#like that time my cousin and I played in the woods and we could have sworn it was just an hour or so but the entire day had passed

[ghost-bxrd]

Fae dick will break the joker after Ethiopia.

Heck yeah.

Fae? Or any other creature? They’re vindictive. Vindictive to a fault. And loyal. They don’t give away their love easily. Yeah, they can feel fond of things. Even like them. But love? Familial or otherwise? That’s sacred to them. More so to Dick, who already had to suffer losing his family once. So this? Yeah, he’s not having it.

But oh, if you think Joker’s just gonna get killed off then you’re so, so wrong. There are so many other ways, better ways, to make a human suffer. Worse things than death. Worse things than any kind of torture humans could come up with.

Dick makes Joker pay. Every second Jason had to spend with that madman is amplified tenfold, stretched into eternity. Dick traps him in a nightmare he will never wake up from. By the time he’s done with Joker, there won’t be an ounce of that monster left inside that sick little brain. There won’t be anything left of the joker.

By the time Dick allows the creatures to eat Joker alive, the man’s been begging for death for what translate to several centuries to the human mind.

#time works weird with fae #like that time my cousin and I played in the woods and we could have sworn it was just an hour or so but the entire day had passed #the things from the forest can twist and warp your mind if angered #fae dick grayson #joker #mild gore #jason todd #batfamily #headcanons #a death in the family #the other creatures were just WAITING for dick to allow them to feast #the forest will absorb all that wickedness and turn it to nutrients for the soil #purify it #it’s not enough #it won’t bring Jason back #but the trees sing for decades about the joker’s pain #and such sweet song remains in the roots #along with dick’s grief #dick grayson #batfam #fic #fanfiction

[narwhalsarefalling]

my dad taught me how to set shit on fire when i was 6 with a magnifying glass. instead of reading us stories he would read us his flight training manuals until we got so bored we would pretend to be asleep so he would leave. on my birthday one year he somehow made fish sticks in the shape of stars and seashells. he let us paint our bedframes in six different colors with different levels of success. in middle school i was assigned to make a mouse trap car and he helped me make one that worked so well that i was banned from making mousetrap cars again. in my first year of uni he would drive 3 hrs from work to pick me up and another 3 to take me home to visit, and would do it every time without complaint. he used to do my hair in pigtails every day, and that turned to learning to braid when i got older. he would always pretend to be bad at the video games we played so we could win. he made our beds so perfectly that we had to stretch the sheets out to get back in.

my brother is younger then me. for my birthday one year he presented me a lego minifigure of myself that he had hand painted. when he had his first crush he carved her name in a piece of wood and shaped it into a dolphin. not because dolphins were her favorite animal, but because he thinks they’re cool. he let me destroy a piñata he made in school because i was having a bad day, and we both laughed as we ate the candy he put inside of it. despite always being squeamish around dead things, he once brought home a hog’s vertebrae he found on a hike because he knew i would love it. (i did). when his girlfriend’s birthday came around, he spent all his time restoring a nightstand for her, carving cats and flowers into the panels and smoothing them with sandpaper.

i have more of these stories. my cousin’s husband incorporates his children’s names into the code he programs. my grandpa helped me pull a leech off of my ankle after a swim in the pond. my great grandpa carried a photo of my mom in the sole of his shoes until the day he died. the neighbor boy across the street once captured a very weird bug under a cup and walked it across the street to show me. my best friend collected old batteries and bits of wire for me because he knew i liked to play with them. a boy in my first grade class colored his nails pink with highlighter because he really liked my pink dress i wore the day before. my coworker took a photo of a cactus he saw because he knew i would like it. my 3yo cousin insisted i take home his most beloved plushie when he learned i would be living away from my parents.

i can’t help it. i love the way men love.

#the narwhal speaks #1k #2k #3k #4k #5k #10k #15k

[justporo]

A Night of Song and Laughter (Part 8)

ATTENTION: There is some SMUT in this chapter, because Tav gets a little touchy and Astarion just pours oil into the flames - only lightly smutty though, because I like to be a pain in your ass, hihi.

There will be more smut in future parts that I will still have to write but let it slowly burn for now - I know you want it.

Also this is the last part leading up to my main idea for this story - the plot point I actually thought about when I started writing this and thought it'd be like a few thousand words adventure.

Btw, did part 7 yesterday go through okay? I felt like it didn't really show up for some time when I posted, eh. Anyways, if you missed it, it's on my blog of course.

A bit more is already up on AO3!

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Astarion/Fem!Tav (You)

(Gif from here!)

You kept on drinking and talking. Teasing each other, pouring more shots. It really did feel like one of the memorable evenings you thought about when you first told Astarion about this place. The main act had started to play downstairs: a band of elves – a rarity in itself, but they were practically celebrities as Lira explained: a male drow bard with long sleek black hair playing the lute and singing with a dark and somber voice that had men and women in the audience swooning, a female wood elf bard with a violin with green skin and equally sleek but powdery-pink hair and the voice of an angel and three more equally beautiful elven musicians. All were precariously clothed, leaving little to none to imagination. Since they had started playing the mood in the tavern had dangerously shifted from drinking and laughing to people of all genders and races and combinations dancing and kissing and stealing touches they thought nobody would see.

With half the bottle gone you could certainly start to feel the alcohol doing its work: you felt pleasantly buzzed, also giggling more and batting your eyelashes more at Astarion - which might’ve been caused by the amount of drinks you’ve had or the seductive, pleasant music… or maybe it was just your fatal attraction to him and his very much encouraging and looks and touches.

While Daegin had been complaining about the last time he had visited his family for the better part of an hour, you started to get a little handsy with Astarion. Which prompted him to grab hold of your roaming hands. “Do you mind, darling?”, he whispered to you with a smile and pulling both of your hands to put them over his heart. You blushed shamefully, immediately worrying if you’d made him uncomfortable. You quietly voiced your concern to him and apologized for your indecent behaviour while Daegin complained loudly about his second cousin's awful wife.

The vampire laughed softly and lifted your hands to his lips to plant a gentle kiss onto them. “No worries, darling, if you’d ever really do something to make me uncomfortable, I promise, I wouldn’t hesitate to call you out on it.” He pressed another kiss onto your fingers. “I love when you show how much I am yours and that you can’t keep your hands off me, my heart, but maybe just for tonight, keep your hands out of my pants while we have an audience, alright?” You nodded but still felt a little bit ashamed of yourself, so you buried your face in his shirt. You mumbled something about respecting boundaries into his chest to which he pressed a kiss on the top of your head and held you for a moment. Daegin was still on about his relatives while Lira boredly dragged her shot glass around in circles by its rim and stared into nothingness.

After a few moments Astarion leaned down to whisper into your ear. “There will be no boundaries tonight though, when I’ll have you all to myself and remind you why it is that you can’t keep your paws to yourself”, he simply stated and then went back to holding you sweetly – as if he hadn’t just given you the most enticing promise you thought someone ever gave you. Very naughty thoughts started to race through your mind, prompting you to let go of Astarion and get at least a few inches between you – a much needed safety precaution. You poured yourself another shot and downed it immediately while you could feel the same pulsing sensation between your legs you’d last felt when he had you pinned against a wall only a few hours ago. The rough fabric of your linen blouse started to rub on the hardening tips of your breasts, your throat was bone-dry although you only had just drunk something. Astarion leaned on his elbows to grab the bottle of liquor and also pour himself another one while watching your face and giving you a dirty smirk. He did look like the personified sin right in this moment. Astarion’s eyes wandered to where your hardened nipples here now clearly visible through your shirt while he drank slowly. He licked his lips afterwards without stopping to stare but you saw how he rearranged his pants with his hands – only the slightest bit awkward. And when your eyes flicked down, you noticed that not only your arousal was pretty obvious right now. “I admit you make keeping boundaries pretty hard, my love”, he whispered under his breath. You stepped closer to him once more but not touching him. “Seems that’s not the only thing I make hard”, you whispered back while returning the dirty smirk he gave you moments ago and staring into his eyes confidently. His pupils diluted slightly at your words, but he held your stare without moving, positively becoming a statue.

Then you suddenly turned away from him and to the other two at the table, crossing your arms over your chest, breaking the spell. “So, what else is new?”, you asked suddenly and with a not-so-subtle note of hysteria in your voice. You had been way too close to just completely losing yourself right then and there; all because of some dirty whispers and stolen glances.

The half-elf and the dwarf, both well drunk - much more than you - had obviously been completely oblivious to the electric tension between you and the vampire – thank the Gods. Out of the corner of your eye you saw that Astarion had rolled up his sleeves and was leaning on his elbows again next to you.

“Well”, Lira drawled, now much less focused on niceties and political correctness, “have you heard that Cazador Szarr has kicked the bucket a few weeks ago? And his whole estate was looted. It’s been the talk of town for weeks.” That sobered you right up. This was the first time you heard that this had become public knowledge. It seemed Astarion and you had been well shielded in your domestic little bubble since you had parted ways with your adventurous little group and settled down in Baldur’s Gate.

You threw Astarion a concerned sideways glanced but to your surprise he seemed relaxed. Even more so, he was grinning broadly, mischief twinkling in his eyes. Daegin happily chimed in and gave you a rundown of different theories on his death: heart attack (“Nah, he was perfectly healthy, last thing I heard”, Astarion commented), poisoned by another noble family to gain his power (“Probable, but why loot his estate and why not keep his death a secret and pose as him, so much easier to take over his influence.”), tragic accident (“Unlikely, I heard he never even really left his castle.”). Astarion seemed more intrigued in adding to the gossip that you thought was clever. But hells, you would not stop him from talking shit about this fucking bastard.

“Do you want to know what I heard?”, Astarion said after Daegin had finished. He leaned towards them as if he was going to let them in on a secret. Lira, immediately intrigued, leaned over the table just as he did. Her eyes widened and her mouth opened slightly in anticipation. Even Daegin seemed immediately interested. There he went doing it again, Astarion and his damned silver tongue. You were about to join his act in whatever lie you thought he would fabricate from thin air, when he began: “I heard, he was secretly a vampire and was murdered by one of his own spawn because he’d made a deal with a devil to perform a horrific ritual that would have made him even more powerful and killed thousands of people!”

Your chin basically dropped to the floor but you were way too shocked to do anything else. Lira and Daegin mirrored your emotions perfectly albeit for different reasons. Did… did he actually just tell them the fucking truth?

The silence between the four of you kept dragging on. Astarion simply drank another shot of liquor, shrugged his shoulders and casually said: “It’s just what I heard.” You could simply blink at his nonchalance. Then Daegin broke the silence with deafening laughter, roaring and throwing his head back, slapping his thighs with his hands multiple times. Lira joined in but her laugh turned into a silly cackling chuckle that made her shoulders quake like she was losing her mind. You couldn’t join in, you were too starstruck by Astarion’s boldness. But neither was Astarion. He just threw you a defeated look that seemed to say ‘see? No one’s ever going to believe it’.

After several minutes of choking on their laughter they seemed to calm down. Lira had to wipe away tears from her eyes several times, the dwarf had started coughing horribly halfway through. When he had regained a bit of composure, he jumped off his stool, walked around the table and offered Astarion his hand – which the vampire took with a confused look. “I gotta hand it to you, elf, no one ever made me laugh that hard. Not even my own brother”, he said and shook Astarion’s hand, congratulating him.

“Tav, you really need to bring him when we go out drinking from now on”, the short man said and laughed again. This time you and Astarion joined in.

#astarion #astarion x tav #baldurs gate #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #astarion x reader #astarion x mc #baldurs gate astarion #astarion x oc #astarion x you #fanfic #fanfiction #astarion ancunin #bg3 spoilers #a night of song and laughter #poro fics

[paintyoureyeswithavividmind]

close to home | chapter thirty nine

close to home | chapter thirty nine

plot: the walls around Alexandria fall, and another minor time jump takes place

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Pairing: Eventual Daryl Dixon x f!reader Word Count: 3,394 Warnings: violence, blood, typical twd A/N: thank you for reading!!! How's everyone liking the story so far? LMK what you think!! ily all

Three days pass. Glenn, Daryl, Sasha, and Abraham have been missing for three days. With each second that passes by, your worry grows more and more. You couldn’t imagine how your pregnant cousin felt. She was eating away at her nails and hardly eating. You had to make sure she ate at every meal and remind her how important it was. 

The worst part was that time moved slowly. Each day felt like a week. They were so long that you could barely remember the morning when you went to bed each night. It was torture. Tora kept you company and seemed to pick up on your worry. She trotted alongside you everywhere you went, just like when it was the two of you so long ago. 

You were with Maggie on watch when balloons appeared in the sky, and both of your hearts stopped. She started shaking and immediately climbed down the ladder. You followed her in your excitement and ran after her. 

“Rick!” She yelled as you both approached your leader. “That’s Glenn. That’s Glenn.” She said. 

Wood cracked loudly, and everyone turned. Your mouth dropped in horror as you watched the tower crash into the wall, bringing it to the ground. 

Everything moved fast. Walkers started flooding in, and you froze. If it hadn’t been for Maggie practically shoving you, you probably wouldn’t have been able to fight your way out. 

“Up there!” You yelled, shoving her towards one of the guard towers. You stumbled as a walker grabbed you, but it couldn’t hold on to you, and you pushed forwards. “Go, Maggie!” You screamed. 

She stumbled her way up the ladder, and you followed suit. You were halfway up when walkers grabbed at your feet and screamed up at Maggie in terror; the ladder started shaking as you kicked one of the walkers holding you down. 

Your body jerked forward as the ladder was pushed harder, and with a second to spare, you grabbed the tower's ledge.

“(Y/N)!” Maggie yelled, grabbing your hands and helping to pull your body up. Your eyes were full of tears when you both collapsed against the floor, the sound of walkers below you. 

You quickly got to your feet and looked out at the community. Walkers were everywhere; you could hear gunshots but couldn’t see anything. 

“I don’t see anyone, I don’t see anyone!” You yelled, holding back your tears. 

“They’ll get into the houses, (Y/N). You know they will.”

You took a deep breath and forced yourself to sit down. “We’ll be okay… we’ll be okay.”

***

The day turned to nightfall, and nothing changed. It was a full moon out, and you could see decently, but there wasn’t anything to see. You and Maggie sat up there for hours; sometimes in silence, sometimes one of you was crying, and sometimes you talked. You talked about the baby, about Daryl and Glenn, and you talked about what life would’ve been like if none of this happened. 

When the tower started shaking, you and Maggie knew what would happen. 

“We go down together?” You asked, looking at your cousin. Your eyes filled with tears as you thought about your life with her. You remembered the day she was born and playing with her. Going to church and having sleepovers. Helping her through her mother’s absence and falling apart when you were in college. And then you fell back together. 

You remembered how it felt when you finally got to the farm and saw it in ruin, and you thought she and the rest of your family were gone. And you’d been blessed with more time with her. Now your time was up, and it was fitting that you’d go together. 

Maggie grabbed your hand and nodded. “Together.”

Gunshots rang out from below, and you both looked to see Glenn running through the herd. “Over here! Over here!” He yelled.

“Oh my God,” You muttered. There were too many of them. 

Maggie started screaming for Glenn, and you could hear the desperation. She knew exactly what you knew. 

“Maggie! (Y/N)!” 

Enid was climbing up the fence, and she got to you fast. You barely paid attention to her tying some rope as Maggie had fallen to her knees and tried to get the walkers over to you. You knelt beside her and wrapped your arms around her, ready to be with her for the worst moment in her life. 

“Glenn!” She screamed 

Suddenly gunshots rang out, and you pulled Maggie down at their sound. When they stopped at you looked; the walkers surrounding Glenn were on the ground, and Sasha and Abraham were at the gate. They must’ve been standing on something because they were at your height. 

“Can you get the gate?” Abraham asked. 

They continued shooting, and you grabbed Maggie and Enid. All three of you were trembling as you watched Glenn open the gate, and a truck pull forward. Both Sasha and Abraham were ready to help you over. 

You sent Maggie down first, then Enid, and then Abraham helped you. The truck moved forward after a moment, and you crouched down to keep your balance. 

“Is that Daryl?” You yelled to Abraham. 

He laughed loudly, “You bet your sweet ass it is!”

The truck drove through the community and headed towards the lake. You glanced at your surroundings and saw the chaos in the street. Everyone was fighting. 

“We gotta go; they need us!” You yelled to Maggie, then you turned to Enid. “Stay up here!”

You didn’t wait around for any more conversation. You jumped onto the truck's hood and the ground, launching yourself at the closet walker. Sasha was right beside you, taking down the next. 

“They’re getting pushed back towards the gate!” You yelled, seeing Rosita and Rick through the mass amount of walkers.

You heard an explosion and then felt the heat from the lake; you turned only for a second to see the lake on fire and Daryl standing on top of the truck with an RPG launcher. You didn’t have time to linger, as walkers were approaching you fast, and you needed to fight. 

You had taken down another walker when Daryl appeared beside you. You shared a glance and nodded at each other before continuing the fight. 

Walker after walker, you and Daryl pushed towards the group. With every hit, swipe, and stab, you got closer and closer to your family. Adrenaline was coursing through your veins, giving you the strength to push over walkers you never thought you could have. 

You were coated in blood and sweat but still pushed forward. And with Daryl at your side, you broke into your group and joined their fight. 

***

Smoke filled the air at daybreak, and bodies littered the ground. Your arms were dripping fresh blood while coated in old. A layer of dirt and ash stuck to every inch of you. Your braid was a mess, parts falling out and sticky with blood. Some of your clothes were even torn. 

What remained of the survivors led you to the infirmary, and you were able to grab ahold of Michonne for the first time. She looked at you with tears as she bounced Judith up and down. 

“Come with me,” She told you. 

You didn’t question her and followed her into the infirmary. Daryl was getting stitched up, and Maggie was getting checked out. But Michonne led you to a separate room, and you gasped when you saw Carl lying on a bed with Tora. 

Tears burned as you approached the sleeping kid with bandages over his eye. Rick was sitting in there, and he looked up at you. 

“What happened?” You choked out, hesitantly touching Carl’s sleep and pushing some hair away from his face. 

“Shot.” Rick whispered, “In the eye.”

You started crying then and had to kneel on the ground. You momentarily grabbed Carl’s hand and pressed it to your lips as Tora made herself comfortable on Carl’s chest. You laughed as you cried, petting the cat behind the ears. 

“He wouldn’t leave without her,” Michonne said from behind you. “He said that if he did, it wouldn’t be the walkers that killed him; it would be you.”

You laughed again through your tears and looked at the sweet kid's face. “He’s going to be okay. I know it,”

***

You and Daryl walked through the corpse-ridden streets to your house slowly. It was at least noon, and while watch rotations were set up to guard the hole in the fence, you and Daryl weren’t on till later. It would give the people who weren’t on enough time to eat, bathe, and sleep a little. 

You’d been up well over twenty-four hours, and your bed was calling your name. You and Daryl hadn’t said a word to each other, but you were okay with that. You were too tired and numb to scare. Alexandria lost so much, and your heart can’t take anything else. It needed to rest. 

The first thing you did when you got to the house was wash your hands and arms and then get something to eat. You split a can of stew with Daryl but gave him half of yours because you couldn’t stomach it after the night you had. 

You were just about to head upstairs to shower and sleep when Daryl called your name. You looked back at him but didn’t say anything. 

“When ya finished, come downstairs.”

If you were more lucid, you would have melted. But you were too exhausted. So you gave him a nod and went upstairs to shower. 

You took your time washing your body and hair multiple times before you even thought about stepping out. But eventually, the water started running cold, and you got out, quickly getting dressed. 

The house was quiet when you went downstairs. Rick and Michonne weren’t likely to leave the infirmary until Carl woke up, and Carol offered to take one of the first watches. So you grabbed your fourth glass of water and went to the basement. 

Daryl opened the door after two knocks, and you walked in. 

“I’m really too tired to talk or anything,” You said quietly. You weren’t sure exactly why he asked you to come down. 

Daryl shook his head, wet hair flopping as he did so. He was dressed in clean clothes, ones you wouldn’t typically see him in, so you knew they were pajamas. That’s when you realized what it was he wanted. 

“You know, you’re going to have to start using your words more than once a day, old man,” You said through a yawn as you walked to the bed. 

“I use ‘em,”

You snorted, pulling back the covers and climbing it. The bed was soft and smelt like him. You instantly relaxed into it. When you opened your eyes, he was standing by the edge. Your face scrunched up as he bit his nails, looking anxious. 

You smiled at the man and lifted your arm up. “Come on,”

He hesitated for a second before he got in, coming over to you and resting his head against your shoulder. You carefully draped your arm around his broad shoulders, fingers curling around his hair and softly playing with it. 

“We can cuddle; I won’t tell anyone,” You lightly jabbed when you saw how unsure he was about where to put his arm. 

He grunted and then finally laid it across your stomach. You felt him sigh deeply and you set your hand on his forearm, rubbing it slowly. “You okay?”

“‘M sorry,” 

“For what?”

“For whateve’ happened here. I asked ya to stay, and I shouldn’ have. If ya was out there with me…” His voice trailed off. 

“With you what?”

“Nothin’, don’t matter. ‘M just sorry.”

“Daryl, you don’t have to be sorry for anything. It happened the way it was supposed to happen. We’re both alive. Our family is alive. That’s all that matters right now.”

He nodded, and you felt his hand grip your side for a moment. “Sorry for bein’ a jackass about everythin’.”

You knew what he meant then, and you lifted your head to kiss the top of his. “We don’t have to talk about it right now. We’ll figure it out later.” 

Daryl nodded, and you knew it was exactly what he needed to hear because his body untensed. You let out a sigh of contentment and grabbed Daryl’s hand, intertwining your fingers. “You gotta deal with me holding your hand ‘cause I need the touch right now.” You told him. 

His hand squeezed yours in reply, and you smiled, closing your eyes and finally welcoming sleep. 

***

The next few weeks started to trickle by. Not only were the walls fixed, they were expended as well. The community was cleaned, houses were fixed, and things slowly came together. Carl woke up after a few days and slowly started to heal. It was bittersweet seeing him like that. You were so very thankful he was alive but terrified of how he would survive with only one eye. But you knew he was resourceful, and you believed in him. 

With much fewer people around the community and Rick taking over as the leader, he pulled you from the job you’d originally been given, and you mostly did whatever was needed that day. You helped out on watch, fixing the walls, hunting with Daryl, and cleaning up. 

You and Daryl grew closer over the few weeks too. You wouldn’t call it a miracle, and you’d only spent the night together one other time. But things were progressing. It was like before you kissed him. You joined him on a few morning hunts, starting your tracking lessons again, and ended the days silently on watch. It was peaceful. It felt right. But there was one thing that came with this new friendship that wasn’t there before. There were more little touches, a few kisses here and there, but the best part was the promise of more. 

***

You woke to a thud, and your body jumped up at a reflex. When you saw Michonne wasn’t in her bed, you grabbed your gun and quickly walked to the door. 

“What the hell are you doing in our house?”

Carl was at the end of the hallway, and you could see someone sitting on the steps. You rushed down the hallway with your gun raised, covering Carl. You recognized the stranger as the man Daryl and Rick brought in after their run, who was supposed to be locked up. 

“I’m, uh, sitting on the steps. Looking at this painting, waiting for your mom and dad to get dressed. Hi, I’m Jesus,” 

You squinted in confusion before Rick’s door opened, and he walked out, still buttoning his pants. Michonne followed him out, and your eyes widened as you realized what happened between them. Before you could even start processing that, Daryl, Glenn, Maggie, and Abraham were bounding up the stairs with their weapons. 

“It’s-it’s okay,” Michonne said to everyone, and you all hesitantly lowered your weapons. 

“You said we should talk,” Rick said, “So let’s talk.”

Slowly, everyone moved to the kitchen. You could see the sun rising as you sat down at the table. Carl took your right and Michonne was across from you. Jesus was at the head of the table, and he looked at all of you as Rick started to question him. 

You listened intently, learning how he got out and got a good look at the community. He had a way of talking that kept you listening. When he mentioned the community he was from and how his job was to look for other communities to set up trade with, a questioning tension filled the room. Especially when he offered to bring you all back to see where he was from. 

“Wait, you’re looking for more settlements. You mean you’re already trading with other groups?” Maggie said. 

Jesus smiled and leaned back against his chair. “Your world is about to get a whole lot bigger.”

***

Walking inside Hilltop, you felt like you went back in time. You heard banging from a blacksmith and chickens clucking. It was like you stepped into the eighteen hundreds. Especially compared to how you were living in Alexandria. 

You and Daryl shared a look as he approached you. “Stay at my side,” He whispered cautiously. 

Even at a time like this, your heart fluttered, and you eagerly nodded at him. He wasn’t good with words or expressing emotions, but times like this were all worth it. He melted your heart in four words, and you wanted to pull him away and show him how much it meant to you. 

But you were here for a reason. 

Your first impression of Gregory was that he was an asshole, and you wanted to knock his teeth in. 

“What an asshole,” You muttered to Michonne and Maggie, who were both in the bathroom with you. Per Gregory's demand, Jesus had given you some rags to wash yourselves up. 

“I thought Rick was about to punch him,” Michonne laughed. 

“The nerve of him,” You dried your face. “After we saved his people.

“At least ya’ll don’t have to sit with him,”

You didn’t feel bad for Maggie at all. 

After you three finished up, your cousin went off to find Gregory. You walked around the second floor sitting area, where the rest of your group was. The AK-47 was hanging heavily on your shoulders as you looked around. It was a nice house, and it looked untouched. Just like a lot of the houses at Alexandria. 

Jesus brought you all downstairs, and Maggie was waiting for you all. You listened as she explained what happened and when Jesus and Rick discussed what was best for the two communities. 

When other community members came back, everyone went outside to see what was happening. You weren’t fully paying attention; you were looking around the space when one of the guys stabbed Gregory. 

“Hey!” Rick yelled, running after the man who committed the assault. 

Abraham launched into action as you ran to Gregory. 

“We need to put pressure on the wound to stop the bleeding. Where’s Carson?” You yelled out. You dropped your gun and knelt beside the old man, immediately putting your weight on the stab wound. His warm blood coated your hands. 

You glanced back at the fight that had escalated and looked at Daryl. “Daryl!” You yelled. 

He gave you a nod and went to go help. 

Maggie helped you with the pressure, reassuring a pain-ridden Gregory that he would be fine. Carson finally got over as the fight ended. You heard someone yelling but didn’t pay attention as you looked at Gregory’s face. 

“You have medical training?” Carson asked you. You nodded and stood back to let him, and Jesus lift the man. “Good, I could use your help with him.”

***

“Negan’s the head of a group of people he calls the saviors. The saviors showed up as soon as the walls were built,” Jesus said. “They met with Gregory on behalf of their boss. They made a lot of demands. Even more threats. And he killed one of us--Rory. He was sixteen years old. They beat him to death right in front of us…”

Your fingers twitched as you listened to Jesus. Your fingernails had a red tinge from earlier, and even though you’d washed them three times, Gregory’s blood remained. You stared at it while Jesus talked and told you about this group of people. 

Daryl, Rick, and Maggie led the conversation. You were more than happy sitting on the chair and listening. You knew you would do whatever Rick asked of you. You didn’t exactly like the idea of taking out this group, but they seemed like terrible people. If there was one thing you knew, after everything you’d been through, is that terrible people didn’t deserve to live in this world. 

So when Gregory accepted the deal, you started preparing for another fight.

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[thesamoanqueen]

Blackwater XVI

Raiting: 18+

Warnings: drama cause this story would be nothing without it

A/N: first chapter of the year and we're getting close to the end, so I've left a few little hints here and there

A couple of years ago him and Jey had bought a house by pooling their savings. It was one of those semi-detached houses sell for a few bucks, with few rooms and zero comforts, covered in faded wood slats, paper-thin walls and a single walled backyard without green. For them it had been a victory, they had a party too, one of those goals that their parents had dreamed of achieving for years when they were in their place. Jey had already started a family, Roman was trying to do the same with different results, but he had thought to be happy at that time. Struggling night and day to fill the fridge, he sold himself to the highest bidder, aiming to move forward at any cost, with his head down, without asking questions, open ears, so they had taught him and his cousin did the same. When they weren't working outside the city, they sat in the backyard together, on too small chairs ruined by the sun, telling how it was going and how long it took to reach the top.

They had carried on like dogs, for years, until Roman had realized that the pats on the head he kept down weren't enough to fill a wolf. Their paths had not always been side by side beyond the backyard of that house, life had pushed him with other challenges, other trials, disappointments, pain, lessons. What had happened next, what had led them to bite each other's throats and then be together and separate again, had been the result of all of that.

That warmth in the bottom of his stomach Roman had felt it again, months and months before, the illusion of being happy with little things in another backyard - his - in another house - his - and just as it had happened then, it was gone. He was not meant to live like that.

We eat first. It's all ours. The beginning and the end.

Sitting at the head of the table, with Y/N beside him finishing her breakfast, he stared at the plates still full, enough to feed an entire family, at the padded chairs just waiting to be occupied by someone of their blood, the well-kept backyard where not a single blade of grass grew out of place.

- How you feelin- sitting to his left, the wiseman asked in an attempt at conversation, but it was enough for Roman to put down the coffee he was holding in his hand to silence him.

He was fine, he had recovered his strength, there was nothing wrong. It had been enough sleep next to his mate to restore order in his life and home, to regain full control. He had lost yes, but it hadn't depended on him, it hadn't been a weakness of his and whoever was no longer sitting at his table was a loss he could afford. He had everything needed and more, he was still the undisputed alpha. The attack he had suffered had not left a scratch on him and would have been forgotten. He still had everything he needed to avoid falling back into that misery.

Y/N on his right, took a sip of her smoothie, her sharp eyes focused on Heyman who was already arranging his tie to give himself a tone.

- While you were taking your well-deserved break, my tribal chief, I figured you still wanted to know how business is going and I checked on our members personally for you. A couple of them had heard some silly rumours, some really bad ideas that sleep or a heart attack should have taken out of their heads if you ask me – bad ideas, rumours, opinions, just hearing those words was ruining his breakfast.

Impatient, he dropped the fork onto his plate of eggs and the wise man fell silent for a second, his eyes scanning him as the smell of anxiety increased.

- I made it clear... that they cannot change partners if they don't want to pay for the exit, as per the initial stable agreements. Someone has persisted in starting some… incorrect practices, they are finding allies, but we can appeal, extort what is owed. They're playing a game beyond their capabilities, they don't know how it works – he tried again, making his lip twitch.

Allies, partners, power games. He knew his opponents, men who pretended to be alphas and who he had kicked one after the other, exposing them for the nobodies they were. Now they were running their mouths, they plotted, raising their heads again and showing their dog teeth trying to scare him. He knew what they had in mind, he knew who would try to step forward and who was working to ruin what he had built to take his place or presume justice. The previous night had been a gift for them, the moment they had been waiting for to step forward.

- And even though the border has been temporarily moved a little further south, I have already made it clear that we officially have the right to-

My packland.

- How far south? – he stopped him, his attention suddenly high and focused on him.

He heard the wiseman swallow, trying to take time now that it was too late to take back his words, his eyes fixed on his figure like a prey that feels is being hunted. A moment of silence and then the voice that came out already in pain.

- The border state – he admitted with a grimace and Roman couldn't help the tic that made his head bob – we-we can negotiate though, I'll point out that there has been some interference and that it's clearly not done, they won't take real calls if-

Cutting out whatever the wiseman was raving about, he clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white, his lip curling in annoyance, a growl in his throat growing menacing.

Our home. They are close.

He still had his land, the one he had conquered, but the stain with which they had soiled him was spreading, threatening even what he could not afford to lose. He could do without some north land that he wouldn't have taken advantage of in any case, remote areas that he had never visited, that had never interested him. It was a loss he shouldn't have suffered, but he could bear it. What he couldn't tolerate was everything else, because the state border was south, too south for his liking and there were only two people, out of all the dogs that would be around his neck, who deserved to be blamed for that public execution.

- My cousins. Where are them? – he asked in a low growl and felt Y/N's eyes immediately on him, in silence.

- My Tribal chief -

- I asked you where are em, answer me – he snapped and so did her hand, invisible, under the table, resting on his thigh as if wanting to keep him anchored to the ground, blocked from smashing everything and exploding.

Heyman swallowed heavily, his attention now for a second on Y/N as if looking for an ally and Roman physically felt his eyes on her, immediately lifting his head to glare at him and make him press against the chair in a futile attempt to escape his fury.

- They came back with us yesterday morning, someone saw them on secondary roads to the west. I don't know where they are now, I've tried to contact them several times, still no answer... I'm sorry... - he said and Roman smelled what he too had felt in the bottom of his stomach the entire night, turning over in Y/N's arms: grief.

They had hit him from behind once more, using informations he had given them with trust, to get around him and go around his territory undisturbed. They knew everything, they had access to everything, there were only a few things that Roman had cut them off from in those years of success, the rest had always been there, served on a silver platter at their disposal. In the last period he had closed some doors, not given too many privileges, but there was no inch of that land where they had not spoken for him at least once or acted in his name. They could do anything, go where no other enemy could without attracting attention and this put him on the defensive more than he could tolerate. They were a danger on the loose and Roman couldn't allow them to keep doing what they wanted, how and when they wanted if he didn't want to find himself in an even worse situation than now.

They're our shadows.

He wasn't dumb to hope to physically block them from doing more or wandering around, he had once again shared the backyard and his land had been their home for too long, but he could find a way to remind them who owned the empire on which them and their families walked.

- Stop looking for them – he ordered seriously, his hand tightened around Y/N's now.

- My Tribal chief? – the wiseman whispered uncertainly, his expression at least as confused as Y/N’s.

His wiseman was right, anyone who tried to go against him made the same mistake: they were playing a game beyond their capabilities. For Roman it had never been just a game, everything for him had always been personal, inevitable, necessary. Those two, Jey especially as his right-hand man – and brother – knew everything about him, but he also knew everything about them and it wasn't what they knew about each other that would make the difference in the war they had threatened to wage against him. It was how they would use it and he had always been better at hitting to make his mark.

- Cut them out. From everything. All of em. The Bloodline is no longer their business – he announced without regrets, intending to finish his breakfast in peace.

They had decided to stab him and leave him after his attempt to fix the mess they had made. Now they would have to deal with it on their own, them and their families, filling the empty tables and starting to pay again for the air they breathed, everyone, from first to last without exception.

Starve them.

***

Y/N had seen him arrive from afar after hours, with his hands hidden in his pockets and that typical heavy gait. She had had the impression of watching a kid coming back home after a bad day and had stayed on the threshold of the entrance, waiting for him. Solo was not a kid, Roman and Paul called him the enforcer for good reasons, but the omega part of her, empathetic and protective, that sometimes couldn't stay in its place, had taken control of her that time. By tenaciously refusing, she ended up occupying that role within the new family, as if it had always been hers, as if she had always had it in her blood. She wasn't so sure if there was still a family anymore, but whatever shape it had now or how many people it was made up of, Y/N couldn't move from the entrance.

Solo opened and closed the door in silence, his head low, eyes resting on her only for a moment to acknowledge she was there, before walking straight on, slouching with his shoulders down. His round face, usually threatening, was swollen and his forehead marked by the thoughts that crowded his mind.

- Solo – she called him and even if he gave no sign of having heard, Y/N knew that it wasn't like that – it wasn't necessary for you to come – she pointed out, trying to say more, to make him understand and his voice came out quick, refusing.

-It's up to me – he announced seriously, heavy, time necessary to allow Roman to call him from outside after smelling him.

Y/N saw him staying there just for a minute before disappearing outside without further explanation and joining the empty table where Roman insisted on planning in Paul's company. From afar, she observed them together, in that new strange rigid balance and let herself breathe heavily.

Roman was ready to move on and Y/N knew that he would do everything in his power – and it was a lot – to regain control, but she wasn't so sure that that kind of approach was right. After what had happened to her as a child, she too had left everything behind able to move forward, until he made her understand that no matter what she thought, something would always be missing without a family with her.

That thought made her suddenly turn to go upstairs and try to do something, even if Roman didn't want to, even if he made her promise to let it go. She had avoided talking to Naomi after those messages, but it was time to do so, because she was perhaps the only one who in some way could understand and maybe help her. She could make Roman reason, she had already done it once, but if she needed to do it one more time she would have needed something more on her pocket and having someone willing to help ease the tension on the other side would have been useful. When she finally called her, she waited a couple of minute, but the chaos that reached her after waiting left no doubt. She knew that chaos.

- Y/N! How you doing? Ya good? – she asked immediately and as soon as she did so there was silence.

Her voice was a little too loud, a sign that she was probably joining that chaos before, but the apprehension inside made her realize that she wasn't the only one in that state of mind.

- I've had better days, it doesn't matter, im good.

- I'm sorry Y/N… believe me, im so sorry – she heard her admit too seriously and Y/N nodded even though she couldn't see it.

Naomi was the friend and sister she never had growing up, as were the twins. The bond they had made was a kind of connection that Y/N had discovered without looking for it, it had been natural, simple and now she had the impression of feeling it tremble for a stupid piece of land that had no value for her.

- I know, but it will be better when things calm down. That's why I called Nao - she said, hoping to hear from the other side the same intentions she had.

Naomi didn't answer, not right away, at least not to her, because Y/N clearly heard someone else making noise and her moving to silence him, before talking in a completely different tone.

- Listen... the boys want me to talk you, they say I have to make you reason about things before it's too late, explain to you how things are rightnow... - Did they want to make her reason about things? – I won't do it though, it's not on me. I just want you to know that even though it may seem that way there, it doesn't have to be like this, you don't have to end up in the middle. You don't deserve this, not after what you've already been through.

She hadn't expected to hear that when she decided to call Nao. They wanted to make her reason? What did they mean by not wanting her to end up in the middle with everything?! They were all in the middle, it was a family business, they had told her to the point of exhaustion what they were, for months, when she was still struggling to get used to Roman and now they wanted to keep her out? She was the only one who would listen to them, the only one who would defend them despite what had happened, but suddenly they kept their guard up, they didn't even try to explain to her why they acted the way they did and Naomi refused too. Did they just want her out or what?

- And what im suppose to do? Should I sit back and watch how will it end? – she asked in disbelief, confusion slowly turning into tension along her spine.

How could they have thought of suggesting something like that to her?

- It's this reaction that I worry about. None of us are asking you to choose and act, I'm just saying that we don't want this kind of pressure on you. Me, Jimmy and Jey, Im sure that no matter what, Roman also doesn't want to put you in such a bad position.

A noise, loud, like a sarcastic laugh, from the other side reached her despite everything and Y/N imperceptibly tightened her grip on her phone, trying to ignore that just mentioning him was enough to provoke them.

- A good way would be to resolve and make things the way they were, for everyone. It's not late if the guys- she tried, but Naomi stopped her before she could even try.

- We all hoped it would go differently Y/N. We all wanted things to change. It didn't happen and I'm not going to start talking about what has to be done or what will happen like Jimmy wants too, sorry, that's out of the question, I'm worrying about you and that you're there alone with him hearing all those stories.

Mate!

- What? – she snapped, her gaze suddenly directed at the wall as if she was in front of her.

Her she-wolf reacted even before her head, high attention, tense body.

Naomi wasn't the kind of person who ran her mouth about anything, she always said what she meant and what she was saying at that moment Y/N didn't like it at all. She herself had told Y/N almost a year earlier that she had to see beyond, that she had to give Roman an opportunity and she had seen beyond, she had tried hard and was doing so even at that moment. She was trying hard to understand and sort things out for everyone despite everything, but as things were at that moment, it seemed like she was really the only one who wanted it and she wasn't willing to hear unhappy hypotheses about what she was being told when just the day before she was kneeling to wipe blood from her mate’s body.

- I just want to make sure you're okay and you don't get any bad ideas, I love you – she listened to her add after a few moments, as if she had given her time to cool down knowing and Y/N closed her eyes, inhaling deeply.

She believed in Naomi's good intentions, however she didn't want to upset her, they didn't want her to end up in the middle, but it was her who put Roman back on his feet after they had knocked him down, her who listened to him struggle to fall asleep with his arms almost crushing her, her who tried to keep them together despite their hard heads refused.

- I love you too, but I'm good like this. I’ll be okay. Thanks for checking on me. Give a kiss to the guys.

She hung up before hearing her answer, putting the phone away with the real intention of not using it again for who knows how long. With her head resting against the wall, hands frozen and an unpleasant shiver down her spine, she realized that it was becoming too much, too quickly and her eyes instinctively shot towards the walk-in closet where, lost in a corner, she had hidden the suitcase she had arrived with there in Florida. Roman hated seeing it and would have hated it twice as much if he had known she still had the suppressants inside, but she needed to be clear-headed, now more than ever.

***

Someone else in his place would have stayed in their own home, safe, away from prying eyes and the dangers that rumors can create. In other circumstances he would have done it too, because now he had a very valid reason to stay within the walls of his house. It had no longer attracted him for a while to be always on the road, to grace people's gazes, the desire, envy, admiration that he read in their faces, he had distanced himself more and more. Their attentions didn't even interest him, he didn’t care, but he needed them, because once he had them they would reach the right ears and it was necessary for others to know that he was on his feet, back in strength after just a day. They had hit him, but not knocked him down and him leaving his personal reserve must have been a statement, together with the agreement he had planned that afternoon, for the future of his legacy. A statement that he had hoped would also improve Y/N's mood, at his side since the previous day and with a face that Roman had learned to know and avoid.

- I thought you would agree – he reflected, interrupting the silence inside the big black suv speeding along the coastal road that would take them to the city.

Perfect and composed in her red dress, Y/N turned to look at him, leaving the intensive study of the road, her hand clasped in his, her look confused for a moment. However, he knew what was buzzing in her beautiful head even if she hadn't said it, even if she had avoided any scene with a coldblood that would have made anyone envious, she wasn't the kind of woman you could tell a story and move on. And he wasn't willing to play that game, not with her, not after what had happened, not at risk of losing her too after what they had been through to be together. He had learned from the trial, he knew what to do now.

- I made that decision thinking about you too and you're not happy – he added, already feeling words weighing in his throat.

- Me? How would I have influenced your choice? – he heard her ask and slightly tightened his grip on her fingers, his tongue sliding over teeth to banish the tic that threatened to make his lip curl.

Mate must be on our side. Mine mate.

- I should go and get’em inside their homes, make em beg. I'm controlling myself, you don't like arguments. I'm doing it for you, it's what you wanted. No fights.

What his cousins had done deserved more than a lesson, but going against them, smashing, punishing them as they deserved, leaving them floundering in their misery would have been a dangerous move. The family balance was built on strength, however it was not only with that Roman had managed to obtain what he had now, what others before him had failed to secure. He knew that he had to beat them with the head they lacked first and then with strength, if he wanted to keep everything and re-establish order, jumping to the last step was too high a risk. Y/N also wouldn't have taken it well, she had already tried to keep them together once and even if she hadn't said anything yet, if she didn’t asked it again, Roman knew that it would be difficult for her to leave everything behind. He had promised to keep her out of business, away from that kind of thing, his cousins had ruined every plan and it was enough having to drag her around with him so as not to lose sight of her, making the wrong move could ruin everything .

Her hand moved without force in his grip, but enough to allow her to free her thumb and rub it over the back of Roman’s hand, one of her many ways to calm him when anger began to rise.

- What I wanted was to see yall together – she clarified and Roman nodded, without thinking twice.

- We will do it again, when they will come and apologize. Door is always open for those who are family – he added raw, the skyline of the city now running beyond the window.

His dynasty was made up of men and women with thick blood and hot heads. He had to have an iron fist to prove himself worthy of the title he had, of the ulafala that the Elders had put around his neck, weaknesses were not welcomed and mercy even less so. He hadn't forgotten who Jey and Jimmy were, their blood would remain like his even in the grave, but Roman wasn't willing to pretend nothing had happened just because of that, not after yet another attempt, not after losing. He demanded something in exchange for his forgiveness, he wanted them to remember why he was on top, they had to pay. Only then would he hold out his hand again, not a second sooner.

- And do you think that will happen? That they will apologize?! You can't really think that – Y/N replied with a short sarcastic laugh, a curl swinging next to her gorgeous face.

- No, not now. Their stupid heads will think they can do it, that they can teach me a lesson, they will try to prove that they don't need me.

They would have accomplished nothing without him, just as they had never accomplished anything before he lifted them out of the ground where they were eating and took them with him to the top. The only advantage they had was that there were two of them and even that was worth little since both of them didn't make a full thought. They would carry on stubbornly, trying to challenge his influence, trying to move with the knowledge they had and when they realized that they were in hot water, that they could not do a damn without his approval, they would start to growl. And even then it would only be a growl because he was already two steps ahead.

With an annoyed grin, he turned just in time to see her frowning, lips pouting slightly in that little grimace she always made before talking back.

- And maybe they'll try to get you on their side. Somehow, at some point – he stopped her, running his gaze over her figure, feeling her freeze.

Mark her. We need to mark her.

That one was more than a possibility, much more than a possibility.

Y/N was his future, his legacy, as much as the land he defended. Before her he had done the impossible to secure as much as he could, trying to please everyone, without knowing what would happen after, but with her everything had changed. She was his centerpoint, she was made to be next to him and build a new bloodline with him and for this reason she was also his weak point. His cousins would never dare to hurt her, none of them were savages, but they would try to convince her to side with them somehow and he couldn't let her hear a single word.

-Ro – she called him as if trying to bring him back from wherever his head was going.

-I know Jey... he'll try. He’ll do anything to be the good guy, to justify himself, he can't handle the pressure, he never has. He needs an excuse to look himself in the mirror at night and say he's not doing this to take my place. He'll try it with you and Jimmy will try with Solo.

Jey was an hothead, looking at him from the outside he seemed a rabid animal, he had always struggled to open up to those who weren't family, but he had a soft heart, more than anyone else. Roman had seen him do unthinkable things, many times he himself had ordered them and Jey had never backed down, but he needed a reason, a trigger that meant something to him. He wouldn’t have come forward without seeking support, without he was just a kid watching something he was scared of. Jimmy on the other hand didn't have those problems, he was the other side of the coin, the trigger without reasons. It didn't take much for him to sprint and was used to truly believing himself the big brother of the litter, he wouldn't have let go of the chance to keep that title knowing in his heart that he couldn't have any others.

- Well, maybe it's not a bad idea to convince each other and find a common point - Y/N tried to suggest next to him and just the idea that it could happen or her even thinking about it again, made him snap.

- Like me going to the border to help em, finding myself with ma head half open?! This kind of common point?! I didn't start this, I won't let them finish it until I say so now! – he growled, voice too loud in the limited space of the suv.

He saw Y/N eyes widen and reflexively free his hand, to pass it over the face, torturing his beard, gaze going quickly somewhere else, outside, to the window and to the driver who, beyond the divider, was tenaciously looking ahead at the streets to not get involved. He inhaled deeply, pushing away the anger and then looking back at her, fingers reaching for contact again.

It wasn't her he was mad with, was them. They were ruining everything even now, even when they weren't around. He wouldn’t have let them be near her.

- I'm sorry, I shouldn't have…- he apologized immediately, placing a kiss on her temple with caution – I know what you think… but it was you who cleaned the blood off me, you saw what they tried to do. It's not a game babygirl, it's not an argument. Ima doing this for us, I have to do it, that's what I meant when I told you it's just me and you

Y/N didn't move, but seeing her staying silent kept him with his gaze trained on her, fingers stroking her face now, trying to urge her to say something, react, nod, her hot spot on her neck still free from his mark, calling him louder and louder until it creeps into his head.

- ... have you thought about it again? You don’t want to be by my side? – he asked, unable to hold back the thought, atmosphere suddenly heavy and he saw her lower her tense shoulders. Walls down again.

One breath, her eyes closing before a hand found him, reassuring him, letting him keep his fingers where his scent should have been, the imprint of his teeth to make her forever untouchable to anyone other than him. She was made for him. The call, the impulse, became stronger with each passing day, after what had happened even more than before and Roman rested his forehead against hers, inhaling deeply to control the need to mark her there without no more waiting.

-If I had I wouldn't be here – Y/N whispered and he pulled her against him, burying his nose in her curls, grip becoming more possessive on her.

- I gave you my word I would take care of everything, I will do it – he stammered, looking distractedly through the window, while the Y/N nodded and the suv finally stopped in the building's parking lot.

Mine.

His, it was all his and would remain his forever. Y/N, the Bloodline, its territory and title. He wasn't a player like his cousins, he cleared the way when he went onto the field and made sure no one set foot there again without first asking permission. He was the alpha and would remain so until his last days.

***

Shaking his head, he went out into the backyard to see what had happened to his brother, who had disappeared into thin air as soon as Naomi had threatened a scene at Jimmy’s umpteenth attempt to convince her to talk some sense to Y/N.

Their call hadn't gone as they'd hoped, she'd refused to try and Y/N had hung up not in the best way. The last one hadn't been said, they could still make an attempt, Y/N was less unapproachable than she seemed at first glance, in a right way she would have listened and deep down Jimmy really wanted her to understand what she had ended up in. Naomi said they couldn't do it, that it was unfair and they should leave her alone living her life, he saw it another way.

Big uce wouldn't have put her in danger, him who didn't even look people in their faces when them spoke to him had lost his mind the first second he saw her, man was fucked, but he would have used her. He was already doing it, as he did with everyone, as he had been used to do all his life just for that place at the head of the table and she would realize it too late for her heart. It was up to them to make her understand how Roman’s head worked, what levels of manipulation he could reach to get what he wanted and it would be better for everyone.

Jimmy joined him as he paced back and forth along one side of the fence, like a caged animal, his face turned towards the neighbors house, his shoulders tense.

He didn't like that story, Jimmy wasn't even sure Jey could handle the stress. Roman had gotten inside his head so much that he changed his way of seeing things, taking advantage of the affection he felt for him, of his dedication to his family to keep him where he wanted, Roman had managed to manipulate him for years. He kept saying that they had to figure it out how to make peace, that he couldn't do it without all of them and Jimmy knew, he could already feel it through the bond, he was on the verge of exploding.

- Nao will try to talk her again, but not about this, she doesn't feel it right, she says is not good for Y/N and doesn't want to know about it, that we should stop... at this point we should try with Solo, he's eating trash from Uce’s hand and... hey? What’s wrong? – he stopped suddenly, when he was close enough watching Jey shake the fence in rage and immediately march towards the street.

- School called– he said in a hurry and Jimmy stiffened, going after him.

- Are the kids okay?

-They wants to throw them out. They say that they are not in order with documents, some checks, now they say that regulations have changed, we have to adapt or move them from there. They were rushing them, they tried to call him, Kecia is going to get them.

Documents, regulation changes, checks?! Without warning, from one day to the next and threatening to kick them out?! They were kids good God!

- Hey, hey, slow down, was it him? Do you think- he tried to ask and his brother snapped.

- Who do you think it was?! OG blocking everything, he wants to cut us off, he’s coming for our throats! Kids have nothing to do with this! – he growled mad, head down, teeth clenched.

It was unthinkable that he had actually done it, but more he remembered what kind of man his cousin had become over the years, more he knew that he had done it with a specific reason. The boys loved him, he was the uncle who solved their family problems, the one who spoiled them and who they could ask anything, they trusted that bastard, they were kids and he had used them as leverage to hit Jey again. Just as he had used him and Jey for years to take care of his business, Y/N to get out of the trial and as he would have done with anyone else at his disposal. He knew he couldn't go against both of them and tried to push things like this, with low blows and no morals, but he had gone too far that time.

He's coming for him. Get him.

Somewhere behind him he heard Naomi calling them, while Jey reached the car and he pulled his arm, trying to slow down what was now a hunt.

- Uce! Uce where-

- I have to talk to the elders, move.

It wasn't a request, it wasn't even an invitation. Jimmy knew that face and he also knew how it would go from here on out.

***

She had heard of a couple of those men names while listening to some conversation, one or two were faces she recognized, like that Pearce she had met some time ago with Solo during a tour of the city. They discussed balances, that silly border that started the war and Roman wasn't thrilled, even though his expression hadn't changed at all, even though he was sitting there with his back leaning against the chair like he was in full control. But he wasn't the one she was focused on, not now, not after seeing Paul reluctantly pull his phone out of his pocket to check on whoever was persistently calling.

His face had gone paler than usual and his eyes had rushed to Roman, as if seeking reassurance or terrified of his reaction. Y/N knew that face, it smelled of fear.

Something wrong, again.

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[mosneakers]

Brick's Spooky Day party is in full swing. The atmosphere is alive with laughter and merriment and dancing under the full moon light. Occasional howls emanating from the thick woods of Moonwood Mill, and the deep pulsating beat of the eerie spooky-themed music, send waves of anxiety-induced nausea through Skye Darling's tummy. She considers leaving early.

Selene dances entrancingly around the grassy field as if no one's watching, yet every movement is calculated to capture Lou's feral attention. Their eyes occasionally meet, and with each glance a magnetic pull intensifies. Lou, torn between the painful rumors of her involvement with Brick Darling, and the irresistible force pulling him closer, as if the moon itself is guiding him, decides to push aside his uncertainties and finally say something to her.

Lou: Love the costume...

Selene: [Chuckles] Thanks. You make a pretty convincing pizza boy, yourself! I thought mine was a little on the nose, actually. Lou: Nah, it's perfect—it's very fitting, hah. Anyway, just wanted to say thanks for inviting us, by the way. Selene: Hey, thank Brick. It was all his idea. I just helped him set it all up. He's really trying to build bridges between the communities.

Lou: [Nods gently] Right, I'll be sure to do that. Well whoever's idea it was, I'm glad I made it out, this is a nice party. Looks good. Selene: [Smiles] It's good to see you, Lou— Lou: —Good to see you too. Real good. You look happy. I'm glad you found someone to make you happy, Lenie.

Selene: What? You mean Brick? [Laughs] No, I'm not -with- Brick. We just help each other out from time to time. But we're just friends. In fact, Brick's on a mission to find his fated mate, and I'm supposed to be his wing-wolf tonight, haha.

Lou's eyes widen impulsively. A stifled, shaky exhale of relief slips passed his lips and and a broad grin appears as he tries to play it cool.

Lou: Oh! Cool, cool. Very cool. And how's that going?

Meanwhile, on the other side of the empty grassy lot, Wolfegang approaches Brick with a curious grin. Wolfegang: Hey big guy. [Hearty pat on shoulder] Nice party. Brick: Ayy, thanks man! Glad you could make it. Your costume is siiick. You make a way better pizza guy than Lou's version. Wolfegang: [Blinks slowly] Thanks, brother. Hey, quick question. That young lady hanging out with your cousin... I don't believe I've had the honor of meeting her... Happen to know her name? Brick: Oh her? That's Janie. [Cocks eyebrow] Pretty, huh?

Wolfegang: Pretty? Brick, please, my brother in Wolfhood... [clears throat] From the moment I caught but a glimpse of her eyes in pale moonlight, as she twirled with a carefree and insouciant charm, I found myself ensnared in an irresistible magnetic pull, a force from which I am yet to break free. Her scent alone has my head spinning. I simply cannot be any more clear, I have never encountered a woman like her in all of my years. Brick, my lupine comrade, forgive my directness, but I must inquire: Is she a romantic interest of yours? Your fated mate, perhaps?

Brick: ... I don't know yet, dude. I haven't tested things out with her to get that "special feeling" everyone keeps talking about. Wolfegang: I would hate to step on your toes, friend, but I would be forever grateful to you, if you could introduce me to this enigmatic soul. Brick: [Laughter] Bro what? Why you so worried about stepping on my toes? I wore my work boots. But yeah dude, I can introduce you. You always this weird when you make a new friend?

#ts4 #ts4 story #ts4 gameplay #Red Wolf Fury #RWFseason2 #Moonwood Mill #Brick Darling #Lou Howl #Selene Lópes #Caterpillar Darling #Skye Darling #Janie Books #Wolfegang Wilde

[mixelation]

reborn au; itachi pov ->

NOTE: my headcanon is that people didn't immediately connect the dots between naruto and his parents in part because kushina actively hid she was pregnant. i forget the exact wording, but biwako tells kushina off for talking to mikoto in a way that implies kushina was meant to keep her pregnancy on the down low. so my hc is that once the baby bump was too big to hide with clothing, kushina started limiting public appearances. so there's a line in here where she says she disappeared bc the pregnancy left her bedridden-- that's her cover up story

(no proofreading we die like men)

***

Itachi was four when his father brought him to a battlefield. 

He remembered this happening, the first time around. It was one of his earliest memories. This time around, he was just starting to become aware of himself. The entire lifetime shoved into his little head had been confusing and upsetting, and his first few years of life had felt like a blur. 

But now he knew with vivid clarity who he was. He was Uchiha Itachi, murderer, criminal, and traitor, and he did not want to go. But he also did not know how to make his father stop. 

“I don’t like this,” he repeated again and again. “I want to go back.”

“That’s good,” his father told him, his grip tight on his arm. “You’re not supposed to like this.”

Itachi stared down at a man gasping at his feet, and he remembered his father lying dead on their floor. He remembered his mother, his auntie, his cousin… 

The dying shinobi made a pathetic attempt to gouge a kunai into Itachi's tiny leg, and he stepped back. The man’s breath was a horrible rattling, and he was going to die if he didn’t get proper medical attention soon. No help was coming for him. It would be more merciful if Itachi killed him. 

I think I hate him, Itachi thought of Fugaku. He bent to pick up the dying man’s kunai. Fugaku didn’t even wince as Itachi dug the blade into the man’s neck. Quick and painless. 

Fugaku looked… almost approving. 

“War forces us to make hard choices. Sometimes impossible choices,” he said. “Remember that.”

Perversely, Itachi felt the urge to laugh. 

Maybe he hates me, he thought. 

xXx

Itachi hated the Academy. He hated the chatter of other children, their looks of awe and jealousy and fear in turns, and he hated the way teachers looked at him. He thought about playing at being average, at grasping for the childhood he never had. But every conversation he had with a child annoyed him, and every patronizing look from a teacher made his eye tick just a little more. 

“You did what?” laughed Shisui, the only child Itachi could stand. “Genjutsu? Itachi, they’re going to notice.”

Shisui was deep in the woods, practicing with kunai. Shisui was three years older than Itachi and also still in the Academy, but Shisui had permission to skip lectures for personal training. Itachi did not. Instead, he had placed an illusion on his teacher and all his classmates to think he was still there. 

“They won’t notice,” he told Shisui. “They never do.”

“Well, whatever,” Shisui replied. “You can practice with me, but I’m not gonna bail you out if you get caught.”

Itachi knew this was a lie. Shisui would lie for him. He lied to Itachi's parents for him all the time. 

This Shisui was not old enough to dole out the comforting pieces of wisdom of Itachi’s old life. But he was clever and mature enough to hold a real conversation, and he never looked at Itachi like everyone else did. His smile always cheered him up, and he occasionally told a joke bad enough to get Itachi to crack a smile. 

Shisui threw more kunai, and Itachi knocked them out of the air with shuriken. Shisui frowned and tried a more complicated throw. Itachi purposefully missed one of the kunai, just to let him see how off his aim was with this throw. 

Shisui groaned. 

“You don’t have to look so happy,” he chided, stepping forward to pry the stray kunai out of the tree bark. It wasn’t anywhere close to the target. 

“It’s not that,” Itachi replied. He hesitated. “I got some good news this morning.”

“Oh yeah?” Shisui asked, flipping the kunai in his hand with a thoughtful expression on his face. Trying to recalculate what had gone wrong with his throw, no doubt. 

Itachi was sure he wasn’t meant to share this secret, but also it was burning its way through his heart. 

“I’m going to be a big brother,” he said. 

Shisui blinked, his face filled with surprise. Then a broad grin spread across it. 

“That’s awesome, cuz. Congratulations.”

Shisui shoved the kunai back into his weapons pack before throwing his arms around Itachi. Itachi leaned into the hug, gripping Shisui back tighter than he needed to. Every hug terrified him with the thought that it could be his last. 

He’d been terrified that Sasuke somehow wouldn’t exist in this timeline, that maybe his even stranger personality would poison his parents for more children, or that any minor change in his actions might cause some other younger sibling to be conceived at a different time. But his mother’s projected due date was close to Sasuke’s birthday. Itachi was now more terrified that Sasuke would exist, and then Itachi would lose him anyway. 

xXx

Sasuke’s birth was almost exactly how Itachi remembered it. The date and time were the same. The squashed little baby face was the same. The weight of him in Itachi’s arms was the same.

My little brother, Itachi thought, Sasuke cradled to his chest. So you made it too. 

Itachi’s parents let him take two days and a weekend off of school to be with his new brother. He asked to hold Sasuke whenever he could. On the Monday he was meant to go back to school, he went to the Hokage.  

Itachi barely remembered Namikaze Minato. But he’d gathered his family was friends with him somehow, and he used this to get into his office. 

“Early graduation…?” Minato looked exhausted. Itachi did not remember this from his previous life’s memories, but then again those memories were the faint ones of a true child. “Itachi, you're a very talented student, but I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

Minato lectured him about social bonds and having time to grow. Itachi pointed out he didn’t have friends and wasn’t sure he could make them, when he was intellectually on a much higher level than other children. For some reason, Minato didn’t like this argument. 

“I want to have more time with my new brother,” Itachi admitted. 

“Being a genin is busy work,” Minato warned him. 

“I know,” Itachi replied, “but I could have a more flexible schedule, and eventually I’ll be able to pick my own missions.”

Minato’s lips thinned, unconvinced. Itachi considered genjutsu. But he wasn’t sure how resistant the Hokage would be, and if he didn’t do it flawlessly, he absolutely wouldn’t be getting anything he wanted out of him ever again. 

“I’m just so bored,” Itachi tried, mimicking the way Shisui would complain. It sounded foreign and bizarre on his tongue, but it did make Minato’s lips quirk up. 

“I’ll think about it,” Minato allowed.

Three weeks and two interviews with the headmaster to test his skills later, Itachi was a genin after only four months at the Academy.

“That’s my son,” Fugaku told him, and his mother cooked all his favorite foods for dinner with a placid smile on her face, like she also wouldn’t burn the village down and tear her family apart. Itachi tried not to vomit. 

For Sasuke. 

xXx

Itachi did not care about breaking records. He did not care about accolades or prestige. He did not care about his new genin team or saving the Hokage’s soon to be cut short life. He only cared about Sasuke. 

And so, as far as he could see, he had a choice come October tenth. He could attempt to interfere with Obito when he came to attack Konoha with the Kyuubi, or he could stay by Sasuke’s side. 

Itachi knew he could not take Obito as he was. Itachi was brilliant for his age and could take on most adult shinobi, but his chakra reserves were low and his physical prowess was limited by his age. He could not engage Obito in combat or take control of the Kyuubi with his own sharingan. He could not do what the Hokage was about to die trying to do. 

He considered spying or trying to gather new information. But he already knew a great many things about the man pretending to be Uchiha Obito, and he would not risk Sasuke’s life by abandoning him. He was an officially recognized shinobi now, even if he was only six and only a genin. He would have access to some avenues of shinobi gossip and records he hadn’t had in the past, and when he inevitably flew through the ranks, he’d get more.

On the night of the Kyuubi attack, Itachi made sure to stay home, with baby Sasuke. 

Curiously, nothing happened. 

Nothing very important continued to happen for several weeks. It bent Itachi out of shape, not knowing what was happening. He snapped at his teammates and skipped practices to hover over Sasuke’s crib. How could he defend Sasuke from danger, if he didn’t know where danger was coming from?

His Jounin sensei reported him as unstable, paranoid, and uncooperative. Whatever. 

And then one day he came home to find the Hokage and his wife in his living room. 

“Our babies are going to be best friends, you know!” the Hokage’s wife was yelling. Mikoto had her hand over her face to hide a giggle. They’d propped the babies against each other to sit up for a photo, like balancing two cards to make a house. 

Minato was sitting on the couch with the camera in his hands. Fugaku sat at the other end, looking less stern than usual.  

“Oh my gosh, Itachi-kun!” Kushina yelled, whipping around as he stepped into the room. “You get in the photo too!”

Itachi sat dumbly while Kushina piled babies onto him. He had not planned for this at all.

#reborn au #my writing

[chaussetteblanche]

around the dining table

pairing : austin butler x reader request : my request was the reader and austin are dating and the austin hosts his family over for christmas at his house while he’s on break for filming elvis and ofc the reader is there and is playing with one of austin’s baby cousins a lot of the night and austin just watches and falls even more in love with her, maybe he even tells his sister how he wants to marry her soon. and kinda just like in the fic all of the interactions y/n has with austin’s family during the christmas party! thank you so much!!! by @smckinney word count : 2k warnings : swear words ? i think that's it

“So, I was thinking,” Austin spoke tentatively as he chopped a tomato for the salad you were going to have that evening. “Dangerous pastime,” you chuckled, setting down the cutlery on the wood dining table that stood proudly in the middle of your shared apartment. He playfully rolled his eyes. “Sorry, babe,” you chuckle, “go on. I’ll shut up, promise,” He let out a small chuckle as he shook his head. “I was thinking that we could maybe host Christmas here this year ? For my family, I mean,” he suggested. He had been thinking about it for a while now. Whenever he had his mum on the phone, she would always ask to see the apartment you two had bought. Naturally, after dating for more than a year, you had already met his family and they all absolutely loved you. He often joked that his mum was more excited when you came around than when he did.

You thought about it for a second. Your family lived in Europe, so you could never host Christmas for them. You were always invited, obviously, and had attended last year’s Christmas with Austin. So you wouldn't have to prepare a party for them. So why not host a dinner for Austin's family ? You unconsciously started making a mental list of what you would have to prepare, of how you would have to get your grandmother’s recipe for the turkey and your grandfather’s for the potatoes. And the desserts. It would take work, of course. But it would definitely be worth it. You loved Austin’s family just as much as they loved you and liked the idea of presenting them with a delicious meal as well as presents.

You came back to reality with the feeling of Austin’s hands softly rubbing your hips. “What’s going on in that head of yours ?” he asked, pressing a kiss to your cheek from behind you. You turned your head to the side and brushed your lips against his temple. “Just thinking of how we’re going to cook the turkey, darling,” you smiled at him. “That means yes ?!” “Of course it means yes, why would I ever say no ?” you chuckled as he turned you around and pulled you into a big hug, repeatedly kissing your lips. “I love you so much,” he beamed, slowly starting to let go of you. He cupped your cheeks and kissed you slowly. You smiled into the kiss and pulled him closer by his belt.

A few weeks later, you were just finishing up the decorations on the dining table before Austin's family came over when his phone rang. He started talking, most likely to his mum, judging by the soft tones of his voice. He turned back to you after a minute or so. “Okay, Ma said that they would be late ‘cause Dad forgot the pie so they had to turn back.” He rolled his eyes good-naturedly as he put his phone down. You chuckled, setting down the last decorations on the dining table. Fixing the angle of a napkin, you turned to him. “Don’t you look dapper,” you smiled, approaching him and smoothing down his shirt a bit. He grinned, looking down at you with those incredibly blue eyes. His hands came down to rest on your hips, pulling you closer. 

“We know my sister is going to be late by at least an hour, so I’d say we’ve got some time to ourselves, you know” he murmured, his eyes boring into your own as he pushed a strand of hair behind your ear. You knew that look in his eye as he backed up against the kitchen counter, and you weren’t usually one to refuse him when he got like this, but tonight was different. “No, no, baby...” You put your hand on his chest when he started kissing your neck. He pulled back with a confused look. “We can have sex after all this, I promise. I'm going to have a great time getting you out of this shirt and these pants that make your ass look incredibly good," you trailed off. He looked over his shoulder, trying to see what his ass looked like. "After all this," you motioned to the food in the kitchen, the presents underneath the Christmas tree and the beautifully set dining table, “We can spend, like, 56 hours in bed. But not right now, yeah ? And I don’t want to mess up my hair,” Austin’s eyes came up to look at your hair. “It does look beautiful,” he agreed. You smiled, your cheeks turning darker. “Thank you,” “All right,” Austin conceded, “but after this,” he made a circular motion with his finger, “you’re mine,” You chuckled, kissing his cheek. “I’m yours anyway, love,”

“Hello ! Come on in, it’s freezing outside,” you pulled the door open with a wide smile on your face as Austin's parents came inside the apartment. “Hey Ma,” Austin kissed his mother’s cheek and greeted his father, pulling him into a hug. You gave both his parents a hug, complimenting their elegant attires. “Hi honey,” his mother greeted, holding your shoulders and beaming up at you. “You look so beautiful,” she complimented. You smiled. “So do you, you’re glowing !” "I'm glowing ? Have you looked in the mirror tonight, hon ?" “Alright, d’you want us to leave you two ?” Austin’s dad, David, joked. Lori rolled her eyes good-naturedly. “If you’re expecting me to hold back on complimenting my future daughter-in-law, you’re wrong, David,” she retorted easily, pulling away from you to put the food they had brought in the kitchen. You froze and looked at Austin, who widened his eyes at you and shrugged. David chuckled and shook his head : “Wishful thinking,” He started placing their presents under the tree.

Austin went to help his father arrange all the presents when you were called into the kitchen by Lori. "Y/N, honey ! Will you come over here and help me with the cranberry sauce, please ?" You rushed into the kitchen and relieved her of the big pot of purple sauce, placing it on the marble counter. Lori put down the apple pie next to the sauce and looked inside the over. "Oh my, that turkey looks absolutely delicious !" she complimented. "Thank you," you beamed, "it's my granny's recipe. Austin helped me make it this morning," "Oh, isn't he just such a good boy ?" Lori cooed, looking around the kitchen. "This kitchen is beautiful, so modern," "That he is," you agreed with a smile. "Thank you. A nice kitchen was one of Austin's priorities when we were looking to buy," "Well, you certainly picked a nice one... Say, why don't you show me the rest of the apartment ?" she asked, looking at the corridor enviously. You chuckled. "Of course, follow me,"

"And, finally, this is our bedroom." You gestured to the room you and Austin slept in. "Wow... It's so spacious ! And well lit, too !" she marvelled, stepping inside and looking out the large windows. "Yeah, light is the main criteria I look for. I can't live in a dark place," you spoke. She touched your arm. "I'm exactly the same, honey. I just can't stand dark places," You smiled, settling in the comfortable silence that followed.

"I'm so glad he found you, you know," she said after a while, touching your arm. "He's very lucky to have found someone that's as good for him as you are," "I think I'm the lucky one here," you chuckle. "Well, you're both lucky to have found each other. I don't know your side of the story, but I know that you make him the happiest he's ever been," she looked into your eyes. You smiled, cheeks slightly pink and felt your heart flutter in your chest at her kind words. "Anyway, let's go see if Ashley is going to get here soon. I'm starving. I didn't eat any lunch so that I would be hungry tonight," she confessed. You laughed. "Let's go then, you can eat the appetizers, we don't want to keep you waiting," you grinned.

You stepped into the kitchen to find Austin getting something to drink for his father. His mother's words flashed through your mind and you felt your stomach erupt in butterflies. You arrived from behind and wrapped your arms around his middle, resting your head in between his shoulders. "Hey, darlin'," he spoke softly. "Hi, baby." You smiled up at him as he turned around in your grip to face you. You wrapped your arm around his neck and pulled him down to you, pressing your lips against his. He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him. His hand cupped your cheek as your lips moved against each other's. You hummed as he pulled back, eyes twinkling.

"What was that for ?" he whispered, staying only a hair's width away from your face. You thought back to what Lori had said, biting your bottom lip. "No reason," you smiled. He looked at you, squinting slightly. He didn't entirely believe you but before he could say anything, the doorbell rang.

"Hi !" Ashley beamed when Austin pulled the door open. Austin smiled broadly and pulled her into his arms, embracing her tightly. He shook her husband's hand and crouched down to face Henry, their firstborn. "Henry, my man !" he cried, opening his arms for him. Henry squealed and ran at full speed towards his uncle, screaming. "Au'tin !" he yelled, throwing himself in Austin's arms. Austin chuckled as he wrapped his arms the toddler. You smiled down at the both of them. Austin stood up with Henry in his arms. The little blond boy squealed when he saw you, making grabby hands in your direction. "Y/N," he screamed your name sweetly. You replied with the same enthusiasm : "Henry !"

Austin handed him over to you with a smile. "Hi Y/N," the toddler spoke clumsily, holding on to your sleeve. Your heart melted a little bit as he talked. "Hiya Henry," you grinned, "Merry Christmas !" "Mewy Chwismas Y/N !" he cried. He beamed, showing off his numerous missing teeth. You gave Ashley and her husband a side hug as they came in with big bags to care for their newborn, Sophie.

Soon enough, you had all finished eating. Sophie was asleep in her buggy, her dad gently rocking it back and forth. Austin and Ashley were in the kitchen finished up the last of the dishes. You were sitting on the ground, playing with Henry. "Where do you want to put this one ?" you asked in a hushed tone, handing him a block of wood. He clumsily picked it up and looked at the three towers of different colored wooden blocks, before deciding to put it on top of the middle one. It wobbled a bit, but stayed upright. "Good job," you cooed, gently clapping your hands. You picked up another cube and handed it to him. He placed it on top of another tower. The tower wobbled, and you held your breath, before it collapsed. Henry gasped and turned to look at you with wide eyes. "Oh no." He touched the wooden blocks on the ground. "It's okay, love," you smiled, "you can build it again," "Why it fall ?" he asked, looking pensive. "It was too high, I guess," you shrugged. "Oh," he looked down at the blocks. "Here, I'll help you start it off again," you smiled at him, picking up a few blocks and piling them up. Henry looked up at you with his big blue eyes and smiled. He started building the tower again.

You had no idea Austin had been watching the whole thing attentively from the kitchen, leaning against the door frame with a towel thrown over his shoulder. Ashley came up behind him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "She's good with kids," she smiled. "Sure is," Austin agreed, not taking his eyes off you. Ashley chuckled and poked him in the head. "What's going on in the brain of yours ?" "Nothing," he smiled, rolling his eyes. "Oh, go on, tell me what you're thinking."

"I'm thinking that that woman is going to become my wife. Very soon."

#austin butler x you #austin butler x reader #austin #austin butler #elvis (2022) #austin butler fanfiction

[jackoshadows]

“It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.” - Pride and Prejudice "Only half a hundred times," Dany teased. "You gave up too easily, my lord. For I must marry, all agree." "A khaleesi must have a khal," said Irri, as she filled the queen's cup once again. "This is known." - Daenerys, ADWD.

I have been listening to Austen on my way to work everyday. Finished P&P and have taken up Mansfield Park. It's, IMO, singularly boring and not as entertaining as the rest of Austen's work. It's incredibly slow, there's pages and pages of events that does not push the plot forward - like the play the Bertrams and Crawfords put on - and Fanny is the least interesting of Austen's female leads.

There have been discussions on how, in terms of Austen heroines, Arya Stark comes closest to Elizabeth Bennet with regards to her questioning of the patriarchal ideals of femininity, her wit and vivacity, as detailed here and here.

However, I did notice some similarities between the characters/dynamics of Mansfield Park, the Starks of ASoIaF and one my asoiaf ships Jonrya!

First, there is 10 year old Fanny feeling the outcast and lonely at Mansfield Park until Edmund steps in and befriends her.

Afraid of everybody, ashamed of herself, and longing for the home she had left, she knew not how to look up, and could scarcely speak to be heard, or without crying. Her feelings were very acute, and too little understood to be properly attended to. Nobody meant to be unkind, but nobody put themselves out of their way to secure her comfort. - Fanny, MP

Reminds me of Arya in King's Landing feeling lonely and missing her home, brothers and especially Jon Snow.

That was when Arya missed her brothers most. She wanted to tease Bran and play with baby Rickon and have Robb smile at her. She wanted Jon to muss up her hair and call her “little sister” and finish her sentences with her. But all of them were gone. She had no one left but Sansa, and Sansa wouldn’t even talk to her unless Father made her. - Arya, AgoT

She went back to the window, Needle in hand, and looked down into the courtyard below. If only she could climb like Bran, she thought; she would go out the window and down the tower, run away from this horrible place, away from Sansa and Septa Mordane and Prince Joffrey, from all of them. Steal some food from the kitchens, take Needle and her good boots and a warm cloak. She could find Nymeria in the wild woods below the Trident, and together they’d return to Winterfell, or run to Jon on the Wall. She found herself wishing that Jon was here with her now. Then maybe she wouldn’t feel so alone. - Arya, AGoT

We have Fanny sad and feeling like no one really understands or cares for her and then being comforted by Edmund.

A week had passed in this way, and no suspicion of it conveyed by her quiet passive manner, when she was found one morning by her cousin Edmund, the youngest of the sons, sitting crying on the attic stairs. “My dear little cousin,” said he, with all the gentleness of an excellent nature, “what can be the matter?” And sitting down by her, he was at great pains to overcome her shame in being so surprised, and persuade her to speak openly.

This mirrors Arya's relationship with Jon, where we know he is whom she goes to for solace and companionship - not her father, mother or other siblings. It's Jon Snow. Like getting bullied over her appearance leading to her thinking she was a bastard and getting comforted by Jon Snow.

"A shade more fun than needlework," Arya gave back at him. Jon grinned, reached over, and messed up her hair. Arya flushed. They had always been close. Jon had their father's face, as she did. They were the only ones. Robb and Sansa and Bran and even little Rickon all took after the Tullys, with easy smiles and fire in their hair. When Arya had been little, she had been afraid that meant that she was a bastard too. It had been Jon she had gone to in her fear, and Jon who had reassured her. - Arya, AGoT

Edmund and Fanny becoming very close and Edmund helping Fanny get pen and paper to write home and selling his own horse to get a new horse for Fanny so that she can go riding - which she loves to do!

For a long while no answer could be obtained beyond a “no, no—not at all—no, thank you”; but he still persevered; and no sooner had he begun to revert to her own home, than her increased sobs explained to him where the grievance lay. He tried to console her. “If that be all your difficulty, I will furnish you with paper and every other material, and you may write your letter whenever you choose. Would it make you happy to write to William?” - MP

Though Edmund was much more displeased with his aunt than with his mother, as evincing least regard for her niece, he could not help paying more attention to what she said; and at length determined on a method of proceeding which would obviate the risk of his father’s thinking he had done too much, and at the same time procure for Fanny the immediate means of exercise, which he could not bear she should be without. He had three horses of his own, but not one that would carry a woman. Two of them were hunters; the third, a useful road-horse: this third he resolved to exchange for one that his cousin might ride; he knew where such a one was to be met with; and having once made up his mind, the whole business was soon completed. The new mare proved a treasure; with a very little trouble she became exactly calculated for the purpose, and Fanny was then put in almost full possession of her. - MP

Jon secretly gets a sword, light and thin, made especially to fit Arya's hands and gifts it to her because she wants to learn how to use a sword.

“I have something for you to take with you, and it has to be packed very carefully.”  Her face lit up. “A present?”  “You could call it that. Close the door.” Wary but excited, Arya checked the hall. "Nymeria, here. Guard." She left the wolf out there to warn of intruders and closed the door. By then Jon had pulled off the rags he'd wrapped it in. He held it out to her. Arya's eyes went wide. Dark eyes, like his. "A sword," she said in a small, hushed breath. "I can be fast," Arya said. "You'll have to work at it every day." He put the sword in her hands, showed her how to hold it, and stepped back. "How does it feel? Do you like the balance?" "I think so," Arya said. Arya ran to him for a last hug. "Put down the sword first," Jon warned her, laughing. She set it aside almost shyly and showered him with kisses. - Jon, AGoT

Then there are the other supporting characters.

There's Tom Bertram who's like Robb, the eldest son and heir who treats Fanny like a little sister.

Edmund was uniformly kind himself; and she had nothing worse to endure on the part of Tom than that sort of merriment which a young man of seventeen will always think fair with a child of ten. He was just entering into life, full of spirits, and with all the liberal dispositions of an eldest son, who feels born only for expense and enjoyment. His kindness to his little cousin was consistent with his situation and rights: he made her some very pretty presents, and laughed at her. - MP

There's a Mrs. Norris who is very similarly to Septa Mordane in her treatment of Fanny Vs the Bertram daughters, always putting down Fanny to uplift the other girls - similar to how the Septa drags Arya down to uplift Sansa. This has a detrimental effect on the Bertram girls just like it does for Sansa - encouraging them to be mean to Fanny in the same way Sansa/Jeyne mock Arya.

The Bertram sisters mock Fanny for not being good at music or drawing and is told by their aunt Norris that this indeed makes Fanny stupid.

“Yes, I know there is, till I am seventeen. But I must tell you another thing of Fanny, so odd and so stupid. Do you know, she says she does not want to learn either music or drawing.” “To be sure, my dear, that is very stupid indeed, and shows a great want of genius and emulation. But, all things considered, I do not know whether it is not as well that it should be so, for, though you know (owing to me) your papa and mama are so good as to bring her up with you, it is not at all necessary that she should be as accomplished as you are;—on the contrary, it is much more desirable that there should be a difference.”

And as Austen succinctly and rightly puts it, this sort of encouragement and mentorship from their aunt Norris leads to a lack of humility and generosity in the sisters.

Such were the counsels by which Mrs. Norris assisted to form her nieces’ minds; and it is not very wonderful that, with all their promising talents and early information, they should be entirely deficient in the less common acquirements of self-knowledge, generosity and humility. - MP

We see this in AGoT Sansa - the lack of self-awareness, of humility and generosity in the way she treats Arya, Jon, the small folk, Mycah and even Jeyne Poole. Septa Mordane's thoughts and opinions have had a negative effect on ALL her pupils. It's encouraged Arya's low self-esteem and Sansa's vanity and classism.

And while Septa Mordane, Sansa and Catelyn always put Sansa on a higher pedestal than Arya in terms of perfection, intelligence and beauty, it's Jon Snow who considers Arya to be clever and pretty.

"What could you want to see?" Sansa said, annoyed. She had been thrilled by the invitation, and her stupid sister was going to ruin everything, just as she'd feared. "It's all just fields and farms and holdfasts." "Hodor!" Sansa yelled. "You ought to marry Hodor, you're just like him, stupid and hairy and ugly!" She wrenched away from her sister's hand, stormed into her bedchamber, and barred the door behind her. - Sansa, AGoT

But what if Arya was not there to be saved? What if Lady Melisandre's flames had told it true? Could his sister truly have escaped such captors? How would she do that? Arya was always quick and clever, but in the end she's just a little girl, and Roose Bolton is not the sort who would be careless with a prize of such great worth. - Jon, ADwD

"Good." She had never cared if she was pretty, even when she was stupid Arya Stark. Only her father had ever called her that. Him, and Jon Snow, sometimes. Her mother used to say she could be pretty if she would just wash and brush her hair and take more care with her dress, the way her sister did. To her sister and sister's friends and all the rest, she had just been Arya Horseface. - Arya, ADwD

And despite aunt Norris and the Bertram girls finding Fanny to be deficient and stupid, Edmund thinks of her as clever and capable.

“To be sure, my dear, that is very stupid indeed, and shows a great want of genius and emulation. - Aunt Norris, MP

Kept back as she was by everybody else, his single support could not bring her forward; but his attentions were otherwise of the highest importance in assisting the improvement of her mind, and extending its pleasures. He knew her to be clever, to have a quick apprehension as well as good sense, and a fondness for reading, which, properly directed, must be an education in itself. - Edmund, MP

Fanny has a lot of love for Edmund, a mixture of gratitude and affection.

In return for such services she loved him better than anybody in the world except William: her heart was divided between the two. She regarded her cousin as an example of everything good and great, as possessing worth which no one but herself could ever appreciate, and as entitled to such gratitude from her as no feelings could be strong enough to pay. Her sentiments towards him were compounded of all that was respectful, grateful, confiding, and tender. - MP

Edmund and Fanny consider themselves brother and sister, love each other that way and there is a strong emotion there between them.

"By eight in the morning Edmund was in the house. The girls heard his entrance from above, and Fanny went down. The idea of immediately seeing him, with the knowledge of what he must be suffering, brought back all her own first feelings. He so near her, and in misery. She was ready to sink as she entered the parlour. He was alone, and met her instantly; and she found herself pressed to his heart with only these words, just articulate, 'My Fanny, my only sister; my only comfort now!' She could say nothing; nor for some minutes could he say more." - MP

“What do you know of my heart, priestess? What do you know of my sister? Bring her home, Mance., and now I am about to save four thousand of your free folk. You owe me this one little girl. - Jon, ADwD

Despite growing up together, Edmund and Fanny do part as Edmund goes to college and Fanny stays at home. They write to each other and keep in touch, which Jon and Arya cannot do. And while going through their harrowing journeys (Arya) and climbing the ladder to Lord Commander (Jon) they miss each other dearly and want to see each other again.

There are of course differences. I find Jon's love and admiration/respect for Arya to be greater than Edmund's for Fanny. Jon thinks Arya is perfect as is while Edmund sees himself as helping Fanny grow as a person. All the girls Jon admires or falls in love with mirror Arya in terms of personality, looks and physicality (Ygritte, Alys, Val). Jon straight up compares Ygritte and Alys to Arya. In contrast Edmund falls for Mary Crawford who is the opposite of Fanny and where Fanny and Mary are compared with each other in the book. Jon is searching for an Arya in every girl he meets, right from ACoK, while Edmund only acknowledges that Fanny is the person for him at the very end. And then there's the difference in Arya and Fanny, where Arya has more in common with an Elizabeth Bennet than with Fanny herself. And Jon is no Edmund.

So yeah. I remember reading somewhere that GRRM has read Jane Austen. So these similarities are fun even if they were not intended or are wholly unrelated.

#Arya Stark #Jon Snow #Jonrya #Austen

[inlovewithregencyera]

Elmsworth House, July 4th, 1818

After the proposal was made and the friends and family wished their congratulations to the new couple, the party migrated to the drawing room for some entertainment before the evening was concluded. Helena asked Aurelia to enchant their guests with her refined singing and musical talents. She was reluctant at first, mainly because she hadn't sung in front of Frederick in almost two years, but she did it anyway. As Aurelia's fingers gracefully danced on the harpsichord keys, the notes that escaped her lips left Frederick enchanted by the beauty of her angelic voice. It was like a melody had echoed through the chambers of his heart. All he could do was think of was their last summer spent together, as he tried to hold back tears from the bittersweet memories they shared.

♫♫♫!!!!

♪That now lie sleeping, softly, softly, now softly, softly lies sleeping♪

♪Sleep is a reconciling, a rest that peace begets♪

♪Doth not the sun rise smiling, when fair at evening he sets♪

♪Rest you then, rest, sad eyes♪

♪Melt not in weeping, while she lies sleeping♪

♪softly, softly, now softly, softly lies sleeping♪

*Loud applause*

Ashley: Lord Worthington?

Frederick: What, Mr. Ramsbury?

Ashley: I asked if you were alright-

Frederick: *sniffling* Why wouldn't I be?

Ashley: Well m'lord, it's just that your eyes are wateri-

Frederick: *wipes eyes* I have no idea what you were referring to Mr. Ramsbury.

Ashley: ....

Laurence: *whispering to himself* Dearest, sweetest angel, how come you've graced this earth with your talents along with my heart. For I know I can never have you-

As you belong to him.

Peregrine: Oh she's done excellent.

Helena: I know! Our dear niece has a voice that would make the angels in heaven weep.

Peregrine: And Lord Worthington...

Helena: *trying not to laugh* Oh hush old man!

Emma: Oh mama! How I wish I could sing like Lady Aurelia.

Elizabeth: You have other talents to make up for that my dear, do not fret. I'm sure your harp skills will have you married off by the end of May!

John: Don't say that.

Elizabeth: Oh John!

William: You should delight us next with your singing, my sweet Martha.

Martha: But I want to sit here and gaze at you and imagine our future together.

William: We'll have a nice little townhouse in the heart of Willowfax. But during the Summer, we shall move to a country house in Henford where our children can go and visit their grandparents every day.

Martha: Oh, how grand!

Patience: Grand indeed! *finishes wine glass in one gulp*

Ashley: My dear, that is your fifth glass! Shouldn't you retire the wine-

Patience: Only after I play my song!

Peregrine: Patience I'm not sure that is a good idea considering the state you're in. You can barely stand up straight.

Helena: Oh dear, please do listen to Mr. Ramsbury and your husband!

Patience: Oh but ma'am, my song will ease my nerves.

Ashley: Oh dear!

*Frederick starts rising from his seat*

Ashley: Oh dear cousin, please, take my seat. I believe I need to be up waiting for my poor wife in case she needs my assistance!

Frederick: *whispering* You sounded lovely.

Aurelia: *whispering* T-thank you.

Frederick: May I speak with you later tonight?

Aurelia: Yes, yes certainly.

Frederick: Meet me in the woods, behind the house once everyone is asleep. Bring Sarah, just in case someone sees us.

Aurelia: Alright.

This made Aurelia more anxious than usual as recurring memories came to her head once more. She and Frederick used to sneak out late during the Summer of 1816 when he was staying with their family at their summer home in Brindleton. They used to enjoy each other's company and stroll along the beach whilst holding hands. They of course could never be intimate or physical in public, as it was considered scandalous, so when they had time to themselves they would hold, and hug each other as long as they could. She had been craving his touch and embrace for the past two years, and truth be told, she still loved him. She never stopped loving him, and now that he was in her presence again she felt her love for him grow stronger than it had been once he was away.

♪♪♪

♪Did you not hear my lady, go down the garden singing♪

♪Blackbird and thrush were silent to hear the alleys ringing, oh saw YOU, not my lady, out in the garden there♪

♪Shaming the rose and lily, for she is twice as fair♪

William: Well she's slightly drunk, but this song is quite heartfelt! Her voice is exquisite, but nothing compared to your cousins.

Martha: Yes..indeed.

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#ts4 regency #sims 4 regency #sims 4 historical #regency sims 4 #simblr #sims 4 regency era #sims 4 #historical sims 4 #sims 4 historical story #ts4 georgian #ts4 simblr #TCOTD

[hardcoregayanalsegx]

I'm going to do it.

This is going to be a final goodbye to you and the world.

I've been suc!d!al for almost a decade.Today is finally the day.I'm not scared anymore.

I just hope that people will be able to forgive me I don't want to hurt anyone I just want the pain to go away and it's foolish for me to think it will go any other way.

But I want to you to know that I care for you, all of you regardless that I don't know anything about you that you deserve life.

Try other ways to make the pain stop,it's hopeless for me but not you.

You still have a chance. You still have a chance to do everything.

Not just exist but live,truly live. Feel alive again. You could travel the world, make an actual impact in this distainful world we live in at the moment. Find meaningful connections. Find someone or something that will make life worth living, actually look for it.

Before I go a few things about myself. My real name is theo,though it technically isn't the name on my birth certificate, it is mine. I have green eyes and blonde hair. I have braces and glasses (near sighted). I'm somewhere between 5'3 & 5'6, I weigh anywhere between 150 and 125. I am a minor so do with that what you will. I struggle with depression anxiety and adhd, as well as asthma.

I have two rabbits, a guinea pig, a wonderful boyfriend best friend and multiple other friends that I appreciate dearly but won't name for privacy reasons, two brothers that I wish I knew better and wish knew me better, a decent mom and a wonderful dad. Three grandparents, two aunts, three uncles, and seven cousins.

I play dnd on Tuesdays and Fridays. Ride horses on Sunday. Am In a joke crab cult that was originally created by a now eighteen year old man on Tiktok that spread to my school by me. I go to school on the east coast in America. My absolute favorite band is the crane wives and my favorite songs by them are pretty little things, I ain't done, ribs and the hand that feeds although I love all of their songs. I like to draw and paint. I prefer the night over any other time cause I like the dark and being alone. And most importantly I love the woods, it is my favorite place. I will probably think of more which will be in the other posts

And with that I will send myself off with a few more set of posts that will show my life off of social media things that make me, me.

Also I apologize for any mistakes and errors.

#self h@rm #tw self h4rm #depressing shit #tw self destruction #cvtaddict #hitting styro #i want to cvt #styroblr #slef harm #join the crab cult #crab cult

[ladylooch]

could we see a glimpse into Lucie and Connor’s friendship before they got together? Possibly them having late night convos like you said? And maybe some ***tension***

Lucie sits cross-legged on the leather couch in the living room, typing away on her final mid-term paper for Fall semester. She hears a key in the lock, then the door swings open to reveal Connor Wood. 

“Fuck!” He exclaims, jumping back. Then he sighs when he realizes it is Lucie. She smiles. “I didn’t know you were here.”

“Sorry.” Lucie murmurs, watching him shut the door. “I told Lio I was here.”

“Oh. He didn’t pass that message along.” Connor says as he throws a weeks worth of mail onto the kitchen counter.

“I can go into his room.” Lucie says, starting to gather her stuff.

“No, no, no.” Connor waves his hand at her. “It’s okay. You don’t have to hide cause I’m home.” 

“I don’t want to disrupt your space. I just needed somewhere quiet and private to finish my paper.”

“You’re good, LuLu.” He assures her, tossing his hat onto an end table. “I’m just going to make a sandwich and then I’ll get out of your way.”

“Okay.” She says. She goes back to her paper, typing a few more sentences before Connor clears his throat to get her attention. “Hm?”

“Do you want one?” Lucie hasn’t eaten all day. Her stomach gurgles as if on cue. He chuckles. “I’ll make you one.” 

“Thank you.” Lucie murmurs when he brings it over to her. “You can stay out here with me… if you want. It sucks eating in bed.” Connor stares back at her, keeping his hand on the plate even as her fingers wrap around to take it.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.” She whispers. Connor nods, then goes into the kitchen, grabbing his plate before joining Lucie on the other side of the couch. He keeps the TV off, but pulls his phone out, beginning to go through it.

“Oh… haha. Hey, Lio says you’re coming over to study today.” He shows her the text message.  Lucie leans forward to read it, playing with her bottom lip. Her eyes drift above that message seeing a text from Lio: Can you two keep it down in there? Lucie straightens, smile falling off her face as she goes back to her computer screen. 

Connor takes notice, looking over his messages. His cheeks turn pink when he sees that message. He puts his phone down on the table, then takes a bite of his sandwich. Lucie keeps hers off to the side, trying to go back to her paper. But Connor’s masculine presence and fresh body wash are overtaking her ability to focus. Connor demolishes his sandwich in what seems like two bites. He glances over at her, pushing his plate away from him on the coffee table. 

“So what’s your paper on?”

“On a book we read in class earlier.” She answers, rubbing at her nose. Connor nods.

“How are you liking NYU?”

“Um…” Lucie murmurs as she finishes her next thought. Then she looks up at him. His crystal blue eyes are intently studying her. She feels every stroke of them over her face, awaiting her answer. “Um..” Lucie says again, then blinks to re-focus. “I like it.”

“And the U.S? Being back here is okay?”

“Yeah. I feel comfortable here. It helps to have Lio close… and you.” She offers up. Connor smiles. He has been around most of the time she has seen Lio since she got here. He is kind of becoming a cousin approved third wheel.

“So what is the party scene like?” He leans back on the couch, turning more towards her. His right leg is curled under him, but his left leg stretches out towards Lucie. His body is open. Lucie could slide across the couch and curl into his strong chest. It looks like she would fit perfectly right there, pasted to his t-shirt. Sometimes she wishes she had someone to hold her when life gets overwhelming. She used to just go hug her dad, but she doesn’t have that as an option anymore. 

“Probably like it was where you went.”

“Eh.” Connor disagrees. “More athletes at BC than NYU.” She rolls her eyes.

“Is that all you care about? Sports and beer?”

“No.” It’s so matter of fact and confident. Lucie bites back a smile, lips pursed as she nods at him.

“Okay.” 

“What about you? All you care about is school and whatever Lio is up to?”

“No.” Connor nods in response.

“Maybe one day we can tell each other what we like?” Lucie’s stomach drops out of her body. Everything about that was suggestive. She is not imagining that at all. Connor seems to confirms it with the intense stare and slight smirk on his face. “Hobbies… of course.” He fills in after a moment of her silence. “Like what your favorite sandwich is so you’ll actually eat it.” 

“I like this.” She chuckles. 

“You haven’t even had a bite.” She rolls her eyes again then takes a big exaggerated bite.

“Oh my god.” She jokingly moans. “Best sandwich I have had in my life.” Connor laughs, then reaches forward, swiping Mayo off where it clings to the corner of her lips. Lucie swallows her food, heart pounding in her chest at how close he remains to her. Her lips part. Connor’s eyes dash down to them, then he leans back, looking almost startled. 

“I should let you finish your paper.” Lucie licks her lips and nods in agreement. 

He disappears from the room then Lucie hears the click of his door shutting down the hall. She tosses her laptop to the side, running her fingers through her brown hair. She gives the strands a tug, then looks out the living room window at the city.

Connor can walk away from this room, but whatever just shifted between them isn’t going back into place. 

#lucie x connor

[acutemushroom]

My " 'Jon's characters are related' tree" corrected

So....upon first posting it, I've realized that I've forgotten Roman and Wiggly. But that's not all, I can do better. Yesterday, I've realized that I also forgot Daniel/Stopwatch... So, here is a corrected version of the family tree. Though, I still deliberately did not include Wiggly and cie. for my sanity's sake. I could have added the Emma and her family to the tree, but since her and Paul don't have children together, let alone children played by Jon, I chose otherwise.

So... here is some explanation on how I connected the Murray and Monroe families the the Matthews one :

Again, Roman doesn't share the same surname. And Roman being the leader of Nibbly's cult, I wouldn't be surprised (and HC) that he is much older than he looks like. Probably around Sheila's age actually... So, it's through his sister that he is connected to Paul ! But again, the ages wouldn't have fitted that well if he was his great-uncle. So, I went down a generation below. Roman's niece is actually the Matthews' matriarch, Paul's grandmother.

Which makes Linda Paul's second (degree) cousin, despite them being around the same age. I partially explain that by the fact that, at least in my HC, her mother was something around 30 years younger than Roman (yeah, yikes) .

In the same order of ideas, her children are Paul's father's cousins, his first cousins then, despite them being younger than most of Richie's generation. In fact, I don't think Trent is much older than little Jerri... Talking about them, I know Gerald isn't the biological father of at least half of Linda's children. But because we don't know who their fathers actually are and that Gerald's name most probably is on the birth certificate, I am going to put them as his children. Not that it changes anything for the sake of relating each of Jon's characters.

Stopwatch is Gary's son. No real reason if why not ?

Also, here's some HCs about the dynamics in the family !

The twins know for Daniel's power, but not for the fighting ring. Richie's been so overexcited to learn that, that Daniel feared he would spill the beans. Thankfully, he didn't. Under oath not to. All the family think Daniel has martial art classes, only his father knows the truth about the fights.

Daniel calls Paul and his siblings uncle and aunt. Jerry did try to break him out of the habit, he's their first cousin not their nephew. But it just made it worst. Now, Jerry is suspecting Gary to bribe his son to purposefully call him that just to piss him off.

Girl Jeri knows that Jerry has nephews and a first cousin. But not at first ! When she saw them for the first time, walking pass them on the street, she legit stopped in her track and searched for a solid minute why they looked so similar to Jerry. He had to clarify why later.

All the men are made from the same mold in the family ! No seriously. If Little Jerri had actually been raised by his parents, instead of being left in the woods as a baby, he'd look like his father's exact copy.

When Paul brought Emma to a family reunion for the first time, she did make a joke/comment on the fact they all look like clones. Which was particularly hilarious in the "Forever an always" timeline...

Linda has no idea that she is related to the Matthews.

#hatchetverse #team starkid #jon matteson's characters are related headcannon #the guy who didn't like musicals #nerdy prudes must die #nightmare time #black friday #family tree #headcanon #I have the memory of a goldfish #now...to tag each characters 😭 #roman murray #linda monroe #gerald monroe #trent monroe #seaton monroe #jordan monroe #river monroe #gary goldstein #stopwatch #paul matthews #trevor npmd #richie lipschitz #boy jerry #girl jeri #the lumber axe starkid

[lya-dustin]

A moon like this

Or my take on Alys Rivers and the tragedy of Harrenhal

For the March 11 prompt for @hotd-bigbang

Cw:pyromancy, witchcraft, Alys being bisexual, an explanation for Alys' unsuccessful pregnancies, death, murder basically normal hotd shit

The moon is high in the sky when she opens Harwin's letter at her desk. Despite him being the heir and far too perfect in that irritating way, he was her favorite brother and the only one of their siblings who didn’t look down on her.

He'd chosen her first husband and helped her bury him in the woods when her miscarriage revealed the origin of her visions in the flames, so she kept his nightmares of burning to death at Larys’ hand from coming true.

The Stranger would never take him from her like it took her husband and the children she always wanted as long as he stayed away when she was not home. Alys has almost everything she could ever desire, but there are times when she falls in love with ladies who take her as a companion and a nurse for their children until their husband discovers them. Harwin was fond of jesting that had he taken her to Kingslanding, Princess Rhaenyra may have chosen her over him.

Melody Butterwell is one of those lady loves of hers. Beautiful and sweet and oh so lonely at Whitewalls.

Melody had been in want of a friend to assure her she wouldn’t be a bad mother as hers had been, a trusted wet-nurse to help her raise her little daughter and ,most importantly, a woman who could love her in a way she could never live her oaf of a husband.

Melody treated her like kin despite being Harwin’s maternal cousin, better than Uncle Simon did when father was away at Kingslanding. She lacked for nothing here and if she played her cards right, would marry a knight in the household and finally leave her line of work.

Alys would miss it here, she planned to leave before father returned home and keep the demons of Harrenhal at bay. Unfortunately, Larys had returned before they did with a curious lock of auburn hair.

“I was hoping to surprise you when we arrived yesterday, but by the time I could steal away from the welcoming feast it was too dark to visit you at Whitewalls. Father tells me I should wait longer until my household settles and Larys agrees with him. Save a seat for me at their Sept and give my love to Cousin Melody and her babe.” Alys reads and feels her heart sink at his cheerful words.

She had seen nothing of this return, not in the candle she lit to read the letter, not in the fire of her fireplace and not in the kitchen’s chimney stoves.

The witch knows her brother will never arrive here for mass on the Seventh Day. She can hear his screams and feel him die already even if he has only been home less than a night.

Alys wastes no time in packing anything for the journey and wears her hardiest cloak as she leaves on a stolen horse like a madwoman.

Only she can stop this.

And yet, Alys Rivers, bastard of Lyonel Strong and a Red Priestess he met in his youth, arrives to see Harrenhal in flames and her father and brother dying in the inferno.

Larys does not grieve as their kinsmen do, he does not hide his sinister smile as well as he hides that lock of the queen’s auburn hair. Why would he mourn when he killed them? Why would a kinslayer cry for the father he did not care for and the brother he always resented?

“Monster! Monster!” Alys flies into a rage knowing her father and brother will never be avenged by their legitimate kin, not while Larys lives. “You have doomed us all, kinslayer. Our line will die because of you!”

Larys feigns concern and has her reduced to the mad whore that their father claimed, all the while he plots with the Green Queen to put her son on the Iron Throne. He becomes Lord Strong and she becomes Alys the Mad, Alys the bastard with no other purpose than to nurse his bastards and whore herself out to make ends meet.

The same moon climbs into the sky when Aemond Targaryen slays the last Strong male on a bloody stone. The boy was Lyonel Rivers, bastard and only son of Larys Strong.

It is her victorious laughter that brings the cursed prince’s attentions to her and her revenge against Larys truly begins.

That same night she conceives the demon shadow that will kill the woman who gave Larys the order, Alicent Targaryen, with none other than the wretched queen’s own son. She would have killed her brother as well, but his death lay on the hands of the Wolf of Winterfell.

Aegon the Usurper will return to Kingslanding to find his mother and Larys Strong murdered savagely by a wraith with the face of his soon to be dead brother.

Then, and only then will the Witch of Harrenhal rest.

#alys rivers #hotd spring prompts 24 #hotd bigbang #hotd fanfiction

[in-love-with-srk]

The Thorpe Dilemma #7

It was outreach day. You really didn't see the point of it all. Why would you bother helping a town that glared at the sight of outcasts?

As if the stripes on your uniform signified you were some sort of criminals for existing. Even though the mayor clearly acquired 'funds" from Nevermore.

And shouldn't "volunteering" be voluntary. Either way, you did your part at the park that glorified the colonists. How ignorant could one town be...

And then to no one's surprise, you snuck away while Wednesday along with Eugene looked through the meeting house for any information on Joseph Crackstone.

At least that's what you thought until you saw Wednesday talking to Tyler at the weathervane. "What are you doing here cousin?" you ask pulling her away.

"I'm here to figure out where the ruins of the original meeting house are. There is probably no tangible evidence there, but a vision could fill in some gaps."

"And you asked Tyler? Before you get defensive, I'm not trying to imply anything, but like you said earlier we haven't crossed anyone off our suspect list and just keep in mind who knows where you are. Ok?". she nods in response.

"Y/n I thought you were working at Pilgrim World?" Xavier says. "I saw my chance to escape being dressed up as a colonist and I took it." you say still looking at Wednesday.

You and Wednesday glance at Tyler and he smiles at the both of you. Only you reciprocate slightly.

Then you turn around and see Xavier glaring at the back of Tyler's head. "You too cousin." she says subtly moving her head towards Xavier. She leaves and Xavier decides it's safe to talk now.

"Were you and Wednesday talking to Tyler?" "Just her, she needed his help with something.". He waits for you to elaborate but you don't. He figures it would be best to change the topic.

"So are you here to see me?" he asks smiling a little. "Maybe... It seemed like a better way to spend my time" "We'll I'm honoured' he replies putting his hand to his chest.

"Would you like some Coffee?" he asks you. You tell him your order before sitting down in a booth. You open up another book on the types of outcasts.

Xavier puts your order on your table. Without thinking, you shift and make room for him. He sits next to you and puts his arm behind you.

"I went through a bunch of books too. I didn't really get much though" "Hmm" you reply absent-mindedly.

Xavier is a little nervous you sense. His leg is moving up and down slightly and he is struggling to look at you.

"Do you plan on going to Raven? With someone, I mean..".

"Not as of now. Kent asked me yesterday. I don't understand why he did even after Thing punched him and I threatened to. Maybe he's a masochist."

You look to him for a reaction and he seems a little angry. He rolls his eyes looking away from you slightly.

"Yoko asked me too. That surprised me even more, but apparently she has liked me for weeks now."

"And what did you say?" he asks in a blank tone. "Do you really think I would be sitting here with your arm around me if I had said yes?" you ask in a teasing tone.

You look at him in surprise as you feel his hand on your thigh. "It's not that surprising to me. It is very easy to like you."

He starts drawing shapes on your thigh. "If I were to ask you to the Raven. Hypothetically of course are you free that night? Or are you planning to explore something obscure in the woods?"

"I would say that, I wanted to explore something obscurely in the woods but Weems wouldn't let me sneak out after my accomplices and I set fire to Crackstone's statue. So I'd have to settle to going to the dance with you.".

"Lucky me," he says leaning in to kiss your cheek. You look around to see if anyone saw that. Thankfully today was not the day that anyone but him can see you get flustered.

"I have to go soon. Weems said I have to play the piano at the town square."

"I didn't know you played the piano." he says interlocking your fingers.

That's when you hear the bell on the door jingling and you see Enid and Ajax walk in. Xavier doesn't seem to notice, still looking at your hands. Enid points at Xavier's arm around you

"You do have the hands for it." he says pulling your hand closer to him and inspecting it. "You have very pretty fingers.".

He lets go of your hand and stands up. He gestures in front of him giving you room to walk.

"Ever the gentleman," you say sarcastically. Before you can walk away he pulls you back by your hand and brings you closer to him

He kisses your hand and doesn't let go. You can hear Enid's happiness. "You're slightly overdoing it with the PDA "

"Sorry, I'll remember to do that only when we are alone next time." He says seemingly smug

Enid follows you out, forgetting that she came to get coffee.

Ajax heads towards him. "Looks like my boy finally grew a pair." He says patting his shoulder.

"You're one to talk. Did you say anything to Enid?"

"Yeah dude, I have a date tonight." He says as he rings the belll, making Xavier roll his eyes. "Wait, what did they mean they were going to set fire to Crackstone's statue-"

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Obi wan anakin and ahsoka family soap blurb

So i just rewatched one of @zengers star wars ai videos on youtube (which i can only highly recommend they're the best) and heard obi wan calling anakin and ahsoka 'kids'. And this combined with their relationship what was always big bro little sister and their tired single dad i had an idea of soap about obi wan ahsoka and anakin and their daily life:

Anakin and ahsoka being the kids, anakin the older broher and ahsoka the younger sister and obi wan is their tired single dad raising them (also the mom role with their mom satine already passed away who had loved her beloved kids and husband uncondicionally and was so fun and warm and sweet and is missed every day so badly) and r2 d2 being their pet which dad never wanted but the kids found it lost without a home and begged him that they please could keep it an that they would ofc take care of it (obi dad has to take it on walks and feed it and we know it) but in the end he still loves it aswell. Yoda being their unhinged great grandvather already in retirement home telling dirty jokes at the dinner table on thanksgiving and qui gon being their grandfather living nearby teaching them dumb shit joining them on their stupid adventures. Mace windu being their neighbour who hates kids but especially them two who always destroy his peace and quite, windows and lawn. Yelling over the fence to kenobi to get his fucking brood in control while they always play pranks on him all the time. Padme being anakins girlfriend, rex their cousin and cody, quinlan and obi single dad besties, a bros since childhood trio.

Them (the kids and the dad bros) spreading chaos wherever they go. Kids making the dumbest decisions and going on the stupidest adventures together every day, going on their dads very last nerve and not listening to him most of the time. Them accidently almost blowing up the entire city by trying to get him the best gift for fathers day/ his birthday (they probably forgot it in the first place and gotta apologice) trying to show him how much they love and appreciate him and how sorry they are. They would do everything for him and love him uncondicionally. Obi dad sometimes even joining them on their dumb adventures or himself making the stupid decicions and them experiencing all kinds of chaotic days in normal day to day life.

Episodes where the dad bestie trio and all their kids together go on roadtrips camping and get lost and then get chased by a moose through the woods while some funny song playing the background. Or a funny day trip and then at the drive home anakin would be like "...and that was so funny you should have heard that loud splash when i threw her into the fountain, she was so mad tho. But it was so worth it cause it was sooo funny" "Well certainly not for your poor, soaking wet sister" "oh by the way while we are talking about her....where is she?" "What do you mean anakin? She's right th..." and obi dad then turning blank white in the face after looking in the backmirror while driving realising they had forgotten her in the hotel lobby (still dripping wet) and him than doing a 360. turn weels screaching and yeeting of to get her. Her pouting all the way home and obi wan apologizing the whole time "dear i'm so sorry i don't know how that could have happen your brother was going on my nerves with the pool animal and" and anakin just laughing.

Then in the end of the episodes they'd be sitting on the couch in the living room like "dad you know that we love you so much thank you for being the best of all dads" and these were the rare moments they'd be so serious and he'd be like "aw kids even tho you k*ll my very last nerve every day of course i love you guys too more than everything and i could never imagine my life without you two in it" "and r2" "yeah ofc and r2" and then after a cute warm cuddle anakin would say something like "even tho you're old as f*ck" and crack the moment with the invicible audience laughing and obi dad shaking his head sighing and laughing and then the episode ends.

Just their daily life that would be an awesome, fantastic family comedy soap.

Any show title ideas anyone?

#someone please make and 80s family soap intro for this #i'd watch the shit out of it #anakin and ahsoka either being partners in crime or fighting and trolling each other no in between #he would definetly have a mug that says best dad in the galaxy which he got from them and hell he loves it #i would love that #it would be so funny #obi wan kenobi #star wars #star wars prequels #star wars fandom #attack of the clones #revenge of the sith #the phantom menace #the clone wars #space jesus #anakin skywalker #clone wars #ahsoka tano #star wars ahsoka #ahsoka #anakin