’t!”

Brunnhilde shrugged, looking annoyed but also amused at your distress. “Isn’t that a good thing? Isn’t that what we’ve been trying to do the whole time? To suppress it?”

You heard Loki’s rich, smooth voice in your mind, repeating the things he’d said about embracing who you were, including your powers.

“No,” you said, a realization finally hitting you after months of practice and meditation: your gifts were bound to every cell of your body. You were feeling lost, alone, and heartbroken. Perhaps it was like falling sick. Until whatever was happening between you was solved, it seemed that your magic was suppressed.

“I know what this is,” you added. “I need to speak to Loki--”

“--I’m listening.”

You looked, stunned, at Brunnhilde, whose voice changed drastically. A moment later, her form began to dissolve into Loki’s with green mist. “Her Worship is attending to matters down by the docks. I didn’t think you’d care to seek me out so quickly, but I know you have lessons with her this morning.”

You scoffed. “So quickly? It’s been four whole days since the funeral,” you said sharply. “You don’t think I’ve been waiting for you to come for me all this time?!”

Loki looked offended. “And you don't think I’ve been off attempting to make sense of all of this?”

“A good teacher would’ve told his student if he was planning to mess with her heart, Loki,” you said firmly. Suddenly, you felt your cheeks go hot and the first of the tears fall, so you quickly pivoted on your toes and made a break for the door. You knew you had to get out of there before you became any more vulnerable in front of him.

How dare he? How DARE he trick you so?

“Y/N! Please wait!” he called behind you, but you were much faster, at least in the moment. You were able to put a little distance between you by running up through the village and ducking behind a small shack.

As you held your hand to your chest, as if doing so could still your heart, you hyperventilated and began to blink down more tears, which seared the side of your face, leaving hot trails of emotion running down your cheeks. Your embarrassment at how you were seconds away from pouring your heart out, along with being startled by Loki’s trick

Loki was calling from further down the path, but another noise found its way to your ear first. It was the sound of sobbing, much higher and softer than yours, and it made you instantly still yourself in order to hear it with more clarity.

A child was sitting in an upright fetal position at the other end of the wall you leaned against, a young boy, sobbing into his knees. He took a minute to realize you were there. You knew Asgardians aged at a different rate than humans, but in Midgardian years, this child was easily no more than six.

“Are you okay?” you asked stupidly, realizing that if the kid was crying, clearly he wasn’t well.

He looked sadly and pointed down at his feet, where you finally noticed the corpse of a rather large cat, fluffy with brown and gray fur, an animal clearly built for the outdoors, or was before he died just now.

“That’s your cat?”

The boy nodded quietly. “Juni died.”

“I can see that. Was she sick?”

He shrugged bashfully. “She was..was…my best friend.”

Your entire heart went out to him at that moment. He clearly hadn’t braced himself for this moment, and a child of six shouldn’t have had to mourn the loss of his best friend alone.

I wish there was something I could do, you thought as you kneeled down in front of the boy, getting a better look at the dead cat. She looked much like one you knew from home.

Push!

A new voice commanded something in your ear, startling you and making you fall backwards onto the dirt.

The boy looked up again, this time confused and curious.

You looked again at the dead cat.

PUSH!

You had no idea who the voice was, but you were beginning to feel the energy under you from those buried under the soil throbbing as it pulsed up your legs and radiated around your body. The dead were encouraging you to act again, just as they had on the roof last week.

You brought your hands together and placed them on the cat’s head. Snapping your eyelids shut tightly, you began to hear the voices grow to a shout.

PUSH! GIVE YOURSELF! HARDER!

Obeying the voices, you concentrated on forcing all of your energy into your palms, as if preparing to inject life into the animal. The boy curled up onto his ankles to watch.

Your body went hot, pain shot up your skin like bolts of lightning, but thin as hypodermic needles. You screeched in agony as you trembled so violently that the boy, frightened, got to his feet and backed away several feet.

You could no longer see, darkness was all before you, but the electric heat finally wriggled free of your palm, and you felt a light so hot and a pulse so heavy hit you like a bomb, throwing you onto your back, all but unconscious.

“Juni!” cried the boy, his voice gleeful, indicating your success.

Suddenly, a wave of drunkenness fell over you. You couldn’t see anything but moving shapes and colors. Your sense of balance and strength was gone, and you’d developed an instant fever, causing the sweat to replace the trails on your face where tears had been moments ago. It was all you could do to begin to crawl away and try to find an adult before you passed out entirely.

You were able to make out a large pair of familiar black boots running toward you, and another voice (this time from above ground) calling out to you, distressed. “Y’N! Love! Y/N!”

You couldn’t make sense of English. Instead, you felt the vague sensation of being thrown over a hard, strong shoulder and carried away.

What felt like hours later, but was only about fifteen minutes, your brain began to recalibrate, and you found yourself lying on your back on the sofa back in the basement, just as Loki was pulling a blanket up to your chin, despite the late-spring warmth leaking in through the open window.

Thor came bounding in just as you blinked your eyes back into full focus. His was loud and brash, and Loki had to nearly check him back into the stairwell in order to stabilize him. “Too much,” he whispered, and Thor nodded gently, quickly calming down.

“I saw you carrying her!” he said.

“All is well, go back to chucking hammers with Her Worship,” Loki said quickly, putting up a defensive hand. “She needs quiet…and we have much to discuss once she wakes.”

“Alright then,” Thor replied, hanging his head and turning to go again.

Once Thor went back up the stairs and closed the door behind him, Loki turned back and knelt beside the sofa again as you stirred. “She’s already awake,” you said.

“I knew it, naturally. That’s why I got rid of Thor,” Loki answered, smiling gently and running a palm over your forehead, hot and damp with fever. “How are you feeling?”

You groaned lowly. Your head roared. “Like shit. Did you see--?”

Loki nodded. “Yes, and I was astounded. You never fail to amaze me.”

You shook your head. “Now, that’s a lie.”

He bit his lip awkwardly. “Maybe we should wait until you have some tea to discuss this.”

“No, I want to discuss it now,” you insisted, beginning to maneuver yourself into a sitting position. Loki aided you after you began struggling, much to your chagrin. Once you were propped against your pillows, you sighed. “I feel so heavy,” you added.

“You resurrected a creature more than four times the size of a field mouse,” your teacher informed you. “I’m surprised you are conscious.”

“They told me to,” you said softly.

“They?”

“The dead, the buried,” you said. “I know it makes me sound like a head case, Loki, but they told me to push and revive the cat.”

He nodded, taking a moment to absorb the new piece of information. “Now, we’re getting somewhere,” he whispered.

“What?”

He shook his head. “Perhaps we can talk about that later. For now, I was thinking we were going to sort out something else.”

Nodding, you frowned. “I’m not going to pretend what we’re doing isn’t incredibly dumb,” you said. “But so is going up against S.H.I.E.L.D. Loki, we need each other. Surely you feel that?”

You felt a wave of satisfaction soothe your headache as he nodded in the affirmative. “So what holds you back? Your past?”

Loki barely whispered, his natural baritone going even lower, “Yes.”

Rolling your eyes, you pulled an arm out from under the covers, laying it gently on his cheek. “None of it matters here with me. You know that.”

“But it isn’t just that,” he added. “Do you know how many times I’ve escaped and run away from death?”

“I’ve heard tales of you evading the Grim Reaper,” you answered.

“Well, try finding love in your primary enemy’s body,” he said. “Magic reacts not only within oneself, but to other magics around it. I’ve spent my entire life running, tricking, escaping the inevitable, that it’s like attempting to bring two magnets together at the same pole,” he explained. “To love you is not possible, and yet here I am…”

“So, it’s a case of your heart saying yes, but your body saying no,” you stated as you ran a thumb briefly over Loki’s lip. He swiftly scooped your hand into his and raised your knuckles to his lips. The small-yet-sweeping gesture made your heart flutter.

He smiled. “Yes. That is what is causing my aversion. You’re very intuitive.”

“And how do we quell it so we can be together?” you asked.

Loki stifled another sad sigh. “I’m afraid it can’t--”

“--Y/N?” a steady-yet-soft voice called from the door, which you hadn’t noticed had been opened. It was Katja. She looked pale and sorrowful, but didn’t step further into the basement, as if time was of the essence.

“What is it?” you asked, perking up at her presence.

“It’s Ivar,” she said sadly.

Loki’s shoulders dropped. “What is it?”

“It’s…it’s his time, but he lingers,” Katja informed you quickly. “He’s asked for you, Y/N.”

“Me? Why me?” you asked, confused and instantly hit with another wall of sadness at the news.

Clearly, Loki had put two-and-two together instantly. “May we have just a moment?” Katja gave Loki a nod and went back upstairs without answering you.

Loki squeezed your hand, looking like a stoic face attempting to mask oncoming bad news.

Your questions got more frantic, more anxious as you threw off the blanket and set your feet on the floor, the quick movement sending your brain into a fuzz. Loki firmly put a hand on your shoulder and pushed back, so that at the very least you were lying against the back of the sofa.

“You won’t be going anywhere until you can handle yourself,” he said sternly, Professor Loki appearing for the first time in a while, making other parts of your body begin to flutter in sync with your racing heart.

“But What did she mean? Ivar is dying? He wants to say goodbye?”

He looked at you with tender, protective concern, as well as regret at his new task of informing you of your assignment: “I believe he is asking for your services, my dear.”

“My services? What services?”

Then it hit you.

“No.”

“He needs it.”

“No!”

“Y/N, he is languishing!”

“NO! LOKI, DON’T MAKE ME DO IT! PLEASE!!” You shrieked, covering your face with your hands. The instability of your emotional state had brought back your magic, and it was thickly rotating around your hands and arms. Of all the times and ways for it to return! Now there’s no excuse…

Loki fell onto the sofa beside you, scooping you against his chest, rocking you gently back and forth and running fingers through your hair as you repeatedly chanted “No! I won’t kill him! No!” knowing perfectly well that no matter how hard you protested, you would be upstairs in moments, making your first house call, bringing Ivar to his permanent rest.

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stainedstardom · 1 year

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okay so i have kind of a specific request sort of for a riley-weathers reader x chad meeks martin. it could he like a list of hc or maybe like him comforting them when they realize their mom was attacked or after deweys death

i love this one more then life

IM NOT GOING ANYWHERE

chad meeks martin x fem!reader

losing your dad was hard, seeing him die was harder, knowing that it was someone you knew was harder, the only person who was there for you when it happened was chad. your mom had faded into pain and sadness but you didn't blame her.

she had lost so many people to ghostface and these killings which she hated. she couldn't let it happen to you, you were young, well you were 17 but you were her daughter.

you sat with chad in your room as you watched tv. your head rested on his chest as his fingers played with yours and you sighed happily. you hadn't felt this calm in a while and it felt nice.

"you okay?" he asked as he looked down at you. you looked up at him and he smiled

"yeah i feel pretty good" you told the man and he leaned down as he kissed your forehead, your phone rang and you paused the movie as you saw it was your mom

"its mom" you told him and you got up as you walked away to answer it. you did that everytime , privacy was the best possible thing for you.

"hey mom whats up?" you asked and you heard her panting

"y/n" she began

"hey mom whats going on are you okay?" you asked and you heard her scream before you heard a robotic voice

"oh poor y/n, i guess youre an orphan now" they said

"NO NO YOU STAY AWAY FROM MY MOM, YOU SICK FUCK" you yelled and chad shot up from your bed as he ran over. you looked at him

"im sorry y/n but i just cant do that" they exclaimed and the phone cut off leaving you in fear and wonder. you turned to chad and stared into his eyes

"they got my mom, they attacked her" you told him and he wrapped his arms around you as he pulled you in and you cried as hard as you could.

"im right here" he told you and then your phone rang again. you picked it up to see mindy calling

"y/n, your mom is at the hospital, shes bleeding pretty bad but she told me to call you" she said panting

"ill be there soon" you told the girl and you grabbed your bag as chad nodded. you ran to the car and drove to the hospital, you got to the front desk and looked at the women

"gale weathers, what her room?" you asked

"your relation?" she asked

"im her daughter, here's my id" you handed it to her and she looked it over before she nodded

"Room 230," she told you and you took back your id as you ran to the elevator and got in with chad.

"im scared, what if she's not okay?" you asked and he grabbed your hand as he turned you and put his hand on your cheek. you leaned into his touch and he smiled sadly.

"Whatever happens, im not going anywhere. im right here" he stated and he nudged your nose with his before the door opened and you walked out together.

you walked to room 230 and saw your mom , iv in her arm and she was asleep. the light was off and you turned to chad.

"thank you for being her" you said and he nodded as he leaned down and kissed you making you kiss him back. you both sighed calmly before you pulled away, he stood behind you and you leaned your head on his chest as you looked at your mom.

"anytime baby, anytime" he stated as he kissed the top of your head and you smiled.

he meant it, he would be there, he wasn't going anywhere

A/N: my heart i cant take this anymore omg

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pandor-uhhh · 1 year

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Grieving Apologies 2

Tsu'tey x avatar reader

Warnings: illness (nothing serious), crying, reference to death, Neytiri gets mad at Tsu’tey, mentions of blood and near death, use of “y/n”, this kinda long I may have gotten carried away

Description: A visit to Ronal reveals you have the option to leave your mate. But late night memories make it hard for you to choose.

REVISIONS IN PROGRESS!!!:

This series is currently being rewritten to improve its quality and overall plot, please keep that in mind as you read.

Notes: I was not expecting the first part to do so well, thank you so much you guys. I might make this a small series, if so the name might change for each new part. Also, I had someone ask me to tag them in this, so if you want to be added to a tag list just ask or comment it. There will be a new section in my rules for that.

Part 1 | part 2 (you're here) | Part 3 | Part 4

It had been three days since the incident with Tsu’tey, since your public breakdown. You were humiliated after returning back with Tsu’tey, making a bee line for your marui.

Most of the people who had been witness to it either didn’t say anything or they asked if you were okay. You appreciated the concern, but also just wanted people to forget.

You and Tsu’tey hadn’t talked either, at least not a real conversation. The closest thing you had was when he told you to get on his ikran so you could head back to the village, aside from that you had not said a word to each other.

Neytiri had caught wind of what had happened, and when you returned she was by your side. You felt like shit, making the whole village bare witness to your issues with your mate, being checked up on by a woman who just lost her son when she should be the one being check up on, and then there was-

“Drink” Neytiri handed you a cup of tea meant to soothe your cough. The morning you and Tsu’tey returned you began feeling under the weather, you had assumed it was just still your mind but then you started coughing.

Neytiri told you everyday to go see Ronal so she could help you, you would always just roll over in bed saying you would the next day.

You finished your tea, but your coughing remained. Neytiri put a hand to your forehead, but felt no abnormal warmth.

“Neytiri, you should go back to your Jake and the kids-” “-don’t” Neytiri cut you off, she almost looked offended. “You are just as much family as they are” she stated, you sighed.

“I don’t think I will be for much-” you were cut off again, this time by the heavy footsteps of Tsu’tey. You looked away from him, your outburst had affected him too, some of the villagers had gone up to him asking what happened, you felt like shit because of it.

Neither of you even look at eachother, Neytiri got up and smacked him on the shoulder, he turned his head calmly to her.

“Your mate is sick, they need you here! Where have you been?!” She asked the last part through gritted teeth

“Hunting” was all he said before turning to the side of the room his stuff was on, “hunting?” Neytiri questioned, as if she was hearing him wrong. “Your mate is sick, and you are out hunting?!” She was pissed “have you no shame?!”.

Tsu’tey stopped what he was doing after that, he opened his mouth like he was going to say something, but closed it and walked right back out of the marui.

“You are acting like a child!” Neytiri yelled, she looked at you and pulled you up to your feet. You looked at her, confused “where are we going?” You questioned as she pulled you along.

Neytiri didn’t answer you, and soon you were standing outside the marui Ronal makes medicine in. “No, ‘Tiri, I’m fine-” before you could finished your sentence you were shoved inside.

Ronal looked up, and motioned you to come in. Neytiri was not far behind, you greeted Ronal with a small nod. “Come, sit” was all she said before taking things off shelves, you did as she said. “Neytiri says you are ill” it was more of a statement than a question, “it’s only a cough” you tried to deflect. You could’ve swore you heard the equivalent of a scoff from her, you decided it might be better to just be quiet and let her treat you.

Rushed footsteps could be heard, the source of them being Tsireya who had just run around the corner. She was panting, and looked like she had been in the water recently as her hair was wet, “you’re late” Ronal seethed. Tsireya’s ears went back, “sorry, mother, I lost track of time”

Ronal handed her daughter a strip of cloth “tie up their hair” she said motioning to you, you would’ve protested but that hadn’t ended well last time. Tsireya kneeled behind you and pulled your hair back, Ronal kneeled beside you and started putting some sort of petroleum-jelly-like substance on your chest. Ronal also handed you a small jar “put this on at night and the cough should be gone in three days” she also lit something that looked like incense. Ronal made me stay while she prayed to Eywa for a fast recovery, after that you sat in silence.

“It’s not uncommon for people to feel ill when they feel disconnected from their mates” Tsireya whispered to you, “quite Tsiereya!” Ronal scolded the young girl. “No!” you yelled, to Ronal, part of you was shocked you had the gull to yell at Ronal “I want to hear what she has to say” you added. Tsireya looked to her mother for approval, Ronal sighed but nodded.

Tsireya got up and kneeled in front of you “it is not uncommon for people to say that their mates… change, over time” the girl explained, your brows knitted together. “Change?” You question, “did you not say yourself that your mate's attitude has changed towards you?” she added. You sighed “you heard me?” “Tonowari did” Ronal spoke up, putting things back in their place on the shelf.

Ronal turned to you “he talked to us about it, because those wanting to leave their mates are often worried they cannot, not without dishonoring Eywa” she looked at you with what could only be described as pity “but, you can” Tsireya put a hand to your shoulder “it is more complicated if you have children, but since you have none-” “-enough from you gir!” Ronal snapped “leave!” Tsireya got up to leave.

“She’s right” both Ronal and her daughter looked at you as you spoke, you looked up at them, eyes full of tears. “Maybe it is best, maybe…” You turn to Neytiri, hoping she would tell you that you and Tsu’tey still had a chance, but she looked at you and nodded. You sighed “...maybe it’s too late for us to try again” you put your head in your hand and cried, Tsireya hugged.

“I’m sorry” she cried “I’m so sorry” Ronal put a hand on her daughters shoulder and gently guided her out, and covered the entrance with the cloth above it. She turned back to you, kneeling in front of you she put a hand to your shoulder. “Take your time, and come see me with Tsu’tey when you’re ready”, Neytiri helped you up and out the door.

The walk home was silent, she guided you to your bed. Making sure you had the gel on your chest still, then she left, you laid there unable to sleep despite the fact it was dark. You cried and closed your eyes, desperate for a reason to stay with the man you had loved since you had come to pandora.

*and past memories came flooding back to you*

After the war you remember running through the hordes of injured na'vi, desperately looking for one in particular. You had tears in your eyes, turning some Na’vi over and finding them dead. You dropped to your knees letting go of your bow “Tsu’tey!” You called out, desperately wanting to hear his voice. You heard a yell, and ran over to that source of the sound. Finding your love with bullet holes littering his body and blood all around him, “no!” You screamed, you pressed the communicator on your neck “Jake, ‘Tiri, someone please help!” You cried.

“(Y/n), what’s wrong?” Jake had thought you were gone after seeing your ikran go down, you cried “it’s Tsu’tey, he needs help!” You screamed. Jake immediately got on his ikran with Neytiri “we’re on our way, just hold on!”, you nodded and gently placed Tsu’tey’s head in your lap. You pressed on the bullet wounds, trying to stop the bleeding. He coughed up some blood and tried to reach up to you, you took his hand in yours. “Hold on, tiyawn, Jake and ‘Tiri are on their way” you let go of his hand to brush some hair out of his face.

He began closing his eyes and you shook your head “no, no, no, stay with me!” you sobbed, shaking him lightly. You heard Jake and Neytiri land behind you, you had started doing compressions on his chest.

"please, please don’t take him from me!” You cried, Neytiri pulled you off him so Jake could carry him to his ikran. You sobbed loudly as Neytiri cried with you “please Great Mother, don’t take him, I’ll do anything!” Jake threw you over his shoulder and put you on the Ikran, Neytiri held onto Tsu’tey as you flew back to camp.

Neytiri ran to her mother carrying Tsu’tey “please help him!” She begged, they carried him to the tent. You cried, you had seen so many enter that same tent but few left still living, despite Mo'at's best ability. Jake hugged you, apologizing feeling this was all his fault.

Neytiri came out motioning you to come inside, you ran in and saw Tsu’tey coughing up more blood. Most of his chest was covered with blood, it looked like he had already died and come back as a vengeful corpse. Neytiri grabbed your hand and put them on his chest while she and her mother ran trying to collect what they needed to save this life.

Tsu’tey brought his hand up to hold yours again, trying to say your name. You shook your head “don’t talk, you don’t need to talk” you held his hand tight “fight, ‘Tey, fight for me” you brought his hand up to kiss his knuckles. Mo’at began rubbing a salve on his wounds, and you pulled away so Neytiri could wrap them. Tsu’tey chanted your name out “I’m here, baby, I’m right here” Mo’at began praying over him. Neytiri pulled you back over to Tsu'tey when she was done.

He grabbed onto your wrists acting as if he let you go again you would vanish. You looked in this eyes, which didn’t leave yours. Mo’at finished her prayer, “we have done all we can” she stated “it lies in Eywa’s hands”

Neytiri and Mo’at left to give you space, you rested your head on his chest. Half your face had some of his blood on it, but you didn’t care. All that mattered to you was hearing his heartbeat. The thumping of his heart was a relief every time you heard it, more beautiful than any song or poem. You fell asleep like that, never wanting to leave his side again

*you reopen your eyes*

And saw the man you begged Eywa to save standing with his back turned, tending to the fire. There was some kind of meat cooking above it, and he took some. When you noticed him begin to turn and closed your eyes again, there was a brief silence. Then you heard him sigh, you felt him kiss your shoulder, then rest his forehead on yours.

You wanted to open your eyes and return his affection, but the moment the thought entered your head he pulled away. After a moment he shook you and your eyes snapped open, he said nothing to you, but there was food.

By the time you sat up he was gone.

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writer-zie · 9 months

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Once More.

GENRE: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff.

Pairing: Ji Cheong-Sin x fem!Reader

Summary: You were Cheong-Sin's girlfriend before the accident. As you sink into despair, a knock on the door pulls you from death's arms.

WARNINGS: Attempted Suicide, Mentions of Suicide, Self-Neglect, Grief, Suggestive content at the end.

A/N: The amount of Cheong-Sin content in this fandom is like almost zero, so I decided to be the change I want to see in the world and wrote it. Hope you enjoy!

No use of Y/N or L/N, I replaced it with Yeong-Nae(the initials are Y-N) and Lee-Nam(initials are L-N)

Also Cheong-Sin calls you Nae Sarang and Naekkeo meaning "My love" and "mine/my sweetheart".

WORD COUNT: 1,683

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When Cheong-Sin disappeared, you fell apart. You had no idea what could've happened to him. First, his cruel adopted father died, which you could be somewhat glad about. He treated him like he was trash, disposable, nothing more than an asset. So, when he died, you expected him to be sunny, cheerful, or at least less serious, but no. He was happy, but not in the "I'm free from my oppressor" way.

He was happy in the "I've just killed someone" way. Even his eyes didn't seem right. When he'd cup your face in his hands, and look into your eyes, something was off.

You swore you'd seen a flash of red there at some point. When he had pulled away from kissing your neck, you could've sworn his pupils had stretched out, like a snake's.

However, over the next few days, that stopped, and he had gone back to normal. No scary moments. He did seem slightly more...intense than usual though.

But then the murders started. Brutal ones, silent ones, unimportant and important people were dying all around. You urged him to stay home, for fear he'd fall victim to this violent killer. He didn't.

You got more and more worried, as more and more murders happened, and suddenly, he disappeared. Gone. No trace.

His phone went to voicemail, and he had no other friends she could ask of his location.

Things only got worse after that. You thought he had been murdered, but when he was pronounced as the murderer? No. Not your Cheong-Sin. Not him.

You didn't leave your apartment for days. You barely left your bed. Surely there had to be some mistake? A mix-up? You couldn't have been living with a— dating, a murderer this whole time? There had to be a mix-up. But you couldn't just go to the police and ask. They'd take you in as a suspect, and you'd be on the news, publicized, possibly used as leverage against him. You couldn't have that.

As you were just beginning to make yourself believe that it had all been a mix-up, the news said he was dead.

No. No. Nonononono.

No.

A noise complaint fell through your letterbox because of how loud you screamed. He couldn't be dead. He just couldn't. The news even called him "Violent serial killer Ji Cheong-Sin"

He couldn't be dead. Was he killed in revenge for murders you knew he didn't commit?

It was only yesterday that the news was shared. Today was the first time you had left your room in 2 weeks. People saw you, saw the state of your face and hair, the dead look in your eyes.

"What happened, Yeong-Nae? Are you alright? You look ill." they'd say. And they were right, you did look ill. Cheeks sunken, eyes red, face pallid, and you'd lost a few pounds, so your clothes were ill-fitting, hanging loose on your grief-influenced frame.

It would be the last time they saw you out of the apartment, too. Because the only thing you'd gone out for was to buy two things.

Rope, and a ceiling bar.

You held them in an opaque bag, lest anyone try to stop you. Tears spilled from your eyes as you fixed the bar to the ceiling, not caring what your upstairs neighbours thought. They had begun to subside as you tied the rope around the bar. However, before you took the plunge, you had one more thing to do.

You ripped a piece of paper out of a nearby notepad and begun to write.

"Suicide Note.

Hello, all. I'm writing this because on the 27th of August, at 16:50-something, I am committing suicide. All my money goes to charity, my belongings too, except my diaries, pictures, and cards, those should be buried with me. I have no surviving relatives, so don't bother looking for them.

Also, Cheong-Sin didn't do it. He would never, ever do such a thing. You're wrong, I'm sure of it.

Goodbye,

Lee-Nam Yeong-Nae."

There. It was done. You sellotaped the note to the back of your shirt.

You pulled the stool you'd been sitting on out from the table, and positioned it under the noose. You took one more look at your meagre apartment, one more look out of the window as you slipped your head through the loop, but just as you were about to kick the stool out from under you-

Knock knock.

Who could be at the door at such an inconvenient time? Reluctantly, you removed your head, stepped off the stool, and looked through the peephole. The person was just out of view. All she could make out was the edge of a black hoodie, and the corner of a jawline. Didn't look official, and even if they were, you wouldn't be letting them in.

"What do you-" you started, opening the door just a crack. But that was enough to see it.

Your heart dropped, then shot up into your throat, rendering you unable to speak. Your knees felt light, and your lungs suddenly stopped breathing. You felt like you wanted to faint, to throw up, to cry, to scream-

But all you got out was a single word.

"Ch-Cheong-Sin?" you half-whispered.

"Yes, nae sarang?" he replied. You reached out to touch him, making sure he wasn't a ghost, or some suicidal hallucination. Your frail hand crept up his chest, up his neck, trailed across his face, and under the hat he was wearing, searching for the thing that would confirm who he was beyond a doubt.

The scar.

And the scar is what she felt under her fingers, on the edge of his hairline, trailing back in a jagged line.

"Cheong-Sin..." you murmured, launching yourself at him, wrapping your arms tightly around him as a dark patch began to grow on his shirt, your tears blossoming like a flower. His arms wrapped around you too, squeezing you like he'd never let you go. His eyes didnt catch the state of the room, not even the dirt on the surface, the dust in the corners, rubbish all around, no.

The only thing he could focus on besides you was the noose hanging from the ceiling.

You were going to...kill yourself?

And then he realised. It was him.

The news had probably devastated you. First, he'd disappeared, then the murders started, and then he was pronounced as the murderer. And finally, just yesterday, he had been pronounced dead.

"Look at her. She was going to kill herself already. Why not just kill her and get it over with?" whispered the spirit, as Cheong-Sin's eyes were swallowed by blackness.

"No. Not this one.” he replied, quenching the bloodthirst before it had a chance to flare up.

"...Fine.”

He sighed in relief.

"I missed you." he said out loud, burying his face in her hair. His hands brushed the paper on your back as you two embraced, and he pulled away slightly, removing it.

He briefly scanned it, and almost choked up at the last part.

So certain, even in the face of death. But it pained him to tell you you were wrong. He couldn't do it. He'd let you live a fantasy, as long as you were happy.

"I'm so, so sorry, nae sarang. | didn't tell you anything. You must have been so worried about me, hm?"

"M-ah-Mhm! sniff I-I did! Where...where did you g-hiccup-go?" you choked, chest racking with sobs.

"I, um, had something to take care of. Don't worry." he replied, stroking your hair.

"The n-news...the news-hic-said you were the m-murderer, and...and that you...you died yesterday, a-and—"

"Don't stress, nae sarang, I'm here now. You didn't believe all that nonsense, right?" he responded, pulling your head off his chest, wiping your tears away with a soft knuckle.

"Mm mm. I know you wouldn't do that." you murmured, sobs retreating.

"Good. You know I love you, right?"

You started crying again. No words came out, just frantic nods and a stream of tears.

The door to your apartment was still open, and people could probably hear you crying from outside, so, Cheong-Sin's hands crept under your thighs, lifting them up with minimal effort, and around his waist, pinning you to him. He stepped forward into the room, kicking the door closed behind him.

"Come on, let's just kill her now! She's helpless! We can smell her soul from he—"

"No. I said no. If you hurt this one, I'll—"

"I? You? We're one, Cheong-Sin. Anything you do to me, you do to you."

"Okay then, if we hurt this one, you lose your host."

"But that's not possible! You'd have to kill yourself!"

"Exactly."

"Tch. Fine. Enjoy your little emotion-fest."

"Ch-Cheong-Sin? What are you whispering about?" you asked, arms around his neck.

"Nothing, nae sarang. Let me make it up to you." he replied, stepping forward. You felt your back against the wall as he pressed you into a corner.

"Make it up to me? How—!~" you started, being cut off by his lips on yours. His hand slipped out from under your thigh and to the back of your head, anchoring his fingers in your hair as he pressed your head forward. You fully melted into his embrace, stomach settling as you placed both your pale hands on his face, every second you had missed his touch coming out in the moment of passion.

Deep groans came from his throat as his tongue slipped past your lips, tracing your teeth like he never wanted to forget their pattern. As his hips pressed against yours, you felt a heat growing in your abdomen. You let out soft whimpers as he took your top lip between his teeth and bit down softly. He pulled away slightly, eyes still locked onto yours, hungry with desire. He pulled away slightly, eyes still locked onto yours, hungry with desire.

"Don't stop." you whispered, breathlessly.

"With pleasure, naekkeo."

Within a few seconds, he had swiped you away from the wall, and your back was met with the soft cushion of your mattress.

Oh how you'd missed him.

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valaenatargaryensdragon · 1 year

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A New Hope

pairing: Fanon!Daemon Targaryen x Female OC

summary: After the death of Valarr, Valaena seemed to have turned into a shell of herself. The plague was finally contained but she could not bring herself to leave King's Landing just yet.

Word count: 3,8K

Warnings: Mention of a dead child, fluff, angst?

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Valaena could hear the sound of pounding feet before she saw the group of white haired children come running into her solar. She placed her book to the side giving them her attention with a ghost of a smile, her smiles no longer reached her eyes like they used after Valarr's death a couple of moons back.

"Mother, Syrax has laid eggs" Aelor, her eldest and now only boy spoke excitedly. Rhaenyra was visiting King's Landing by the request of Daemon to help him with Valaena.

"Is that so? How exciting" She ran her finger through his hair, it has grown longer and reached the top of his shoulders. Valaena no longer saw colours unless she was with her children and Daemon, she felt like the world was useless now.

"Yes and one of them is so pretty too! It is a colour in between red and orange" Jaenera explained. Valaena chuckled lightly and pulled her daughter in for a hug. Naerys was still huffing from having to run to keep up with her siblings.

"Should you three not be in bed by now?" Their father's voice echoed around the room. Valaena looked at Daemon leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed and a playful glare on his face. The three children looked at each other before looking down guiltily.

"Kepa! Syrax had eggs" Naerys still too young to comprehend that her father was trying to scold them ran over to him and hugged his leg. Daemon leaned down and picked up his daughter placing her on his hip.

"Laid eggs not had" Daemon corrected. Naerys' lips pouted and she crossed her arms in front of her. Her speech was nowhere near perfect and she hated it.

"Whatever" She huffed turning to look at the wall behind her father. Daemon chuckled and placed a kiss to her forehead.

"Come on all of you to bed, let your mother rest" Daemon placed Naerys back down on the ground. Valaena has been a little ill lately, she had no energy and she could barely eat anything along with nausea. Daemon grew worried for her and he did not know if her body was still grieving or if she was ill for a different reason.

"Goodnight Kepa, Goodnight muña" Aelor kissed his mother on the cheek and walked over to his father. Daemon patted his son on the shoulder. Aelor grabbed a still pouting Naerys' hand and pulled her out of the room.

"Goodnight" Jaenera hugged her mother tightly before following after her siblings. Daemon closed the door behind his children wanting some privacy with his wife. He walked over to the couch she laid on with her legs tucked under her and a blanket over her lap.

"How are you feeling, ñuha gēlenka haired dārilaros?" My silver haired princess, his nickname for her since she was a child. Valaena held out her hand for him to take as he crouched down beside the couch and let her other hand push back some of his hair that had fallen from the tie.

"Better" She lied and she knew Daemon knew. He sighed leaning his forehead on her shoulder. After Valarr's death people tended to ask about Valaena, how she was doing, how was she faring and if she needed help seeming to forget that Daemon was his father as well. Valaena leaned her head on top of his listening the sound of his quickened breath trying not to break down in front of her.

"I miss him" She whispered. Her grip on his hand was tight as memories flooded her head, he was still a babe, small and tiny, he could not even raise his head up on his own. Daemon screwed his eyes shut, he did not get to see his son after he passed but she did. She had nightmares about it almost every single day and the days she does not it is because he would have the maesters make her tea to help her sleep.

"I miss him too" Daemon placed a kiss on her shoulder. He looked up at her teary eyes. Valaena pursed her lips trying to hold back her own tears. She leaned her forehead on his own, they were more broken than ever but closer than ever to one another.

For a whole moon after Valarr's death Valaena become like a rag doll, she refused to eat or sleep, she refused to move and stayed in one position on her bed with her knees to her chest. Daemon took it upon himself to bathe her, feed her himself until she grew some strength to do it on her own. She would sit in the tub for hours even after the water had turned ice cold and stare into the abyss as he sat behind her whispering in her ear. She would refuse to leave the tub while it was too hot because the pain grounded her and when it turned ice cold the shiver kept her mind off of her baby boy.

"I wish I was able to protect him better, I failed him as his father" He whispered. A tear rolled down his cheek only to be caught by Valaena's thumb. Her own tears started rolling down her face which irked her nausea. She pulled away from him and scrambled over to the pot in their room and emptied the content in her stomach, her dinner came out hot and burning her throat.

"Oh my love" Daemon followed her and held back her silver hair. She sighed in relief when the vomit stopped after her stomach was empty. She fell back on her bottom leaning against Daemon's chest breathing heavily.

"You must see a maester and let him examine you" Daemon mumbled against her hair. Valaena wanted nothing to do with them, they killed her baby boy. Many said she had gone mad after Valarr's death. After the funeral she attacked the maetser who was in charge of Valarr's health and was able to land a punch on his nose before Daemon pulled her away.

"You did not fail as a father" She changed the subject and went back to their previous one. Daemon looked down at her sprawled on the floor in one of her night dresses, hair loose in its original fluffy state not feeling like styling it. There were dark circles under eyes and she had grown thinner.

"You must be examined by a maester" Daemon insisted. He did not want to acknowledge her words, he needed to place the blame on someone and the weakest was himself.

"You did not fail as a father" She was just as stubborn as he was. Daemon stood off the floor and helped her to her feet. She looked at him with glassy eyes, whether it was from crying over their son or she grew teary eyes from the pain he did not know.

"If I had not bought him here he would still be among us" Daemon justified his self loathing. Valaena shook her head and wrapped her arms around his shoulders pulling him down to her height.

"Then I am to blame as well for agreeing to come" She whispered burying her face in the space between his shoulder and neck. He buried his nose in her hair smelling the oils her handmaiden must had brushed through it. She would leave her room to go to two destinations, the library or to visit and ride Vermithor.

"If I accept to share the blame will you visit a maester?" Daemon asked tightening his grip around her waist. Valaena's body shuddered at the thought of the old men touching and squeezing her skin to find what was the matter with her and it almost made her hurl into the bucket again.

"Alright" She muttered. Daemon pulled away to look her in the eyes. She gave him a confirming nod that she will stand by her words. He smiled and leaned down to place a kiss on her forehead.

"Let us go to bed as well" Daemon leaned down and picked her up, frowning when he realised how much weight she actually lost. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he walked them over to the bed. Daemon decided not to mention it, self consciousness wa something he did not want to add to her list.

"Will you sleep with me?" She asked. Daemon had taken over the habit of leaving early in the morning to train with the golden cloaks.

"Of course, my love" He sat her down on the bed with a soft smile. He moved away to remove his tunic and trousers before joined her under the blankets with only his undergarments on. She cuddled up into his chest wanting nothing but to melt and sleep and never wake up ever again.

"Sleep, ñuha gēlenka haired dārilaros" He whispered into her hair. She sighed content with the comfort she received in his arms. His warmth surrounded her just right lulling her into sleep slowly. The sound of his heart slowing down below her ear caused shivers to run through her body as his hand kept running up and down her back even as his slumber began to take him hostage, his hand kept moving seeing her as his priority.

"I love you" She whispered eyes dropping. Her finger wrapped all the way around his waist pulling him as close to her body as possible.

"I love you too" He responded sounding like he was sleep talking. She closed her eyes and welcome sleep with open arms, her only relief from reality, even if it were only for a few hours before the nightmare began.

She always dreamed that she was with Valarr, either in the gardens or in her rooms. She would be singing the same lullaby her mother sang to her as a child to put her to sleep before a figure dressed in darker colours and his face not visible came over to snatch him from her arms ignoring her pleadings and screaming.

Valaena stirred awake slowly. Her eyes shot open in surprise at the lack of dread in her bones and they sun shining into her eyes. She did not have a nightmare, she did not have her baby snatched from her arms last night.

"Good morning, my love" A deep and hoarse voice mumbled above her. She was laying on her stomach with her arms tucked under her pillow. She turned to find Daemon on his side with his arm around her waist and head laid as close to hers as possible on his pillow.

"Morning, husband" She stretched her limbs letting out a small squeak. Daemon chuckled a little and pulled her into his chest. They laid on their sides chest to chest in silence for a little while. Valaena could still hear the echo of Valarr's cries waking them up when he was still alive, demanding to be fed from her breast but now they were enveloped in total silence.

"Do you want me to accompany you to the maesters?" Daemon broke the silence first. Valaena groaned annoyed at the reminder of the promise she made the night prior. She buried her face into his chest seeking his comfort.

"No, I wish to go alone" Her voice sounded muffled against his chest. He hummed accepting her word and placed a kiss on her head. They laid like that for what felt like hours but was mere minutes before Daemon heard the sounds of footsteps approaching their room.

"The demons are coming" Daemon whispered against Valaena's hair. She pulled away to look up at him confused, cocking up her eyebrow. Daemon only smirked as their doors flew open and the sound of their eldest two arguing filled the silence.

"They are still asleep, we should not bother them" Jaenera hissed angrily at her older brother. Daemon winked at Valaena and closed his eyes pretending to be asleep. Valaena buried her face in his chest again trying to prevent a giggle.

"So what?" Aelor argued back. Jaenera huffed angrily, Daemon could hear a small thud, she must have hit him lightly.

"We must leave them to rest, they are not as young as us you twat" Jaenera argued. Daemon could hear Naerys giggling at her sister's words.

"Did you just call us old?" Daemon asked loudly turning to face his daughter who was stood on his side of the bed with her brother and sister. She let out a loud screech at his sudden words and stumbled back a couple of steps. Even Aelor jumped in shock pushing Naerys back into Jaenera's chest with his eyes wide. Naerys let out a small squeak hugging Jaenera around the waist and hid her face in her sister's midsection. Valaena giggled a little enjoying the light hearted moment her family was sharing. Daemon felt more at ease at the joyful sound leaving her lips.

"Kepa! I-" Jaenera cringed when Daemon glared at her. He pushed Valaena deeper into his chest to hide her giggled from their ears. Naerys turned her head to look at her father earning his attention and glare.

"You should be punished for those words, what do you think my love? Do you have any punishment in mind?" Daemon asked turning to look at Valaena. She composed herself and sat up on the bed with her own glare piercing through her daughter. She raised her hand and touched her chin acting as if she was thinking when an idea struck her. She leaned over to Daemon as he sat up and whispered in his ear. Jaenera gulped as her father's glare morphed into a smirk.

"The perfect punishment, my love" Daemon praised. He turned to look at Jaenera. She pushed Naerys away from her with a frown on her face what she did not expect was her father to leap off the bed and grab her around the waist. She let out a scream of surprise at when her back landed on the soft mattress. Her mother's fingers tickled her sides lightly.

"No!" She yelled squirming but unable to hold back the giggles leaving her lips. Daemon moved on to his next target and grabbed Naerys who screamed as if she was in real danger and grabbed at Aelor and pulled him with on the bed. Daemon immediately attacked their sides with his fingers. Valaena laughed as her daughter was able to escape her attacks and joined her father in attacking her brother and sister. Valaena wanted to stay in that moment forever if that were possible. Daemon pulled away from the children leaving Naerys and Jaenera to attack their older brother who was screaming and trying to push them away through his laughter. He turned to look at Valaena who was watching with a smile, the biggest smile he had seen on her face in the past couple of months.

Valaena scowled as the old msn titled maester came into view. She had called them to her room not wanting to go to them, to the room they failed to save her son in. There was on maester and two midwives followed behind him.

"You requested us, your grace" The maester asked or more like stated.

"Yes, I have been feeling unwell lately and require your opinion and talents" Valaena answered, sarcasm lacing the last word. The maester winced at her harsh tone and turned to the midwives.

"What is it you are suffering from, your grace" The elderly woman asked.

"Nauseas, tired like I want to sleep the entire day and that is still not enough and some light pain in my abdomen" Valaena answered. The midwife stepped over listening to her words.

"May I?" The midwife asked reaching for Valaena's midsection. Valaena removed her hands from her lap and placed them beside her on the bed beside her. The midwife gave her a reassuring smile before touching her stomach and pressed, with a concentrated frown she moved her hand lower to the lower part of Valaena's stomach and pressed, gasping a little she moved her hand up and groped Valaena's breast.

"Ah" Valaena hissed swatting her hand away. The midwife chuckled a little.

"It is nothing to worry about just yet" The midwife backed a little. Valaena did not want to get her hopes up, she had her suspicions, of course she was not naive but after loosing Valarr she did not want to get attached to something new.

"Yet?" Valaena cocked her head to the side confused.

"You are with child, your grace, from the hardness of you belly and sensitivity of your breast I would recon at least three moons" The midwife answered. Valaena's hand wondered to her lower belly feeling the small bump herself. She never truly showed in her other pregnancy early so her monthly bleeding was her clue but she has not kept track as of lately.

"Do you have anything for the nausea?" She asked turning to the maester.

"Of course, your grace, I shall prepare it and send it with your handmaiden" The maester answered. Valaena nodded and looked down at her belly, she did not think she would be able to have more children after Valarr, many said that grief turned mothers barren sometimes.

"Thank you, that was all" Valaena dismissed them. They left her alone to begin wandering, will her child be a boy or a girl? Will they have her silver hair or like their siblings will inherit their father's more whitened hair. Will they have their father's violet eye colour or her lilac.

Her head snapped up when the doors to her room opened. A smile graced her features when she saw Rhaenyra stick her head in followed by the rest of her body. She was swollen with her third child from 'Leanor' or more like Ser Harwin Strong.

"Nyra!" Valaena could not help but jump at her sister excitedly. Rhaenyra let out a small squeak falling in Valaena's crushing hug.

"What got you in such a good mood? I heard the maester paid you a visit and grew worried" Rhaenyra pulled to look at her sister. She almost believed that the maester has giver Valaena something from the way she was acting.

"I am with child, Nyra" Valaena had a little jump in her step as she pulled Rhaenyra further into the room. Rhaenyra gasped shocked and immediately pulled Valaena in for a hug.

"Oh my sweet sister, I am so happy for you" Rhaenyra felt her own eyes fill with tears, she thanked the gods for allowing her sister some happiness after all she went through.

"I cannot wait" Valaena jumped in the hug. Rhaenyra let out a small laugh pulling away. Valaena was a woman grown with three healthy children yet still acted like a small child.

"Have you told Daemon?" Rhaenyra asked. Valaena shook her head, Daemon was with their children at the Dragonpit, he had insisted to teach them himself.

"I have not had the time, I will try tonight" Valaena answered. And the night seemed to taunt her and did not come fast enough. Valaena organized for supper in her solar for her family.

Daemon and the kids came in to the room with loud laughter and chaos. Valaena grinned as her youngest came running over to her arms wide open. Valaena picked up up again and kissed her cubby cheeks.

"What has gotten you in such a good mood, wife?" Daemon asked. His grin matched her own seeing her much happier than the day before and even more than the morning, her eyes had a spark to them and her smile showed her pearly white teeth.

"Soon" Was all she said. She placed Naerys in her chair between Aelor and her. Daemon sat beside her with Jaenera on his other side and in a perfect circle they bagan eating their food. Aelor inhaled his food more than ate it like a normal food and washed it down with water, Valaena refused to give her children wine before their ten and six name days, they were still too young.

"So tell me, what did you do in the dragonpit?" Valaena asked filling Naerys's plate with some rice and chicken pieces and potatoes. Naerys clapped her hands happily as the plate was placed in front of her ready to make a mess out of it like any normal three years old would do.

"We trained our high Valyrian with father and the dragons" Jaenera answered excitedly. Valaena chuckled now filling her own plate.

"I got to command Lyrax and he obeyed me" Aelor stopped his eat to boast proudly puffing out his chest. Daemon chuckled reaching over to sip his wine amused.

"Yes only after you yelled Dracarys like seventy times" Jaenera rolled her eyes. She hated having the spotlight stolen from her. She swung her legs back forth as Aelor glared at her.

"Did not" Aelor defended slamming his fist down on the table angrily glaring at his younger sister.

"Did too"

"Did not"

Did too"

"Did not"

"Enough, children" Daemon called louder than them both. Jaenera huffed and turned to drink from her goblet of water. Aelor glared back at her and shoved a chicken stick in his mouth and ripped the meat off aggressively.

"More like three times" Daemon said. Aelor smirked at Jaenera who rolled her eyes.

"Suvion still doesn't listen to you" Aelor jabbed. Jaenara kicked under the table angrily.

"Stop you two" Valaena hissed. Jaenara leaned back crossing her arms defeated. Aelor shrugged and resumed eating.

"The maester visited me after you left" Valaena said turning to look at Daemon. He placed his wine goblet on the table awaiting for her to resume.

"I am with child" She grinned widely. Daemon's breathing ceased for a second at the information. Jaenera squealed forgetting all about her fight with Aelor and scrambled to hug her mother. Naerya giggled kicking her legs wildly.

"Truly mother?" Aelor questioned pushing his chaor back like Jaenera and made his way over to them. Valaena nodded her head tears forming in the corner of her eyes. Aelor wrapped his arms around his mother and sister tightly giggling.

"Children" Valaena pulled away from them. Her eyes never leaving Daemon's who was still staring at her and their children. The moved back to their seats leaving only space between the couple.

"A child?" Daemon asked dumbfounded. She nodded giggling. She grabbed his hand and placed it over her lower stomach. His hand curled a little fingertips feeling the small bump there.

"That is wonderful news my love" Daemon leaned over capturing her lips with his own. she laughed against his lips as his fingers tickled her sides.

"Our new hope" She whispered moving her hand atop his own. Daemon nodded his head kissing her forehead.

"Are you both done? I think I'm going to vomit my supper if you resume so" Jaenera burst there bubbled with a glare on her face.

"Do you always have to run your mouth?" Aelor glared at her. She stuck her tongue out at him. Valaena was quite content with her family giggling to the unending banter between her eldest two children. She wanted to stay like this forever having fun with her children and in Daemon's arms.

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unrequitedloveletter · 1 year

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The Fire That Burns Within- N.L x fem! reader Chapter One

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Okay! this is the second part! I’m going to upload a chapter a day until this series is done with and the uploads will be a little random but should typically come out between 4:15 and 7:30 AST! I also have a playlist of songs I’m listening to while writing if anyone is interested in that, and thank you so much for the love on the prologue!! I’ve never written a Nikolai fic this long or with this many chapters, so I was a bit nervous and I’m really grateful that it was well recieved

Fic type- angst with a bit of fluff at the start

Warnings- mentions of what the king did to Genya, an allusion to the readers trauma, mentions/allusions to death

Genyas face split into a grin the moment she saw you. You took a moment to register her scars and the eye patch she wore, felt pity that she would hate you for register within.

The minute the boat touched solid ground and a ladder was placed to help people get out of the boat, you were leaving. You climbed down the ladder and ran at your best friend, a happy laugh falling from your lips as you hugged her for the first time in what felt like ages.

She was laughing, too, and you were both laughing, and then you were thanking the saints, only to see Alina Starkov in your periphery.

“You’re not an ally of the Darkling, are you?” She asked as Genya let you go. “Not one of his spies?”

“She’s just arrived, Alina,” Genya said. “Allow her a day to rest before you start throwing out accusations.”

“I would be skeptical too, Genya. She’s fine,” you said, arm wrapping around Genyas waist as hers wrapped around yours. “And, though I doubt you’ll believe me, no. I am not one of his allies. I will never be an ally to him ever again. Not after everything that’s happened since the expansion of the Fold.” Not after everything he let happen to Genya, to me, to all those under his care. Not after all of the people he let die without blinking, you thought.

“You were one of his allies before?”

“Before I learned the truth, I may very well have been. Weren’t we all?”

“You make a valid point,” Alina said with a nod. “Well, I’ll let Genya show you to your accommodations. I would recommend the stairs, but the lift is a good alternative if you’re okay with a bit of a bumpy way up or if you’re tired.”

You let Genya lead you off, some part of you wanting to find Zoya and spar for a bit like you used to.

You needed a good, long nap after the whirlwind that was the experience of feeling the boat begin to fly and the sensation of oddness you’d felt when it kept up until you were at the Spinning Wheel.

You needed a good, long cry. You needed a moment or several moments to process everything you’d gone through since the Fold was expanded, but you knew that moments to process things were a luxury, and they were likely a luxury ill afforded in the depths of the safe haven that had been carved from the side of a mountain.

Your room in the Spinning Wheel was simple. A bed in one corner, a chest for clothes and other belongings beside it. A kefta had been hung on the wall, and the sight of it nearly made you sob.

“I still have my other one,” you said. “From–from before–”

“It has black threading,” Genya said. “To denote your status as one of the Darklings charges. David and I found one while Alina was with the Apparat in the church–which is a whole other thing to explain–and when we left, we had to go through caves. There was a cave with red rubies. David took a few, extracted the pigment from them and put it in the threads of that one. He also took a bit of blue from a kefta that didn’t fit one of the Grisha on Sturmhonds crew. It was a fabrikators kefta before, and this one is meant for Spring, but David has gold that he can use to change the black on the kefta you brought with you.”

“For an alliance to the Sun Summoner,” you said.

“Yes,” Genya nodded. “And to be rid of the Darkling after all he’s done.”

You grinned. “I cannot wait to be rid of him, then.”

Genya grinned back at you. “I’ll take the other kefta to David.”

Silence passed over you. Genya bit at a perfect nail before finally speaking up when a few moments had passed you both by.

“There are–there are rumors,” she said. “Of the presence of the King and Queen. I haven’t seen them yet.”

“I have a flint. If I see her, I can burn the Queen alive?”

Genya laughed. “No,” she said. “You and your fire, Y/N. I’d let you if I weren’t so afraid that either of the Lantsovs would kill you for it. The King is weakened but his son? Rather charming, and rather spry.”

“Vasily? He’s never–” you paused, searching for the right words. “I’ve never thought Vasily to be charming. I’ve thought him to be as much of a knobhead as his fath–Genya, dear, have you taken ill?”

She laughed again. “No, not him,” she said. “Sobachka. Baghra used to call him–”

“The puppy prince, right?” You said. “I remember now. I fear what he’ll be like when he’s crowned.”

Fear was an understatement, really. You didn’t want him to be crowned at all. If his fathers mistakes were of any indication of the kind of king he’d be, you might never have returned to Ravka again. You would’ve gone to Ketterdam, perhaps, maybe Novyi Zem, where the Grisha were considered the blessed.

You would’ve found somewhere to live that was not the country you held dear. You would’ve forsaken the kefta you wore for the rest of your days if it meant you never had to hear a word of any Lantsov ever again after all you’d dealt with.

“He’s good,” Genya said, knowing her reassurance would not stop your fear-driven hatred. She was putting her best foot forward anyway, trying her damndest though she knew it wouldn’t be worth much in the long run of things. “You can trust him, I think.”

“The ‘I think’ adage does not make me more confident,” you said. Genya nodded.

“Thats fair. I’ll leave you to it, come grab you for dinner in a few hours. Sleep, or think through everything. or just exist,” she said. “Do what you must, and try on the kefta. David and I think it’ll have a baggier fit, but it’ll work just as well. I’ll see to it that David can grab your other kefta from the ship and you’ll have it again by the time we’ve eaten, wrought in golden thread rather than obsidian.”

“I fear what it will be like if I have to face him again,” you said. “To be perfectly candor, I do not think I can manage it. Even thinking of the Darkling sets me on edge, thinking of the embroidery on my kefta–what if I am not strong enough to face this?”

“You are,” Genya said as she turned to go. “You survived the Darkling and his monsters, Y/N. You escaped them. Once you survive that, I think you become capable of surviving anything, even one of the Lantsov kings.”

You watched Genya leave without saying anything more, took the kefta off it’s hook and pulled your arms through the sleeves. It was a size or two too big, but you didn’t much mind it. David would fix the threads in your other kefta and the other kefta wouldn’t be relevant until spring, when the weather lightened up and there was no need for a heavy kefta unless you went into battle.

You took the kefta off, put it back onto it’s hook. You grabbed your flint, summoned a flame that glinted off of candles to your fingertips, and grinned. You had not summoned in weeks. You’d missed the comfort, the surety it brought you, and it turned out that you had missed it desperately.

You let go of the flint and watched the flickering flames dissipate, climbing into your bed as you felt the aches in your joints and muscles return. Despite Genyas statements about Nikolai Lantsov, she was right. You were still tired and sleep was still necessary. You drifted off again, knew that you probably wouldn’t wake up until the following day, but decided you didn’t care. Sleep mattered more to you in that moment.

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