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1800jjbarnes · 6 months
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◇ 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟔: 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡/𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐱 - 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 ◇
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【Synopsis】 : You wanted to show your hot-headed lover that you could protect yourself. And what better way than to go looking for his number on rival....
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-> Genre: Mafia Au. Smut. Angst. 
Pairing: MobBoss!San x F.Reader
[Warnings] : Mention of criminal activity. Flirting. Manipulation. Seducing disgusting men (ew). Sweet talking, dirty talk, making out, neck kisses. Biting and marking. Aggressive Bucky. Pet names. Mention of guns. Abuse. Fucking in public (kinda). Bucky is literally crazy and you love it hehe. Punishment. Swearing. Fingering. Pussy slapping. Degrading. (use of slut). Praise. Head-spinning vibes. Spit cause Bucky likes it dirty and messy. Death. You both are sadistic and crazy okay this is pure filth.
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You had enough. All he did was worry about you and your way of life. He worried to the point the point he became paranoid. Adding more guards at almost every door of your home and always making sure there was someone by your side. In truth, you did appreciate him for worrying, but not to the point of him locking you in the house cause "The outside world is a bad place."
That was the last straw. He can't just lock you away like some doll that just sits and looks pretty for him. You were strong, hold your own. Just because you weren't born into this dark life doesn't mean you couldn’t handle it. So, to say you were fuming was putting it lightly.
You devised a plan, granted probably a stupid plan, but a plan nonetheless. To bring Bucky the one man that's been tormenting him into thinking you were unsafe. His enemy John. A ruthless, dimwitted mob boss on the border of Brooklyn and Queens. He didn't own much land, but he made up for it in trade. Bucky and him had been fighting for territory for years. And their fathers before that. So, of course, if you were to bring John to grovel at Bucky's knees for even better, just kill him. It would solve your problems.
Go big or go home, right?
You were dressed to impress. A lavish tight dress that hugged your figure in all the right places and heels that you were already begging to take off as they scratched your ankles. You were dolled up to perfection, and the best thing was that no one knew who you were. Sure, they knew of you, the infamous woman who stole the heart of the cold and cruel King of Brooklyn. But no one had a face to a name, Bucky made sure of that.
So you kind of thanked his overprotectiveness at this moment. But this was no time to thank your hot-headed lover. This was time to prove to him—and yourself—that you were more than capable of being in this dark world, his world.
You weaved through people of the loud nightclub, drawing attention from most of the men in the room. All of them were likely criminals in some way that you were aware of. In this world, no one's hands are clean. You also knew that this bar was what people called open danger. This meant no one owned it, and it was a "safe space" for gangs to strike deals with one another, and people in the underworld could mingle.
That also meant it was no man's land, where anyone and everyone was vulnerable.
Bucky had told you about these types of bars, and of course, he also said never to go to one. But here you were scanning the field of people to find who you were looking for. You did some digging and managed to find out that John liked to converse in this particular club and that he also, always without fail, took a girl home from said place. So that's what you were going to do;
Be the bait and make him fall.
Your heart was racing, but you kept a straight face. Quickly reaching into your bag and finally turning on your phone and not even a second, messages and missed calls flooded your notifications. Bucky would have found out by now that you were missing and tried using your phone tracker to find you. But given your phone was off, he would have been rageful knowing he couldn't find you. You scanned some of the messages
'Baby, where are you? Answer me, please.'
'You better not be somewhere stupid'
'I swear to god when I find you, you're in for the punishment of your fucking life.'
The last one made you feel a little dizzy. And now that your phone is back on, Bucky would surely show up here at any moment. So you had to act fast, in order for your plan to work. Spotting John sitting in an open booth with two guards on either side, you acted on your plan. All those drama classes you took as a kid were about to pay off, as you waltzed over with your hips swinging enough to get his attention. His eye immediately scanned your figure sickeningly. He was scum, a pig, and honestly a terrible criminal.
But you needed him gone. To end Bucky's stress once and for all. You learnt the rules of the game, watched how mob bosses played their hand, and now it was your turn to join.
"This seat taken?" Your voice was sweet as candy, making anyone melt from the tone. You battered your eyes and bit your lip, falling easily into the role of sweet and innocent. The pig was instantly intrigued, wanting you to be near him. He didn't say anything, no, he just patted the booth seat next to him, widening his thighs in a poor attempt to "show off" his physique to you.
You just giggled even though you'd rather puke. But you needed to do this now or never. Bucky would definitely be on his way now, and time was running short. So the art of sweet talking began. You laughed at his stories, placing lingering touches on his shoulders and chest. Your face sat a little too close to his at some points, almost daring him to kiss you. You were seductive, observant, and cutthroat.
That's how you ended up leading him to a private booth out the back with his guards long but forgotten at the original seating place. His hands gripped your hips as his disgusting lips found your neck while his bad breath pooled near your poor nose.
Your fingers tangle in his oily hair, keeping his head near you. He trailed before reaching your large necklace. His gross chapped lips kissed your gold pendant. His inner lip grazed the beautiful Aquamarine, Bucky's signature gemstone. His birth gem. But John obviously didn't take in that detail.
"You are the sexiest thing I've ever seen." He grumbles finely, pulling away to look at you with hooded eyes. Your stomach turned, but your smile never faltered. The urge to punch him was high, but you pushed your feelings aside as you placed your hand on his thigh with a slight tilt of your head.
"Aren't you a charmer." You giggled. "But talking isn't really my...thing."
His eyes widened, breath hitching in his chest as he bit his lip. "Well, well, what is your thing, hot stuff?"
You got up slowly, making sure his eyes never left your figure. You double-checked in your surroundings in the meantime, making sure you were still alone—which you were—, before seductively lifting your dress, letting him get a pervy view on your legs.
"My thing involves something more..." You placed your heeled foot right on the edge of his chair, letting the top of your foot rest onto his bugle, pressing down slightly, making him hiss. "...Firey."
You pulled out the small gun that was on your thigh holster, placing it perfectly in aim with John's gross forehead. His eyes widened, visibly gulping. Before he could protest his shock, a loud bang followed by gunfire was heard throughout the club.
If you timed this correctly, it was currently three-thirty in the morning, and you innocently tipped the manager of this club that a flush-out would take place and that everyone needed to be out of said club by at least three AM, leaving you alone with John and his bodyguards.
“W-what did you do?” John growled trying to stand up but the pressure on his stupid cock got firmer, making him silence his high-pitched whine in an instant. You showed no emotion, not a single expression to help him read you. He was completely at your mercy. And as if his heart couldn’t sink more into his throat, when he saw who walked through the curtained door frame made the beat in his chest stop.
“So this is where my darling ran off, too.” Bucky's deep rumble could make anyone melt, especially you. You could feel his gazing eyeing you, but not like how John did prior. It was filled with desire, possessiveness, and greed. His steps echoed in the silent door, making the cowardly male below you flinch. But you didn't falter, keeping your gaze on the man that caused so much annoyance in your life, pain in Bucky's life. A pest that you were more than willing to exterminate at the command of your lover.
“I knew, you’d look hot with a gun in your hand.” Bucky's voice whispered in your ear, biting your lobe slightly. You tried not to close your eyes and fall into your lover’s embrace, but his cologne was drawing you in like a siren to a pirate at sea. You might have been pissed off at him prior to coming here, but now all you wanted is him to hold you, treat you like the royalty he believes you are. “I see you caught me a rat.”
His feline smile painted his features, making John look anywhere other than the larger mob boss. You just hummed, tilting your head slightly before leaning more forward, putting more pressure on John's manhood. “Anything to get you to stop stressing.” Was the only thing you could follow with, suddenly feeling him grab your chin, turning your face to finally look at him.
His eyes were red, most likely from crying cause even though he was this big mafia leader, he was in touch with his emotions, even crying when you two watch sappy romance films. His hair was messy and not slicked back as he usually had it. He was messier, but in the eyes of anyone else, they would only see a terrifying cruel man with a stare that could kill. But you saw through that. The chaos in his mind. The stress and loneliness. He was most definitely freaked out about you missing prior to this ordeal. But this needed to be done, even though you feel a slight twang of guilt. “I did this all for you. I would do anything for you… My love.”
You meant every word, and Bucky knew it. But that doesn’t mean he wasn’t going to punish you for disappearing and almost causing him a heart attack. His lips attached to your neck, inhaling your scent while he sucked a red mark on your skin. he didn’t know what he did to deserve such a seductive, slightly sadistic bitch such as yourself. God, he was madly in love sometimes he didn’t know what to do with himself.
“Well, I think this calls for a game.” Bucky clicked his fingers, making two of his high-end bodyguards come in to ‘help’ with your friend. The large guards tied John up tightly to the chair, also covering his mouth with tape, letting you finally take your foot off his jewels. You lowered your gun, letting Buck wrap his hand over the top before latching his lips on yours, sinking you in for a deep, harsh kiss. He switched the safety on without even looking before playing the gun in his back pocket all the while his hands grasped your hips, drawing you near. You could feel his bugle against your tummy, moaning against his wet tongue before he pulled away;
“The game we are going to play is called ‘what you couldn't have’.” He turns to John, “You being yourself there, Walker.” His smile was sinister, eyes filling with filthy ideas. “You are going to watch me fuck the life out of my wife and then she gets to shoot you. Doesn’t that sound like fun.” He bit his bottom lip, eyes wide with excitement and craze. You inhaled sharply hearing his words. Feeling Bucky prop you up onto the bar table in the corner of the room but still in complete view of John.
Bucky got to quick work, pulling down the straps, letting your tits spring free, ripping the large necklace off with it as he snapped the straps of the gown. His lips latched on your left nipple while he pinched the other with his fingers, rolling the bud against his thumb. You moaned in a high-pitched tone, feeling electricity pool down your shiver. Your legs spread wider, making your dress ride up and Bucky slip in between. His hips ground against yours, gifting you a groan from him. “Mine.” He mumbles against your breasts. “All mine.”
John groaned, trying to move, but in toe only moved the chair slightly. This caught the attention of Bucky and yourself, making your lover stand up straight. “Now, now, John. Your time will come soon.” The mob boss didn’t even look over to the coward in the chair, just giving in a cold reminder that he was certainly going to die by the event's end. Bucky's hand cupped your soaking cunt making your eyes snap back to his. Biting your bottom lip, staring at him with hooded eyes, your eyebrows slowly knitted together as he pushed a finger and then a second soon after into your pussy. “Not wearing panties is very naughty baby, that’s another point added to punishment.”
You seemed to be racking up for a punishment later, most likely when you were in the comfort of your own bedroom. But for now, Bucky fucked your cunt with his metal fingers at such a harsh pace you couldn't hear the world around you as your ears rang and your moans bounced off the dark painted walls. “fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck J-Jamess.”
He pulled out and slapped your pussy, hard. “Good girls don’t have dirty mouths, another point.” He mumbled giving your pussy another whack before he pushed his cold fingers inside you again. You cried, feeling yourself tip over before you could voice your plea, squirting all over the table and Bucky's fingers and arm, making his button-up, soaked in your juices.
“I-..mm I’m sorry.” You apologized for coming without his permission, but he didn’t seem to approve. Pulling you off the table, he turned you around, letting your dress fall completely off completely. You heard the zipper of his slacks feeling heat pour from your cunt. Swaying your ass side to side, you begged. “Please fuck me, sir, I’ll be good. I promise.”
His cock snapped into you without a second thought, pulling your top half up so your back was flushed against his chest. His mouth bit down on your shoulder causing you to scream in pain but his cock nestled so deep inside you made your head spin in pleasure. “Good? You think after you’ve been acting like a slut, throwing yourself on this loser and coming without my permission I’ll forgive you? My sweet dumb baby. Sometimes I wonder what goes on in that stupid airhead brain of yours.”
His words stung in the best way possible and if it was said by any other man you would have fought back. But Bucky made it sound too delectable. “I’ll be good, I promise.” You tried to beg again even though, you knew deep down it was useless.
“Promise?” He thrusted with his word. “Good?” He thrusted again. “The only thing you’re good for is being my sweet little cock sleeve while I fucked you full.” He cupped your face squeezing your cheeks together so you could look at him. “That I promise.”
He let you go, making you fall onto the table. Your hands gripped the oak wood as you felt every harsh thrust that Bucky did. His balls hit your clit in the right movement. Everything was overwhelming but perfect at the same time. You needed to come again, needed him to come. “Bucky please I need..I need your come.”
His dark chuckle sent shivers down your spine, making you look over your shoulder, but before you could make eye contact with your lover, your eyes locked onto John. He had plea in his features, silently begging to be let free. And as you cast your gaze down, you noticed his aching bulge threw his pants. Pig, you thought. Buckg noticed as well, suddenly pulling out so he could swing you around placing you back on the table, his strong grip holding you in place as he entered your abused cunt again. “Want my come baby? Such a good baby, asking for her fill. Don’t worry darling I’ll give you what you want."
And with that, his thrusts got faster, even if that was possible. You felt so high from him that you were floating on a cloud, and no one other than San could touch you. “Jamie I—It’s okay baby, come for me,” He finished your sentence letting you tip over the edge, creaming deliciously on his cock while he squirted his hot seed deep inside you.
��Fuck, baby.” Bucky groaned seeing all his juices mixing with yours. He spat on your clit, making you moan as he rubbed his saliva in with your cum. Bucky always had to be messy, even when you were in public. Before you could say anything, a large cough caught your attention, and Bucky's. It was John, the tape around his mouth had blood spewing from all sides, and his eyes started to leak a red crimson. He was thrashing around, trying to escape whatever was him his body, but all he managed was to tip the chair on his side, making him let out a huff along with gargled coughs. And with a last shallow breath, he suddenly stopped dead….
“Whoops…” was all you said, making Buck snap his gaze quickly back to you. His face was painted with a ‘what the fuck’ expression. You almost completely forgot that the Gem on your necklace was laced with poison, and John "happened’’ to kiss it, ingesting the poison that was slowly activating. “Nat gave me a poisoned necklace..”
Bucky immediately knew what that meant, and he kinda thanked the Lord that the necklace got ripped off when he tore the dress off. “Impressive.” Was all he said, pushing himself forward slightly, feeling your overly sensitive cunt squeeze him. “Fuck, I could fuck you again if it wasn’t for the dead corpse behind us.”
“That hasn’t stopped you before.” You tilted your head while biting your bottom lip. He just grumbled moving in to bite your neck again;
“You are the death of me, darling.”
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ja3hwa · 6 months
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♡ 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟔 : 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡/𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐱 - 𝐂.𝐒 ♡
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【sʏɴᴏᴘsɪs】 : You wanted to show your hot-headed lover that you could protect yourself. And what better way than to go looking for his number on rival....
『ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ』 :  3.07k
-> ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: Mafia Au. Smut. Angst. 
ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: MobBoss!San x F.Reader
[ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs] : Mention of criminal activity. Flirting. Manipulation. Seducing disgusting men (ew). Sweet talking, dirty talk, making out, neck kisses. Biting and marking. Aggressive San. Pet names. Mention of guns. Abuse. Fucking in public (kinda). San is literally crazy and you love it hehe. Punishment. Swearing. Fingering. Pussy slapping. Degrading. (use of slut). Praise. Head-spinning vibes. Spit cause San likes it dirty and messy. Death. You both are sadistic and crazy okay this is pure filth.
Thank you, @kitten4sannie , for requesting San for this day ♡♡♡.
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You had enough. All he did was worry about you and your way of life. He worried to the point the point he became paranoid. Adding more guards at almost every door of your home and always making sure there was someone by your side. In truth, you did appreciate him for worrying, but not to the point, of him locking you in the house cause "the outside world is a bad place."
That was the last straw. He can't just lock you away like some doll that just sits and looks pretty for him. You were strong, hold your own. Just because you weren't born into this dark life doesn't mean you couldn’t handle it. So, to say you were fuming was putting it lightly.
You devised a plan, granted probably a stupid plan, but a plan nonetheless. To bring San the one man that's been tormenting him into thinking you were unsafe. His enemy Lucas. A ruthless mob boss on the border of Seoul. He didn't own much land, but he made up for it in trade. San and him had been fighting for territory for years. And their fathers before that. So, of course, if you were to bring Lucas to grovel at San's knees for even better, just kill him. It would solve your problems.
Go big or go home, right?
You were dressed to impress. A lavish tight dress that hugged your figure in all the right places and heels that you were already begging to take off as they scratched your ankles. You were dolled up to perfection, and the best thing was that no one knew who you were. Sure, they knew of you, the infamous woman who stole the heart of the cold and cruel King of Seoul. But no one had a face to a name, San made sure of that.
So you kind of thanked his overprotectiveness at this moment. But this was no time to thank your hot-headed lover. This was time to prove to him—and yourself—that you were more than capable of being in this dark world, his world.
You weaved through people of the loud nightclub, drawing attention from most of the men in the room. All of them were likely criminals in some way that you were aware of. In this world, no one's hands are clean. You also knew that this bar was what people called open danger. This meant no one owned it, and it was a "safe space" for gangs to strike deals with one another, and people in the underworld could mingle.
That also meant it was no man's land, where anyone and everyone was vulnerable.
San had told you about these types of bars, and of course, he also said never to go to one. But here you were scanning the field of people to find who you were looking for. You did some digging and managed to find out that Lucas liked to converse in this particular club and that he also, always without fail, took a girl home from said place. So that's what you were going to do;
Be the bait and make him fall.
Your heart was racing, but you kept a straight face. Quickly reaching into your bag and finally turning on your phone and not even a second, messages, and missed calls flooded your notifications. San would have found out by now that you were missing and tried using your phone tracker to find you. But given your phone was off, he would have been rageful knowing he couldn't find you. You scanned some of the messages
'Baby, where are you? Answer me, please.'
'You better not be somewhere stupid'
'I swear to god when I find you, you're in for the punishment of your fucking life.'
The last one made you feel a little dizzy. And now that your phone is back on, San would surely show up here at any moment. So you had to act fast, in order for your plan would work. Spotting Lucas sitting in an open booth with two guards on either side, you acted on your plan. All those drama classes you took as a kid were about to pay off, as you waltzed over with your hips swinging enough to get his attention. His eye immediately scanned your figure sickeningly. He was scum, a pig, and honestly a terrible criminal.
But you needed him gone. To end San's stress once and for all. You learnt the rules of the game, watched how mob bosses played their hand, and now it was your turn to join.
"This seat taken?" Your voice was sweet as candy, making anyone melt from the tone. You battered your eyes and bit your lip, falling easily into the role of sweet and innocent. The pig was instantly intrigued, wanting you to be near him. He didn't say anything, no, he just patted the booth seat next to him, widening his thighs in a poor attempt to "show off" his physique to you.
You just giggled even though you'd rather puke. But you needed to do this now or never. San would definitely be on his way now, and time was running short. So the art of sweet talking began. You laughed at his stories, placing lingering touches on his shoulders and chest. Your face sat a little too close to his at some points, almost daring him to kiss you. You were seductive, observant, and cutthroat.
That's how you ended up leading him to a private booth out the back with his guards long but forgotten at the original seating place. His hands gripped your hips as his disgusting lips found your neck while his bad breath pooled near your poor nose.
Your fingers tangle in his oily hair, keeping his head near you. He trailed before reaching your large necklace. His gross chapped lips kissed your gold pendant. His inner lip grazed the beautiful Ruby, San's signature gemstone. His birth gem. But Lucas obviously didn't take in that detail.
"You are the sexiest thing I've ever seen." He grumbles finely, pulling away to look at you with hooded eyes. Your stomach turned, but your smile never faltered. The urge to punch him was high, but you pushed your feelings aside as you placed your hand on his thigh with a slight tilt of your head.
"Aren't you a charmer." You giggled. "But talking isn't really my...thing."
His eyes widened, breath hitching in his chest as he bit his lip. "Well, well, what is your thing, hot stuff?"
You got up slowly, making sure his eyes never left your figure. You double-checked in your surroundings in the meantime, making sure you were still alone—which you were—, before seductively lifting your dress, letting him get a pervy view on your legs.
"My thing involves something more..." You placed your heeled foot right on the edge of his chair, letting the top of your foot rest onto his bugle, pressing down slightly, making him hiss. "...Firey."
You pulled out the small gun that was on your thigh holster, placing it perfectly in aim with Lucas's gross forehead. His eyes widened, visibly gulping. Before he could protest his shock, a loud bang followed by gunfire was heard throughout the club.
If you timed this correctly, it was currently three-thirty in the morning, and you innocently tipped the manager of this club that a flush-out would take place and that everyone needed to be out of said club by at least three AM, leaving you alone with Lucas and his bodyguards.
“W-what did you do?” Lucas growled trying to stand up but the pressure on his stupid cock got firmer, making him silence his high-pitched whine in an instant. You showed no emotion, not a single expression to help him read you. He was completely at your mercy. And as if his heart couldn’t sink more into his throat, when he saw who walked through the curtained door frame made the beat in his chest stop.
“So this is where my darling ran off too.” San's deep rumble could make anyone melt, especially you. You could feel his gazing eyeing you but not like how Lucas did prior, it was filled with desire, possessiveness, and greed. His steps echoed in the silent door, making the cowardly male below you flinch. But you didn't falter, keeping your gaze on the man that caused so much annoyance in your life, pain in San’s life. A pest that you were more than willing to exterminate at the command of your lover.
“I knew, you’d look hot with a gun in your hand.” San’s voice whispered in your ear biting your lobe slightly. You tried not to close your eyes and fall into your lover’s embrace but his cologne was drawing you in like a siren to a pirate at sea. You might have been pissed off at him prior to coming here but now all you wanted is him to hold you, treat you like the royalty he believes you are. “I see you caught me a rat.”
His feline smile painted his features making Lucas look anywhere other than the larger mob boss. You just hummed, tilting your head slightly before leaning more forward putting more pressure on Lucas’s manhood. “Anything to get you to stop stressing.” was the only thing you could follow with, suddenly feeling him grab your chin turning your face to finally look at him.
His eyes were red, most likely from crying, cause even though he was this big mafia leader, he was in touch with his emotions, even crying when you two watch sappy romance films. His hair was messy and not slicked back as he usually had it. He was messier, but in the eyes of anyone else, they would only see a terrifying cruel man with a stare that could kill. But you saw through that, the chaos in his mind. The stress and loneliness. He was most definitely freaked out about you missing prior to this ordeal. But this needed to be done, even though you feel a slight twang of guilt. “I did this all for you. I would do anything for you… My love.”
You meant every word, and San knew it. But that doesn’t mean he wasn’t going to punish you for disappearing and almost causing him a heart attack. His lips attached to your neck, inhaling your scent while he sucked a red mark on your skin. he didn’t know what he did to deserve such a seductive, slightly sadistic bitch such as yourself. God, he was madly in love sometimes he didn’t know what to do with himself.
“Well, I think this calls for a game.” San clicked his fingers making two of his high-end bodyguards come in to ‘help’ with your friend. The large guards tied Lucas up tightly to the chair also covering his mouth with tape, letting you finally take your foot off his jewels. You lowered your gun letting San wrap his hand over the top, before latching his lips on yours sinking you in for a deep, harsh kiss. He switched the safety on without even looking before playing the gun in his back pocket all the while his hands grasped your hips, drawing you near. You could feel his bugle against your tummy, moaning against his wet tongue before he pulled away;
“The game we are going to play is called ‘what you couldn't have’.” He turns to Lucas, “You being yourself there Lucas.” His smile was sinister, eyes filling with filthy ideas. “You are going to watch me fuck the life out of my wife and then she gets to shoot you. Doesn’t that sound like fun.” He bit his bottom lip, eyes wide with excitement and craze. You inhaled sharply hearing his words. Feeling San prop you up onto the bar table in the corner of the room but still in complete view of Lucas.
San got to quick work, pulling down the straps letting your tits spring free, ripping the large necklace off with his as he snapped the straps of the gown. His lips latched on your left nipple while he pinched the other with his fingers, rolling the bud against his thumb. You moaned in a high-pitched tone, feeling electricity pool down your shiver. Your legs spread wider, making your dress ride up and San slip in between. His hips ground against yours, gifting you a groan from him. “Mine.” He mumbles against your breasts. “All mine.”
Lucas groaned trying to move but in toe only moved the chair slightly. This caught the attention of San and yourself, making your lover stand up straight. “Now, Now Lucas. Your time will come soon.” the mob boss didn’t even look over to the coward in the chair, just giving in a cold reminder that he was certainly going to die by the event's end. San’s hand cupped your soaking cunt making your eyes snap back to his. Biting your bottom lip, staring at him with hooded eyes, your eyebrows slowly knitted together as he pushed a finger and then a second soon after into your pussy. “Not wearing panties is very naughty baby, that’s another point added to punishment.”
You seemed to be racking up for a punishment later most likely when you were in the comfort of your own bedroom. But for now, San fucked your cunt with his fingers at such a harsh pace you couldn't hear the world around you as your ears rang and your moans bounced off the dark painted walls. “fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck S-Sannniee.”
He pulled out and slapped your pussy, hard. “Good girls don’t have dirty mouths, another point.” He mumbled giving your pussy another whack before he pushed his fingers inside you again. You cried, feeling yourself tip over before you could voice your plea, squirting all over the table and San’s fingers and arm, making his button-up, soaked in your juices.
“I-..mm I’m sorry.” You apologized for coming without his permission but he didn’t seem to approve. Pulling you off the table, he turned you around, letting your dress fall completely off completely. You heard the zipper of his slacks feeling heat pour from your cunt. Swaying your ass side to side, you begged. “Please fuck me, sir, I’ll be good. I promise.”
His cock snapped into you without a second thought, pulling your top half up so your back was flushed against his chest. His mouth bit down on your shoulder causing you to scream in pain but his cock nestled so deep inside you made your head spin in pleasure. “Good? You think after you’ve been acting like a slut, throwing yourself on this loser and coming without my permission I’ll forgive you? My sweet dumb baby. Sometimes I wonder what goes on in that stupid airhead brain of yours.”
His words stung in the best way possible and if it was said by any other man you would have fought back. But San made it sound too delectable. “I’ll be good, I promise.” You tried to beg again even though, you knew deep down it was useless.
“Promise?” He thrusted with his word. “Good?” He thrusted again. “The only thing you’re good for is being my sweet little cock sleeve while I fucked you full.” He cupped your face squeezing your cheeks together so you could look at him. “That I promise.”
He let you go making you fall onto the table, your hands gripped the oak wood as you felt every harsh thrust that San did. His balls hit your clit in the right movement. Everything was overwhelming but perfect at the same time. You needed to come again, needed him to come. “San please I need..I need your come.”
His dark chuckle sent shivers down your spine, making you look over your shoulder but before you could make eye contact with your lover your eyes locked onto Lucas. He had plea in his features, silently begging to be let free. And as you cast your gaze down you noticed his aching bulge threw his pants. Pig, you thought. San noticed as well, suddenly pulling out so he could swing you around placing you back on the table, his strong grip holding you in place as he entered your abused cunt again. “want my come baby? Such a good baby, asking for her fill. Don’t worry darling I’ll give you what you want."
And with that, his thrusts got faster even if that was possible. You felt so high from him that you were floating on a cloud and no one other than San could touch you. “San I—It’s okay baby, come for me,” He finished your sentence letting you tip over the edge, creaming deliciously on his cock while he squirted his hot seed deep inside you.
“Fuck, baby.” San groaned seeing all his juices mixing with yours. He spat on your clit, making you moan as he rubbed his saliva in with your cum. San always had to be messy, even when you were in public. Before you could say anything a large cough caught your attention and San’s. It was Lucas, the tape around his mouth had blood spewing from all sides and his eyes started to leak a red crimson. He was thrashing around, trying to escape whatever was him his body but all he managed was to tip the chair on his side making him let out a huff along with gargled coughs. And with a last shallow breath, he suddenly stopped dead….
“Oops…” Was all you said making San snap his gaze quickly back to you. His face was painted with a ‘what the fuck’ expression. You almost completely forgot that the ruby on your necklace was laced with poison and Lucas "happened’’ to kiss it, ingesting the poison which was slowly activating. “Yeo gave me a poisoned necklace..”
San immediately knew what that meant and he kinda thanked the lord that the necklace got ripped off when he tore the dress off. “Impressive.” Was all he said, pushing himself forward slightly, feeling your overly sensitive cunt squeeze him. “Fuck, I could fuck you again if it wasn’t for the dead corpse behind us.”
“That hasn’t stopped you before.” You tilted your head while biting your bottom lip. He just grumbled moving in to bite your neck again;
“You are the death of me, darling.”
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animeyanderelover · 2 years
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Hi! If requests are still open, may I request Sebastian Michaelis with an S/O (female or gn pronouns please) that's from our world? Like they somehow end up living/working at the phantomhive estate and they talk weird and make strange untasteful jokes (in HIS opinion) and they're kind of scared of him bc they know he's a demon but he doesn't know they know (at least not at first) and he just straight up wonders why he can't seduce them for info about them and gets frustrated about it? Thank you!
One week left until holidays!
Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, stalking, manipulation, sabotage, mind games, abduction
S/o from this world resisting the demon butler
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🐈‍⬛One has to wonder how someone like you manages to work under a bunch of freaks with extraordinary abilities whilst you sometimes are overstrained to do rather normal tasks with a certain utensil. Sebastian recruited people strong enough to protect his master and the estate, skilled soldiers and assassins. Ciel's peaked interest in you seems to steam from the fact that you possess a extended knowledge and good ideas which are helpful for his business. Otherwise he would have never hired you the day he found you standing in front of his manor completely lost. You're closed up about your past and most assume at first that you're a homeless and abandoned person.
🐈‍⬛Your lack of skills in fighting and defending yourself aside, you are still the most competent when it comes to the normal chores like cooking and laundry. Granted, you do struggle initially a bit but with help from Tanaka and, begrudgingly, Sebastian, you manage very well after a while. All the human servants welcome you quite warmly and even if you appear to be flustered, shy and even in awe at first, you warm up to them all fast and soon share a friendship with all of them. There seems to be this cautious side sometimes when you are with Ciel in one room, though Sebastian swears that he sees pity in your eyes when you look at him. In the household you soon become quite popular and with many of Ciel's aquaintances as well because you are very insightful and weirdly wise despite your young age.
🐈‍⬛So why are you so skittish around him? He overlooks all the activities of the household as the head of the servants, he offers you help if you need some and he actually compliments you for the fact that you don't burn the house down. Sebastian has an interest in you from the very start himself since your scent is intoxicating. The very first time he meets you, unprepared for your soul and smell, he forgets his act for a while and just stares at you for a couple of seconds before Ciel clears his throat and throws his spinning mind back to reality. This first slip-up is under his dignity and he knows that he didn't give you the best first impression by just creeping you out with his look. He plans to apologize and redeem himself, his curiosity spiked. The demon wants to get to know you better.
🐈‍⬛The only problem is that you dodge all of his attempts to get closer to you. You never go to him for help, instead search for anyone else even if the end result will be a burnt kitchen or a catastrophe with soap. Conversations he tries to have with you, you always cut short with the dumbest apologies you can spontanously think of. You avoid being alone with him in a room, usually sticking always with one of the other servants. At this rate it doesn't have to do anything with his probably rude stare when you two were first introduced to each other. No, Sebastian knows fear when he smells it. You are scared of him. You seem to shrink when his gaze lands on you, can't look him in his eyes and are tensed whenever he does manage to corner you somewhere.
🐈‍⬛Initially he is not opposed to the little chase or the fear. He loves a small challenge and just maybe he finds it sweet how intimidated you are by him. The demon loves himself a small challenge since he is rather used to get what he wants by seducing people with his beauty and skills. He sort of underestimates you at first, believes you'll fall eventually for the same trick. Without a doubt you are highly flustered when you suddenly find the demon flirting with you, a pure tease who has ever the subtle smug grin on his face when he picks up your bashful state. Sebastian starts using his influence, makes sure that all servants are busy when he corners you the next time to chat with you a bit or calls you over to assist him with something.
🐈‍⬛There is something else he wants to achieve with his constant attempts though. He wants to seduce you to get some information out of you. You probably have a gut feeling that Sebastian already has his suspicions and you are damn right with this. It isn’t an understatement to call you rather weird and quirky, things that of course only make you more intriguing in his eyes. Your past still remains a secret to everyone and so far you've only dropped very subtle hints about it. Ciel won't pester too much for now since you do your work well and as long as you don't work for someone else, he probably will let it slide. He is happy to have one human in here who can do their work good enough and your valuable opinions on certain topics are worth something to him.
🐈‍⬛Sebastian on the other hand isn't satisfied, he wants to really know you and your past. He just senses it that you hide something special. Your behavior sometimes just seems so off to him, the way you speak sometimes or the jokes you pull off sometimes which are in his opinion untasteful. When you're really relaxed around Finny, Bardroy and Mey Rin it even happens sometimes that a word or sentence spills from your lips which just earns you confused glances because no one knows what you just meant. The startled jolt going through your body never goes unnoticed by him nor the way you try instantly to brush it off and change th topic. You are definitely a human yet you are so different. Even Sebastian can't seem to figure you out completely. You remain a mystery even to him for now.
🐈‍⬛His patience and amusement slowly wears off the longer you resist his attempts and is replaced with a feeling of frustration taking over. It is maybe just the first time someone has been constantly rejecting him despite him trying actively to seduce them. To make things worse, you are so friendly and open around anyone else. This becomes an issue for the demon, especially since he acknowledges that he has a genuine and romantic interest in you. He seems to have found his mate in you yet you are all too eager to drop him and avoid him like he's some sort of illness. He feels actively hurt in his pride that you not only don't fall for his charms but prefer the company of the clumsy humans over his own. Sebastian is by all means not used to actually feeling jealous yet you push him to succumb to such a petty emotion.
🐈‍⬛He grows all of a sudden more possessive and far more manipulative all to have you more to himself. Physical departure from you torments him ever so slightly and the lack of attention you give him even more. He can't cause a rift in your friendship with the servants since he knows that his master will interfere if it affects the work you all have to do. Instead he makes sure that you just spend much more time with him whilst keeping everyone else busy. Small and insignificant things he could do with the snap of his finger alone, he suddenly wants you to help him. Conversations with your friends are cut short because he suddenly interferes, tasks your counterpart to do some work or demands your help for something. Everything you haven't mastered yet he suddenly insists to teach you until you have perfected said activity.
🐈‍⬛He freaks you out and your brain and stomach just tell you that he has something sinister in mind. The way his blood-red eyes always seem to follow you when you're in his field of vision, the small smiles he gives you which don't appear to be genuine, his lingering touches or the way he sometimes whispers things in your ear. It unsettles you and you literally feel like his eyes are on you even if you can't see him. Worst of all is that you feel like a part of him enjoys how much he frightens you, especially when he towers over you and prevents you from running away. His eyes look like he just wants to devour you in such moments and since you know what he really is, you wouldn't be too surprised if he might actually do it. Your growing anxiety leads you to staying in your room whenever you don't have any work to do, afraid you'll bump into him if you leave your blankets.
🐈‍⬛Should you leave this place and find a new job? A question that haunts your mind more and more the more overbearing and possessive Sebastian seems to grow. By now you know how to work and use everything in this life. The only reason why you ended up in front of the Phantomhive estate in the first place was because you didn't know what else to do and you also wanted to see characters you had only seen in Manga or Anime before. Sebastian legitimately terrifies you by now though, you regret your decision a bit. The scariest thing of all is that you have the feeling that he knows exactly what you're thinking about and you are afraid to even think about what he might do if he discovers your secrets. He's a demon with unknown powers and you don't have a clue what he's thinking about.
🐈‍⬛One night you suddenly wake up, fear dominating your whole body and a weird coldness seeping through the sheets. You're shaking terribly, eyes hastily shooting through every dark corner of your room as paranoia settles in. For some reason you feel like you can't stay in your room any longer, the air seems to downright suffocate you. You neglect any attempts to light up a candle as you hastily throw on some clothes and a coat, your mind hazy. You rush out of your room as fast as possible but even then your trembling doesn't cease. Instead every shadow, every sound in this mansion scares you only more and you nearly scream when you feel something cold brushing against your legs. There is only one thought in your head: You need to get out of this mansion! You somehow can't think about visiting Mey Rin and having her help you calm down nor can you think of anything else in that moment.
🐈‍⬛For some reason no one wakes up as soon as you rush out of the mansion, the hairs on your body standing up as you swear that you feel something right behind you, following you. You don't dare to look back, instead rushing only faster and faster until you're basically just running. Tears are pricking your eyes and your lungs start to hurt after a while yet you don't dare to slow down, afraid that that thing will catch you. Your senses are completely dominated by this hazy fear and halluzinations that you don't even notice that you're running down the nearly empty streets nor how you are slowly directed down an abandoned side street with a dead end. It is only when you face the dead end that the haze in your mind finally dissolves enough for you to think rationally again. Your memories from just now are blurry and you are irritated why exactly you winded up here. When you turn around to walk back to the mansion, your heart nearly drops down to your knees.
🐈‍⬛Blocking your way is the demon you've been dreading to face this entire time. A slight smirk is decorating his face as he seemingly stares into your soul with his glowing eyes. Your eyes dart behind him as you briefly wonder if you can move past him fast enough but one look into his devouring eyes again sniffs out that idea as you are reminded what he exactly is. The only thing you can do is pressing yourself tightly against the wall, flinching when he suddenly supports his weight against the wall to lean closer to you. One hand is resting right above your head, one right next to it as he lowers himself down to your height in a almost mocking way. The following seconds of silence that follow feel like a small eternity to you as your heart hammers against your chest.
🐈‍⬛You know what he is, don't you? The way your whole body jerks closer to the wall when you hear his question is confirmation enough for the demon. He has been suspecting it for a longer while now, almost expected it to be the case. There is something so incredibly satisfying to have you caged in like this right now as he takes in your scent and your warmth. A sadistic part of him also deeply enjoys the way you're shaking right now, knowing too well that you can't run away anymore. You've been avoiding him for too long now, you don't even know how much you frustrated him, do you? Your heart stops numerous times as he suddenly confesses to you in the darkest way possible, letting you in on the way your scent is heaven to him and how much he longs to have you with him all the time.
🐈‍⬛Your private space is completely ignored as he moves closer to you, fangs visible and his breath fawning your face. His eyes are basically hypnotizing you as you can't seem to tear your gaze away, the dark obsession swirling inside those glowing orbs making your stomach churn. You already know his secret, he wonders what yours is. Sebastian has never met someone like you who figured him long out before he could even figure out you. It's as frustrating as it is entertaining for him, he muses to himself as his one hand suddenly starts stroking your face. Since you already know him, he thought he could expose himself to you already. He is at this rate cooing at you in a sickenly sweet and mocking tone and your fear is wrecking you up at this point.
🐈‍⬛You don't have to tell him now what your secret is, he'll find out in the future for sure. After all, you two have all eternity together. Words that almost knock you down on your knees since you sense the worst by looking at his grinning expression. You can't even process when the demon suddenly grabs you by the back of your neck to force you into a sudden kiss with him yet you are fast enough to realize that he's holding back, couldn't resist the temptation of you though. The last thing you can really take in before you pass out is his face, gazing at you with a finally satisfied expression. The little chase is finally over and he has you where he always wanted you to be. By his side.
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ivanzplaid · 2 years
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love love love your fics!! would you do a grabber x male reader where Max maybe attacks the reader or something and Al defends them??
thank you so much!! youre so sweet <3 of course i can, this is such a cute lil prompt & i love writing x male readers, its my fav🫶🫶
also, oh my god, thank you for 160 followers!! this means the world to me i literally cannot thank you guys enough
as always, requests are open! receiving them motivates me, so ask away! i have a ton of fandoms who ill write for in my bio :)
The Grabber x Male Reader!
Warnings: Kidnapped reader, Manipulative Grabber, Knife threat, Arguing
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Standing in the kitchen, working on the dishes that sat in front of you, your presence accompanied by the man who'd taken you all that time ago, his hands around your waist, chest firmly against your back. Thinking back on it now, you were grateful to be up here with him, being allowed upstairs. Over the months he'd grown more lenient with his policies, gradually easing you into his life more and more. So he decided to start off with nights, having you around more often when he cooked or cleaned the dishes, having a hand on you at all times, secured, but it was a large step for the both of you. Tonight was no different, you helped clean dishes, and he watched over you, rubbing his hands over you, his heart content having you up with him, it felt sweet.
He left your side for a brief moment, making sure all locks on the house were secure before walking back to you, cupping your jaw to face him. You both locked eyes, the bottom of his mask laid on his face. He practically devoured you with his eyes, even his gaze was strong, controlling, loving to you.
"I'm going to go change, I'll be back soon love."
With that, he turned on his feet and headed off to what was presumably his room. You stood alone now, the furthest you've ever been without him by your side. You knew you were still secured in, you couldn't leave quietly if you tried, he knew this as well. Even as he went to his room, his ears were on a lookout, the silence of the house making it obvious that with every step you take will be noted. Your previous thoughts of leaving were shot down as quickly as they sprouted, so you stayed, like a good little house husband, and worked, awaiting your captor to come back & caress your figure once again.
When you hear footsteps, you assumed they were his, so you didn't take any surprise to hearing them, but when you hear footsteps running up to you, your body awaiting to be tackled.
"Excuse me? Who the fuck are you?"
The voice that pierced your ears was not familiar, it was violent yet confused, its anger thinly veiling the fear it felt. Taking a chance, you turned around, eyes landing on what you predicted, an unfamiliar face.
"Sir? What the fuck are you doing in my brothers home? Did you use a door to get in?"
Your silence seemed to make him boil over even more, provoking him. His height was about even to yours, he might've had a few inches over you. He hastily moved to your right, hands grasping the knife-set that sat. You watched his ever move as he pulled it out, holding the knife, loosely, in your direction. Backing up was easy, trying to explain yourself, get any words out of your mouth, seemed to be the new impossible task to save your life. The intimidating man walked towards you, swinging at you erratically, defending himself out of fear, even though you posed no threat.
"Max! What are you doing?"
His voice came back, quickly running to your side, standing infront of you, gripping Max's hand to prevent him from possibly hurting what was his. At one point, your captor had to physically restrain the man trying to hurt you, putting both his wrists in one hand just o make him drop the knife. Bickering came over the two, Max did his best to get by your abductor, to inflict whatever pain he could onto you, but the man ahead of you easily overpowered him, and to your surprise, gave an explanation.
"Max! He isn't an intruder for fucks sake, this.. is,"
–He paused before speaking, taking a breath in,–
"my boyfriend, he is my boyfriend."
Al, as Max had called him, snaked his arm around your waist, holding you comfortably into his side, protectively. His hand held you securely, giving you an unspoken promise to guard you.
Peering up from behind Al, you caught Max's eyes. What was filled with hatred was now full of remorse, and he soon showed it with words, Al kept you on a tight leash, figuratively, not letting you get too far from him while this encounter continued, worried for your well-being.
"Oh, oh! Hey, listen man, I didn't mean to, y'know, almost kill you, it's just so late, and I didn't know.."
His voice was now mellow, giving him a very relaxed demeanor. He walked towards you, putting his hand out, trying to initiate a shake. Awkwardly, but still being courteous, you took it, gently shaking his soft hand. Seeing his true side, after sitting down for some water with him, Max was a relaxed, kind, intricate addict, who tried to protect the ones he loved. As the night progressed, the more you two talked, with Al, as you now knew him, sitting by you two, figured out that Max was interested in the current abductions going on, by a man known as 'The Grabber'. Internally, you giggled. The irony of it all in this household.
Later on in the night, Al decided to embrace the title he'd given you, pulling you onto him, having his arm around your shoulders, this to him was heaven. He felt fully comfortable in his house for once, enjoying the quality time that was being made. As the night grew older, Max had decided he needed his sleep, saying his goodnights, he retreated back to his bedroom.
It was only you and Al in the kitchen, your soft breathing signaled to him that his 'sweet boy' as he called you, even though you were in your mid twenties, was growing tired. Taking your tired body in his hands, he brought you back downstairs, his trust expanding the more time you spent together.
"My dove, I will be back in the morning, I'll bring you a surprise for being such a good boy tonight."
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i loved this requests and im hoping i did it justice, i can always edit or redo some parts if you'd like, but this was just sm fun to make <33
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headfullofpresley · 1 year
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𝐄𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 | 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬
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Warnings: dad!Elvis, soft dad!Elvis, Elvis being protective, puberty, strong language, small mention of abortion, young parents, underaged drinking, mention of throwing up, Elvis is not famous, other fics with Caroline don't follow the same timelines etc.
A/N: my sweet @marriedtopresley requested Elvis and Care through the years, so here it is! this can be read as modern!elvis too, since i didn't name any years or whatsoever (and i was also lowkey too lazy to work out the timelines etc, lol). also yes, caroline is based on caroline forbes (but u can picture her the way you likeee). enjoy, babies!
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You and Elvis became parents at a young age.
Your little girl wasn't planned at all, but after thinking long and hard about it (and having very uncomfortable conversations with your parents), you decided to keep the baby.
Elvis was more than happy about this; his views on abortion differed with yours, but luckily you agreed that little Caroline was more than welcome.
Both you and Elvis had to grow up and fast.
Luck seemed to be on your side as Elvis landed a job as a news reporter right out of college; it was only for a local broadcasting channel, but the both of you were happy with it nonetheless.
While you were still in college, Elvis got paid enough to rent a two bedroom apartment which allowed you to move out of your parents' home.
You wanted to get a job after college, but seeing you were in the last few months of your pregnancy, Elvis wouldn't let you.
The man would be up and ready to go if you sighed too loud, let alone to have you work in your current state.
You thought it was cute that he was this protective over you and worried for you and for his sake, you agreed to postpone your job search until Caroline was old enough to go to school.
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Growing up, Caroline had everything she wanted and needed.
And more.
Elvis loved to spoil her – whether it was during Christmas and birthdays with gifts, letting her stay up past her bedtime, or quickly eating the last of her food when you weren't looking so you wouldn't scold her.
It was safe to say Caroline was a Daddy's girl.
She loved you just as much, even though she didn't always get her way with you.
It wasn't like there was a “good cop, bad cop” dynamic between you and Elvis, but Elvis was easier to manipulate because Caroline was his only child and his only daughter. He had a weakness for her.
Though when she became a teenager, that started to change a little.
He still had a weakness for her, but with her becoming more interested in boys and finding her place in the world, Elvis became worried.
He did not want to hear her talk about boys in general; he was very protective over her, sometimes a little too much.
He would leave all the “female stuff” to you, but disaster struck when Caroline got her period one late night while you were at work.
Elvis had no idea what was going on as Caroline locked herself in the bathroom.
When he walked into her room and saw the blood on the sheets, he realized what was going on and for a second, he panicked himself as well.
He changed the sheets as fast as he could before he knocked on the bathroom door, trying to calm down his daughter; who wouldn't let him in.
“Dad, go away!”
“Care, please calm down,” he tried, speaking calmly. Though he couldn't help but feel awkward as he spoke his next words, “Your mother keeps her… stuff… in one of the cabinets,”
“I know, Dad! God! Just go away!”
He did as told, letting her get cleaned up as he sat on the couch in the living room, trying to focus on whatever was playing on the TV.
Caroline came out a half hour later, apologizing and crying in his arms; his daughter might've just become a woman, but right now she was his little girl that needed her father to comfort her.
He'd make her some tea and snacks, not bringing up the subject because he knew daughter well enough that she wouldn't want that. And he was happy about it, because he had absolutely no idea how to explain to her that her body was changing and whatnot; that was your task.
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At the age of 16, Caroline got her first boyfriend.
Elvis immediately wanted him to come over to the house before they'd go out on dates and all those things.
Caroline didn't want to (and heavily protested) but she knew he truly wouldn't let her leave the house if he wouldn't meet Tommy, her boyfriend, first.
The poor boy was shaking in his shoes the moment he stepped into the house, almost too scared to look Elvis in the eye.
Elvis had been in Tommy's exact same position with your father; he knew how much he hated it back then, but it also gave him a sense of respect for your father. He demanded that same respect from Caroline's boyfriend.
Caroline silently begged you during dinner to have Elvis lay off a little, but before you could, the man of the house had already asked what Caroline had been praying he wouldn't.
“What are your intentions with my daughter, son?”
“I.. I.. Me and Caroline… I really l-like her, Mr. Presley,”
“Define like,”
��Dad!” “Elvis!” you and Caroline exclaimed, your voice holding a small warning tone while Caroline sounded like she could just kill him right there and then.
“What? He’s a man, he can speak for himself. Can’t ya, son?” he’d grin as he would land a slap on Tommy’s shoulder, who would laugh awkwardly and nod his head.
“I’d like to marry her?” Tommy blurted out, thinking that that was the answer Elvis wanted to hear.
It wasn’t.
“Marry? Well, now you’re movin’ a little fast, Tommy boy. I jus’ wanna know if you truly like my daughter and aren’t usin’ her to get what you want,”
“Please ignore him, Tommy. Tell me, what does your mother do again?” you'd kick Elvis' leg under the table, making him shoot a glare your way.
Caroline's face was flushed and she wouldn't look at her father for the rest of dinner anymore, but both her and Tommy were thankful that you were at least... normal.
There was absolutely nothing wrong with Tommy. If anything, he was extremely polite for a sixteen year old and he seemed to really like Caroline, but he rubbed Elvis the wrong way.
He was allowed to come over at the house, but definitely not to stay the night and Elvis demanded Caroline would keep her bedroom door open at all times.
Elvis usually worked the mornings while you worked nights, so Caroline never had the chance to fool around in her room with her boyfriend even if she wanted to.
While Tommy had his drivers license, Elvis took it upon himself to be their chauffeur whenever they wanted to go on a little date.
If it were up to him, he'd be right there at the restaurant or bowling alley, hidden in the crowd to keep an eye on them; you made him swear on the bible that he'd never do that, and he never did. No matter how tempting it was.
While Caroline was mortified whenever her dad came to pick her up from an outing, Tommy assured her it was okay; the poor kid would do anything to get Elvis' approval.
The only place Elvis could openly keep an eye on his daughter and her date would be at school dances. Ofcourse, he'd sign himself up as a chaperone.
Every year.
The mom's at the school were more than happy with it, since he was one of the youngest and most good looking fathers around, and they'd hang onto his every word.
Elvis was friendly with the mom's, but mostly because they gossiped a lot and this way, he could get tea on Caroline that his daughter wouldn't tell him herself.
Caroline avoided him like the plague at these dances – she felt too awkward to actually have fun or kiss her boyfriend, not able to join her friends who were planning to spike the punch.
It came to a point where Caroline talked to you about it, begging to talk to Elvis.
You did.
He was hurt.
“Ashamed of her father, huh? She should be happy that she’s even allowed to go out, that she’s allowed to have a boyfriend,” he scoffed when you'd be laying in bed with him one night.
“Jesus Christ, Elvis, what is this? 1824?”
“I wish,” he’d mumble as looked through some work papers in his hand.
“She’s almost seventeen. She’s not gonna be your little girl forever,”
He ignored those words, not wanting to face that reality; he knew he would have to though, so from that moment on, he stopped being a chaperone at school events and decided to let Tommy drive themselves around.
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Caroline and Tommy didn't last long; they were both still young and while Tommy was traditional, Caroline was a free bird.
When he seriously brought up marriage, she dumped him pretty much on the spot; Elvis couldn't be happier about it.
Your daughter found a new hobby, one that seemed like it was going to stick this time.
Horseback riding.
She gave up on piano lessons and dance classes pretty soon, but when she accompanied one of her friends to a riding lesson, she was sold as soon as she came into contact with a horse.
Elvis was excited, wanting to buy her a horse as soon as possible but you managed to stop him, because you wanted Caroline to proof herself first before you'd spend a lot of money on something she wouldn't care about anymore in a few months.
But she was passionate about this, joining her friend at the stables pretty much every day after school; you allowed Elvis to buy her a horse for her seventeenth birthday.
When she met the horse, who she named Domino, she bursted out crying and hugged Elvis so tight he felt like he was dreaming.
Seventeen or not, she was always going to be his little girl and this hug was proof of that.
Now that her attention was more so on horses and her friends and not so much on boys anymore, Elvis was less worried and allowed her more freedom than she already got.
This time, Caroline asked him to be her chauffeur and he happily agreed – driving her and her girlfriends where ever they wanted to go.
He had no idea that the only reason for it was because Caroline's friends all had a little crush on him, but he wouldn't care as long as it meant he could spend as much time with his daughter as possible.
When Caroline got good at riding and wanted to join competitions, he was all for it.
Since he only worked week days, he was able to drive Caroline and her friends to and from competitions on the weekends; ofcourse he made sure to buy her all the finest (and most expensive) riding gear and whatnot.
He developed an interest in horses himself as well, discussing tricks and tips with her before he'd watch her ride and cheer her on from the sidelines.
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Caroline knew that as long as she wouldn't bring up the subject of boys, she could get anything she wanted from her father.
He allowed her to have sleepovers, even when you weren't up for it.
He'd usually take you out to dinner or to go see a movie, so Caroline and her girlfriends could have a few hours of privacy.
Caroline knew how her friends felt about her father and she didn't care; she allowed them to make comments about how Elvis was so handsome and such, but when it came from random kids at school, she wouldn't take it.
When they badmouthed Elvis, because they knew him from the news, she would use her fists instead of her words.
You and Elvis grounded her for it every time, but Elvis was lowkey proud of her; going into her room when you'd be sleeping, so she could tell him in great detail how she landed a perfect punch.
These sleepovers she'd have with her friends were usually pretty innocent; movies, snacks, gossip.
This time booze was involved because one of her friends stole a bottle from her parents liquor cabinet.
Things weren't supposed to get this out of hand, but one thing led to another and Caroline got drunk.
It was her first time drinking hard liquor, so she got absolutely wasted.
You and Elvis were in shock when you came home to find her and her friends dancing through the living room, music blasting on full volume.
Caroline pretended to be just as shocked, but due to the alcohol in her system, she fell into fits of giggles and laughter.
You took the task upon you to take her equally as drunk friends home, while Elvis handled his drunk daughter.
“Dad, this is totally normal in Europe. Did you know the drinking age is 18 there?” she'd giggle as she jumped around him, though he caught her in time before she stumbled over her own feet.
“We're not in Europe, Care,”
“Well, it’s Europe-o’clock somewhere!”
Trying to go for the bottle again, Elvis snatched it out of her loose grip and put it on the table as he looked at her, trying hard to hold back his laugh.
He wasn't too happy about his daughter drinking and being in the state she was in, but she reminded him of you when you'd be drunk.
“I think.. I need.. to throw up,”
Seeing her gag and clasp her hand over her mouth, he'd widen his eyes and picked her up.
“Oh no, baby girl, not here. Your mother will have a whiplash,”
Carrying her to the bathroom made Caroline only gag more because of the movements, but she managed to hold it in until he put her in front of the toilet.
He turned his head away as he held her hair back, rubbing her back soothingly.
When she got everything out of her system, he'd clean her face with a damp washcloth, sitting next to her on the bathroom floor.
“I’m sorry, dad,” she’d cry, her emotions all over the place because of the alcohol. “I just wanted to try it once,”
He’d laugh, because he had held a drunk-crying you in his arms plenty of times before.
And vice versa, but Caroline didn’t need to know that.
“’S okay, little one. Just prepare for a big headache tomorrow,”
“Will it always feel like this? This miserable?”
He could tell her the truth and tell her that wasn’t the case, but his fatherly instincts took over.
“Yes, always. That’s why you should never drink anymore,”
She'd nod and when he took her in her arms, it wouldn't take her long to drift off into a slumber, snoring softly in his chest.
You were livid when you came back, even the sight of them in the bathroom didn't soften your anger.
You cleaned up your drunk daughter and brought her to bed, reminding her she was grounded for a month; something you'd remind her of the next day again.
Elvis knew he had to have your back in a situation like this and he did, but when you'd be laying in bed together, he'd tell you not to be so hard on her.
You couldn't help but worry, since alcohol was involved when you got pregnant with her and while you and Elvis turned out fine, you didn't want Caroline to lose part of her youth.
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When high school came to an end for Caroline, Elvis was both excited and miserable.
He was excited for her to take her next steps into the future, but also scared that his little girl was going to go out into the big world and wouldn't stop growing.
Caroline decided to take a gap year, as she hadn't figured out what she wanted to do in life yet and you and Elvis were fine with that.
Elvis was more than fine with it, because this meant she'd live at home for a little longer and he wouldn't have to say goodbye so soon.
During Caroline's graduation speech, Elvis was crying.
He'd pretend not to be, but you saw him blinking hard and pinking tears away when he thought you weren't looking.
He cheered and applauded the loudest when she finished and as soon as it was over, the two found each other and hugged each other as hard as they could.
Hugging her, you realized you were secretly just as happy as Elvis about the fact that she wasn't going off to college any time soon.
After high school, Caroline used her gap year to focus on Domino and the competitions and working at the movie theater she landed a job at; the same one her father had back in the day.
Having saved up enough money, you and Elvis decided it was time to move. Further away from downtown Memphis, and to a property with more freedom.
Graceland was huge, with enough space for Domino to live at too.
Elvis liked the sight of Domino grazing outside every morning so much, that he decided to get a horse for himself too.
Slowly but surely, Graceland turned into Graceland Stables; a fullblown riding school.
With Elvis being a known face around town and Caroline in the riding world, the school got so popular that it was enough for you and Elvis to quit your jobs.
Elvis and Caroline grew closer than they had ever been, as they now worked together every day.
You were pretty sure Caroline wasn't thinking about college at all anymore, she probably wouldn't leave any time soon but you and Elvis were more than okay with that.
As if planned by the universe; you fell pregnant not long after you quit your job, happy that Caroline would still be around to be a full-time big sister to her future baby brother.
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The Darkness Speaks
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Rating: PG-13 Warnings: Mentions of demons and poltergeists. Mild mental manipulation. Language. Pairing: Bisexual MReader x Strange Supreme (MReader x Ancient One mentioned) Plot: You returned home from a meeting with the Avengers about the state of the barrier around the world, exhausted and something caught onto the drop in your mental barriers. Luckily, a more positive, but equally dark force senses your distress and comes to your rescue. Word Count: 2800 Song Inspiration: It's the Fear by Within Temptation
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I can no longer restrain it: I have to give in.
Something wasn't right. It started with a small tingle in the back of his spine whenever he left from seeing Tony and Rhodey at the compound and it had grown into a full-on chill by the time he got to the doors of the Sanctum. He kept resisting the urge to look over his shoulder: He knew that if he did that, he would see something there he didn't want to deal with nor did he have the strength. The loss of The Ancient One had left him weakened and teetering on the brink of losing the magic that had accumulated in his body. He didn't like to think about what may or may not have figured out that he was weakened as a sorcerer. He ran his hand down the door of the old London building and pushed one of them open, stepping inside with a sigh of relief as warmth washed over him of a familiar kind. That he was home, where he was at least safe for the most part. But as he turned to close the door, he caught sight of what he had been trying to avoid looking at ever since he had portaled back from New York. There, standing on sidewalk at the base of the stairs was a tall dark figure with little to no actual details, just a distinguishing feature of being a human. His entire body turned to ice in the instant that he saw the creature raise its head to look at him and the hollowed eyes revealed themselves to him from under the hood. He immediately took action and tried to close the door so the wards would reactivate, but he wasn't quick enough, and a blast of energy sent him flying backwards with a crash into a nearby table that had the book of the original Master's history on top of it. He landed with a loud wince and the noise alerted his partner who rushed in from the other room and hovered between him and the entity that was now inside of his Sanctum. Cloak had little to no effect on something that wasn't corporeal, but his dedication to the man that had saved his life was so strong that he was able to create a small magical barrier around him, giving his master enough time to get to his feet slowly. The poltergeist was clearly irked by this, disappearing from view and Cloak was jerked to the side, wound into a ball and thrown aside like something useless as the entity reappeared right in front of the sorcerer. The brunette tried to summon his Tao Shields, hoping to give the angered spirit something to feed off of beside himself but they fizzled out just as they ignited: He was too weak from opening the portal back to London to activate his defense.
"You are mine," the spirit growled and his whole body prickled with the darkness that dripped on the vowels of every word and the possessive nature that they held.
He didn't answer and instead threw a blast of white-hot energy at the creature to disorient it and rushed upstairs, where there was a relic of Agamotto's that could help him get the poltergeist out of the building so he could reactivate the wards. But just as he got to the doorway of the relic room, he felt himself being forced onto the ground as a heavy energy landed on his back. He let out a minor yell of pain when he hit the floor so hard that he busted his lip on his teeth. The creature was sitting on his back and growling loudly, intent as hell on taking what little energy he had left in his body to fuel its own existence so that it could continue to torment him probably. He had no idea how this bastard found him, but he needed it gone before his life force was in danger.
"Get off of me!" he finally yelled, bucking himself upwards with enough force to dislodge the creature so that he could get to his feet and back away. As he turned, the black mist now had a full form of a man with deathly white skin, wearing black robes and it was coming at him again. "Vishanti, Agamotto, anyone! Please, help me!"
The man covered his face with his arms, his knees buckled at the force of the energy rushing at him as he leaned back against the case holding the Pendulum of Agamotto. But as he prepared for the force to grab him, nothing every came. He suddenly became aware that everything around him was humming with a massive amount of energy and it was making the glass on the cases rattle as it began to vibrate. As he lowered his arms, daring to look and see what was going on, he noticed that the poltergeist was stuck in a flaming orange circle, encompassing an upwards facing triangle that had circles on the points of contact.
"Don't touch what isn't yours," a deep voice said from the air around the sorcerer.
The Sanctum's master felt his legs finally give out as the energy finally rushed past him, making him fall to the floor at the base of the case, the Pendulum now seemingly activated and trying very hard to get out of the case. The energy turned into a massive, humanoid creature that the Sanctum's master could never have even conjured up in his wildest attempts at a fantasy novel. The structure read to being human, but it was bulky like a dragon, the top half covered in fur and a thick crest of black and red feathers. The legs and tail spoke to being reptilian, a dragon or something thereof with similarly scaled hands and claw tipped fingers. Its back, rather than bearing wings, was home to six large tentacles that were spread out like a fan as if to protect him from the opposing force. The creature's horns were tri-curled and obviously read that it was something akin to a demon from Amercan literature, as well as the six eyes on either side of the head. But if this was a demon, then why exactly had it come to his aid rather than trying to help the poltergeist devour his life energy? Just as he began to question everything that he'd learned up to this point, the glass of the case above him shattered, making him yelp and cover his head so that his face wouldn't get cut any more than his teeth had already succeeded in doing to his lip. He peeked out from under his arm and watched as the Pendulum went to the creature's hand as if it had been waiting to be called to its aid. The demon unlatched the Pendulum in the center and held the two ends up in front of its chest, making a circle appear around them in Eldritch magic. The ends of the artifact began to spin, and the echoing sounds of a clock resounded off the walls as the demon merged the two pieces of the artifact and their circles into one making a clock face appear in front of it. He was stunned; he'd never seen anyone except his teacher be able to wield the Pendulum of Agamotto so effortlessly in all of the time he'd been in Kamar-Taj or master of the Sanctum. But his attention was drawn to the green light emanated from the demon's chest as the rush of magic merged with the circle around the poltergeist where it was thrashing and trying to get away from what was clearly it's end at the hands of this creature. Wave after wave of Time energy bashed at the entity until it finally disappeared completely in a roar of anger and flash of black mist, which faded into the air around the rings where it had been held. He watched and listened as everything subsided, giving him time to get back to his feet and look at the creature as it put the Pendulum back together and the green light disappeared. The artifact went back to its casing as if now a content guard dog ready to take a nap after running the mailman away from the door because it saw envelopes as a real threat. The sorcerer sensed no malicious intent from the demon and curiosity got the better of him, so he stepped forward, but it stepped away.
"Don't be scared," he told the creature as it seemed to wrap its arms and appendages around itself. "I'm not going to seal you, I promise. I just..don't understand why you saved me."
There was a pregnant pause and the Englishman worried that maybe it could speak his language but didn't understand it. At least, until it finally spoke, and the tone of remorse rang a very loud gong in the brunette's mind, "I never wanted you to see me like this…"
The man's mind immediately began to recall the face of the man he'd been seeing in his dreams over the last six months. After The Ancient One's funeral, he had fallen into the Dream Plains by accident, unable to stabilize his magic very well due to the immense grief he felt losing the mother of his unborn child to someone he had once considered a friend. He was found by Nightmare, an entity that ran the Dream Plains with an iron fist and was hellbent on making anyone's life miserable that fell into his territory. The entity - cruel by nature and hellbent on making misery for those who found his domain - had summoned a Bukavac, a nasty water demon that enjoyed devouring people or anything else that got too close to the water where it lived. It was something he had feared since he was a novice and had a run in with one as a child in Pakistan. Luckily for him, there was another entity wandering the Dream Plains that night who was strong enough to force both the demon and Nightmare to release him from the darkness. The man took him to his own plain of existence, which he told him was the remnants of Earth-199999, his Earth in a different branch of the Multiverse. The man introduced himself as Doctor Stephen Strange and said that he was lucky he happened to recognize his energy as being similar to his variant from his branch and that he owed The Ancient One a huge debt for his own actions, so he was more than happy to save him as a way of making amends with the woman's spirit. He was intrigued by this man, so he inquired as to if he was alone in his world completely, to which the man confirmed. He said it was his own fault, that he hadn't listened when he was warned not to do things a certain way, but still he had, and it was his penance. The sorcerer's heart ached for the remorse in the man, so obviously shown in his face and heard in his voice for his actions that had destroyed his entire world and left him to suffer alone in silence. He knew it was risky, but without thinking twice, the master offered to be his guiding light, to try and find a way to speak with him every night so that he wouldn't be alone any longer. For a time, they spoke frequently about trivial things most times; what their frivolous interests were, what their favorite lessons had been, or which had driven them crazy when trying to learn. But as the weeks turned to months, the conversations grew more serious and deeply intimate, with him confessing to the man he'd been in love with The Ancient One and they were supposed to have a son together, but he'd been lost during the pregnancy. She'd been killed by Kaecillius, a man he'd once considered a good friend but had turned to the darker arts to try and gain power. Stephen told him of his loss of the woman he loved, Christine Palmer, and what he'd done to try and save her. The rules he broke, the Ancient One splitting him in two, only to undo all of the fail safes she'd created to prevent him from destroying their world over the woman. That was the first time he'd ever seen the man cry, but it certainly wouldn't be the last. And that same remorse was what he'd heard when the demon spoke to him just now.
"Stephen…" the sorcerer finally whispered, remembering that his voice worked. He watched in surprise as the bulky form receded in a red light and a haze of black mist, leaving the man standing there in front of him, terrified and guilt wracked. "Is that… Are those the creatures you told me about that time when we spoke?"
"I told you I was a monster," the man replied as confirmation, his body visibly trembling as if he were scared. Of what, the London Master couldn't be sure, but he had a pretty strong feeling that it was probably rejection. "It's why I didn't understand why you wanted to keep coming back. I paid my debt; you could have just left and never been the wiser. But now you… Now you see what I am. And I don't blame you for being scared."
"Oh, my darling Doctor Strange, I'm not scared of you. Just…surprised that so many entities can live in one body and not rip the host apart," the man whispered gently. He walked over and Stephen tensed, as if struggling with himself to not move. The brunette paused just long enough to see Cloak come in with a flutter of relief and rush over to latch onto his shoulders, before going back to the issue at hand. He stopped just short of the man and reached out slowly. "Strange. … Stephen, look at me."
The man didn't at first, clearly warring with himself in his head. But after a moment, he allowed himself to turn his head and look at the other sorcerer and the London Master's breath left his lungs at the sight of the tears in the man's tired eyes. He couldn't bare the idea of the man being his upset over the idea that he would leave him just because of something he'd done out of desperation to save the one he loved. Very gently, the brunette reached up and placed his hand on the man's face, cupping his cheek gently and running his thumb over the defined cheekbone. The man was still in poor health, but he certainly was doing much better than he had when they first encountered each other, though it was clear to him that he was still touch starved by the way his eyes fluttered closed and he allowed his shoulders to relax as he leaned into the touch.
"I don't want you to hate me," the man whispered, though it came out more of a whimper.
"I could never hate someone who went the extent you have to try and save the woman you loved from death," he told him, making Stephen open his eyes to look at him with worry. "It was stupid, yes, but very few men would ever have that level of dedication and I would never be able to pass judgement on you for it. It makes most of us look like cowards. You've broken yourself down so far to try and bring her back, because Fate dealt you such a terrible hand. I won't leave you, Stephen. You're safe here, you can try again, and you have my thanks for saving my life…again."
The man bowed his head, and a sob escaped his throat as he reached up, placing one hand over the other man's as he felt his body fully relax. He moved closer and kissed the demonic male's forehead gently before pressing his own against the spot, just to the side of where the man's bangs rested against the skin. He let him cry as long as he needed to, knowing they were tears of relief and joy that finally, he had found somewhere that he could call home, where he knew he wouldn't be judged for the things that he'd done or what he had become in order to accomplish them.
"Probably…" the man tried to say, but a hiccup got in the way and the smaller male chuckled as they parted. Stephen's cheeks were a little pink in response as he wiped his face dry of the tears, giving the man a good look at the Eye of Agamotto around his neck. That explained a lot. "Probably not a good idea for me to stay here though. I can't risk destroying your world by incursion."
"Well," the smaller male said thoughtfully before looking at him from the artifact resting against his chest and gave him a warm smile. "Maybe you can stay just a little longer? I don't think the Watcher is going to get mad if I give you a bath and a warm meal. You smell like sulfur and look like you're about to pass out from the power you just used to save my ass. It's the least I can do."
Stephen laughed a little and it warmed his cold heart, making him smile which the other sorcerer returned. The London Master offered him is hand and for the first time without worry as to what the consequences may be, Stephen reached out to take it and intertwined their fingers. "I think I can live with that."
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Dark Water
Chapter 37 : The Day
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cw: emotional whump, emotional manipulation, bad news, breakup, threat at the end of a gun, talk of hanging and thinking of death.
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"Theodora?" Anne called from downstairs. "Ye awake?"
Theodora took a breath, "Aye!" She called. "I was just comin' down!"
She emerged at the top of the stairs, looking down upon her friend, who had taken a seat at the bar. Her hair was a mess; her dress, also. She was pretty sure that was the same one Anne had been wearing before she had gone to bed.
Her foot hit the landing. "Ye 'ungry?"
Anne nodded with a smile. Theodora didn't return it as she walked behind the bar and got to work.
"Where were ye?" She prepped the stove. "I don't remember ye talkin' about town."
"I got up the other day and 'ad a thought," Anne leaned on her elbows. "What if Reid tried ta bad-talk ye? So I went to town, spoke to Burke to see if we could get ahead of it."
Theodora tossed the kindling. "Good thinkin'." She grabbed the matchbox.
Anne's brows raised, "ye okay? Did ye sleep alright?"
Her hand stilled. There was no use in pretending when the pit of hell was rising up to meet her. Maybe the matches were really meant for her, because she was burning.
"I know what ye did, Anne."
She pushed her hair, "I'm not sure what ye-"
"Don't lie to me." Theodora's hands trembled at her sides as she closed her eyes. "Just- don't. Please." She took a deep breath in to alleviate the pressure in her chest before she turned around.
"I know what ye did."
The moment Anne looked away, she could feel the tingling over her brow.
"I'm makin' it right..."
Her heart sunk. "Please leave."
Anne looked at her. There was a slight tremble crawling over her.
"It's not a big deal." She pointed to the door. "They were never a part 'a this pub, an ye never should'a made the trade in the first place! The most good they could'a done ye is ta be worked over, but instead ye work ye'self to the bone and go to bed without a decent meal." She softened, and stood.
"Ye work so 'ard," she blinked back tears, stepping towards her friend with pleading eyes. "Clawed ye way back from the brink time and time again. I'd 'ate ta see ye throw it away. Ye too strong for that, Theodora."
"Too strong?" Theodora sneered. "I'm tired, Anne."
She nodded, reaching into her pocket. "Then let me 'elp ye-"
"Not of the pub, ye dimwit!" Theodora took a deep breath to calm herself as Anne stilled. "I can work this pub 'til I'm dead. I'm tired of- I don't know... puffin' out my chest for bottom-barrel pirates who think dealing out sufferin' is a show of fortune... it didn't used to be that way," she reflected. "Or 'ave ye forgotten?"
Anne recoiled. "And ye be the beacon of memory? So easily glossin' over ye past dirty deeds. And who stuck by ye all the way?" Her brows furrowed. "Ye weren't so ashamed of us bottom-barrel pirates, then, aye?"
Anne leaned forward, over the counter, her eye gleaming. "And 'ere ye are, actn' a saint, not even realizin' what ye done."
"What are ye talkin' about?"
"Ye let a mole on the island- nay, not a mole..." she watched Theodora's face; savoring the look of confusion that blossomed beneath her stoic eyes before she delivered the punch:
"An assassin."
Theodora felt it and, worse of all, Anne saw it. Like a small splinter along a strained mast that had rolled in from one storm, unknowingly being blown straight into another. Her resolve cracked just enough for her face to twitch, and her deep brown eyes began to swim.
"Who?" She asked, though she already knew.
She thought of the past, watching Anne in her blurred periphery while she ran through the memories of his absolute obedience despite her heated reprove and the general unpleasantness of the situation. An act. Of course. How had she been so utterly stupid.
Theodora felt a familiar weight fall upon her shoulders, making her whole body tense and her toes dig into the boots.
"Duncan..." she muttered.
Anne nodded, taking a seat again. "Aye. Sad, but 'ow could ye 'ave known? Lucky for ye, there's a way this blows over. If I can get enough money fer the lad, and let Reid take care of the scoundrel, then all 'a this goes away. Good, aye?"
By all accounts, it should have been good. Any other way, and Theodora would be at the end of a noose, but she had Anne, and Anne had Reid and, by the looks of it, Burke, too. She should've felt relieved—no, she should have been grateful to have a friend like her.
She leaned on the counter. "I feel sick."
"Don't worry. No one will know, ye 'ave my word. And the lad can fetch a larg sum, too..."
Her voice faded into the background. An assassin in her pub, among her clientele. She was ruined. Her hands clenched over the bar top as pressure built at her eyes. Everything she had worked for was gone... no, who was she kidding? It wasn't really hers. It hadn't been hers for a long time.
"...Maybe I could be ye partner after all 'a this? Maybe we could expand. I've got ideas about barterin' fer mo-"
Theodora remembered the sailor's face when she pulled him from the barn, or his unending respect even after she had stupidly hit him. There was no ire in his eyes like in Moss', though she deserved it.
The pressure kept building as she recalled looking out of the back door and watching him with the horses; completely unaware of her gaze as if he was lost in another world, talking to them, giving them too many apples... why would an assassin do that?
And, when he accepted the clothes that night, why was his voice wound so tight and his face pale and lost?
She clenched her fist, and her head snapped to Anne.
"Get out."
Anne rolled her eyes, "Theodora, we-"
She was cut off by Theodora pulling the gun and pointing at her.
"We are done. Get out of my pub."
Anne's jaw clenched, and she pointed a finger, "I know that's not loaded. I looked at it before I left."
"I loaded it in case Reid came back," Theodora adjusted her hold as she motioned Anne out of her seat. "Though, now I know ye would be the one bringin' that dog to my doorstep."
"They said they would stop makin' ye life miserable," she raised her hands and moved away. "I'd be a terrible friend if I didn't make the deal!"
“No,” Theodora forced Anne to the door, “what makes ye a terrible friend is that ye assumed I'd be okay with it.”
She shook her head, “Ye don' mean it-”
“I do,” Theodora held the gun firm.
Anne stared at Theodora and grimaced as she blinked back tears.
“Ye will 'ang. Ye both will!”
“Then our blood is on yer 'ands! Now Get. Out.”
Anne grimaced and spat, then kicked the bucket over, sending the dirty water and mop clattering to the ground as her tears turned to rage, “I'll be tha first ta bid when ye dead!”
The door slammed, and Theodora waited a few moments before she lowered the gun and looked up at the ceiling, pressing her eyes closed and letting out a loud, shaking breath.
Then she took the bucket outside to refill it. Horse hooves tracked around the yard, circumventing the start of the garden where the shovel still lay, abandoned in the hot sun. She pulled water from the well, then slapped the freshly cleaned mop onto the floor to soak up the mess. An hour went by; the robotic movements comforted her mind. Then she discarded the dirty water and opened both doors to allow the breeze in.
There were no ships at her harbor; she didn’t expect any for another couple weeks or so. She took a deep breath, wondering if she would be there in the fall; feeling guilty from the relief that maybe she wouldn’t be.
Her mind traveled to the gallows, wondering what she would do when the rope touched her neck. Would she allow herself to cry?
Would she have a choice?
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Divine Beast of Darkness, pt.1
Trigger warning: emotional manipulation, person brushing off concern, person who looks ill.
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Twilight had been looking...odd...all day.
Okay fine, Time admitted to himself as he glanced yet again at his descendant's pale face, Twilight looked ill. He was oddly pale; Twilight's skin was tanned from the long hours he worked on a ranch and traveling in the sun. His face should not be chalky. Nobody's should, granted, but it was especially concerning for Twilight.
The afternoon sun of Wild's era was currently blocked by trees. They had landed on the Great Plateau several hours prior, early in the morning, and Time had declared a rest day. He had many reasons for this, not the least of which were the nice weather, few to no monsters, the days of exhaustion they'd just gotten through, and Twilight's quite concerning condition.
That hadn't started until they'd landed in this era.
"Twilight," Time heard Sky begin, "you don't look so good."
"I'm fine," the rancher snapped.
He'd snapped at all of them when they asked.
"No seriously," Sky pushed. "You look like something's wrong." Time caught the wince Twilight tried to hide.
"For the last time, I'm perfectly fine, just exhausted."
"Bullshit," Legend said from where his nose was buried in a book, laying on a tree branch. "When you're tired, you get irritated and snappy, yes. But your face doesn't imitate snow, and even when you're exhausted, you never snap at Sky or Wild."
It was quite plain to see that Twilight was pissed now. "For the last time, I. Am. Fine."
"Your attitude says otherwise," Time said quietly. Twilight shot to his feet.
"You know what," he snapped. "I know this place well enough, I'm going to go take a walk. Since nobody here seems to believe me."
As the wolf-like rancher stormed past him, Time caught his sleeve and leaned in to whisper in his ear. "If you just want to be by yourself for a bit, I'm not going to stop you. But please remember that if you're ill or something, it's perfectly fine to tell us, nobody would be surprised after the last few days we've had."
Twilight shot him a Look.
I know that, but I'm still pissed.
As his pup turned away, Time spotted the brief - very brief - flash of red that briefly lit up his eyes.
As Twilight disappeared from sight, Legend dropped down to the ground. "Did you guys feel that?"
Time furrowed his brow. "No."
"I did," Sky murmured. Legend hummed.
"Magic," he told Time. "There's something bothering him. It's not as strong now that he's left, though."
"Hmm," Time considered.
--
You know there is no point to your resistance, my Divine Beast.
"Says the disembodied voice in my head," Twilight muttered. "Who even are you?"
It's funny that you haven't figured it out.
"So of course you're not going to tell me," Twilight said. He turned another bend in the forest; though none of his brothers were following him, he still wanted to ensure they couldn't.
They didn't follow you, the voice mused, a deep, rumbling baritone tinged with mirth. They don't care enough to make sure you're alright.
"They do too," Twilight bit back. He sat down against a tree, away from a path. "It's a rest day and we just got through a week of fighting." The healing wounds in his side ached.
You aren't even healed. A strange, shifting sound. I could take care of that for you.
"Hah," Twilight huffed. "No."
So arrogant. You reject simple aid, and you disrespect your better.
"Considering that I don't even know who you are, you have very little place claiming to be better than I am."
Arrogant indeed. My sister did say that you would reject me.
...what?
Indeed, the voice purred. You were given to me, my Divine Beast. Given to me by my sister, your patron, as a...mending of fences, of sorts. A laugh. You are mine, and no matter what you do or think, you will answer my call.
"I...don't have a patron," Twilight said slowly.
Oh but you do. She used to be the same goddess who looked over all the Heroes. But I am your patron now, and in return for the power I offer, you will obey me when I give an order.
Gears turned in Twilight's mind. Old stories came to the forefront of his memory, an outcropping of rock, an elder whispering tales of old, bitter words from an otherwise sweet mouth.
Something clicked, and Twilight's back went ramrod straight.
So you figured it out.
"Demise," Twilight said slowly, clearly, "what the hell do you want with me?"
A malicious yet victorious laugh sounded in his head. What do I want, my Divine Beast? Nothing less than total victory over my sister's land and pawns.
--
It was sunset now as the Links made camp overlooking the rest of Hyrule. They might have been laughing, telling stories of their days, except for one thing.
Twilight had yet to return from his "walk".
Instead of joyous, their laughs were tense. Instead of stories, they shared fretful glances. Wild was hardly focusing on the cooking pot, instead fiddling with his Slate. Time swept a careful look around the camp.
Wild stood up like a snap, clipping his Slate to his belt. "We have to find Twilight," he stated.
"While I agree with you, Champion," Warriors began slowly, only to be interrupted by Wild.
"What?" Blue eyes blazed with anger, fear, and worry. "He's been ill all day, are you actually suggesting we leave him alone, tonight of all nights?"
The camp went silent as Wild's words sank in.
"Champion," Time said haltingly, "why is tonight particularly dangerous?"
Wild bristled. "There's a blood moon tonight!"
The camp was once again quiet.
"Didn't those stop when you beat Ganon, though?" Wind asked, breaking the silence.
"They did," Wild bit sullenly. "But I know what they feel like."
"Why didn't you bring this up earlier?" Legend hissed.
"Because I only felt it once the sun started going down!" Wild rounded on the veteran, glaring with such intensity he looked as though he could cut a mountain open with his gaze. "If I'd known before, then I'd said something before!" He began pacing violently back and forth. "Twilight's been looking sick all day, there's a blood moon tonight, and we don't know where he is! We need to go find him! Why is everyone just sitting there!"
"We were waiting for you to finish snapping," Legend bit at him, but stood up and grabbed his things.
--
"Absolutely not!" Twilight snapped at the apparent god of destruction.
You have no choice in the matter.
"You seriously think I'm going to fight my brothers?"
You still call them your brothers? Demise laughed. You of all people should know they'd turn against you the moment they knew the truth.
"They wouldn't," Twilight stated calmly.
That so-called mentor of yours seems to have different ideas.
"Time? He's my dad. If I trust any of them, I trust him." The setting sun glared into Twilight's eyes as he looked in the direction of the distant camp.
Then why did he see you as so weak when he knew who you'd become?
A memory slammed to the forefront of Twilight's mind, his first meeting with the Hero's Shade. The disappointed, sharp tones. The blatant insults to his skill.
All things he'd excused eventually.
He still sees you as weak.
"No he doesn't," Twilight said.
Oh? Then why does he still see you as a lesser?
"He doesn't," Twilight spat.
Dangerous to take that tone with me. I'm still right.
"You're not."
And Sky? Hylia's favorite, the oh-so-beloved shining light of this pathetic world? Do you really think he tolerates the darkness? Darkness which you hold in yourself?
"He's kind like that. He doesn't care. Also he already knows it's dark magic."
But does he know you use it so often?
The scene replayed in Twilight's head. Walking in to Sky holding bunny Legend, the conversation that ensued, and how it turned out.
Never once did Sky give any indication he thought Twilight used the crystal so frequently.
Told you.
"Shut up."
A sting of pain raced through him, and Twilight straightened up in surprise, his head banging against the tree. He winced.
Don't take that tone with me.
Twilight didn't say anything.
What was that Time said again? To be rid of the darkness in Hyrule?
"Hyrule is a land of light. It-"
And yet it fell so easily to the darkness.
This was true; Twilight had experienced it firsthand. The land slathered in shadow, every crevice corrupted.
This land was destined from the start to return to the darkness from whence it came. An odd feeling crept over Twilight, like being the center of attention of a large crowd. You shall be the catalyst. Tonight, when the Blood Moon rises, you shall begin.
"I think not."
A sigh. You are so stubborn, fighting for people who will turn against you so easily.
"They won't!"
Then prove it. If they wouldn't turn against you, then you should have no problem walking into the camp right now and telling them all about your magic, so dark, so antithesis of what a Hero of Hyrule represents. A chuckle. But then, with Hylia's denouncement, you aren't one anymore.
Twilight was stuck in place. The sun was low on the horizon now, visions of how that conversation would play out dancing across his eyes.
They wouldn't understand.
Sharp blades, soft skin.
Glares, angry, hateful.
One-eyed glare.
Teary blue eyes.
Other blue eyes, looking at him like a monster.
So you do know I'm right.
"It's just nerves."
We both know it's not. We both know you know that if you tell them, they will try to kill you.
"Stop."
Did you ever tell them why you are called the Divine Beast?
The memory of that day splashed against his mind.
"Not all people are blessed with that icky Light! Tee-hee!"
"Midna!"
"What? You know it's true. You're a wolf after all."
"That doesn't mean you need to call me a beast!"
"It's a compliment, silly! Did you not see that battlefield? Or were you too lost in the violence? Tee-hee!"
So many innocent people dead. Of course, neither of us care. The Heroes would though.
"You do remember I'm one of those Heroes, right?"
You do remember you aren't anymore, right?
Something pulled at his mind, and his attention was turned inwards, towards his aura. His aura, and the utter lack of any Light.
You were forsaken by Hylia. Not even Hylian without a Light; you're certainly not a Hero.
"There's more to being Hylian than magic," Twilight jumped.
Oh? Such as what? Pointed ears? The Gerudo have those, too. As do the Twili.
Twilight shut his mouth.
Exactly. What do you honestly think awaits you from those Heroes?
He didn't know.
You know where to go.
He did.
And then the sun fully set over the horizon.
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I'll End this Engagement - By 꾸꾸즈 (7/10)
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This one is a hard maybe. I'm almost certain there's at least one yandere in here. There might be two, but everyone in this particular webtoon is very guarded. Love is a touchy, political subject. Nobody trusts anybody, and the reincarnated protagonist sees her husband as a threat for a long time. It's been twenty five chapters and she still doesn't trust him, which is good because he's a manipulative scumbag.
Quick warning I think this is an unpopular webtoon, because of how slow it is. The English translations that are available aren't great.
Leah Francis is a pink, cute lady who is engaged to her childhood crush. Duke Devan is dashing, handsome, and a demon on the battlefield. Leah has the favor and love of the Emperor, so she's a powerful bride to have. The Emperor is only letting the Duke marry Leah because he's strong enough to protect her...but Leah dies. She goes insane slowly. Duke Deven never gives her any love, attention, or respect. Eventually she becomes a laughingstock in court. She was supposed to be the highest lady in the land, but she became an embarrassment. Another woman upstaged her. That woman, Olena, is the Empresses adoptive daughter. Cute, dumb Leah couldn't beat her. So, she clumsily tries to kill Olena after Devan starts to admire the other woman.
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That, obviously, leads to a bad end where she dies. The cruel truth is that the Duke never loved her. He quickly falls for Olena after her death, and then Olena becomes Empress...with another man. The Duke is a side character too! Suprise! He dies suspiciously and Olena marries a more powerful man to cement her position as Empress. Leah loved Devan honestly, even though he's kind of a bastard. Thankfully, her reincarnation does not.
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Oh Soojin was a loyal woman. She stayed with her childhood boyfriend for eight years. She helped him with money and his future, and then he dumped her to marry a younger woman. Soojin quickly adapts to life as Leah. She knows she is insignificant to the Duke, and she must stay away from Olena. Olena is being groomed by the Empress Dowager to become the next ruler. Leah is kind of in the way because she is close friends with the current young Emperor. She decides to avoid her husband, Devan, and push for a divorce.
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Devan would love to divorce Leah, but now he's curious. Leah seems kinder. Less snobby. She dresses better now too. She no longer looks or acts like a helpless child, and she has some smart ideas. That was really all Devan needed from his wife. He didn't want a desperate pink waif. He wanted a partner. The original Leah was too kind and naive for his taste. He resented the Emperor for making him marry her because of her crush on him. The original Leah was unpleasantly obsessed with the Duke. He treated her like shit, and he was an asshole, but the original Leah was unbearable. She used the Emperor to get him, when he would have preferred to marry another strategic mind. Leah and Devan were a doomed couple with nothing in common. She only liked his face and power. The things the Duke did to her were unforgivable, but I do understand why he was unhappy with Leah. She just wanted to be loved and adored all day...by a man that wasn't interested in her...and she used manipulation to get his hand in marriage.
It was a messy situation, but Oh Soojin suits Devan well.
She hates his guts though, because she knows how cruel he can be.
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Devan falls in love first. Leah takes off her heavy makeup, and begins to properly show off her beautiful face. She is suddenly kinder to everyone. Even the lowest servants get a smile from her. She ignores him, which makes him go a little nuts. He hated it when Leah followed him around, but now he wants that because she has become so much easier to talk to. Devan loves talking about politics with Leah now. Her knowledge and grace is valuable. He still insults her like an idiot sometimes, but he's a goner. By chapter ten he doesn't want her to ever be alone with other men.
Yes.
Everyone does immediately notice her transformation, including a bunch of men.
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This is the important one. Kadel Vernon is Olena's future husband. He is a born politician with a sunny smile. Leah impresses him when they meet. Leah is close to the Emperor and her pedigree is amazing. Kadel doesn't have an amazing title yet. He wants to marry a powerful woman. He knows Leah is married, but she's the perfect choice. He becomes a little too obsessed with seducing her. He knows she's married. He can see that her husband is fairly possessive, but he's fearless. He boldly claims that he wants to steal her.
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Devan and Kadel both fall for her after she does something really cool. A spy has been following everyone around and feeding information to the Empress. The rat is this guy, Raul. Leah uses a magical "love" perfume to catch him. It was a gift from her friend. She was supposed to use it to flirt with the Duke, but she chose to use it to uproot a traitor instead.
Deven is very proud to have her as a wife at this point.
She still doesn't like him.
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She shouldn't like him yet. Devan is a potential yandere, but he's not the type of man that falls in love easily. He only fell for Olena after she managed to manipulate him. He let his wife get insulted by everyone, and he chased after Olena while he was married. He's a man with a one track mind. Leah doesn't think he'll ever be loyal in their marriage because of this. Devan's shitty side is connected to his yandere side. He's not a very popular type of yandere. He's manipulative but he's not very affectionate.
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He would never choose a woman for her looks. What he's after is someone capable that he can claim. When Leah says something smart there's always a creepy moment or panel with him smiling. Olena hasn't been introduced yet. I think Devan is going to show her how loyal he is after she appears. Olena and Leah were polar opposites before. Leah used to wear unfashionable, frilly, bejeweled pink things because she was insecure. Olena used to be the graceful, smart one. Now that Leah is less insecure and more independent the Duke wants to tie her down.
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Devan's love is very selfish. He doesn't want Leah to leave him. When she brings up divorce again he tears up the papers. He grabs her. He tries to intimidate her. When she says she knows he hates her he threatens to kill whoever told her that. He practically spits on Kadel whenever he appears. He sees other men as competition.
He's...a pretty toxic yandere that is a complete asshole in the beginning.
He's a hard sell.
He's pretty hard to love. Her sister in law, and the rest of her family, support the divorce.
I think he's going to have to do something extreme to get her love, which he is definitely willing to do.
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"Elia, Rhaegar and I have books rewritten for everything you do in wars, power, magic and politics and to strengthen alliances Yennefer and to end wars. You and Jon can write your own books. You're such a powerful couple. You five are so successful in life", said Lyanna, Rhaegar and Elia. Yennefer smiled, "oh thank you, that's cool. Oh we're all gonna change a lot. These two worlds are similar. I've never had as much money as I have now. Ciri has never had so much power and money. The adventures have only just begun.
I've never been this powerful before and all this is something more for all of us. You know that Eddard Stark sabotages, manipulates and corrupts everything. I love Jon and he loves me, Jon has given and done enough. Daenerys loves him as a brother and he her as a sister, Geralt loves Jon as a brother. Eddard Stark was never as honorable as everyone thinks you know that perfectly well Lyanna, he wanted to sell you. Your mother wanted to sell you Elia. Jon and Geralt are very similar and could be brothers. I've known Jon for quite a while now, I have known him for many years now, Daenerys and Geralt have known each other for many years now, Eddard Stark and Robert Baratheon were jealous Eddard Stark wanted King's Landing and he deserved to die he died because of the lack of Sincerity, Eddard Stark didn't die of honor between Lannisters and Baratheons, he was never as honorable as anyone believed, Ned Stark's had a dark side and on this dark side he died, he was a hypocrite he didn't admit mistakes he made", said Yennefer and Lyanna, Elia and Rhaegar nodded, "I've never felt better than now. None of the three of you are to blame for what happened, an ugly realm isn't worth giving you three headaches over, you three did everything right, you did everything right Rhaegar, you are a better man than Emhyr, Ned Stark, Tywin Lannister, Robert Baratheon or Jon Arryn, father-in-law. You three, Aerys and Rhaella are extremely good, smart and powerful others would kill to get a little advice from you, you five have a good heart no matter what others say or think it's the truth. King's Landing is out of the game. We love you as you are. People say a lot but have no idea about the subject. Ciri is a good person. Daenerys is a good person. Geralt is a good person. Jon is a good person. Yennefer is a good person. Rhaenys is a good person. Something will never quite work out, something will always be left on the way it's all too thin for that, we are in gray territory. It has nothing to do with choosing anything somewhere small apologies have to end and there we are and we broke wheels of power. This world concerns Yennefer, Ciri and Geralt; our world is your concern; hence it is that we all were chosen to do so, it means also Destiny", Jon, Ciri, Daenerys and Geralt nodded, "yes", and Lyanna, Elia, Aerys, Rhaella and Rhaegar hugged Yennefer, Jon, Ciri, Daenerys and Geralt, "we love you."
"I am the happiest girl in all the worlds, I have two fathers and two mothers. I have everything in these two worlds, a lot to do to finally change something. Adventure, Magic, Dragons. I love the four i really do they are so strong, powerful and smart, they're the best. Sometimes I'm naughty and then there's trouble because I want it.
Yennefer Vengerberg-Targaryen and Jon Vengerberg-Targaryen, Geralt Rivia-Targaryen and Daenerys Rivia-Targaryen, Ciri Vengerberg-Targaryen
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Black has always been the color of the sorceress and the Targaryen wolf. The feared Witcher models for his Khaleesi", said Ciri and the five laughed aloud.
"How many people have to die because Eddard Stark backed Robert Baratheon in the Rebellion! This was abuse of power through usurpation, the usurper divided the continent. This is civil war, that's the fault of Robert Baratheon and Eddard Stark. Iron Throne destroyed for many years, kingdoms in Independence and yet civil war is coming, very impressive Eddard Stark, what a hypocritical asshole. Open war is over Westeros. From north to south the continent is divided because of Eddard Stark. Robert Baratheon and Eddard Stark tore the realm apart. He was a Monster the Usurper was a Monster. Robert Baratheon was always the bad guy. The realm is in a thousand pieces because of the fat, stupid, monstrous Storm King. This is high-treason what Eddard Stark committed at Elia, Lyanna and Rhaegar, his betrayal goes deeper than we realize this is Eddard Stark's betrayal during the Rebellion, just because Ned Stark messed with a powerful Sorceress shattered the continent's foundations. He threatened Yennefer to hand Ciri over to Robert Baratheon. Open war across worlds", said Jaime Lannister under Casterly Rock and Myrcella, Joffrey and Tommen and Cersei Lannister nodded, "yes these are now split camps. Robert was a warmonger."
"This is the next level of a Game for Power that Yennefer plays. This is the final stage of a game. None of us can play that. Littlefucker Baelish couldn't play this game. A woman disempowered a man, that's so good.
Jon's fiancee is extremely powerful, they are a dream couple. Jon is so cool. This is so cool. Daenerys and Geralt are a dream couple. I respect that. Ciri is so powerful and cool.
Ned Stark's betrayal goes deeper than imaginable. Robert wasn't just a warmonger, monster, misogynist and thug he was also a hedonist, Eddard Stark knew about Mya and her mother and that Robert didn't give a shit about her and Ned Stark did nothing for Mya's mother.
Eddard Stark betrayed everything and everyone. His betrayal reaches to the very foundations of the continent. Yennefer has almost more money than we have, mum, dad", said Joffrey and Myrcella nodded, "it's right. Eddard Stark meddles in things that are none of his business. He interfered in the internal and external politics of the Crownlands, although that was none of his business. Yennefer, Jon, Geralt, Ciri and Daenerys already have more money than we do."
Cersei smiled, "never has anyone bent the kingdoms so well as Yennefer, Jon, Geralt, Daenerys and Ciri, that was Lyanna, Elia and Rhaegar last when they gave independence. The people of the Stormlands hate Robert Baratheon and tremble at Yennefer's political understanding. The people of the Vale of Arryn tremble before Geralt's and Jon's power.
It's always been about power, Robert Baratheon thought Lyanna, Elia, or I was power and Yennefer, Ciri, Rhaegar, Jon, Elia, Lyanna, Daenerys, Geralt have shown the the kingdoms that they are mightier than them. Never before has someone shown the north the limits and put them in their place in such a cool way, the way Yennefer plays, mighty games of power are played, everything she does is right she had already told him the answer he should have written a book on corruption, Ned Stark licked Robert's boots, that means Ned Stark's dependence on Robert Baratheon and hence corruption it is not at all easy for northern kingdoms to be independent, the Ironborn are attacking the north, Boltons are in open rebellion; on Skagos is open rebellion against House Stark of Winterfell. The north is sparsely populated, has no money, no economy, uncivilized barbarians north of the wall, zombies and countless enemies, an alliance is also required for economy, everything Yennefer does has purpose. Eddard Stark and Jon Arryn wanted to hand Ciri over to Robert Baratheon. This is the intensification of a game for power that Yennefer exercises there is no consequence that Eddard Stark and Robert Baratheon are dead she's innocent that they're dead, they did too much wrong. Yennefer disempowered Eddard Stark, a woman disempowered a man completely for his mistakes and dark side that's awesome. This is a game for power. King's Landing is out of the game. Baelish could never play like that, he doesn't have Yennefer's political reach. That's political stability, she's far too cunning and stabil that's a huge political reach, I have no idea about Cintra or Aedirn, she plays way better than I ever could, I would never get into Nilfgaard or Cintra. I would die instantly if I entered Yennefer's world. This is a game like Rhaegar, Lyanna and Elia played during the rebellion when they gave independence. Yennefer knows how power works far better than I do. She plays better than I ever could. She's a lot smarter than me or Sansa it can all be seen where it's going, she's a lot smarter than i could ever be. She is so powerful, i like her games and power, Jon found a wonderful, powerful woman, I respect Yennefer, Jon, Geralt, Daenerys and Ciri. Myrcella, do you want to go to Dorne as a diplomat for a while? I'll take you to the capital, and Lyanna and Elia will take you there", said Cersei and Jaime, Myrcella, Joffrey and Tommen nodded.
•Eddard Stark calls Yennefer witch. Outbreak of Civil war•
Yennefer Vengerberg-Targaryen gives the North a warning, a rubdown and political consequences for supporting Robert Baratheon, drawing a red line, isolating the north on all sides. Yennefer shows Eddard Stark's dark side. House Bolton declares war on House Stark of Winterfell.
House Martell, Targaryen and Stark of King's Landing and the Independent Crownlands, the Independent Dorne, Cintra, Aedirn, Essos, Temeria, Kaedwen, Redania join forces, defense pact of Harrenhal
Yennefer's political stability, tremendous games and power
Eddard Stark gets caught up in the war between Lannisters and Baratheons. The Death of Eddard Stark between Tywin Lannister and Robert Baratheon during the Battle of Storm's End between House Lannister and Baratheon, no political consequences, "that's what he deserves, OFF WITH THE HEAD", roared Lannister and Baratheon soldiers and the head flew in a high arc, "I'm Eddard Stark, I plead guilty to high-treason on my own blood."
•Karma for the role in the Rebellion: Now the truth of what he lied to and manipulated is dawning on Eddard Stark, Eddard Stark's high-treason to Elia Martell, Lyanna Stark and Rhaegar Targaryen during the Rebellion. Yennefer exposes Eddard Stark's betrayal of Elia Martell, Lyanna Stark and Rhaegar Targaryen when Eddard Stark was at Robert Baratheon's side•
"You started the shit standing by the usurper's side. Nobody threatens my daughter with war or insults my daughter, Ciri's my and Daenerys' daughter asshole and she will not be sold into political marriages as long as Daenerys, Geralt, Jon and I stand! You knew about Mya and you did nothing for her mother. You don't even know my name. I don't have to give my name out because you don't give a shit. The bad truth hurts, doesn't it, Lord Stark? You lost a sister and a child a long time ago when you gave a fuck about Mya's mother like Robert Baratheon.
I gave you the answer to writing a book on corruption because I was hoping for an apology but you are no more than a good northern lord, you weren't even a good King in the North, you are no better than Robert Baratheon. It's none of your business or Robert Baratheon's business what Jon does. He's my fiancé, i won't let Jon's power be taken away. Ciri is none of your business. Daenerys is none of your business. Geralt is none of your business. Nobody has my story, you don't know me Lord Stark. You are just like Robert Baratheon and it's really sad that a grown man like you behaves like a toddler and complains about how unfair it is you are stuck at level 1 Lord Stark, you are like him, you two are very terrible people you are no better than him you two are one person. You two are no better than my father who sold me like a pig for a handful of coins. You're no better than the son of a bitch Emhyr var Emreis.
You, Tywin Lannister, Robert Baratheon, Elia's mother and Emhyr var Emreis can shake hands how to properly treat own sisters and daughters like dog shit", said Yennefer in heavy Aedirn accent.
"That is indecent and not proper. Ciri must marry, she must protect the realm, I give her to Robert Baratheon, Ciri's power belongs to Storm King Robert Baratheon. That's the will of Jon Arryn and Robert Baratheon. Robert Baratheon will marry her off to a lord. No will not be tolerated! Rebellious phase will not be tolerated it is indecent she must be docile and submissive and give birth to children. I'll teach you discipline and order, vicious witch. The south must listen to what I say, y'all must be submissive. My will! My will! My will. I make no mistakes I'm perfect, be submissive evil witch you must die I will disempower you, the man who passes the sentence should swing the sword I'm perfect. Robert Baratheon will teach you two evil, whoring witches manners until you're half dead in the corner. I said be submissive there's only my will. MY WILL! MY WILL", roared Eddard at Yennefer like a stupid child. Yennefer spat in his face and kicked him between the legs and everyone laughed aloud over Eddard, "and here you see a hypocritical, lying, manipulative pig."
Ciri, Yennefer, Lyanna, Elia, Rhaegar, Jon, Geralt, Rhaenys, Daenerys, Aegon, Triss and Tissaia laughed aloud, "You are the bad guy you are showing your true colors right now, you are manipulating and a hypocrite. You can wait a long time for us to be submissive."
"Come here asshole and we'll kill you with our own hands", Geralt and Jon jumped up but Triss, Elia, Lyanna, Aerys, Ciri and Yennefer stopped them from punching Eddard in the muzzle, "calm down."
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Beware of the wild dragon, careful the dragon is free your own fault when you start that shit
Aerys, Rhaegar and Rhaella jumped up from their chairs and roared like wild dragons,"Get out. Run to Robert Baratheon and snitch you're good at it. If you're good at one thing, it's snitching.
Commander Hightower, Ser Thorne, Ser Dayne, Ser Selmy, Ser Martell, throw Eddard Stark out of King's Landing", Aerys, Rhaella and Rhaegar jumped up and roared across the room like wild dragons that Eddard flinched even Rhaenys, Elia, Lyanna, Daenerys, Ciri, Jon, Geralt and Yennefer's knees wobbled at the roar of dragons and the people cheered and applauded.
Aerys, Rhaegar, Elia, Lyanna and Rhaella glared at Eddard, "careful Lord Stark."
The roar pounded the room like a thunderbolt, "Get out of our city or you're a dead man. Leave the girls alone or you're a dead man count on it then you can watch the flowers sprout from below", Lyanna, Ciri, Dany, Triss, Rhaella and Elia smiled, "So strong."
Lewyn Martell, Alliser Thorne, Barristan Selmy, Gerold Hightower and Arthur Dayne grabbed Eddard Stark.
Verily I say unto you, the era of the sword and axe is nigh, the era of the wolf's blizzard. The Time of the White Chill and the White Light is nigh, the Time of Madness and the Time of Contempt: Tedd Deireádh, the Time of End. The world will die amidst frost and be reborn with the new sun. It will be reborn of Elder Blood, of Hen Ichaer, of the seed that has been sown. A seed which will not sprout but burst into flame.
• Prelude to World War, Prologue to World War •
War Culprits Eddard Stark, Emhyr var Emreis, Jon Arryn, Hoster Tully, Robert Baratheon and Tywin Lannister
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Attack on Jon and Geralt north of the wall by paid Baratheon soldiers.
House Baratheon declares war on Aedirn
Attack on Yennefer, Rhaenys and Ciri in the Riverlands by mercenaries.
Attack on Daenerys Targaryen by Baratheon Knights in Essos
Attack on Yennefer of Vengerberg, Ciri, Daenerys Targaryen, Jon Targaryen, Geralt of Rivia and Rhaenys Targaryen, Ciri's girlfriend, through Baratheon soldiers on the orders of Robert Baratheon, attack on Dignity, Equality and Freedom through Eddard Stark, Misogyny against Yennefer, Rhaenys and Triss, Fiancee of Daario Merigold-Naharis by Eddard Stark. Misogyny against Yennefer, Daenerys, Ciri, and Triss by Eddard Stark, Robert Baratheon, Jon Arryn, and Hoster Tully: Triss Merigold-Naharis and the Circle of Sorceresses vs. Eddard Stark. Eddard Stark calls Triss Merigold, Daenerys Stormborn, Rhaenys Targaryen, Ciri and Yennefer of Vengerberg vicious witches.
Eddard Stark, Jon Arryn, Hoster Tully and Robert Baratheon threaten Essos, Dorne, the Crownlands, Aedirn, Cintra, Kaedwen, Nilfgaard, Temeria, Redania to deprive of liberty: Outbreak of World War•
"Lord Stark you bring World War you and Robert Baratheon. Yennefer has already destroyed you Lord Stark. You bring open war across worlds Lord Stark. Once you step out of the capital, you're a dead man for your mistakes. You don't understand you can't go to Winterfell. Yennefer is innocent you made too many mistakes", said Daenerys, Lyanna, Jon, Rhaegar, Aerys, Arthur Dayne, Oberyn, Aegon, Rhaenys, Elia, Ciri, Triss and Tissaia.
Yennefer laughed aloud.
"I will not watch a power imbalance develop because you make yourself more important than Lyanna, Daenerys, Elia, Rhaegar, Geralt, Ciri, Jon, Rhaenys and me. Do you actually know what kind of damage a power imbalance can do? Power imbalance causes foundations of continents to crumble. Everyone is replaceable Lord Stark you too Motherfucker!
I won't let anyone humiliate me or Daenerys and disempower! I like it when men like you beg Lord Stark. I will not be humiliated by you, Tywin Lannister, Robert Baratheon, Jon Arryn, Hoster Tully, Boltons, mercenaries or any barbarian before I will play basketball with your miserable life before that happens I wipe the floor with you. Ciri never lets herself be humiliated. Before I'm disempowered, I'll unleash pitch black magic. and take away from you every basis of life, careful what you wish Lord Stark it might come true and then you are ruined. I once created a magical orgy, do you know what the secret was? The people in this room wanted this orgy, they were hypocrites and liars like you, Robert Baratheon or Tywin Lannister", said Yennefer and Lyanna, Geralt, Daenerys, Elia, Ciri, Jon, Rhaegar, Aerys, Rhaella and the People applauded loudly.
I have disempowered you Lord Stark, you should never have had power. You have abused power and committed high-treason. As soon as you step out of the capital, you're dead. Once you leave King's Landing you're a dead man, I see where you will die. I want to tell you that you are a very terrible person, I have even worse words in mind for you. I loathe you with all my heart, many who live deserve to die and many who die deserve to live. You and Robert Baratheon deserve to die. I am one of your countless enemies.
You can't go to Winterfell. You lack sincerity Lord Stark. Do you actually know what sincerity is? Honesty and sincerity this is not the same. Have you ever used the word honor before? Admitting and owning up to your imperfections and ignorance, King's Landing was built by House Targaryen and not through Northerners, asshole!
Your legacy is a lie Lord Stark. The rebellion is a lie. I've seen People like you and I don't even remember the names, do you know what happened to them, they ended up alone because nobody wanted anything to do with it anymore and you are alone. I don't watch Geralt suffer.
When Daenerys, Lyanna or Elia are evil then so are Geralt, Triss, Rhaenys, Ciri, Arianne Martell, Ashara Dayne, Allyria Dayne, Olenna Tyrell, Margaery Tyrell, Rhaegar, Aegon, Jon, Barristan Selmy, Arthur Dayne and I. The true villain is Robert Baratheon. When Rhaegar, Lyanna and Elia deserve to die, we all deserve it too. Daenerys, Ciri and I belong to Geralt and Jon. When I deserve death, then Sansa Stark deserves it too", said Yennefer and the People applauded loudly.
I'm not watching Daenerys and Jon fight because you stand at Robert Baratheon's side Lord Stark. Daenerys is good the way she is. Jon, Rhaenys and Aegon would have been dead for your support for Robert Baratheon. Jon is more like Rhaegar than he knows, King's Landing is Jon's home. Rhaenys and Daenerys are more like Rhaegar than they know. Aegon is similar to Lyanna and Elia", said Yennefer and Lyanna, Rhaenys, Ciri, Geralt, Elia, Jon, Rhaegar and Daenerys nodded.
"You have lost Lord Stark and because of you Lord Stark there will be a world war. Thank you for nothing Lord Eddard Stark. I hated you at first sight, everyone is replaceable Lord Stark, everyone, you are not needed Lord Stark. Aegon, Jon and Geralt are brothers. Ciri and I are not watching Calanthe's Kingdom suffer from you, Jon Arryn, Hoster Tully and Robert Baratheon. I'm not watching Vengerberg suffer. I'm not watching the fall of Kaer Morhen", said Yennefer in heavy Aedirn accent like a snake.
"Jaime, Joffrey, Tommen, Myrcella and Cersei Lannister said it: realms, kingdoms, two worlds are at war because of you and Robert Baratheon. Jaime Lannister and Olenna Tyrell said it: you and Robert Baratheon brought civil war. You're the culprit you are a warmonger like Robert Baratheon.
Daenerys is my sister we are far too alike, Daenerys and I are one person, Geralt and Jon are one person. Daenerys and I could be sisters, Geralt and Jon could be brothers.
You Lord Stark will end up alone like Robert Baratheon, Tywin Lannister, Euron Greyjoy, Jon Arryn, your brother Brandon, Benjen and father Rickard, Hoster Tully. Jon's and my relationship is none of your business and I'll tell you something, Geralt, Jon, Ciri, Daenerys and I wish you dead.
I will not watch Geralt, Jon and Aegon clash because Robert Baratheon was a warmonger. I will always love Geralt for what he did; I will always love Jon for what he has done. Daenerys will always love Geralt for what he has done; Daenerys will always love Jon for what he did. Geralt and Jon belong to Daenerys, Ciri and me. We belong to them. Daenerys is a good woman, anyone who says otherwise is lying or manipulating", said Yennefer and spat in Eddard's face and Elia, Jon, Ciri, Rhaegar, Geralt, Aerys, Triss and Lyanna nodded and Daenerys and Jon hugged each other. Jon and Daenerys hugged each other, "i'm sorry."
Yennefer wanted to do drugs but Daenerys, Ciri, Geralt and Jon stopped her. Arianne, Allyria, Daenerys, Rhaegar, Ashara, Elia and Lyanna threw the drugs away, "this shit should never have been invented. Away with that shit. No honey", Yennefer cried loudly in Jon's arms.
"It's ok."
Daenerys stopped Yennefer. Geralt and Yennefer hugged, "I'm sorry."
"It's OK."
"Now hug each other and talk to each other. We five need to talk", said Ciri and Yennefer, Jon, Geralt and Daenerys nodded.
"I don't fuck losers like you", said Yennefer and Triss, "Haven't you sprayed down in the stinky fish from Riverrun enough times you have five children you little bunch of shit and your, Emhyr var Emreis, Jon Arryn, Robert Baratheon, Hoster Tully and Tywin Lannister's cum isn't needed pillow fucker, you're worth nothing you puny creatures are good for nothing", said Yennefer, Oberyn, Lyanna, Elia, Ciri and Triss and the People applauded loudly and Eddard started crying and everyone laughed aloud over Eddard, "Insult Triss and I'll punch you in the face. Call her a whore again and I'll beat you up", Daario yelled half-mad but Rhaegar, Jon and Geralt stopped him.
"I promise you one thing Lord Stark, I'll raze Winterfell to the ground, Yennefer and I should have done it much sooner. I should have leveled it the first time I saw it with the shit that's coming out your snout. Pull yourself together or we'll capture you if you ever come back to King's Landing", said Triss and Geralt, "You are no better than Ciri's biological father, Emhyr var Emreis, who blames others first who always blamed Ciri's grandmother Calanthe and her mother Pavetta while he was the one who brought war. As soon as you open your ugly snout, all that comes out is bullshit, hypocrisy, manipulation and lies you little bunch of shit. Shut up asshole, the one who cuts off boys' heads on the executioner's block and you call it honor chopping off boys' turnips in the name of Robert Baratheon. If you have no idea about anything Lord Stark you should shut up. You and your misogynistic friend that you want to fuck in the ass in your hypocritical honor you little motherfucker", said Triss and Jaskier, "You, Jon Arryn, Tywin Lannister and the three Baratheon brothers are no better than Nilfgaard's smelly bastard Emhyr var Emreis who lets children be killed in the cradle because infanticide moves mountains you hypocritical child killers, you stinking war criminals dividing continents in civil war and massacre cities. I'll punch you in the muzzle when you don't shut up", said Yennefer, Barristan Selmy, Ashara Dayne, Gerold Hightower, Oberyn, Aegon, Arthur Dayne, Jaskier, Triss, Tissaia, Rhaenys, Jon, Geralt, Rhaegar, Lyanna, Elia, Daenerys, Ciri and the People in the room applauded loudly, Eddard didn't say a word.
An epic clash: Daenerys Targaryen vs. Emhyr var Emreis, Ciri's biological father and killer of Pavetta.
Infanticide / The attack on equality and freedom / Political Marriages / Fear / Warmongering / Manipulation / Lies / Corruption / Usurpation / Abuse of Power / Misogyny / High-Treason / The sale of own daughters and sisters / The Lack of Sincerity / Hypocritical Honor / Civil War / War criminals / Hypocrisy: Two sisters Yennefer and Daenerys vs. The hypocrite from Winterfell: He's no better than Emhyr var Emreis
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"It's a wonder Elia, Jon, Lyanna, Rhaenys, Daenerys, Aegon or Rhaegar haven't gone mad over pigs like you I would have lost my mind long ago at the bullshit you spew. But I know why, they created a kingdom according to their own ideas and wishes the Crownlands and Dorne are better than the rest of Westeros. Get out there and die because I'm two sizes too big for you, believe me Ciri, Daenerys, Geralt, Jon and I will outlive Sansa. I'm way too smart for you, Sansa, Cersei, or Lysa Arryn I'm way too strong in power or politics.
You made yourself a god when you backed Robert Baratheon you have summoned open war. You had the choice to end it with Robert Baratheon, several warned you, I warned you not to use hypocritical honor, corruption and abuse of power. Try again and I'll make you the laughing stock of the continent. I always win Lord Stark, I'm way too smart for you it's not my fault you're going to die now i'm innocent, it's your own fault. Farewell Lord Stark. May your head always roll well. Whoever starts a feud with me and my daughter will regret it. I won't let a lying, hypocritical dick disempower me. You should never have had power. Feud is over and you lost. You, Robert Baratheon and Tywin Lannister will burn in hell. I only see one bastard here and that's you Lord Eddard Stark. Yennefer Vengerberg-Targaryen sends her regards Lord Stark, you can greet Emhyr var Emreis from me, Jon, Ciri, Triss, Jaskier, Tissaia, Daenerys and Geralt when you, Robert Baratheon and Tywin Lannister see him in...HELL. TO HELL WITH YOU CUNTS THAT'S WHERE YOU BELONG", said Yennefer in heavy Aedirn accent and Eddard Stark cried and walked away alone and everyone laughed aloud over Eddard as he went away.
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"This woman wiped the floor with me. I am disempowered. Fuck I shouldn't have messed with her, that went haywire. Damn it. Jon's fiancée completely exposed and destroyed me for my mistakes, that will doom the North forever because of my mistakes", thought Eddard Stark as he rode to Storm's End.
"War criminal, high-traitor. This is open war with open visors. You brought open war upon worlds Lord Stark. Out of King's Landing. I banish you, your brothers, your children, Jon Arryn, Lysa and Robin Arryn, Stannis and Renly Baratheon, Peter Baelish, Yohn Royce, Robin Arryn, the King in the North Robb Stark, Hoster Tully, Howland Reed, Catelyn Tully from the Crownlands forever, should you come back you will be hanged for Betrayal of Elia Martell, Lyanna Stark and Rhaegar Targaryen. The North will never again sit in political councils, the North will never again receive goods from the South, and the port of White Harbor will be blockaded", said Yennefer as Eddard left the Red Keep and Arthur Dayne, Jon, Geralt, Ciri, Lyanna, Elia, Ashara, Rhaegar, Barristan Selmy and Gerold Hightower nodded.
"Ah Rickard Stark and his three lying sons, lame in spirit and quick to anger when something doesn't suit them.
Do you actually know Lord Stark what that means: Love is sweet but it cannot change a man's nature. It means in other words Robert Baratheon gives all sorts of venereal diseases. Elia, Lyanna, Cersei and Ashara are smart enough to see it", said Yennefer and Ashara and Elia, Ciri, Jon, Geralt and Lyanna nodded.
"As I said, with puny creatures like you, I wipe the floor without making an effort. Elia, Lyanna, Rhaenys, Daenerys, Aegon, Jon, Rhaegar, Geralt, Ciri, Ashara and I play games with you all you will never get there, no one can see through it. You are a terrible person do you actually know that, your lies, manipulation and hypocrisy stinking like pig shit. You call me a power-hungry witch but put on a stupid, ugly, astonished face when I roll your hypocritical manipulation in your muzzle. Do you actually know what you are Lord Stark? You are a high-traitor to Elia, Lyanna and Rhaegar that's why you die you're a high-traitor at your own blood, that's your own fault people are dying because of you and Robert Baratheon. You two divided the continent in civil war, your legacy means nothing Lord Stark I will erase the name Eddard Stark forever. It's over, the debt for your part in the rebellion is paid. You were king in the north because of Lyanna, Elia and Rhaegar and you were a mangy king. The kingdoms have Independence because of Rhaegar, Elia and Lyanna.
Everyone sees that Eddard Stark was never honorable and has a tremendous dark side I will wipe out you, your lying brothers Benjen and Brandon and stinking father Rickard for what you have done.
I warned you several times and you didn't hear, I told you. It's your fault alone surprise motherfucker when you suddenly have to realize that the legacy is worth nothing for the own bullshit you have mortified. I see what's at the end I know exactly where this is going in the independent kingdoms and I'd love to see that, you have nothing to do with it. Elia, Lyanna, Rhaegar, Jon, Geralt, Ciri, Daenerys, Rhaenys and I know what's in the end and that's a long way off. You're not as smart as you think you are, I'm smarter than you, Sansa, Robb, Cersei or Catelyn.
Karma is a bitch Lord Stark. Karma fucks everyone motherfucker. Karma believes in you. You should have thought about who you were messing with beforehand. High-traitor at Elia, Lyanna and Rhaegar. High-traitor at the own Blood. Your death means nothing your insight comes a little too late. Like I said, you should have written a book on corruption for licking Robert Baratheon's boots: A long night in the ass of a heartless monster of Storm's End. Farewell Lord Stark, you, Robert Baratheon and Tywin Lannister will burn in hell for what you have done. Burn in hell! Next up is Jon Arryn, the Littlefucker Baelish and your lying brother Brandon."
Culprits: Eddard Stark, Tywin Lannister and Robert Baratheon
House Lannister declares war the North. The North declares war on House Lannister and Baratheon. House Greyjoy declares war on the North. The death of Robert Baratheon: Storm King Robert Baratheon inflicts defeat on Tywin Lannister but is wounded against the better Lannister armies and dies by a boar, no political consequences. The Death of Tywin Lannister through Tyrion Lannister after the defeat against Robert Baratheon, no political consequences
Yennefer sat on Jon's lap and wrapped her arms around his neck, "let's go to Vengerberg for a while with Ghost, we have something to do. Ciri and Rhaenys are busy on Dragonstone for some months and Dany and Geralt are going to Essos for a few weeks. We can do so much", Jon smiled and nodded, "Sounds good."
The death of Emhyr var Emreis in Nilfgaard, dissolution of the Nilfgaard Empire
Dorne, the Crownlands, Aedirn, Essos, Cintra, Temeria come very close to the north. Yennefer mops the floor with Eddard Stark. Yennefer's disgust and hatred of Eddard Stark. Yennefer of Vengerberg exposes Eddard Stark's hypocrisy and lies: "It's all hypocrisy and lies, it's not honor, it's just manipulation. That's a hypocritical pig. I hate him so much. He started it, he started the feud with me, he wants war with me, I'm innocent. He wants war with me then I will let him die", said Yennefer and Ciri, Jon, Geralt and Daenerys nodded.
"You should write a book about corruption Lord Stark how does that sound to your ears while kissing a heartless Usurper's ass that would definitely be the absolute hit I can already see the title in front of me: The Long Night in Robert Baratheon's Ass, I think I'll pass that on to the citadel then you can set yourself up for war with Oldtown and I'll let you die between Lannisters and Baratheons. Hypocritical, lying pack get out of my sight motherfucker, this game is too big for you I wipe the floor with puny fellows like you who cut boys' heads off on the block and call it honor, hypocritical asshole. I give you my word, I will destroy you. Out of King's Landing and rat it out to Robert Baratheon you're good at ratting. I have too much political reach and am politically too powerful and stable. Oh one more thing you gotta protect me I'm your sister's daughter in law if you don't you'll be guilty of warmongering so be careful what you do", said Yennefer in heavy Aedirn accent from the table where the Iron Throne once stood.
Lyanna, Ciri, Aerys, Rhaenys, Rhaella, Elia, Ashara and Rhaegar fell off their chairs laughing, Geralt, Aegon, Jon choked on beer and laughed aloud, the people in the room laughed aloud over Eddard. Eddard didn't make a meter, "i don't protect you", Yennefer smiled, "oh ok then the north will never sit in political councils again, your fault. Ok then I'll have you captured when you come to the Crownlands again because then it's a declaration of war. This is politics and power Lord Stark! You think you're clever, i'm smarter. You messed with me, not the other way around! Jon, Geralt, take the sword from Lord Stark. Ciri, Daenerys and I wipe the floor with puny creatures like you."
Geralt, Jon and Ciri took Eddard's sword away. Lyanna, Elia and Rhaegar jumped up and roared loudly that Eddard flinched, "Out", Aegon, Viserys, Aerys, Jon, Arthur Dayne, Barristan Selmy, Gerold Hightower and Geralt jumped up and Eddard walked away alone and everyone laughed aloud. Rhaegar, Lyanna, Elia and Vesemir hugged the five, "we are very proud of how you do all this and how successful you are", Geralt, Jon, Yennefer, Daenerys and Ciri smiled, "thanks."
I didn't want to be a fighter i just wanted to be free. I didn't make mistakes, the Iron Throne is destroyed, the kingdoms have Independence, only we write world history. It's the fault of Tywin Lannister, Emhyr var Emreis, Eddard Stark and Robert Baratheon when the sky crushes down on them, they brought madness, stupidity and civil war. We are the semblance of the last, mightiest alliance, we're equal. We're the Gatekeeper of an endless war, we're the Weapon and the Key, and what are you? Yeah what are you? Yeah what are you. We're the best. We always win, we are the most powerful and the smartest. We're the strongest side. We wash our hands in innocence
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"What you could have, this alliance, something more, balance, something powerful and epic": Freida Pinto as Elia Martell, Kaya Scodelario as Allyria Dayne, Anya Chalotra as Yennefer of Vengerberg, Freya Allan as Ciri Vengerberg, Emily Ratajkowski as Arianne Martell, Henry Cavill as Geralt of Rivia, Aisling Franciosi as Lyanna Stark, Wilf Scolding as Rhaegar Targaryen, Jason Isaacs as Aerys Targaryen, Diane Kruger as Rhaella Targaryen, Emilia Clarke as Daenerys Targaryen, Eddie Eyrie as Gerold Hightower, Luke Roberts as Arthur Dayne, Stanley Weber as Barristan Selmy, Katie Mcgrath as Ashara Dayne, Kit Harington as Jon Targaryen, Bruna Marquezine as Rhaenys Targaryen, Jamie Campbell Bower as Aegon Targaryen, Harry Lloyd as Viserys Targaryen
"I was born a fighter, gatekeeper of an endless war where Justice and Revenge are dishes best served warm. Where the lines between right and wrong don't exist anymore. I'm judge, jury, executioner. I'm the weapon that hands out the sentence: I'm the Last thing you'll ever see. But I didn't want to be a fighter, i just wanted to be free."
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nevis-the-skeleton · 2 years
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The story of Skyfire (TFP, The Polar Star)
Skyfire is a sweet and shy robot, sometimes much too nice. He has a bad habit of being manipulated by others, being much too soft and reserved to fight back. His desire not to disturb handicap him most of the time. He has a cruel lack of self-confidence, sometimes pushing him to moments of depression. Starscream is the one who helps him up, always being there with him no matter what.
“Honestly, I never really had confidence in myself… But, when Star was there… I felt like I could do anything… He was always there to support me…”
Skyfire is a shuttle where his Spark landed in Iacon, after exiting the All-Spark Well. Being a strong and particularly healthy Sparkling, he was immediately adopted by a Creator. His Creator was rather stern, but still lovely with him.
It didn't take long for Skyfire to feel he was able to sense the emotions of the other Sparklings around him. Unfortunately, not really controlling his Capacity at that time, he felt all the emotions of the others around him... This sometimes led him to cry with the one who was sad or had hurt himself, because he felt the negative emotion in his Spark.
Some Sparklings were quick to notice this, and began having fun making him feel negative emotions, hurting others around him. In doing so, all of the children gradually distanced themselves from Skyfire, not wanting to be the target of the bullies.
Skyfire found himself more and more isolated, and his rather jovial and gentle character, became more and more reserved… This especially pushed him to have an aversion for his own Capacity, and to think of all possible ways to get rid of it. It was then that he became interested in science, to find a way to "solve his problem".
Continuing to be bullied by others, including those he previously considered as friends, Skyfire finally had enough, and that's when he discovered the dark side of his Capacity. His anger reverberated through the Sparks of his bullies, with some even finding themselves deeply traumatized. He have been expelled from his school, and had to return to another establishment.
Instead of viewing this situation as unfair, Skyfire ends up thinking it was all his fault. His hatred for his Capacity grew, but failing to find a solution to his "problem", Skyfire made his first attempt of suicide. His Creator did not abandon him, however, and continued to support him, while seeking a solution with him.
Skyfire was placed in a psychiatric facility to recuperate, and his Creator visited him daily. Skyfire discovered a strangely much healthier and more stable world in the asylum. They helped him to control his Capacity as much as possible, and they named it: the Capacity "Empathy".
He encountered broken or very sick robots, and was appalled that no one was doing anything for them. He met a scientist, named Silverbolt, who studied the planet of Cybertron, and often came to visit one of the patients. Skyfire sometimes chatted with him, but he couldn't quite remember when they started talking.
Skyfire began to have a genuine admiration for this scientist, who always encouraged him to accept himself, and do what he really wanted to do. That's when Skyfire realized he wanted to advance science.
He enrolled in the Academy of Iacon, and passed the entrance exam without any problem. His Creator was rather reluctant at first, not wanting his Sparkling to go through the same thing that at school, especially since a shuttle would hardly be welcome at a science academy, being more for transportation. But, seeing Skyfire's determination, he didn't insist.
Skyfire doesn't really fit in, sensing the judgments of others around him. Sometimes even receiving direct remarks that he shouldn't be here. The week of integration was not the best he had known, but he did not give up.
The first day of class, he have been locked in a room by other students, and not wanting to break the door, he was rather stuck… Skyfire simply called for help, but got no answer. Starting to think he really shouldn't have come... The door finally opened, and that day he met a little jet, who clearly didn't belong at Iacon Academy either : Starscream. 
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equalseleventhirds · 3 years
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If it helps, I don't think it's the idea of Martin being manipulative in general that's evil. In canon it's pointed out a lot that he has that trait, but he also uses it to do things like letting people have a brief respite within fear domains. Probably him being an Avatar for the Web would have been that but on a bigger scale. So, betraying and manipulating a corrupted Jon for the sake of saving the lives of people in the apocalypse. Or something, idk.
sorta? idk i may just be unclear on the q&a, but jonny and alex talk abt how fandom wasn’t receiving martin’s pettiness & manipulation, and so making him web at the end would land wrong and make ppl think he’d been lying & evil the whole time (which i read as implying they... did not intend for him to be lying & evil the whole time, just at the very end, but thought fandom would think that based on his minor manipulations culminating in him being taken over by spiders)
which is still not a. happy implication, for me. it’s nice that jonny & alex maybe would not have intended it that way, but i’m saddened by the fact that a huge chunk of fandom WOULD have taken it that way (just look at all the ‘martin’s secretly evil’ stuff that went on during s5), and that jonny and alex didn’t see this as an issue they could rectify by making martin’s pettiness/manipulation come across more clearly in canon
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buckybarnesdiaries · 3 years
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a place called home
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© credits to the author, i found it on google. if you own it, send me a message to add your @.
bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.
Request by @dora-wolfram-blog: Hi <3 so happy to see your requests are open! How about ex Avenger reader who can manipulate the forces of nature and she comes to help Sam? (Idk maybe calling fish from the sea so his family can sell and earn enough money for the boat?) There she meets Bucky who she briefly met after endgame and they get to know each other? Domestic stuff is my weak spot so thank you so much luv u <3
word count: 1.206 words.
warnings/tags: none. bucky being a gentleman and sam a pain in the ass as always.
author notes: none of my stories contain reader’s body descriptions to be inclusive.
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Saying that Bucky and you were friends wasn’t something exactly. You fought together a couple of times before you retired from superhero life. Like many of them, the war had finished and you chose calm over being a private agent. More or less like the ex-soldier, with the difference that he went to New York and you didn’t be able to find a home until Sam made you a call. He was quite the opposite of Bucky for you, connecting since the very first second you met. After he told you about his sister’s financial trouble, he offered you a roof to sleep under in exchange for your powers to control the tide and promote the movement of fish stocks. Of course, it was a hit, and you finally found peace in Delacroix. A celebration was inevitable, it was part of Wilsons’ DNA, but you weren’t expecting Bucky to show up with Sam; although he told you in your last call that they were working together. Or something like that.
As soon as your eyes laid on him among the crowd, you knew he had changed after more than six months without seeing each other. You couldn't help but feel happy for Bucky when you saw him smiling for the first time. He had a beautiful and innocent smile, seeming like a new man. Renovated, with want to live, enjoying playing with kids and talking to old men about war stories.
You had placed your back against an oak column, away from the crowd but close enough to check on everyone, in case they need help with anything. A beer was resting against your lips, doubting on continuing drinking, lost in your thoughts. There was something about Bucky going from one side to another, laughing unworried, that had fully captivated your attention. You weren't able to stop looking at him, chuckling when you saw one of Sam's nieces putting a magnet with the form of a crab on his left arm.
“I have that teen-in-love's face on camera”.
You frowned at Redwing some inches away from your face. As a response, you tried to slap it down. But your friend was faster than you controlling that thing.
“He looks good, uh?”
“Oh, shut up…” You replied by clicking your tongue and rolling your eyes, having a sip from your drink to put your eyes away to the sea.
“He asked if you'd be here… Just saying”.
“Shut up, Samuel!” You implored, rubbing the bridge of your nose.
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As the night went on and the guests started to leave, Sarah asked you to take Jim and Jody home while she stayed there cleaning with his brother about the business. You were exhausted too, and she noticed it. And after saying your goodbyes, you headed to the parking where your car was stationed, carrying the younger Wilson onto your arms —peacefully sleeping— as his big brother was yawning loudly. At that point, you realized that it was going to be a tough mission to put them in the car.
“Wait! Lemme help”.
The male voice coming from behind you made you turn around and before you could react, Bucky was taking Jody from your arms to his. You smirked softly in response, looking for the key in the right pocket of your jacket to unlock the car. The soldier tucked the younger in the back seat, placing the belt around him as Jim occupied the other side of the SUV.
“It's been good to see you”. You said after closing the door, staying outside in front of him.
“Same”. He replied, not knowing what else to say.
Puckering your lips and clapping the key on your palm, you nodded with your chin, feeling the nerves running through your veins. “Good night, Bucky”.
“Good night, (Y/N)”.
You gave him your back, sighing inappreciably, to open the pilot's place and came in.
“He— Hey, wait”.
“Uh?”
“Sam told me… you were tired. I might give you a ride back home. I can wait for him there”. The offering made you glance towards him, already sitting in your car but with a leg rest on the ground. “If you want, I mean…”
Of course he did (...). That son of a bitch had the audacity to push you onto the other. You bit your inner cheek, landing your eyes on the wheel. Yes, you were tired. You woke up at five to sail with Sarah, then you organized the party and cooked for it. You hadn't had a single second of rest during the whole day. And Sam took advantage of it, feeling like he was some kind of Cupido. And you had to recognize that it was also very considerate coming from Bucky.
“I'd appreciate it… actually”. You ended up agreeing, stepping out to give him the keys and ceding your seat.
The ride was silent between the two of you, hearing some quiet indie music playing on the radio while you fought against your brain to stay awake. Luckily, it didn't take him too long to reach Sarah's house —although you were barely keeping your eyes open at this point. Again, he helped you with the kids, walking indoors and following you to their respective rooms. You tucked Jim and Jody on their beds, making sure they were comfy before placing a kiss on their foreheads and wishing them a good night. Bucky had rested his back against the wall, in front of the elder’s room, just waiting for you. And you could swear that you saw him briefly smirking because of the tenderness in your actions.
After closing the last door, you waved your head to urge him to follow you downstairs to the living room. With an exhausted sigh escaping your lips, you let your body fall on the sofa, curling on a side of it to give Bucky some space. You couldn’t help but yawn, turning on the TV by using the control remote.
“It’s good to have a home to come back”.
“Yeah… After all the shitty situations we’ve been through… We deserved a rest, don’t you think?” You replied grabbing a cushion from the floor, using it as a pillow over the armrest. “Sorry, I… I’m deadly tired…”
“Come here, that will hurt when you wake up”.
Bucky didn’t hesitate on beckoning to his arms, taking off his boots heel against heel to place both legs over the coffee table. You didn’t resist, knowing it would be comfier by his way. Sitting up, you lied to the opposite side, being wrapped instantly and snuggled against his warm body. Shameless, you rest your head on his right forearm, practically laying over his lap. But you felt good. You felt like it was a good reward after a long day, rolling down your eyelids and focusing on the caresses in your hair you didn’t know you needed.
For a moment, your mind wandered and fantasized about this last hour being part of your real life. Putting your kids to sleep and then cuddle with your husband till falling asleep. Smell Bucky’s strong and edgy scent. Your hands scratching his back. His fingertips stroking your scalp. Your legs laced (...)
Oh, God, Sam. What did you do?
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Hi :) I had an idea and was wondering what your thoughts would be on it. Imagine if anakin never turned to the dark side and padme still lived and now they are raising Luke and leis together. So, anakin is given a dangerous mission and leaves for it with obi-wan and Luke wants to be a Jedi as well but is not allowed because it’s too dangerous but he wants to prove himself. So, he sneaks aboard anakin’s ship and finds himself in the middle of the dangerous mission and anakin is shocked and horrified and the entire mission was a mess. They then get home and anakin gives out a punishment just like Vader (*cough* spanking)
Hold onto your ass anon.
TW: Spanking, parental discipline, slight possessiveness.
Anakin had sworn off dangerous missions the day Obi-Wan saved him. (Granted he had to have the shit kicked out of him for him to see Palpatine was manipulating him and that Padme was fine and needed her husband, but Obi-Wan promised to always be there to kick Anakin in the ass should he need it.) He was a father now and he had to be there for Padme and the baby--wait, BABIES?
"Two babies! More than one! two, Padme, two!" Anakin sobbed happily, holding his newborn daughter and son to him as he gushed about how small they were. Padme can only look on with a tired smile. He's made up his mind. He'll be on The Council, but he won't take anything dangerous. Nope. Nada.
It's shortly after the twin's 13th birthday does Obi-Wan give him grave news. A Sith relic was found and needs to be destroyed. He cannot do it alone. Anakin thinks for a while. The twins are grown, Padme is safe. He would do this one mission. ONE. To keep the balance of The Force.
When he tells the family he's needed elsewhere, Luke is adamant he goes too. "Please, Father, I'm learning the ways of the Jedi, can't I go too? I'll stay on the ship, I promise!" He's begged and begged. Anakin has told him no so many times he's lost count and even bargained with the boy that if he stayed put he'd take him on a mission of his own for meditation.
Luke groaned. That sounded lame! His Master, Ahsoka, had kept him in the meditative lessons for over a year now. He wanted to do more than that.
All he had to do was prove to his father that he could handle himself. That's what motivated Luke to sneak out just after being put to bed the night his father had to leave. They would be taking Anakin's Star Fighter ship so there were plenty of places to hide. He found a small closet he could slip into and remained quiet as he heard the engine start.
How long they had been flying or where they had landed was unknown to Luke as he had fallen asleep. He felt so adventurous when he realized that they had landed on Dathomir. He'd fight bad guys with Uncle Obi-Wan and his father, finally! Luke felt how dangerous this planet was, The force was warning him to stay on the ship, but his will to help overpowered this.
And that's how he got pinned by a Nightsister ready to slain him before Anakin saved him.
Aside from checking his son over for injuries (thankfully nothing more than bad scrapes and a few bruises) and holding him for a good long moment did it erupt. Oh the fury his father let off in quiet anger.
"You deliberately disobeyed me." Anakin seethed, keeping Luke still on his lap in the boy's bedroom where he would not be leaving for the next two weeks and Luke was put on suicide watch. He's not allowed to leave his room, a doctor checks up on his each day and he's to see a behavioral therapist twice a week.
The punishment was deemed rather harsh even by Jedi standards and Padme had first argued with Anakin's idea until he pointed out why else would their child run off to a dangerous planet and almost get himself killed? Padme just cries, holding her son close. She was so frightened she was trembling. Luke tired to argue that he didn't know they'd be going to Dathomir, but it wasn't a strong argument enough to stop the routine spanking Anakin enforced onto him.
Each night Luke would be given a bath and put to bed early before the routine started. It was humiliating, he was 13, not 3! and yet Anakin ignored him. The brother gives a desprate look to his sister who can only shrug at him. Like Anakin would listen to her. He'd just ruffle her hair and tell her to be his good princess and get on with her lessons.
No one can help him out of this one.
Luke sobbed each time a blow was given to his sore bottom. He was so small and frail compared to Anakin in his lap. It broke the father's heart to hear his son's cries. But the horrible memory of seeing a night sister ready a final strike on his only son was sending him into a frenzy.
"Ow, stop it hurts!" Luke cries.
The sound of tender flesh smacking filled the room. His bottom is dark red and his thighs are pink. He'll need some ointment before he'd dressed for bed, Anakin notes to himself. Bellow him, Luke promises he will never do anything so stupid ever again and how he's so, so sorry for worrying his mother and father.
Anakin knows he's sorry. But he's sticking to his guns. The usual round of forty spanks is given and they never get easier.
"Ten more days, child. And then this will all be over, rest now." Anakin tenderly tucks Luke, sniffling and yawning into bed. Safe and sound, where he belonged.
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rogue-durin-16 · 3 years
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STICK TOGETHER
Summary: When Fred finds out Y/n is planning on leaving the Wizarding World, he canalizes his feelings in the worst way possible, which leads to a terrible outcome that seems unfixable.
Pairing: Fred Weasley x Slytherin!Reader
Genre: angst
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Warnings: swearing
A/N: @meph1stophelian is here putting pressure on me to post this already so I'm apologizing for the poorly written ending lmaoo enjoy <3
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"Fred, calm down." George begged me; he walked by my side, trying to talk some sense into me, but it was not the moment. "You gotta understand her— throwing a fit isn't going to help anyone—" I didn't even look in my twin's direction while he spoke. "Bloody hell, Fred—"
"Y/n!" I quickened my pace, leaving George behind after spotting her in one of the corridors, having a chat with a couple of Ravenclaws. "Can I have a word?"
"Sure— Oi!" I hadn't waited for her to reply before grabbing her hand and snatching her away to pull her into the nearest broom closet. "What was that about?"
"Tell me I heard Katie wrong and you're not actually leaving."
"I can't tell you that." She plainly responded, her voice steady.
A single, gobsmacked snide left my throat. "You're joking, right?" My heart ached as if it was being constricted when she shook her head no. "So you're fleeing?"
"What?"
"Things are getting ugly so you're running away."
Her eyes dug into mines as she stayed in a very uncomfortable silence before replying with. "So what if I am?" When I averted my eyes from hers, she called my name. Her eyes were somewhat softer now, with a gleam of plea in them. "For the last two years we had nothing but tragedy. Diggory died, You-Know-Who is back and recruiting, the ministry is full on going against a teenager, this pink colored nasty toad is physically abusing us, and on top of that, I have to put up with my housemates' bullshit for having muggle blood— I'm tired!" Her voice had raised a bit, enough for me to know she was struggling to keep it at bay, but still managed to. "If I can have a life out of this then—"
"You're a coward."
"Fred." there was a warning on her tone, but I couldn't listen.
"You're leaving... people behind," she attempted to reason; I didn't let her. "Dunno why I'm surprised, really. At the end of the day you're a Slytherin for a reason."
Her eyes started to well up, and I couldn't tell if it was with anguish or fury. I knew I was getting under her skin, but that was exactly what I intended to do; if I was going to leave that room scarred, so would she.
"Self-preservation, you call it." I scoffed, feeling my own rage building up faster each passing second. "Pure cowardy."
"Is that what you think?" Her tone wasn't steady anymore; she was holding back the poison of her words, for my sake.
"Yeah." I wasn't capable of doing the same thing for hers. "And I don't want your cheap excuses and emotional manipulation to convince me otherwise." My face was probably red due to the anger, my jaw and fists hurt from clenching them; I was off the rails, and the person who would usually stop me was standing in front of me. "Better leave now so you don't have the chance to sell us out when shit goes down."
Silence fell upon us, our gazes locked, equally watery and with the same amount of fury and sadness within them.
And finally she snapped. "Maybe I'm a coward, but you're a self-absorbed prat who's not able to see beyond your own ego!" The way she said it hurt me more than the sentence itself. "This is not gonna be a DADA class, Fred! I don't want to fucking die because I was too slow casting Protego."
"Good luck, Y/l/n." I curtly wished her before stalking out of the broom closet I have initially dragged her into.
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We avoided each other for a week. The following Monday, when I entered the Great Hall, I found George and Katie quite depressed.
"What's gotten into you?"
They shared a look before my brother turned to me, deciding to break the news himself.
"Y/n left last night." He gave me an apologetic look. "Thought she'd wait until the graduation—"
"But she's had enough." Katie finished, toying with her breakfast. "Honestly, I wish I had a life in the muggle world too."
My lungs were refusing to take the air inside; I felt as if I would choke if I stayed there, so I stormed out, jogging to reach the countryard.
I needed to breathe.
Even after the wind hit my face, that vital task felt like the most difficult thing in the world to accomplish.
I hate her I hate her I hate her I hate her.
A sob escaped my chest, realising the harsh words I had spat at her were probably the last ones she would ever hear from me.
I love her.
A Year And A Half Later
READER'S P. O. V.
I managed to apparate somewhere in the cornfield —the only place around the Burrow I remembered clearly.
I should have landed with a broom, but apparently, Mad-Eye didn't inform Lupin that I would serve as an extra escort for Harry if they were ambushed, so my broom was now smashed somewhere down the muggle road we had flown over.
Mentally cursing the damn moment in which I spoke to Shacklebolt in hopes of being useful in this war, I looked for the entrance of the Weasley home, which took me quite a while.
Funnily enough, it was Lupin who stepped out, wielding his wand and casting yet another hex at me that I somehow managed to block.
With a swift wave of my hand, he was propelled back into the house. "YOU!" A long-haired redhead I recognized as the eldest Weasley helped my old Professor up as I stalked to them with my wand up. "YOU HEXED MY BLOODY BROOM! I'M LUCKY TO BE ALIVE!"
"Y/n, calm down—" Shacklebolt was now besides me with his hands up. "He didn't know you were coming— he was trying to protect George from further harm."
My brain was slow to process his words, but as soon as it did, I started to down my arm. "What happened?"
"Snape hit him with the sectumsempra." My eyes widened at Lupin's heavy words.
"Did everyone else make it?" The three of them remained silent, the ginger shaking his head no.
My breath caught up in my throat, but before I could ask if Fred was alright, another tall ginger flashed the corner of my eye, and my head snapped to the living room's door.
FRED'S P. O. V.
Everyone was scattered around the house. Ginny took Hermione and Fleur to her room; Ron and Harry made its way up too; Tonks went out —she needed a moment alone to mourn Mad-Eye—, and, while my parents and I stayed with George, Lupin, Shacklebolt and Bill went to guard the entrance.
I was still kneeling by George's side, holding his hand while our mother healed his wound the best she could, when we heard a yell followed by a strong blow in the kitchen.
I looked at my mum and dad, my eyes flickering to my twin while I reached for my wand.
As I got up, more yells were heard, this time clearer; the voice was familiar— I knew that voice all too well.
There she stood, at the entrance of my home.
Her eyes met mines as soon as she caught a glimpse of me, and my head started to spin. I knew I had no right to do what I was about to do, but after that night's events, in which the war became very much real, I couldn't help but rush to her and engulf her in a tight hug.
Surprisingly enough, I couldn't take more than two steps forward, since she did what I intended to do first.
"You're alright." She mumbled against my shoulder. My eyes shut, trying to block the tears that threatened to fall. "How's he?" She inquired whilst pulling away with a concerned frown.
Not trusting my voice, I nodded in the living room's direction. A quiet sough escaped my lips as she passed by, her hands lingering on my arms for a brief instant before she entered the room and took careful steps towards the settee.
I barely caught a couple of words from George and Y/n's exchange, my mind still buzzing due to the shock.
"What do you say, Freddie?" I frowned at my twin, regretting not listening to the conversation. "She can take my bed, right? I'm not gonna get far anyway."
"Right." I agreed, struggling for my voice to come out steady. It was Y/n we were talking about; I had known her since our fourth year, I had been friends and more with her, seeing her shouldn't be that nerve-wracking.
A couple of minutes later, we were all heading to our respective rooms, and as I closed my room's door behind me and Y/n, it dawned on me that I had underestimated the anxiety that could cause me being left alone with her.
Get it together, Fred.
"If you want, you can grab a shirt from the drawer." I finally managed to speak, motioning at the chest besides the window. She nodded and turned to it to look for one she could sleep in.
Now that I had the opportunity, I carefully observed her, and soon realized how much she had changed in the time we were apart. Not only when it came to her physical appearance; she stood a bit straighter, talked a little calmer; the joy with which she used to sparkle was dim now, eclipsed by a severe, worried attitude— a sign of us no longer being the kids who messed around at Hogwarts.
"I missed you" I knew right away that wasn't the best start for the conversation.
"It sure didn't seem like it." The bitterness in her tone stung my heart harsher than I expected.
"You're still mad?" The way I was conducting the conversation was making me want to bang my head against the wall.
She sighed, turning around now that she had the shirt on to meet my gaze. "A year and a half, Fred. You didn't contact me for a year and a half. I thought we were friends."
"You left me behind!" I talked back, partly because I panicked, but also because I, to my surprise, was still mad too. "What did you even expect?"
"A letter?" She questioned, throwing herself down on the bed. "I mean— I didn't really expect anything, but a letter would have been a good way to let me know you didn't fucking hate me." My eyes, now fixed on my lap, went wide when Y/n's voice broke at her last three words.
"I'm sorry." I mumbled, quite ashamed of having to apologise while also being scared of saying anything that could harm her further. "I'm sorry about not writing and- uh... I'm sorry about what I said to you. I know it's not an excuse but I was really mad and..." I cleared my throat and felt the blush creeping up my neck even before I finished the sentence. "... and hurt 'cause you- I thought that maybe I wasn't important enough to you and- yeah, I'm sorry about what I said." I tried meeting her eyes but they were fixed on the wall before her.
"It's fine." She shrugged, "I guess you were right anyway."
"I wasn't right-"
"You were." She hugged her knees to her chest and hid her face there. "Wanna know why I'm back?" She didn't need my response. "They're hunting down my family." My heart stopped beating for a second due to the shockingly deadpanning tone. "A friend gave me a tip-off— they were tracking them down. I got to them just in time." I refrained myself from asking about them —the less I knew, the better. "So yeah, you're right, I was a coward and left people behind."
My body shot up and my legs carried me to George's bed; without me being fully aware of what I was doing or which consequences it could have, I sat down and pulled Y/n into my arms.
Though she was shocked at first, her body soon relaxed into the familiarity of my arms, and she let out a relieved sigh. "You're not alone on this." I whispered, pecking her crown. "I'm here, okay?"
"So you don't hate me?" She murmured against my chest.
Maybe it was the fragility of her voice, or the warmth of her embrace I missed so much; maybe it was this past year and a half of regret, or the night's events, but I couldn't hold back my words.
"I love you."
And even though she went stiff, even if I had just blurted them out almost in accident, I didn't regret saying them, because I, in fact, loved her.
She pulled away to look into my eyes. "You mean it?"
"Yeah." I replied, calmer than I had been in a while. "And I'm really sorry about everything, if I could turn back time—" words and air were cut off by her lips crashing against mines.
We had kissed before, but it was on a bet's behalf or to prank someone; this was different, this was her pouring her 'I love you' into actions, and I embrace it gladly.
"No more running away." I commanded when she pulled back. "From now on, we stick together." She nodded, her forehead resting against mine and her palms on my chest.
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please go off about how you will fix star wars
yes..the star wars sequels. i didnt like them but i feel like theres a lot of potential between what they made and the things that exist in Legends
anyways like okay listen. look at me. this is mostly about Rey and Kylo Ren/Jacen Solo. other characters coming soon once i figure out what to do with them.
(btw the tag for this project thing is #sequels redesign )
rey first of all. was raised by shitty but great pirate Hondo Ohnaka because i love him he found her when she was very small. that's why she has his coat. when she was about 9 when hondo was likely killed, and has been on her own doing the whole pirate/scavenger thing on some mid and outer rim planets. thats most of her backstory summed up. this post is long enough already.
she wakes up and chooses violence every day. she's not cruel, and won't attack unprovoked, but once provoked she's not quick to settle down. she doesn't act out of blind rage, but her emotions get to her sometimes. her journey is generally going from violence to choosing peace (most of the time. a little bit of violence is ok.)
she has a very strong affinity to the living force- her ability to connect with people is unmatched...when she wants to use it (which isn't often.) i think she realizes she has the force when she heals a mortal wound Finn receives (he stays nearly the same btw i like john boyega). it's kind of an "oh fuck fr?" moment between them. one of her passive abilities is to see the dead...she can see force ghost of jedi past, who are simply imprints in the force of what once was. they don't speak or do anything, really, but it freaked her out as a kid. as an adult she doesn't care much really, but tries to ignore it.
while transporting Finn and BB-8 to the rebel base as a job, they get shot down and crash land on Yavin 4, where Rey has a fucked up moment of seeing rubble with many roaming, directionless force ghosts.. who turn to face her. and they lead her in the direction of Jaina Solo's double bladed lightsaber, now overtaken by plants and roots. Rey frees it, and feels the overwhelming emotion of everyone who had trained at the Jedi Academy.. before pure silence. peace, almost. all the ghosts have vanished. (She is all the Jedi, as you may remember.)
Kylo Ren (born Jacen Solo) is NOT a neonazi this time. he doesn't genocide people and doesn't idolize Vader. he admires Anakin, but understands his faults. i'm not into this sort of like. way they excuse the very typical neonazi "broken young man" bitchy white male rage thing. irl that shit gets excused all the time and it annoyed me that they tried to forgive this nazi cunt. maybe i can make a kylo that can be enjoyable and not annoying to watch.
he and his twin sister Jaina were often left to their own devices and were usually inseparable. as they grew older and joined their Luke's Jedi Academy, they began to drift apart. Jaina's fascination with Jedi of Old who were seen as heroes for a greater part of the old republic's history conflicted with Jacen's obsession with his grandfather, Anakin. Though most know him as a jedi who fell to the dark side, Luke told Jacen how Anakin had walked the path of the light and the dark, but it corrupted him. Determined to do what his grandfather could not, Jacen decided to find balance between the dark and the light.
Luke worried for him. he didn't know how to deal with this (but didnt try and kill him lol?) and would ask jaina to keep an eye on jacen. Jacen confided in Jaina about the power he was gaining from the dark side, and out of her own fear, decided to try and strike him down. convinced Luke had manipulated her out of fear that Jacen would surpass him, he killed her and destroyed the Jedi Academy, killing nearly everyond inside, and blaming Luke for it all
He joined the Knights of Ren as a teenager, and it was kind of like a biker gang who did viglante justice (according to Kylo and his definition of "justice", which usually meant "things the jedi were too scared to do". the rest of the group thinks like Deathwatch from the Clone Wars type morals) until the First Order reaches out to them. they need people like them. the new republic was built of shaky legs and didn't stick around. the First Order would bring, well, order to the Galaxy. and Kylo Ren would be their poster boy.
He's leading Military Occupations, invasions of "insurgent systems" all while putting on a pretty smile and waving for the HoloNet. he genuinely thinks he's doing good- that he's makikg a real, better change for the galaxy, that his parents would be proud of him for using the politics and the whole "smile and wave" regality he learned from his mother. He's beloved by many despite the destruction he's caused. kind of like justin trudeau. sorry that's the best analogy i can come up with.
Rey and Kylo are eachother's foil. a no-bullshit type learning to choose the lives of others over her own and learning empathy, and a misguided fool who thinks he's choosing the greater good who must learn to listen to other's needs and stop being arrogant.
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