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bloodyjuls-blog · 1 month

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Im gonna fight for both of us

So here we go with part 4, sorry it takes me too long but I'm working and hate work haha...

When Alexia entered the hospital she had no idea what she would find there, in one hand, she could find y/n awake but with some tiny injuries (it was what she wished) but what she found was a nurse informing her that they needed someone to give consent to perform an emergency surgery because y/n's accident is a serious life threatening emergency and Alexia knew well, the only person who could do that was your sister, she had the obligation to call her and inform her, she didn't bother to call your parents because she knew that you were not the most beloved daughter in that family, moreover, she knew that they wouldn't even miss you if you died, because she heard many conversations with them in which they clearly told you that you were a failure.

While Lilah, your sister, gave the authorization over the phone, the doctors explained to Alexia what had happened to y/n. First, when they arrived at the hospital y/n went into cardiac arrest due to the impact, then doing a general sweep they found cervical and spinal injuries that compromise her mobility, hence the emergency surgery. What worries them the most is the injury of her brain, apparently it has a severe inflammation and they are concerned that when she wakes up (if she does) she will have compromised her cognitive functions such as speaking, moving, remembering things, most likely she will have memory loss.

When her sister arrived at the hospital she was furious, how was it possible that y/n was drinking again and doing these things as irresponsible. Alexia got angry and said a few things to her.

"Look, I don't think that looking for blames is the solution, what I think is that we should support each other without blaming in favor of y/n not dying, because I swear that if she dies I am going with her, you don't understand the things she was going through, and being honest neither did I, and if looking for blames then blame me because I was the one insisting" Alexia said. "Insist on what, what did you say Alexia" says y/n's sister "I insisted so much on the idea of starting a family, having children, that without those things I couldn't continue with her, that all this time was lost, but I swear it's not like that, it hurts me a lot to know that probably the only thing she heard from me was that while she's always being the loveliest person she is told me that for her the family was me and she didn't need children while she was with me, you don't know how much I regret it." Says Alexia crying and Lilah just approached and hugged her. At the end of the day their relationship is very close. "Ale calm down a little and come let's sit down, I think I understand why y/n is like this with the family thing and maybe when y/n wakes up it will kill me because it's something she didn't want you to know" lilah says calmly. They settled into the waiting room chairs.

"Since she was very little, my sister has always been the black sheep, the daughter that nobody wanted, the girl that when she had the opportunity to left home she did and never came back, you know Alexia when my sister left I was very sad but as an older sister I always saw the mistreatment and never said anything, she stopped going to so many events, so many Christmas reunions, so many birthdays or things like that because she simply knew that they didn't want her, they didn't show it love of support, the only thing that accompanied her in her gray days and well not so gray, was her bottle of whiskey, what can you ask from a teenager who has social pressure for what she does and no support or family that can tuck her in and tell her that everything will be okay" says the sister between soft tears. "I didn't know that, I thought that since she was also getting along with you..." Ale said remembering the phone calls from your parents.

"Of course Ale, you more than anyone knows that she is not one of those people who scream her problems and plead for help, she didn't want you to see her as something weird, that's why she gets along so well with your family, she found love in you, to feel loved, tucked in by someone, valued, no matter what and luckily your family is just like you, if you see the relationship my parents have with me and have with her you would surely get angry because you and I know what is y/n and how important it is to have her in our lives, Ale I'm not going to lie to you, a while ago I also thought that my sister wanted to be a mother because you know mate, look at how she treats the children, they have a very special relationship, very nice, she is a pure soul, but all her life she has seen examples of how not to be parents, how my mother ignored her and her things, Alexia the fact that my parents are not here is not new, when that 17 year old girl in her peak career broke her cruciate ligament, nobody was there for her, not even to give her a bottle of water, and because of that and more things is that y/n is super strong and every thing she sets in her mind to do she achieves it. For many years it was just her against the world and she has lived many blows without saying a word, so if she gets out of here you will understand that it will be very difficult, she will need a lot of support because according to what I have been told, her injuries are serious, probably the only thing that keeps her alive is football and she won't can do that anymore" says Lilah calmer. "I swear Lilah when y/n gets out of here things will be different, I would have liked to have this same talk but with her and avoid this bump in our road but life gives some people a lot and others very little, I swear I will be in her way as long as she lets me, that girl deserves nothing but good things and I believe that all the people she has given her love have let her down in a certain way, but just like you, I also want to do well, did you know that at home I have the ring to propose to her? I swear that without it I can't live" says Alexia more calm and confident. "I'm glad to hear that Ale, you two do each other good, please don't lose that, you're all would be miserable for life and that's not what you're all deserve." Lilah said as she gave Alexia a hug.

Hours later

"Relatives of y/n y/l" says the receptionist on the OR floor. "We are" say Lilah and Alexia at the same time. "The doctor is cleaning up but he's on his way here to report his relative" says the girl stoically. "Thank you very much" they both say in unison.

Once in the study room with the doctor....

"Well, I must say that it was a very complicated surgery because we found internal injuries that we couldn't see in the x-ray and that compromised her health, I am not lying when I say that she went into cardiac arrest at least three times and that worries us a lot because it means that her heart is weak. About her cervical injuries I am afraid that only when she wakes up we will be able to know if she has sensitivity in her legs and if she will be able to walk again, but I must admit that because of the blows her spinal cord has been affected, I want to be very realistic with you, if we manage to have a satisfactory recovery it will be very difficult for her to return to her profession, because the high impact can cause definitive injuries, now my colleagues are monitoring her brain signals because in the resonance we saw very few but we can guarantee that there is no brain death, but any sequels will be determined once she wakes up, at the moment she is not in coma but she was not awake either, we have implemented a method of sedation a little strong but I insist she is not in coma, so now later when the entrance to her relatives is authorized you're all can talk to her, in this state she can listen hope so. Of course, the view that you are going to find is very strong, because she is connected to many tubes and intravenous lines, also her external injuries are a little strong and her foot has an external fixator because there was a fracture of the tibia and fibula". Says the doctor super calm but forceful.

"thank you very much doctor, the fact that she is still alive is because of your effort, let's hope that the evolution is positive, sure it is" says Lilah calm and Alexia super scared because she doesn't understand anything. "Well Ale, y/n is not well and there are strong changes coming in her life and the only thing we have left to do is be by her side to make it as bearable as possible, I am not so much worried about her physical injuries but mental then we must make sure that when she gets out of here she gets psychological attention, and have faith that she will get out of this because she is a super strong person, she always has been and this will be just a very fat bump for her, are you ready to see her" Lilah says optimistic. "I don't know, I just know that if I will always be even if she doesn't want me to, it will be hard for me to see her like this but that's okay" Alexia says forcefully. Alexia's phone starts ringing, it's Ana and Leah on joint call.

"Hi girls."

"Hi Alexia, what happened to y/n, did you find her" says Ana worried.

"Girls, y/n was involved in an accident and it's serious" says Alexia with her voice cracking remembering the anguish experienced a few hours ago.

"How???? What do you mean accident and serious????, my goodness" says Leah in dismay.

"Yes girls, apparently her car overturned at high speed on Tibidabo and her injuries are serious, she probably won't be able to play football anymore" "if you want to come I'm sure y/n would really appreciate it" says Ale sadly.

"I'm already looking at flights to Barcelona, I just can't believe it, what a downer girls, I'm so sad" says Leah in tears.

"Ale tells me which hospital you are, I'm on my way" says Ana in a hurry.

"We are in the one near Tibidabo" "now I'm sending you the location, I'm going to hang up, I'm going to go in to see my baby" and Alexia hung up.

Before entering the room Alexia calls the team managers to discuss what happened and they tell her not to worry that everything is going to be fine and that she can take all the time in the world to be with y/n.

Lilah takes Alexia's hand and asks her if she is ready to go in to which Ale nods not so sure....

When they enter the first thing they see is y/n lying on the bed with many tubes everywhere, one coming out of her mouth, IV in her arms, one in her leg and the fixator in her ankle adding the bandage on her head (because nothing can be seen from her spine but that's where her surgery was) a tube coming out of her side, Alexia's heart breaks in little pieces to see her like this, the love of her life lying on a bed fighting for her life....

"Ale, talk to her and hold her hand, so she could feel you are here, with her, while I go make some calls" "Ok" alexia says.

"Hello my love, I know that the last time I spoke to you I didn't say very nice things but I want you to know that they're not true, I was very angry with you, it is that you are a stubborn honey, why don't you tell me your things, my life you are going to be very well. You are going to recover and although everything will be very different I am going to be with your sister and you all the way, you are going to be well, healthy, strong and laughing at life as always, I am sad to see you like this, I don't like to see that you are having a bad time, I only ask you to fight and stay here with me, don't go without me, I love you so much, all the girls are worried, even Leah is coming from London later and Ana is on her way, I'm sure that when they see me they will want to tear my head off for being stubborn, and you should know that I don't mind not having children but as long as I have you, nothing happens. .. We will buy the little house on the beach that we want so much and we will be very happy my love, I cannot do without you, you are my life, you have always been my life, I love you, very much and I will not leave here and go home without you. I love you too much, you can't imagine how much..." Alexia says through tears as she comes over and gives you a little kiss on your uninjured cheek. She arranges the chair next to you and doesn't let go of your hand, trying to give you some human warmth in that cold room. And she falls asleep for a while to the sound of the monitors lulling her to sleep.

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awfcspencer · 4 months

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Falling Out Of Love || ona batlle x reader

ona batlle x reader

prompt: Communication has dwindled down and the distance is overwhelming. Reader and Ona must decide if they can continue on like this

warnings: angst & crying, lack of communication

Part 2 Here

We were both drowning under the surging waves of words we failed to communicate. Days made longer by unsaid words, forcing a great divide between you and your girlfriend. After the rush of the World Cup and then Ona heading straight for Spain to begin training with Barcelona, you felt so completely disconnected from Ona.

When Ona had initially entered the conversation of transferring, you were admit that you wanted to stay in Manchester, as your job and family were here. After a few small minor arguments, you and Ona had agreed that you could do long distance, planning to visit each other when time permitted and discussing plans to text and call often.

Eventually the distance and lack of communication has caught up to you both.

“Ona… I am just not sure how long I can continue to do this.” you say in a light voice over the phone.

Your heart breaks into a million tiny pieces as the words leave your mouth, slightly wishing you did not feel this way. Tears are streaming down your face, unable to cope with the overwhelming emotions you are currently feeling. Ona is your world and as of right now, it feels like your world is closing in on you.

A deep sigh leaves Ona’s mouth, secretly understanding exactly where you are coming from but knowing deep down in her heart that you are her world, her soulmate, her lifeline.

“Baby” she breathes out, hoping this is all just a terrible nightmare that she can wake up from.

There was not an absence of effort from Ona, deliberately trying to maintain a relationship but most conversations were made up of light talk about training or recent events, conversations lacking depth. But the pain of not being able to see you girlfriend every night, kiss her head before training, and all the other luxuries of having your girlfriend near, consumed you, ate at you, left you longing day and night.

At this point, the lines of both sides of the phone call were silent. Unaware of what could be said next, unaware of what to say to make this feeling stop. Unaware of what to say to fix this.

You never blamed Ona for this deep, dark pit in your stomach. Knowing full well that the situation you both are in is unlike any other. There was not a rule book or guide to being almost 2,100 kilometers away from your girlfriend.

“What has changed.” your girlfriend says out, breaking the silence that felt like hours, cutting like a knife, knife straight into your heart.

“I don’t know Ona.” shaking your head, unable to explain how you are feeling, unable to put this exact mind numbing feeling into words, especially to the person who has made you feel like this. Knowing fully well that this was not her intent, knowing Ona’s warm heart and caring personality.

“I need you to explain it to me, I need to understand this.” Ona cries out in a low voice, trying not to absolutely lose her mind. Her heart has completely sunk, on the brink of tears but keeping her emotions at bay.

You are at a loss for words, trying to figure out what to say.

“I just miss you baby. The distance is stronger than I thought it would be.” you try to explain to her. You feel so incredibly weak, weak is the only word you can think of to explain how you are feeling. You are nothing but weak. Your words make you feel small, so small. Already feeling terrible for throwing this on Ona so abruptly, desperately wishing you were doing this in person.

“I know, I know. I feel the same way.” Ona slightly shouts back. She begins to become angry. Pissed off at the way you are sounding, thinking you are the only one to feel this way. “This is a two person relationship. I feel the weight of not having you near too!”

The tension on the phone call has now been heightened extremely. Pinching the bridge of your nose, taking a second to fully take in what Ona has said. You see what she is trying to convey, understanding it completely. Understanding it so deeply because it is exactly what you are feeling.

“How long have you been feeling this way?” Ona asks with a mix of anger and hurt in her voice.

“Just recently. I don’t want to feel like this. I wish I could force the thoughts in my head out. But they are there and they cut so deep.” you tell her. The yearning for this feeling to go away was so deep, wishing you could forget the pain in your heart and the dark cloud in your brain. You would go to great lengths to make this situation feel better, to find a solution to this problem. Fix it instantly and go back to your meaningless conversations with Ona.

“Where do we go now” Ona questions out, desperately hoping you don’t say what she is thinking. Knowing losing you will absolutely break her, destroy her even. Losing you will feel like a big black hole has come up and swallowed her whole, painful and heartbreaking.

You are at a loss for words. Wanting so desperately to understand how to fix this, but unfortunately not knowing how to. Not knowing what the next step is. Now fully feeling the weight of the next few words that will come out of your mouth.

“I don’t want to break up, but I don’t know Ona.” You can hear the soft sob that leaves Ona’s mouth. Now you find yourself fully breaking out in immediate tears, your heart has shattered. Pieces feel scattered as you try to calm yourself down.

“Baby” is all Ona can whisper out, sobbing in between breathes. “Are you wanting to try to fix this or… are you done.” the last part escapes her lips and she is seriously, desperately, hoping you chose the first option.

“Ona you have been my rock, my single most supporter, my best friend and girlfriend. I want nothing more than to fix this.” Taking a deep breath before you begin you next sentence. “But I don’t know how to. Everything seems so clouded, so grey in my mind.” you explain.

“I think the best thing to do right now is take some time apart.” Ona replies, thinking about how she wishes she never had to say those words. Wishing she could anything and everything to take those words back.

“I think you might be right.” you agree. This does not make the situation any easier though.

“Ona” you quickly say before you hang up, “What ever happens, I will always love you, forever.”

“Forever” she replies as you hang up the phone. Completely breaking down, letting your emotions consume you, grief, anger, but hurt mostly taking over your body.

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honeybleed · 5 months

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reverie ⋆ erwin smith

author’s note: this is a prequel to strain and i’m usin my old format since this is the oldest draft i have cba to make a new layout LMFAOOOOOO. this fic is written in a nonlinear narrative so it may be slightly confusing but i decided to write it like that since this is based on the reader’s memories and past with erwin, and we know memories can sometimes be very hazy and muddled, so she only remembers key moments.

content & warnings: female reader, black coded reader, she/her pronouns, canon verse but set before the events of aot, no smut but suggestive, erwin is an asshole in this n sorta unhinged, conflict, blood, descriptions of self harm ideation, angst with some sweet moments but unhappy ending

word count: 3.7k

“I start my visits in a blaze of love,

Nectar of oranges and homemade cake

Till the enamel of our smiles wears off

Laying bare truth neither of us can take.” — Rosalind Levine, The Pomegranate (1956)

It’s a funeral march. Every time the Survey Corps return from outside the walls.

Mothers wailing and thrusting themselves onto passing Survey Corps members.

Screaming like banshees and clinging onto them for dear life to ask where if their precious children returned in one piece.

The answer was usually wordless, with a grim expression which further worsened their bawling.

You never could blame them. You think back on how your mother’s passing comment about how there is no greater pain in this world than your children passing onto the next before you.

She was a headstrong woman who fiercely loved her children.

You liked to remember her that way, rather than her last days when she was barely unrecognisable from the illness that ate away at her.

While the parents of the officers were on the edge of their sanity, the children would treat it as if it were a parade. As much as you tried to keep your brother away from it, it was no use.

He was a growing boy, and boys don't take too kindly to authority figures who aren't their mothers. You kept an eye on him as he and the other children ogled the commanders.

The adults sneered and made jabs about the veterans, while the children viewed them as true heroes.

The severity of all the casualties was lost on the children. Especially the youngsters who had their education purposefully buried and distorted within these walls.

Then there he was.

The hoards of people began to call out his name, but he kept his gaze forward.

You still kept a watchful eye on your brother, whose eyes lit up as he marvelled at Commander Erwin Smith.

Erwin had to keep his eyes forward. The crushing guilt of the failed mission, watching his comrades be torn apart for his true goals was eating away at him relentlessly.

But then he saw you.

Shiganshina was small, and for somebody like Erwin whose strategic intellect required a strong memory, faces were easy.

Faces were easy to remember, but there was just something about your curls, those brown doe eyes and plump lips.

You worked in the only general store within Shiganshina, and Erwin and the other Survey Corps barely came by unless it was to report back and update next of kin on losses.

There was some murmuring and you looked up from the cash register.

“Commander Smith..?” You squeaked out. “What are you doing here?”

He placed a basket of apples on the counter and gave you a polite smile.

“Ah, I thought you would’ve considered me a regular by now.” He said with a hint of jest in his tone. “You don’t need to call me titles.”

“So what am I supposed to call you?”

“My name is a start.” He replied.

“Erwin.” You say. It sounds foreign to your ears and odd on your tongue. But it makes his heart leap to his throat.

“Just the apples? Nothing else?” You ask.

“Hange is fond of these specific ones.” He scoffs.

“That’s considerate of you.” You reply as you struggle with the clunky register.

You took the bag from his hands to weigh the fruit but when you felt his fingers brush against yours. When you looked to meet his eyes, it was clear he hadn’t purposely done that.

But even so, the action made your breath quicken. He noticed almost immediately you were flustered, causing a slow smile to tug at the corner of his lips.

You stammered the price and he paid, nodding to thank you, wishing you a good day.

When he left the store, your hand settled on your chest. You’d never experienced that reaction to a simple touch. Why did it make you feel as if your body was being flooded with warmth?

“I’m starting to think those apples aren’t for Hange.” You said teasingly, having built up courage after a few more visits.

You were no longer so skittish around him.

“Ah, you caught me. They like Granny Smith apples, and I’ve only been buying Red Delicious apples.” He grinned.

“You didn’t need to lie to me.” You scoffed. “And even so, that’s such an inconsequential one.”

“They were in the beginning. But I like coming here.”

“For the apples?” You jabbed.

“Something sweeter.”

You bit your lip in an attempt to repress the smile tugging on the corner of your lips

Your nose wrinkled at the putrid smell of the rotting food. The once vibrant display you took pride in was now decaying in front of your eyes.

The odour was unbearable, and despite your manager insisting you on staying inside to keep you away from the rambunctious crowd.

It wasn’t unusual for this village to fall into bouts of food shortages. Considering the corrupt nature of the island. The inner walls never suffered.

Hunger and starvation were becoming something common. Whilst the elites were favoured.

You were ripped out from your train of thought when you heard the commotion worsen. Despite her pleas for you to stay indoors, you knew the frail woman wouldn’t be able to handle this.

Armed with a broom, you stormed outside to whack the brawling crowds away. You didn’t want to do this. These were people who were starving and wanted to feed their families, driven by hunger and fear.

“Move!” You barked, swinging it haphazardly causing people to back away. But it seemed to rile some others more who were lunging at you, furious.

Hands grabbing out, it was a frenzied swarm, almost relentless. That is until the distant sound of marching boots resonated through the square.

Erwin with his icy gaze stepped into the tumult, causing a hush to spread through the mob. A collective intake of breath replaced the earlier rampaging from the mob.

Clad in his dark green cloak, he raised a hand and within an instant, the crowds parted to create a path for him and the other Survey Corps.

He gave you a reassuring look, then crouched to help your manager who had been knocked over by the unrelenting, desperate crowd.

“Are you alright?” He questioned as he helped her to her feet in his smooth voice.

She nodded, a little taken aback. You felt a little sheepish as your knuckles paled from the grip on the broom.

Erwin turned to the still crowd.

“Desperation does not justify chaos.” He stated, his voice carrying weight.

He then began to try and outline a plan to share left over food with the starving crowds. It was a time-consuming hindrance but it resolved the chaos ultimately which you were grateful for.

As the hordes of people left, you thanked Erwin.

“I don’t know what we would’ve done. You really are remarkable, Erwin.” You said softly.

He felt his heart race at the way you gazed at him, and his cheeks heated up.

“No, no. Don’t thank us. If anything, it was the bare minimum.”

“Erwin, just take the damn compliment.” You tutted.

“Alright.” He sighed as he shook his head.

He couldn’t stop himself from smiling after they took off.

“Looks like your little crush is mutual,” Levi said wryly as the Survey Corps exited the marketplace.

"I could take you outside the walls if you'd like." He said.

"...Erwin." You said, a little taken aback.

Nobody ventures outside of the walls apart from the Survey Corps. And there is a reason why nobody does.

"I wouldn't endanger you, Y/N." He said firmly, as he gazed into your eyes intensely. "I guess I'm bending the rules but I recognised that look in your eyes when we spoke earlier about outside."

You tutted and turned away.

"Erwin, I'm not special for that look. I'm sure everybody has it but they just don't want to be branded as a heretic."

You felt a shiver down your spine when you thought back on the neighbours you had. Everybody knew they were executed for trying to escape the walls.

"They don't. They'd much rather stay inside and they believe these walls are protection."

You didn't like what he said.

It was as if he was looking down on them. Like they were cowards and fools.

His voice was smooth but there was layering to that sentence. His demeanour was a bit relaxed too. The point is, he said something that would just fly over people's heads.

Ambivalence always crossed your mind when it came to Erwin Smith. You weren't some sort of strategist like him, you weren't renowned for intellect. You were a commoner who lived day to day doing nothing of significance.

Yet, it was hard to miss the looming feeling of fear when you talked. Especially about this topic.

“They say there are lands of ice and water that burns.” You said, swiftly echoing the words of the children you’d overheard one day.

“The only thing outside is just green land.” He replied. “We haven’t ventured that far.”

You scoffed when you realised your brother was gone again.

"He'd probably be bounding over if he knew you were here." You said as you shook your head.

"Why isn't he here?" Erwin questioned.

"Because he's sick of me. He likes to sleep over at his friend's house. Not much I can do."

"You're an overbearing sister, Y/N?" He said, with a lilt to his voice as he arched an eyebrow.

"He seems to think so." You sighed. "I just...I see how he gets jealous of his friends with their parents. And I wanna give it to him. I'd give him the world if I could."

"How long have you been raising him?"

"Well, my mother passed when he was only six. It's been a while." You said, a little dazed when you realised it was almost coming up to a decade.

Stepping in your mother's shoes had almost become second nature to you at this point so you never took in the graveness of the situation.

"I'd say your efforts are admirable. But...unfortunately, you can't." He said, a little firmly.

"I can't what?"

"You can't give him the world. And you certainly can never replace his mother."

"I'm not trying to be-" You stuttered in absolute disbelief earning an amused reaction from Erwin.

"You were Y/N. But it's natural for somebody in your situation to try and do that. You didn't do anything wrong." He responded.

"It's not your place to tell me that.." You whispered as tears began to prick at your waterline.

"Where would you have preferred to have heard it from..?" He replied airily.

"Erwin, do you hate the people here?" You finally snapped at him, balling up your fists as a flurry of rage overtook your senses.

A puzzled look fell over his face. Your question did seem irrelevant to the topic.

"Did I give the impression that I do?" He simply replied, undeterred by your outburst.

You dug your nails into your palm. There that feeling returned all over again. A supporting thought to the one you had earlier appeared.

Erwin Smith is a puppet master. And he knows the exact things to say to elicit reactions from you.

"Don't do that! You...you know what you're saying! And you know what you're implying when you say these things!" You barked. "Not all of us are like you, okay? So what if people would much rather hide behind the walls? That doesn't make them cowards or stupid. We all are on borrowed time as we speak, so just let us live, Erwin."

Live.

You felt a little ridiculous when all he gave you in return was a deafening silence, feeling the tips of your ears heat up.

"That's not living." He simply responded as he stood in front of you. "I refuse to accept life like that. To bury my head in the sand."

"And that's just great! But don't look down on others..!" You replied, voice quaking.

"Do you think I'm looking down on you?" He questioned you, eyes unwavering.

Your silence answered better than any words could.

Every comment he made like that, was like a jab.

"Now...why would I think a woman as resilient and strong as you is a coward?" He asked, slightly bemused. "Y/N, I've admired you since I first met you. Dare I say the more I learn about you, the harder I fall."

Puppet master, he has you on his strings.

You're dancing along to his tune, the same way the people he leads to their deaths, follow the rhythm.

But ashamedly, deep down he intrigues just the same. It's undeniable, the way his eyes rake over your body. How they flit from your eyes to your lips.

He's struggling.

Despite Erwin's words cutting at you, it's something new.

You let out a sigh and turned to face the rain pattering against the window as the sky was pitch black. Your brother was not coming back tonight.

Then you took a glance at Erwin, who had stood up from the pine dining chair for his grand statement.

"You don't need to lie to me." You scoff.

"And what have I lied about?"

"I'm not a little girl. You don't need to fill my head with this love nonsense. If you want to sleep with me, just say that."

"I have no reason to lie." He responded, swiftly. “You sound like a woman scorned. Who crossed you?”

“There you go again.” You sighed. “Are you always this nosy?”

“I wouldn’t say nosy..” He said, with a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “I do take interest in you.”

“I’m not some spectacle.” You retorted.

Large, weathered hands had cupped the side of your face. Hardened from pulling reins as he ventured into battles.

Hands most likely soaked with the blood of comrades in Erwin Smith’s need for the truth.

Your mind should not wander to such dark places, especially in his embrace but it is difficult to ward it off.

Erwin was without a doubt probably one of the most loathed people within the walls. Yet here he was, lying beside you fast asleep.

As you watched the sliver of moonlight cast a gentle light on his face, his chest rising and falling as he slumbered you couldn't help but imagine.

It's not as if finding love is impossible within the walls. There are dozens of married couples and families.

But that impending fear of going through the loss of somebody you open your heart to is terrifying. You snort to yourself.

In bed with the commander of Survey Corps, an individual who out of everybody was probably the most susceptible to being taken from this earth in an instant.

"I'm going to join the Training Corps!"

Your head turned as Erwin said your name in a calming tone. As if he was about to reassure you.

But all you could feel was the bile clawing the inside of your throat, causing you to rush away from the room and flee to the bathroom.

Your brother and Erwin shared a shocked look as they could hear you heaving and throwing up your guts after you slammed the door.

“Where’s Erwin?” You croaked out weakly as your brother stood in the kitchen.

“He took off. Said it was something we needed to discuss between ourselves.” He responded.

You begged. You pleaded.

The plate immediately slipped from your grasp, shattering across the floor when you finally registered his words.

"STOP TRYING TO BE MY MOTHER...!"

Your lungs felt constricted and your palms began to sweat.

"You never will be. So stop thinking you have a say in my life!"

Erwin’s voice echoed in your head.

“You will never be his mother.”

You called his name as he stormed out. He was always slipping away from you. It was inevitable.

Yet it tore your heart to shreds. He was all you had and all you knew. You couldn’t let him go on that suicide mission.

All the memories of him growing up, your promise to your mother before she passed to look after him rushed at you all at once.

So much so, that the only thing you could hear was the way blood thundered in your ears. Legs were so weak they gave out almost immediately.

The only thing that brought you back to reality was the shard of glass from the plate slashing your palm, causing pain to sear through you.

You have no clue where your brother ran off to. You have an inkling he and his friends are probably jumping for joy at the prospect of it all.

As if it isn’t mere brainwashing.

Walking on the cobblestones, completely disorientated.

You think after you and Erwin’s intimacy, maybe he’ll help you. It was a long shot but you were desperate.

Failing your mother’s simple request was eating you alive. She never asked for anything in this cruel world apart from you to protect your brother. One thing.

One thing.

“…Erwin!” You cried out when you saw the familiar green cloak. You grasped at the fabric, causing him to turn to face you.

His eyebrows furrowed. Never in his life had he seen you like this. The once always put together town beauty is now reminiscent of a mad woman.

Dishevelled hair clung to your tear-streaked face. Shawl with frayed ends and smeared blood. The soft voice was now hoarse and raspy.

"I don't see the Training Corps until they graduate." He said, plainly. "So I have no clue what he could be up to."

"But...Erwin...? Don't you see how wrong this is...?! He's only fifteen, for goodness sake...he's a baby..!" Your voice cracked as your trembling fingers reached out to tug on his sleeve.

“There is nothing I can do." Erwin took a seat, and glanced out of the kitchen at you with a stern look, crossing his arms. “It is his decision. And to put it into perspective, when I joined I was also fifteen.”

“Do you know what everybody says about you, Commander Smith? That you lead people to their deaths for your own selfish desires. My brother is not soulless like you. He would not thrive in that hellhole the way you did.” You spat venomously, intending to go for the jugular.

"Selfish desires? Is that all you see?" He said, dangerously quiet. Not facing you, as if he was talking to himself.

"That’s all anyone ever sees, huh?” He said with a mirthless laugh, shaking his head. “That I am a... a monster."

Laughter overtook his body, as he clenched his fist. It was making you queasy, watching him go off on this tangent.

Through all the time you spent with Erwin Smith, something always hung over you. And it seemed as if this request to save your brother’s life was causing him to unravel before you.

The web he spun and entrapped you in. A false narrative he had created.

"He will join the Training Corps whether you like it or not. He has his convictions." He said as if the matter was closed.

You figure that was the moment. When his true nature was revealed. That the fear that always loomed over you when he spoke of the walls or outside had always been leading up to this moment.

Because those eyes you had once so lovingly gazed into and pictured marital bliss in, morphed into something so sinister, it sent shivers down your spine.

You wanted to scramble away from him. But you were frozen. Maybe he realised you now saw him for who he truly was. Because he said nothing and strode off.

Without even a goodbye.

“He’s so handsome when he smiles.”

Your eyebrows furrowed together as you tried to figure out where exactly you were.

Certainly not home.

Time and time again, you’d frantically arrange an array of vibrant throw pillows fished from the marketplace, switching between curtains that always had rich patterns that certainly weren’t crafted here.

Constantly bringing newly, freshly cut flowers in the elegant vases that cost a fortune, the porcelain always glinting in the moonlight.

No matter how much you tried to make the house seem lively, it would never be able to fully remove the stench of death that wafted through the streets of Shiganshina.

When you glanced up at the sky, it was a vibrant shade of blue you had never seen before. Tears were pricking at your waterline, you couldn’t even remember the last time the sun had beat down on your skin like this.

It was so warm, almost reminiscent of when your mother embraced you in her arms. Or your brother.

Or Erwin.

You wanted to tear your hair out. Why the hell did he come to mind when you thought about comfort?

“But he’s so handsome when he smiles.” That voice repeated. You wished it stopped.

He barely smiled and when he did it was only for you.

A genuine smile.

“It’s not the land of ice. Or water that burns but, I hope you like it all the same.” His voice was a gentle whisper.

You open your mouth to speak, but no noise comes out. Holding your throat, you grimace at the frustration.

Grass, lush green grass under your feet and between your toes. Nothing like the dying, sickly brown you were used to seeing.

This can’t be outside of the walls he told you about? This must be just a dream.

It doesn’t make sense.

“I’m a man who without a doubt will be cast into hell. I often took comfort in the possibility death may be a nothingness, but what of sinners like me? We deserve consequences. I think no punishment would take away the joy of being with you.”

You woke up with a jolt, skin slick with sweat as you gasped for air.

In the dark bedroom, the first thing that rammed into you with no mercy was the fact your brother was in the hands of a selfish and cruel man.

Failure. You failed your mother. You were entrusted with that boy, to keep him from harm.

A blood-curdling screech tore from your throat as you swung your fist in the air.

This overbearing need to tear your hair out, and scrape at your skin.

You were livid with yourself. There were layers to it all.

You loathe Erwin Smith. Yet in your dream, you were fawning over him.

When it was he who would be single-handedly responsible for your brother if he meets a grisly end.

author’s note: erwin 35, reader 28, her brother 15, anyways this was due how long ago…damn. sawry. if u reached dis far ty for reading 🤞🏽💓

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callsignlucky · 2 years

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talk to me, lucky (part 2)

summary: You're Maverick’s kid. You’re also Bradley Bradshaw’s best friend—or at least, you were. What lies between you two now is uncharted territory.

pairing: bradley "rooster" bradshaw/mitchell!reader

wc: 2.3k

a/n: sooooo likeeee i was genuinely expecting like three (3) people to read this. I'm so glad you guys like it, that means the world to me, so I'll continue this little series as long as folks want me to!

This part was purely self indulgent with the goal to make a Pete Maverick Mitchell so dad shaped that it might fix my own daddy issues. (didn't work but a girl can dream.)

Also!! I am purposefully trying not to comment on physical appearance! The reader is female, but her mother is intended to remain ambiguous. There is a lack of accessible fics on this website and want I POC to be able to enjoy this as well!

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The Hard Deck fell silent as soon as my hand made contact with his cheek. It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. All eyes were on us, but the only ones that mattered to me were Bradley’s.

They were as brown and as big as I remember, and he raised his hand to cup his cheek, brows knitted together in confusion as he stared at me. That only served to make me angrier, and I forced myself to take a step back before I hit him again and got myself into actual trouble. He was at a loss for words, and I was afraid if I said anything I’d reveal more of myself to the pilots to our left than I’d like. Without so much as a murmur of an insult, I turned, collected my phone and keys from the table, and made a beeline for the front door. As I was walking away, I heard Lieutenant Seresin laugh, making some quip to Bradley along the lines of what the hell was that about, Bradshaw?

My eyes found Penny’s, who knew and understood and looked at me with sympathy before patting my dad’s arm in goodbye as he slid off his stool. That made me feel rotten. He’d been so excited to reconnect with Penny, and here I was making a scene and ruining his evening. I bet he was thanking God the last name on my flight suit was my mother’s instead of his.

The air outside had cooled since the sun set, and I managed to speed walk down the block to where I parked my car before a hand caught my arm. I didn’t dare turn around, tears hot in my eyes, my heart still in my chest as I held my breath and waited. Much to my relief, the voice that spoke belonged to my father.

“Why don’t you ride home with me? You’re too upset to drive.” He said softly, and I shook my head, feeling more and more like I was nine years old as the seconds passed.

“I’ll walk.” I snipped, chest tightening with guilt at my tone. I was mad at him too, as much as I hated it. I blamed him for Bradley leaving, all those years ago, but I forgave him after a week. My father was all I had left, and I wasn’t prepared to lose him over an action he felt morally obligated to take. And Uncle Ice might have had something to do with me forgiving him so quickly.

Dad sighed from behind me. “You can’t walk all the way back to the house.”

“Who says I’m going back there?” My voice quivered, and even as he gently tugged on my arm I refused to turn around, arms crossed over my chest. The thought of going back to our base issued housing, that completely staged two bedroom home void of memories or light or emotion or Mom was already suffocating. Dad was quiet for a spell, probably thinking, before he inhaled sharply and spoke up.

“Alright, how about we go to the gas station for some slurpees and drink them at the beach?” His tone was light, and I didn’t have to be looking at him to know he had one eyebrow raised with that little smirk on his face. I perked up a little, and he tossed his arms around my shoulders from behind. “How bout it, Birdie? Or are you too grown to hang out with your old man?” He shook me a little, and I rolled my eyes with a small huff, turning in his arms. He had me with my nickname and he knew it, so I mustered the best pout I could.

“Can I get a large?” I asked, and Dad smoothed down my hair gently with a nod.

“Of course.” He stepped back and held out his hand, waggling his fingers and his brows at the same time. I laughed and rolled my eyes, taking his hand, and together we walked to where he’d found a spot to squeeze his bike. Like all the times I’d had before, I waited until Dad had slung his leg over the bike and walked it backwards before I slid on behind him. My arms wound around his middle and I unceremoniously shoved my face into his back, and I could feel him laugh as he eased the bike into a cruise. One hand came from the handlebar and clasped over mine, and I smiled faintly into the leather of his jacket as we picked up speed down the road.

I was one of the luckiest girls alive to have Pete “Maverick” Mitchell as a father. His military career alone opened more doors for my future than would’ve ever been possible without the Navy. Beyond that, he was—in my humble opinion—the best dad ever. Growing up, my father always put me first. He never accepted a promotion that would take him away from me more than he had to be, and after mom died he accepted a position that essentially grounded him so he could stay stateside, sacrificing his love for flying in order to raise his child.

In those years he never missed a ballet recital or softball game or debate competition, and he always made sure I went on whatever field trips my school was carting us off to. He made sure I had nice clothes and nice shoes and a reliable car and always, always made sure I knew how much he loved me.

Pete Mitchell thought I hung the moon from the second the nurse put me in his arms, and it has been that way ever since. He acted like a loving father should and then some, because that love always translated over to Bradley, too.

It was the same with me. Ever since I learned how to talk, some adult would smile at me and ask me what my daddy did for a living, and I’d smile with all my teeth (some of them missing on occasion) and say “My daddy is a hero!”, and I meant it every single time. I still do.

Dad and I ended up on a slice of beach far from the prying eyes inside The Hard Deck. I abandoned my socks and boots and rolled my jeans up before plunging my painted toes—the only femininity females were allotted in the Navy—into the cooled sand. I balanced my cherry Slurpee between my knees, eyes on the moon as it reflected off the water’s surface. Dad and I sat there in comfortable silence for a long while, just listening to the waves crash in.

“Are you mad at me? For slapping Bradley?” I asked finally, my voice quiet, lips wrapped around my straw. To my right, relaxed in the sand, my father shook his head.

“Not angry, just confused.” He pushed around the blue raspberry slush in his cup with his straw, eyes on the horizon, like always. “I’m trying to understand why you hit him. That’s not like you, and Bradley’s the last person I’d expect you to be violent with. When I saw your pictures next to one another in the debrief, I thought you’d be excited to see him again.”

Guilt hit me like the waves I was staring at. “I was, when I found out B and I both got pulled for this deployment. I was even more excited when I found out you were coming too, but that wore off pretty quickly when I remembered Bradley hasn’t spoken to either of us in years.” I set my cup down and leaned forward, hugging my arms around my thighs and watching my toes wiggle free of the sand before burying them again. “He abandoned us. We’re his family and he left, over something trivial.”

“Have you put yourself in his shoes?” Dad asked, and upon receiving my twisted up nose and furrowed brows in response, he took another sip of his drink before setting it aside and lying back in the sand. He opened up one arm and beckoned me forward, and suddenly I was six years old again after a nightmare as I lay down and rested my head on his stomach. His hand slowly began to work through my hair, his other arm propped beneath his head. “The only memories Bradley has of his old man are ones he learned from everyone else. He knew his dad was a pilot, he knew he was a hero, and as soon as he got old enough, he decided he wanted to follow in his footsteps. That remind you of anyone?”

I closed my eyes with a soft sigh, shrugging my shoulders. “No.” I muttered, folding my arms, and my head bounced with my dad’s little laugh.

“Well,” he drawled, twirling some of my hair around his finger, “it reminds me of Little Mav.” I grinned with my eyes still closed, turning my head away so he wouldn’t see. Little Mav was the nickname I had earned from my father’s fellow service men and women. I was his shadow whenever I could be, accompanying him to work with wide eyed wonder, amazed at all the things he could do. Uncle Ice had originated the nickname when he first met me at the ripe age of three, claiming I was twice the ball of energy that my father was and ten times cuter. I had him wrapped around my finger, too, which came in handy years later when my father tried to prevent me from enlisting. He never tried to pull my papers like he did with Bradley, but he did try and talk me out of it more times than I can count. Eventually he accepted the fact that I was determined to be a pilot, just like him, but was afraid my last name would set me back due to his reputation. While he was highly decorated and well respected within the Navy, the last name Mitchell tended to stiffen the spines and lock the jaws of quite a few admirals. So, thanks to our dearest Admiral Kazansky, I was able to enlist under my mother’s last name. I was grateful for it—the last thing I wanted was to be judged based on who my father was. Or worse yet, to be handed things because my old man was Maverick.

“That still doesn’t excuse what he did.”

“Would you have stuck around if I pulled your papers and set your career back as long as I did Bradley’s? Because believe me, I wanted to.” He wasn’t kidding and I knew it because yes, he never tried to have my enlistment papers pulled, but they had caused more than a few arguments before my father (with the help of his wingman) came to terms that I was a grown adult who made my own choices. It scared the hell out of him, having me up in the air, but he wasn’t going to stand in my way and risk losing me. He’d already learned his lesson with Bradley. I lay there quietly for a long moment, feeling my throat tighten up and my eyes sting with the threat of tears.

“He left us.” I murmured, choking out the last word and it was painful. “I…” Two words followed that, ones that I couldn’t force my mouth or my brain to conjure into reality.

“I know.” My father whispered, smoothing his hand over the top of my head with a heavy sigh, and I was so grateful I didn’t have to say it out loud. “That’s why you have to forgive him.”

“I don’t know how.” I whispered, sitting up when my father did and looking back at him. His hand cupped my cheek, his thumb swiping away a tear that had escaped, before he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the top of my head.

“You’ll figure it out, kiddo.” With a grunt he stood, holding a hand down and using it to pull me to my feet. I stooped down and scooped up my shoes and my Slurpee, before an arm was slung around my shoulders and we headed back up the beach. “In the meantime, I’m gonna take you to your car and pay my tab at Penny’s. Don’t wanna get in any more trouble with her than I already am.”

To that I smiled wide up at him. “Ooooh, you have a crush on Penny Benjamin.” I sang teasingly. “Try not to mess it up this time, Pops.” Dad grinned down at me, a look of mock offense on his face as he placed his free hand on his chest.

“Sometimes I think you’re Goose reincarnated.” He mused, and my smile softened. I rested my head on his shoulder, switching my things to one hand so I could wrap an arm around his middle.

“You think he would’ve liked me? Uncle Goose?” I asked quietly, and my dad sighed with a nod, one of those bittersweet smiles on his face.

“Oh, I happen to know for a fact that he loved you.” He squeezed my shoulder and I nodded.

“I’ll have to apologize to him for slapping his son.”

“If Goose is out there somewhere, I’m confident he’d agree that Bradley deserved it.”

I hummed with a slow nod, exhausted. Tomorrow was our first day at TOPGUN, and it was bound to be a big one as I faced the consequences of my action. “I hope Goose is with us. I’ll need him tomorrow.”

“He’ll be there, Birdie.” Dad assured me quietly, and if either of us had been looking up at the night sky, we would’ve seen the shooting star that passed over our heads at my father’s promise.

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neptune-scythe · 3 months

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Do you ever think about how Kaz making sure Inej is reunited with her brother is so he doesn't have to deal with his own grief?

Hear me out

Obviously he cares about Inej and wants her to have her family back and that's his main focus, or at least his main focus consciously

But here's the thing

They're mirrors of each other. Two people who lost brothers, Kaz's is gone forever ... But inej's is still out there (probably). Now we all know Kaz has never dealt with his grief, and probably barely even acknowledges it, mostly because he doesn't know how. That's not something people just ... Know how to do, grief is a process and if you don't have a single other person to help you or even be the slightest bit supportive it's going to be nearly impossible to grieve in a healthy way. Let alone being in a constant state of survival mode having to watch your back all the time because you're a kid in a very dangerous place and pretty much ever single person is an enemy, or at least not someone trustworthy or helpful. But I hella digress my bad

My point is Kaz hasn't dealt with the loss of his brother (why have I not used his name once? Bitch idfk my bad Jordie you deserve better bestie), which was a meaningless death. And by that I mean Jordie didn't sacrifice himself for some cause, he wasn't a casualty of a greater issue ... He just died. Because that what people do.

And especially for a kid who's all alone with not a single soul left on the earth who gives a damn about him, that's a pretty tricky concept to grasp. That your whole world, the most imporant person in your life could just die ... Just be completely gone in a moment. Thus why Kaz immediately blames Pekka and devotes his life to revenge, even though Pekka was only indirectly involved in Jodie's death. But blaming Pekka gives his death a meaning, it means there's something he can do to make it mean something.

Once again super digressed from my main point whoopsieeee. Hope y'all are enjoying the wild ride of my thoughts rn (I'm literally just stream of consciousness writing this shit, and for shits and giggles imma leave it that way no edits this is a first draft post you're welcome)

N E WAY

Jodie's death WAIT A SECOND HOW MANY TIMES HAS IT AUTOCORRECTED TO JODIE 💀

I'll never know because I'm not rereading this shit

Anyway

JORDIE's death meant nothing, and Kaz's revenge on Pekka didn't give it meaning either ... Which he probably knew deep down that it wouldn't. But those are the kinds of thoughts we ✨silence✨ because we need the rage for vengeance to keep us alive and doing things.

Now back to Inej and Harij.

Reuniting them will for Kaz make his own situation mean something (in my opinion don't at me these my head canon thoughts). That even though he can't bring his own brother back, he can bring back hers. And knowing that they're together will make his own grief a little easier to bear. It balances it out, if you will.

Two brothers lost, one brother found. Good math

OK BUT ALSO HAVE YOU CONSIDERED

Harij is Inej's younger brother

So consider Kaz is doing it as much for him as for Inej. He's making sure another little boy (he's obviously not a little boy anymore but like ... He was 12 ((idk how old he'd be know)) and that's plenty young) doesn't have to lose his older sibling forever.

And also consider

Kaz knows he doesn't deserve Inej, he knows he most likely won't always have her ... And more importantly she won't always have him.

He won't always be able to protect her, to keep her safe. But her brother could. Her brother could be there for her and her support her and even do a far better job (probs idk what bros personality is like but I bet Kaz Brekker is assuming shit too) than Kaz could. So by reuniting her with her brother he's making sure she's taken care of, that even if he lets her down, she'll never be alone.

Because real talk her

Y'all are allowed to have your head canons and shit I am NOT gatekeeping

But canonically Kaz Brekker is not the jealous or possessive type. If Inej wanted to leave him for someone else he'd be upset yeah but he's knows full well Inej is a living Saint and worth far more than he could ever deserve in a billion lifetimes, and he's also far more concerned with her happiness and well-being than what she can provide for him.

So he'd be satisfied being away from her, not knowing a single thing about her life, as long as he knows her brother is there with her.

He doesn't need to take care of her, he just needs to know that she is taken care of.

I rest my case

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(addition because I did actually reread it and damn I somehow forgot my entire point???

So yeah

About him using reuniting Harij and Inej as a way to avoid dealing with his grief.

It's like this

Brother dies

Kaz goes straight to revenge, never actually processes any of it, just jumps straight into making Pekka pay for it ... Which tbh is dealing with it in a sense but it's in a very passive way of going straight to doing without ever processing ... If that makes sense.

And that's repaying violence with violence, which leads to more violence. It's a cycle of destruction that Kaz is playing into, which is very hard to get out of once it starts.

But reuniting Harij and Inej is a break in that cycle. It's Kaz using his own pain as motivation and incentive to do something that will heal others. And making sure that neither Inej nor Harij get caught in the same cycle as Kaz did, it's using his own knowledge of that cycle to protect others from it. And more specifically, he doesn't know how to heal himself, he doesn't know how to move on or process and grieve, he doesn't know how to leave the cycle ... So he's helping Inej and Harij heal from their pain instead, and making sure they never enter the cycle.

Because he probably is well aware that revenge isn't the healthiest way to channel grief (but bro doesn't care because Pekka needs to be put in his place and we stan him for that), but channeling it into helping someone he loves is healthy.

And real talk here

Kaz probably believes he will never move on or heal from Jordie's death. Thus him being trapped in the ouroboros of suffering ... And go with me here.

If we view the ouroboros (snake eating its own tail if y'all don't know) as a literal scenario Kaz is trapped in, it's a mental prison basically, and one he has accepted that he will never leave. His fate is sealed, and he can't do anything to save himself from that.

BUT even if he can't ever break out of the ouroboros, he can keep others out, he can't save himself but he can save others from being trapped there as well.

And because of this he won't have to deal with the fact that he's trapped, he can focus all his energy on keeping others out ... And it gives it meaning. That even though he's trapped forever and can't do anything for himself, he can do something for other people because of it. Because the only way to avoid the ouroboros is if someone inside warns you.

That was a wild metaphor I hope that made sense lol

Also once again these are my head canons and I wrote it from Kaz's perspective so to speak, so when I say things like He cAn NEVer HeAl that's because that's what he thinks (imo) not what is objectively true. Healing is absolutely possible and bro can get it he just doesn't know it yet.)

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bestloversfan · 1 year

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Katniss admitting that she was/had been suppressing or denying her feelings for Peeta:

"[...]And then he gives me a smile that seems so genuinely sweet with just the right touch of shyness that unexpected warmth rushes through me.

A warning bell goes off in my head. Don't be so stupid. Peeta is planning how to kill you. I remind myself. He is luring you in to make you easy prey. The more likable he is, the more deadly he is." (The Hunger Games)

"I wish that Peeta were here to hold me, until I remember I'm not supposed to wish that anymore." (Catching Fire)

"He tucks me in and says good night but I catch his hand and hold him there. A side effect of the sleep syrup is that it makes people less inhibited, like white liquor, and I know I have to control my tongue. But I don't want him to go. In fact, I want him to climb in with me, to be there when the nightmares hit tonight. For some reason that I can't quite form, I know I'm not allowed to ask that." (Catching Fire)

"[...]Warmth radiates from the spot where his lips just touch my neck, slowly spreading through the rest of me. It feels so good, so impossibly good, that I know I will not be the first to let go. And why should I? I have said goodbye to Gale. I’ll never see him again, that’s for certain. Nothing I do now can hurt him. He won’t see it or he’ll think I am acting for the cameras. That, at least, is one weight off my shoulders." (Catching Fire)

"Because for a moment, even I am working through what Peeta has said. Isn’t it the thing I dreaded most about the wedding, about the future - the loss of my children to the Games? And it could be true now, couldn’t it? If I hadn’t spent my life building up layers of defenses until I recoil at even the suggestion of marriage or a family?" (Catching Fire)

"I move through the downstairs on hunter’s feet, reluctant to make any sound. I pick up a few remembrances: a photo of my parents on their wedding day, a blue hair ribbon for Prim, the family book of medicinal and edible plants. The book falls open to a page with yellow flowers and I shut it quickly because it was Peeta’s brush that painted them." (Mockingjay)

"September. That means Snow has had Peeta in his clutches for five, maybe six weeks. I examine a leaf on my palm and see I’m shaking. I can’t will myself to stop. I blame the coffee and try to focus on slowing my breathing, which is far too rapid for my pace." (Mockingjay)

"I’m light-headed with giddiness. What will I say? Oh, who cares what I say? Peeta will be ecstatic no matter what I do. He’ll probably be kissing me anyway. I wonder if it will feel like those last kisses on the beach in the arena, the ones I haven’t dared let myself consider until this moment." (Mockingjay)

"I don’t want to talk about Peeta. One of the best things about training is, it keeps me from thinking of him." (Mockingjay)

#just some textual evidences that Katniss was fighting her feelings for Peeta #and knew that deep down #🤭#katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #everlark #thg

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michelleleewise · 2 years

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Forget Me Not...

Pairing: Loki x reader

Warnings: mentions of injury, mentions of memory loss, depression, hurt, crying, anger, exhaustion, hallucinations, illness, all the angst, no happy ending in site......

Summary: Loki reads your letter, and is determined to find a way to get his memory back.

*I just want to say thank you to everyone who has read, commented and reblogged!! This has really become its own thing at this point and it means alot to me that you guys like it!!! This isn't the end......

Part two- Part three-

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Loki sat on the bed, running his hand through his hair, sighing as he opened the envelope, hoping something would spark some memory...

My Dearest Loki,

I hope this letter finds you well. I wanted you to know I didn't leave because of you, this was not your fault, so please don't blame yourself. The time we had together was the best of my life. You gave me something no one else ever had, love. No one before you could compare to you, and there could never be anyone for me after you. My heart will never be capable of loving another, I will forever be yours. Whatever happens, please know I will always be thinking of you, but I could not stay. The pain was too much to bear. I hope life gives you everything you've ever wanted, you deserve all of the love and kindness you think you are unworthy of. In the year that I got to share with you, I saw a side of you I believe not many, if any have seen. And I am honored to have been the one that you loved, that you trusted with your heart. I know life hasn't been kind to you, but it made you the beautiful person you are, never forget how simply amazing you are my love. Never let this world dim your light. And know, through everything you endure, and all the hardships you may face, I am with you, heart and soul. You have my heart, and you always will, forever.

All my love, always- y/n 💚

Loki sat, reading the letter over and over as he felt tears stream down his cheek. A year, he and been with you a year before the accident and he remembered none of it. He pulled the ring out, looking at it as the light reflected off of it. "How can I not remember you y/n?" He said to himself as he closed the box, setting it on the nightstand.

He wiped his face, getting up and heading to the kitchen, he needed something to help calm him. He sat the kettle on the stove, seeing Thor walk in "Brother. Could you not sleep?" Thor asked sitting down. "No, too much on my mind. You?" He asked "I as well, I just.....i wish things had been different." Thor said looking down. "Thor, i know you have told me before, but y/n and I, I was prepared to propose?" Loki aaked grabbing the tea bags "Yes Loki, you had been dating y/n for almost a year, you had just asked her to move in with you when...." he said training off.

"The accident." Loki finished leaning on the counter. "I am sorry brother, this is all my fault." Thor said running his hand through his hair. "From what i am told, it was an accident, a miscalculation." Loki said furrowing his eyebrows. "That may be, but if I hadn't.." he said looking at Loki, tears in his eyes "Thor, you are not to blame. I just.....how can I forget someone I care for so much?" Loki asked as tears formed in his eyes. Thor got up, walking around the counter standing in front of Loki "Don't stab me ok?" He said as Loki huffed a laugh and Thor pulled him into a hug.

Loki returned the hug as tears streamed down his cheeks "what am I going to do?" He asked as Thor released him. "I am not sure. It has been almost six months, and your memory has yet to return. I dont know if there is anything we can do." Thor said leaning on the counter. "I have been having dreams of her, memories I am sure of it now. They are trying to push through, but when I wake, they are gone." Loki said as the kettle screamed.

He stood sipping his tea "What of the witch, Wanda, can she not enter my mind?" Loki asked Thor. "I believe so but I don't think she likes doing it." He said looking at Loki. "I will speak to her tomorrow, I have to find a way Thor, and she may be my only hope" he said, setting his cup in the sink. "Then I shall go with you, I want to help anyway I can." Thor said as Loki nodded. He had a plan, he just hoped it wasn't too late.

You laid in bed, waking from another dream as you stared at the ceiling, tears streaming across your face. This time, your brain assaulted you with dreams of you and Loki..

"Do you know how much I love you y/n?" Loki asked, your limbs tangled together.

"Mmm, I think I may have an idea." You said smiling.

"Then you would be wrong my love." He smiled "I love you as the moon loves the stars. As the flowers love the sun. I have traveled through life, merely existing until I met you. Your smile, your laugh, your kind heart have all ignited my soul. I need you as I need air. Without you, I'm afraid my heart would stop and I would cease to exist." He said, gazing into your eyes, cupping your cheek.

You put your hand over your mouth, muffling your sobs as the tears continued. If this was life without Loki, you didn't want it. A world without him was one you didn't want to be in. But some small, tiny spot in your heart held hope. Hope that one day he would remember. One day he would come back to you. But would it be too late? He was already living with Melissa, what if he married her, started a family with her? What if he never remembered?

You sighed, getting up going to the bathroom you washed your face. Looking in the mirror you didn't recognize the person looking back at you. There was no joy in your face anymore. Dark circles prominent under your sunken eyes that didn't seem to sparkle anymore. Your hair a mess, and you were pretty sure you had lost weight as your clothes didn't fit as they used to. You decided maybe a walk would help.

You got dressed, slipping your shoes on you headed out. You trekked across the island as the sun came up. "I probably should have packed some water." You thought to yourself as you made it to the top of a cliff. Sitting down watching the sun rise in the sky. You looked out onto the vast ocean, you were truly alone. You felt the sweat rolling down your face as you felt a little dizzy. You got up, deciding to head back, standing you saw spots in your vision.

You sank back down to your knees, closing your eyes. "I just need to make it back, I'll be fine." You breathed, opening your eyes, you saw someone standing a few yards away "who.....whose there?" You asked shakily as they walked closer. "Love, you need to go back." You heard, shaking your head, you knew that voice. "L...loki? Is that you?" You asked rubbing your eyes, but your vision was still blurry. "I need you to go back, please." He said again as you swayed back and forth. "Ok, I've lost my mind." You sighed looking down.

You looked up again, seeing you were alone. "Loki! Are you there!?" You called out, getting no response as tears welled in your eyes. You laid down in the grass, looking out to the ocean. "I love you Loki." You whispered, closing your eyes as the darkness finally overtook you.

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venusjeon · 1 year

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dragon bond

you're forced to marry your older brother in the tradition of your house, but it's the younger one who owns your heart.

♔ PAIRING: prince!hoseok x princess!reader

♔ GENRE: house of the dragon au, angst, fluff, smut

♔ WORD COUNT: 5.2k

♔ WARNINGS: incest!! yup, they're targaryen bro&sis. JEALOUSY, underage making out+groping+grinding (hs 15/oc 17), swearing, drinking, bloodplay, "cheating", +18 oral, loss of virginity (guys i think i have a kink)

♔ AUTHOR'S NOTE: you don't really need to have watched house of the dragon or game of thrones to understand this (there are no spoilers btw) but just know it's its own medieval fantasy world. also, sorry it took longer than usual, school and the tedious smut bit at the end are to blame:(

120 AC

Today of all days, he was doing it again.

Your brother Yoongi was only five and ten years of age, yet he didn’t shy away from flirting with every lady or maid that crossed his path. It mattered not to him that your parents had betrothed you to one another, nor that most girls only indulged him because he was heir to the throne.

To you, his future queen, it did matter.

Crossing the great hall full of nobles who’d travelled to the capital from all over the Seven Kingdoms to celebrate your thirteenth name day, you reached Yoongi and dismissed the lady whose cheek he was caressing. Although she curled her upper lip at your curt tone, she wasted no time in running off, glad you’d intervened. Your brother wasn’t, especially when you grabbed his hand and dragged him to an empty balcony.

The views were beautiful, of the whole city and beyond, but each time you stood there you couldn’t help but wonder how many brothels in that labyrinth of alleyways Yoongi had frequented. In various occasions already, you’d heard him slip out of his chambers in the dead of night, seen him leave the Red Keep from your window… He always wore a cloak that covered his hair so no one on the streets would recognise him, but you reckoned the whores of King’s Landing knew well enough whom he was.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he spat after shaking you off assertively, with scant regard for whether he’d hurt you. He had a little, but you were too used to being treated so by him to complain. “Have you forgotten who I am?”

“My betrothed. Have you forgotten that I’m to be your queen, stand beside you when you sit on the Iron Throne? I think you must have, else you wouldn’t woo other girls so openly.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes. “I can do whatever I want, and it’s no business of yours.”

“Of course it is! You’re humiliating me before the court! How can I expect to be respected as a queen if my husband won’t respect me as his wife?”

“You’ll not be a queen, you fool,” Yoongi laughed, the sound pricking your heart as though it were a dagger. “You’ll be my consort, there to just breed me heirs. Nothing more. But this is not about respect, is it? It’s about jealousy.”

There it was, the twisting of the dagger. You couldn’t meet his gaze. “I don’t know w-what you’re talking about.”

Yoongi sighed. “Listen well, you’re a freak and I don’t like you, the only reason I’m marrying you is because father’s forcing me to. It’s getting annoying, your following me around, so stop it! Go play with your dolls, or sew, or whatever plain little girls do, but don’t make me suffer your presence any more than I have to.”

He left you there, frozen in your spot as his hurtful words sunk in. And that was it.

Unbeknownst to you, Hoseok was hiding in the shadows, had eavesdropped the whole thing. Two years younger, he was your other brother, and after witnessing Yoongi leave you in tears for demanding a crumb of mercy, he wished he was the only one.

✩ ✩ ✩

You were spending the night of your name day heartbroken, crying in your bed curled up in a ball.

It was true, what Yoongi claimed. You held a torch for him.

How could you not? He was older, dashing, handsome. You watched in awe as he trained in the courtyard, or flew around on his mighty dragon; blushed whenever his eyes landed on you—even if it was momentarily—or he mentioned you by name, or held your hand in public events.

Now, you weren’t stupid. It was clear he didn’t return your feelings... You had just hoped someday he might.

Were you from any other family, it’d be a blasphemous scandal, but intermarriage to keep the lineage pure was the norm for yours. Targaryens were said to be closer to the gods than to men, after all, so different rules applied.

Perhaps people thought that because you were dragonlords, could ride the magical creatures that helped your ancestors Aegon, Visenya, and Rhaenys conquer the Seven Kingdoms some hundred and twenty years ago. Perhaps they did because you looked like deities, with your silver hair and purple irises, and still spoke the language of old Valyria. Or perhaps it was because the future was shown to some members of your house through dreams.

It didn’t matter why. It wasn’t true, anyway. No goddess could be as pathetic as you, rejected by her own intended on her birthday.

Then amid your woe, someone knocked on the door of your chambers. Wiping your wet cheeks, you sat up. Who would bother you so late, past midnight? Part of you wished it was Yoongi bringing a sincere apology, but when you gave permission to enter, it was your other brother who came in with a lit candle in hand.

“Hoseok?”

He approached the bed shyly, almost embarrassed. You guessed why when he asked, “Can I sleep here with you tonight?”

Nodding, you made some space for him. “Had another nightmare?” It was your mother’s bed he usually climbed to, yours only when she had been called to your father’s. You didn’t mind it at all. Tonight, in fact, you were glad he’d cuddle up to you like a pup.

Hoseok placed the candle on your bedside table and lay beside you under the sheets, shaking his head. “I didn’t want you to be sad on your own. I heard what Yoongi said to you earlier…”

“Oh…” You were the embarrassed one now. “It’s fine. He’s always like that, so I know not to take it to heart. I’m not sad... but thank you for caring. You are sweet, brother.”

Setting aside the clear lie for a moment, Hoseok held in a sigh. Brother. Why did you never call Yoongi that?

“He doesn’t deserve it, you know?” he muttered, making you frown. “Your heart.”

Were your damned feelings common knowledge? It was supposed to be an ideal situation to fancy one’s betrothed, but if people learned it was one-sided, your humiliation would be twice.

“H-He doesn’t have it.”

“Stop lying, yes he does!” Hoseok was upset, but you couldn’t fathom why. What was it to him if you chose to keep your infatuation secret? Despite the mutual affection, you weren’t that close. He took a deep breath to regain composure, then said quietly with his purple eyes cast down, “It should be me that you were marrying.”

A chuckle escaped you. “What?”

“Yoongi is a cunt and a bully. He treats you like– Well, he mistreats you! Yet you still follow him around, hoping in vain that he’ll turn into a charming prince like those from the poems you read. I know I’m not one either…” he found the courage to look up and hold your hand under the sheets, and your smile disappeared, “but I would never be mean to you, Y/N. I’d be honoured to take you to wife.”

Afraid of rejection, Hoseok had promised himself to never reveal he was smitten by you. How could he meddle in the betrothal of his siblings? He’d learned to endure the nightmares in which you faced a lonely and miserable married life, but after seeing Yoongi make you cry, he couldn’t let you forgive him again, pretend nothing had happened.

You, in all honesty, were shocked. There hadn’t been a moment when you’d thought of Hoseok as anything other than a little boy. Although… that was exactly what Yoongi thought of you.

Had you been in love with the wrong brother all along?

It wasn’t something one could choose, sure, but Hoseok’s confession had felt like a slap back into reality. The Yoongi you loved and were loved by was fictional, the Hoseok who’d always been kind to you of flesh and blood—the same blood as you.

“I think that, like Aegon the Conqueror…” you took his hand in yours, “I’ll keep company with one sibling out of duty and with the other out of desire.”

An exhale of relief quickly turned into a blushing smile on Hoseok’s face, and you smiled too, pleased at the turn of events.

Your name day was ending on the loveliest note.

By the time you were seven and ten, you still hadn’t married Yoongi. And thank the gods for that.

Alliances were achieved through the means of marriage, and your father feared tying two of his children with a knot might mean two missed opportunities, so the wedding was indefinitely delayed. What worried you was that if your hand was given to some distant lord, you’d be forced to leave King’s Landing and in doing so, Hoseok.

As the years passed and you grew up, so did the love you bore each other.

He was the only person who made you lose track of time, so at ease did you feel when you were with him—which he made certain was constantly.

And when you weren’t together with smiles plastered on your faces, he was learning how to play songs on his harp to later recite to you, or training to win every joust and dedicate you his victory with a wreath of flowers; and you weaving him garments with threads of gold so everyone would envy his riches, or writing to travellers so they’d come to court and tell him about the world he so longed to explore on dragonback.

Hoseok had been knighted recently, and that being added to his fine looks made every girl at court drool for him. He payed attention to none. His heart was yours alone. The knighting had meant nothing for Yoongi, however, who mocked him for not yet having bonded with a dragon.

Whatever interest you’d once harboured for your older brother had sailed away, never to return. Now, you didn’t hesitate to send him to the seven hells whenever he hurled words of abuse at Hoseok. You’d then assure the latter that his worth wasn’t measured in whether or not he was a rider, and that he would get a dragon one day. In the mean time, he sat behind you on the saddle with his arms wrapped around your waist when you flew your own above the clouds.

But all that was during the day. At night, Hoseok had made a habit of slipping into your chambers.

Fortunately, he’d not suffered from nightmares in years, which led him to believe they weren’t premonitory dreams. So even if you were married to another, Hoseok could and would make you happy.

You’d spend hours talking, laughing, caressing each other, kissing... It was hard to hold back when all you wanted was for him to consume you like fire, but contrary to popular belief, Targaryens weren’t immune to the flames, so if you burned, you wouldn’t rise again. That is, if you fell pregnant and the affair was discovered, society would brand you as a whore for the rest of your life and beyond. Without doubt, history books would record such shameful conduct.

Besides, Yoongi wouldn’t take kindly to it. Not at all out of jealousy, but because the only aspect in which he cared about you was procreational. If he couldn’t be sure your children were his, he’d get rid of you once he became king. Of Hoseok too, knowing him. Fear of that demise was enough to scare you into stopping right before matters ever escalated.

That night, however, neither seemed able to stop.

Lying on your bed, Hoseok was devouring your lips with a hunger foreign to him. His kisses were usually chaste and slow, now wet and urgent, as if he was going to die the next day and wanted to make the best out of what time he had left.

His tongue didn’t tire of exploring yours, sliding across it, tasting it, producing the lewdest sound. The only instants he put it out of your mouth was to lick his lips and in turn coat yours with his saliva, eager to keep going, keep taking your breath away.

When your arms curled around his neck, Hoseok got the hint that you wanted his body against yours and readily obliged, drawing close enough to feel your chest rise and fall as you panted, and your heart race. His hand travelled from your cheek down to your neck, and he had to restrain the urge to choke you. How pretty you’d look with his hand around your throat… But no, he moved lower and cupped your breast. Hells, why were you still wearing clothes? He wanted to lick your nipples until they hardened. His cock was certainly already so.

To his delight, you moaned against his lips when his grip tightened, so he kept groping your breast, though careful not to near the edge of pain—the only of which you felt was in your core, uncomfortable enough to make you squirm.

Hoseok noticed, sneaked his knee between your thighs so his own would come to contact with your aching spot, and he began grinding, the friction making you pull away from the kiss to gasp. Only then did you realise how wet you were, juices likely dampening not only your nightgown, but your brother’s also.

“Hoseok…”

Shaky breath warm against your skin, he whispered in your ear, “I know, darling one. It feels good, hm? I’ll give you just what you need…” He next kissed your neck, sucked on it as he had your tongue. The feeling was so lovely that you minded not he would mark you. You minded not a single thing in the world, actually. “Gods, Y/N… I want to kiss you between your legs too...”

It took a few seconds, but the spell did break.

You pulled Hoseok away. “How do you know that is a thing that is done?”

This was the same boy who, some weeks past, was convinced running his fingers through a girl’s locks brought her pleasure, so there was a hint of sudden fear in the purple of his eyes. That he’d been caught. “I was told by Lord Taehyung. He is married, as you know.”

At once, you got up, hugged yourself. Hoseok sank his elbows on the bed, and with his gaze followed you pace around nervously. “Nobody knows you better than I. Do you think I can’t tell when you’re lying?”

“I’m not!”

Anyone would call you a fool, tell you that you should’ve seen it coming, that possessing a man’s heart was no assurance he wouldn’t stray from fidelity. But Hoseok had proved to be different… Was it your fault, then, because you’d failed to satisfy his needs?

“Who is she?”

Hoseok dropped his head on the pillow with a deep sigh, then laboriously sat up. “It was in a brothel.”

You felt a lump form in your throat, tears in your eyes. “You went to a brothel…”

“It’s not what you think.” Hoseok moved to the edge of the bed, but you took a step back, so he knew to remain sat. “Yoongi dragged me there. He said it was time I became a man. I wanted to leave, but he wouldn’t let me, made me at least watch... I touched nobody and nobody touched me, I swear, Y/N. The only good thing I take from it is that I learned some ways in which to please you.”

You stared at him in silence for a while. He was telling the truth, but then, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want Yoongi to upset you again.” He looked down, voice sinking into a whisper as he confessed, “And it is a hard claim to defend… I was afraid you wouldn’t believe me.”

“My love, I believe you.” Having exhaled the air from your lungs that anguish had been withholding, you sat beside Hoseok and held him in an embrace comforting for both. “Yoongi will pay for this. I promise you, someday he will.”

Your brother buried his face in the crook of your neck, and you caressed his silver hair. “I love you more than I hate him. If he’s to pay, let it be by another’s hand. Don’t let him come between us.”

“He won't. Ever”

Your father made up his mind when you reached the age of twenty.

In front of half the realm’s nobility at the great hall, you and Yoongi were dressed in traditional Valyrian robes, performing the rites of marriage.

Harder than he should’ve, the bastard sliced your lower lip with a sharp piece of dragonglass, then dug his thumb in the small wound and smeared its blood on your forehead, tracing the shape of a rune. You did the same to him. Next, each cut into your respective palms and joined them over a goblet while a priest explained that the mixing of blood signified becoming one with the other. You had to suppress a gag when made to take a sip, for it was plausible Yoongi’s blood was all kinds of diseased.

“With this kiss I pledge my love, and take you for my lady and wife.”

“With this kiss I pledge my love, and take you for my lord and husband.”

In the crowd, Hoseok turned his head away. He had not wanted to attend the ceremony—in fairness, neither had you or Yoongi—but your parents forced him. They were about the only people who could make him do anything anymore.

Ever since he’d bonded with the world’s oldest and fiercest dragon, nobody dared fuck with him, not even his older brother. That was why, when he caught some lords watching him turn away from the kiss, they immediately looked down in fear. Unfortunately, the rumours about the affair you were having with him being whispered at court weren’t so easily scared away, and you’d had to spend less time together in public so as not to spur them on.

Above the clouds, though, there were no witnesses.

That’s where Hoseok’s mind was during the feast, up in the sky.

You looked so beautiful in that white dress, with your soft, silver hair tied in a long braid that fell down your back, but he couldn’t stand seeing you sat at the end of the table next to Yoongi, who’d caused you both so much pain; kept bouncing his leg, playing with his food, giving curt answers to anyone who spoke to him… because the worst was yet to come.

Once the sun disappeared below the horizon, you’d be escorted to Yoongi’s chambers and deflowered.

He would get to be inside you.

Would he hurt you? Or would he… satisfy you? It was horrible, but Hoseok genuinely didn’t know which was worse. What kept him from deciding was the lively song that the musicians started playing, and everyone rushing to dance.

Your mother gave Yoongi a look at which he rolled his eyes. Dance with your bride, it commanded. Grudgingly, he held out a hand to you, who turned to your father with a pleading expression only to receive the same look. Dance with your groom. So with a sigh, you took Yoongi’s hand and followed him to the centre of the hall.

And Hoseok had to watch you dance with him just as your dragons had danced together in the air.

That was it for him. He quickly excused himself to your parents on the account of a headache and stormed off, pushing through the people who’d flocked to act as an audience to those dancing. He was about to go up the small steps leading to the entrance when someone grabbed his arm to stop him.

“Please, don’t go. I need you close.”

How you’d slipped out of the dance floor unnoticed, Hoseok didn’t know, but still, he freed himself from your grasp carefully so as not to hurt you, and whispered, “I can’t see you with him.”

“He means less than nothing to me, my love. And I to him.”

Hoseok knew that. Yet when he glanced down at the cut on your lip, he was reminded of the fact that you’d become of one flesh with another in such an intimate ceremony. It made his blood boil.

“I can’t take it, Y/N. I’m sorry.”

He walked away and left you there, having to face the rest of the day without him. Could you blame him, though? You’d react the same way, would’ve left ages ago... It was the gods whom you damned for making Yoongi the older brother.

✩ ✩ ✩

Past midnight, Hoseok couldn’t sleep.

It must’ve been what, a quarter since the bedding had begun? He wondered if you were still at it, plaguing flashes crossing his mind of your bare body under Yoongi’s. Were you moaning? Gripping the sheets? Begging for him to go harder? Disgusting. He couldn’t shake them away, every time he tossed and turned a new one surfacing among his thoughts. He was going to resort to pulling his hair to make them stop when his chambers’ door opened.

Hoseok sat up without delay, reaching for the blade under his pillow, but from the shadows it was you who emerged.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?”

There was some light, at least, that of the moon entering through the window, and it made something you carried shine. Hoseok got up from the bed and walked over, once he was close discerning the piece of dragonglass from the wedding in your hand.

“I’m right where I belong,” you declared. “With you.”

“It’s your wedding night. What of your husband?”

“He drowned in his wine cup at dinner. The second he lay on his bed, he was snoring… All the better.”

Hoseok pressed his lips together and sighed through his nose. “If it’s not tonight, it’ll be tomorrow.”

“But tomorrow, I’ll already be yours.” You raised the dragonglass and once more cut into your lip. It hurt as much as earlier, but this time you did it willingly. Hoseok frowned when you placed the piece on his lip. “I may be married to our brother by law, but I’m marrying you for love.”

He flinched at the cut. “But this means nothing to the world.”

“It does to us. And not only that, don’t you understand? After tonight, whatever children I have will be assumed to be Yoongi’s. The risk keeping our bodies apart is gone.” You drew the rune on Hoseok’s forehead with his blood, and on board, he did the same to you. “A goblet?” He ran to get one from his bedside table, gulped the wine inside it as he returned to your side. Soon, it was filled with the blood of both, emptied when each drank from it. “Targaryens are dragons, Hoseok. Fire made flesh. And once a dragon bonds with a rider, it is to the death. I bonded with you long ago.”

The moonlight made the tears forming in Hoseok’s eyes shine just as it had the dragonglass.

“With this kiss I pledge my love, and take you for my lady and wife.”

“With this kiss I pledge my love, and take you for my lord and husb–”

You hadn’t finished saying it when Hoseok smacked his lips on yours, impatient to make you his, make up for too many years of restraint[PG1] .

Neither therefore wasted a breath in taking off the other’s nightgown, and Hoseok swallowed hard when he saw your naked body for the first time since infancy, you almost feeling faint at the sight of his... Your brother was clearly a man grown now and as a woman, you couldn’t keep away any longer.

He let you drag him to the bed and have him lie over you, knees and elbows sunk at your sides, but did nothing more than admire your features with half-lidded eyes as if he didn’t share your hunger anymore. You tried to kiss him again, and he even pulled back.

“Lykirī,” he murmured in High Valyrian as a rider did to their dragon.

Be calm.

Much as he struggled to resist your tempting, Hoseok knew it’d be over sooner than hoped for if you lost yourselves to lust so early.

He placed a finger under your chin and raised it. “Dohaerās.”

Serve me.

Oh, he needn’t ask twice. Your fingers skimmed across his back and waist until reaching his hard erection, then curled around it to move up and down painfully slowly, at which Hoseok gulped. In part, you wanted him to wrap his own hand around your throat and order you to stop teasing, behave, but the excitement to please him betrayed your mischief.

Eyes locked with yours, a scorching sensation was building up in his core that spread through his body like wildfire the tighter you gripped, the faster you pumped, and he wanted to let go so badly… But the reward of coming inside you was a great incentive to find a distraction to focus on until then, such as his erratic breathing.

You felt it on your skin, hot like a dragon’s. It mingled with yours and scented the air with wine and desire, and seeing the latter reflected on your eyes made Hoseok’s tensed arms begin to shake out of weakness. You quickly caught up on it and so sat up, forcing him to do the same.

“Y/N, what–”

“Sh, my love…”

Hoseok didn’t know what you were up to until you bent over and took him in your mouth, sucking hard as your head bobbed up and down his length. Despite the stinging of your cut, you found yourself revelling in the feeling of his throbbing gliding against your lips and tongue, becoming wet enough to ease right between your legs.

“Ah, just like that…” Hoseok wondered if you could tell he was only just quelling the urge to pin your wrists over your head and pound you until sunrise, until it hurt for both—you could. It made you want to try harder to provoke him. At least, you were satisfied he was unable to contain the groan that followed when you took all of him in, the tip of his cock hitting against your throat a few times until you had to pull it out to cough. “Gods, Y/N…”

You laughed, rather embarrassed, “Gainly, I know…”

Hoseok smiled before he cupped your cheeks and led your lips coated with saliva and blood still to his. All flushed, you’d never looked prettier. “As I want you.”

The way he looked at you, so devotedly and without judgement, you felt no shame whispering in his ear, “How else do you want me?”

You could’ve sworn you caught Hoseok’s pupils engulf the purple of his irises as a nervous, low chuckle escaped him. It was always fun to entice him. He whispered back, “Lie on your back and spread your legs.”

You followed his command with eagerness, welcomed the pain in your wound when he leaned in to kiss you deeply, and your delight in turn sweetened his blood, driving you to suck on his lip. He did want to be consumed by you in any way, but a hiss forced him to pull away. The two of you couldn’t help but laugh, yet the butterflies returned with the first kiss of the trail that Hoseok began leaving all the way from your neck to your thighs, each marked with blood on your skin.

His breath hit against your maidenhood the second he hovered over it, making you shiver with anticipation, and seeing this he decided against torturing you any longer. While his hands groped your breasts as he knew you liked, Hoseok’s tongue delved between your wet folds until reaching your clit and licking it side to side without pause, occasionally straying downwards again to tease your entrance with his tip. You could barely keep still, squirming and bucking your hips into Hoseok’s face, moaning from behind the teeth sank like fangs into your bottom lip. He’d dreamed of making a feast out of your cunt for years, and now that he was finally tasting your juices, your pleasure, he realised the wait had been worth it.

“Keligon daor, valonqar…” he heard amongst your pants.

Don’t stop, brother.

But he was going to. He knew you needed more, and it was time he gave it to you.

The pressure of Hoseok’s tongue was straight away missed, but the tip of his cock replaced it after he’d got closer to kiss you again. It rubbed on your clit as a consequence of stroking himself, and with an exhale your head dropped on the pillow, your eyes closing.

Hoseok took the chance to gently push his erection through your entrance, earning a gasp he interrupted with a kiss. You would’ve smacked him for taking you off guard had he not started rolling his hips like that, moving in and out of you slowly so you could get used to the stretch. There had been a slight stinging but now it felt so nice that suddenly, all your brain could think of doing was wrapping your arms and legs around him to pull him closer.

“You want me deeper?” he whispered before nibbling on your earlobe. You had not the strength to answer, only whimper, but Hoseok understood. And burying himself inside you all the way in a few times, with the scant moonlight shimmering on his blood, sweat, and purple irises, you’d never been so attracted to him. “You’re so tight, I can’t believe it…”

“Hoseok… More, please,” you begged, and it was an order he was keen to obey.

Intertwining your hands, he started pounding you hard enough to send you into a daze similar to the one wine would heave you to, only, overflowing with desire. Hoseok grunted in the crook of your neck with every thrust and you moaned loudly in return, not caring whether all of King’s Landing would hear. There was no need to hold back anymore, not now that you were both so desperate to reach your high.

Soon enough, your walls did indeed begin to clench around Hoseok’s cock, which forced him to fuck you so fast that tears of pleasure formed in your eyes and you had to hold your breath as a heavenly sensation engulfed you whole. You didn’t return to your earthly body until Hoseok finished too, his warm seed filling you.

Afterwards, he kissed you softly and with your eyes closed, both remained still for a while.

“I love you, Y/N.” His tone told you that there should be no doubt of it, that he was there and not going anywhere. The corners of your lips curled into a smile.

“I love you too.”

You kissed his nose, then opened your eyes to see Hoseok already looking back at you, like nothing else in the world mattered more. His gaze wandered about your face, then fell on your mouth. He scoffed, “The court will be suspicious when they see my lip is sliced also.”

“Then let me kiss it better, brother.”

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akirawrites24 · 11 months

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Hi!

Could I please get some Yusuke Kitagawa x F!Reader smut? Perhaps where the reader has been trying to drop hints that she wants to fuck but bro is completely oblivious until she literally pins him down and says "I need you to fuck me, Yusuke!"

Feel free to ignore, but thanks for reading my ask! 💙

Ooh boy-

Letting you know that it has been an extremely long while since I've written smut. Hopefully you enjoy it!

Warnings: smut, loss of virginity (Yusuke), minor spoiler for 2nd palace, protection, Vaginal fingering, handjobs, making sure of consent

Pairing: Yusuke Kitagawa x Female!Reader

An edit: I only saw now that you asked to pin him down-Im so sorry I only noticed when this piece was finished. Hope you are still happy with the result though!

Fandom: Persona 5

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If there is one thing to describe Yusuke, it would be: not understanding stuff.

Like, really. He never understood that he can't follow people around to ask them to be a model, and a nude model for that matter. He also doesn't understand that his fellow Phantom Thief ally and girlfriend wants to have sex with him unless it is being said.

What was she supposed to do more? It was obvious, but also this is something Yusuke doesn't understand.

One time, she literally send him a text with: I want you. But the only thing he replied with was:

Yusuke: Want me to do what? You want to go to mementos? I can ask our leader if we can go today.

So yeah, that already didn't work. So, what did [Name] think next? She once stood naked in front of him while sitting on the bed.

"Oh, I didn't know you wanted me to paint you nude! I didn't know how to ask you as the last time I did that, it didn't go well", was what Yusuke had said.

Time for attempt number 3! She asked him what he thought about having sex with her. You would think he would finally get it right?

Wrong.

"I don't have any experience in the matter. I don't have an opinion on it. I have been locked away from the world most of the time, remember? Neither did I have any desire to do so. Why did you ask?"

Oh, so THAT is why he never picked up the hints. It makes [Name] even wonder if he ever got educated on the matter. He most likely did, but didn't think much of it. It's like he said, he barely talked to people thanks to Madarame, the bastard who only used him for his art.

"Because I really want to take our relationship to the next level", his girlfriend said. And once again, he still didn't understand where she was going.

"You mean like, moving in together? I must give you my apologies, but I think we are a little bit too young for that? I don't even think we legally-"

He didn't even got to finish his sentence before he was being kissed on the lips. He kissed her back of course, even if he was startled. They sometimes kiss like normal couples do, but never ever kissed with the tongue.

Well, he didn't. [Name] went for the first move as clearly wouldn't get what she would want.

That doesn't mean he didn't enjoy it, but he sure didn't really know what to do after.

"No, my lovely fool. I want to have sex with you, if that is okay with you. I have been dropping hints, but you didn't really understand them", she said while smiling softly at him.

He was confused a bit, still coming down from the surprise of tongue kissing. 5 seconds later is when he finally understood. He even grew red in the face a bit.

"O-Oh…I am sorry that I never noticed! How can I be a good partner for you if I do not know what my muse wants-"

"No, no, no. Don't be like that. You can't blame yourself for something you didn't know", she said while cupping his cheek in her hand. He is such a fool sometimes, but that is one of the things she likes about him.

He then proceeded to hold her own hand, being happy that she didn't mind such a mistake. Mistakes are made, it is fine.

"Then allow me to make it up to you by making love to you", he said, with full confidence. Well, still in that smooth voice of his but there was a confidence in that. Now it was [Name]'s turn to be caught of guard.

"Are you sure? I don't want you to feel pressured by it purely because I asked you to and you didn't know… Are you sure you want this?", She said, looking him in the eyes.

Yusuke nodded, a hint of pink on his cheeks. It is adorable, really.

"But I'd like to request you helping me out, as I told you earlier, I have no idea of what to do and make it feel good for you", he said.

"Of course, I would love too"

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As of right now, they are in the bed, naked. All the necessary equipment is with them. They also have removed all their clothes, except for their underwear that is.

"Let's take it slow okay?", she said, to which he agreed too.

They started to kiss with the tongue for a while, until she went to kiss his neck. Yusuke was moaning softly, figuring out that he should do the same thing with her.

They both enjoyed it for sure, and did so for three minutes.

"Do I have permission to go lower?" , [Name] was clearly caught more off guard when Yusuke was the one that suggested it. She didn't think he would be so straightforward as this would be his first time.

That didn't stop her from answering though. "Yes, you have permission to go lower", she said while looking lovingly at him.

Once he was sure, she went to kiss her breasts, admiring everything about her. He never got to see it up close, only seeing it when she volunteered to do nude paintings.

She held his hair, encouraging him to go further. She had no desire in stopping him, and it would appear that he doesn't have the desire to stop either.

She could feel herself getting more wet every time he asked her for permission to go further and to touch and kiss her there. It made her even think if he really was a virgin.

The truth is, in the time they were preparing everything to do this, he was researching on how to make it feel good for the both of them. And he is happy that he did, now knowing what to expect of it.

"Would it be okay if I would pleasure your clitoris?", He asked her. In that deep voice of his, what can a girl do then only blush? She once again gave her consent to it, and he took her panties off, exposing her vagina.

He added some pressure on it, making her eyes flicker. He took that as a sign to go further, rubbing it gently.

He could feel himself getting hard when she did, and he had the urge to touch himself down there as well.

"Let me, let me return the favor", [Name] said as she pointed at his erection.

"If you want to", was the only thing he said before she took off his boxers and gently started to rub him, being careful. This was his first time after all.

Immediately, he moaned a little. He was aware that this would feel good, but not THIS good. If anything, he already felt like he was losing himself.

The room was filled with soft moans from the two, feeling pleasure from one another. And this went on for a few minutes at best.

"Should I finger you? It's part of intercourse, right?", Yusuke said. He clearly got needy and wanted to go to the next phase already. And who was she to deny it?

She nodded and took her panties off, which were completely drenched already. Yusuke knew this was natural and that it would be easier to access her.

She laid down and stopped rubbing him while spreading her legs, giving him easy access. She nodded, giving permission again.

Slowly but carefully, he put a finger in her. After he had to search for the right hole that is. It was a little funny.

Immediately she moaned and arched her back while gripping the sheets. It would look like she is enjoying herself a lot. He understood that and slowly thrusted his finger in and out of her.

If anything, he gets more turned on by the looks of it. He really should have noticed the signs sooner, he wanted to make her happy after all.

Seeing how good it felt for her, he decided to enter another finger, scissoring them to get her more stretched out. And at her reaction, it looks like she enjoys that a lot.

He kept pumping them in and out, while also paying attention to her clit. He could feel her tighten up a little, what he thinks means she is going to reach her climax soon.

"Wait, stop", she said, making him stop immediately and looking at her.

"Did I do something wrong? I'm so sorry if-"

She just reached up and kissed him while shaking her head.

"You didn't do anything wrong, trust me. I just wanna finish with you", she said while catching her breath.

He tried his best to understand it, and luckily he did.

"Bare with me, I don't have experience in this…", he said as she placed himself between her legs and grabbed a condom together with some lube.

She helped him with everything, as she is more experienced in the matter. She made that very obvious.

After putting the condom on and lubricating both of them, she guided him in her vagina.

He gripped the sheets himself, not used to this at all. "So t-tight..!", He hissed out. Yet he didn't complain about it. How pleasurable that it felt! Now he really wishes he saw her hints sooner.

[Name] herself was arching her back, feeling him pushing into her until he was all the way in. And they stayed like this for a while, having to get used to each other.

If anything, it looked like Yusuke was holding himself back not to thrust. It was obvious that he waited for her sign to move.

"It's okay, you can move now", she whispered, and moaned when he started to move a little. Most likely experimenting with what they both like.

"My muse..I wanna go faster…Please, can I?", He said, trying to hold himself back. If he knew that sex would be this good, he would have wondered about it much earlier.

"Go as fast as she can, I want to feel all of you!", She moaned, completely loving this feeling. She has been craving for this for so long, and now she finally has it.

He didn't had to be told twice as she practically pounded in her, totally forgetting how to make it feel good for her too and is just letting himself go. But she didn't complain, this is what she wanted after all.

"It feels so good..I'm so sorry that I didn't understand it, I wish we could have done this sooner!", he groaned out, losing himself in the pleasure.

If she wanted to say something, she wouldn't have been able to with the amount of pleasure she is getting. For someone who was a virgin 2 minutes ago, he is a natural at this. Hitting her in just the right places.

He knew it too that he was doing things right, especially as he could feel her tighten up. He knew that this meant she was close to her orgasm again.

He was close too, but he wanted to make her feel even more good. He rubbed her clit once more and and it did enough for her to cum on his dick. At the same time, he climaxed in the condom while breathing heavily, trying to catch his breath.

"I'm gonna pull out now..", he said as he then undid the condom and threw it in the garbage.

"I love you, don't forget that", she said as she grabbed his hand and pulled him in the bed, wanting to be close to him.

He chuckled and stroke her hair.

"I love you too"

#yusuke kitawaga #smut warning #yusuke kitagawa x reader #yusuke #yusuke x reader #female reader #readerinsert #persona 5 #persona 5 smut #yusuke smut

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goodnightmemes · 8 months

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THE TUDORS SEASON TWO SENTENCE STARTER (PART TWO)

s02e06 - s02e10

❛ Will you come to my bed tonight? ❜

❛ You are marrying into a great family. You will do it, whether you like it or not. Do you understand? ❜

❛ Something's going to happen to me. ❜

❛ Don't talk like this. Nothing is going to happen to you. ❜

❛ I'm unable to give a King a son; a son to be the living image of his father. ❜

❛ It's all right. Everything is going to be all right. Please don't cry. I love you. I'll look after you, I swear. ❜

❛ I like you and enjoy your company. But you have a reputation: you gamble and you whore. You sail close to the wind. God forbid it should ever blow you onto the rocks. ❜

❛ I have no doubt what so ever that Your Majesty's reign will always be remembered. ❜

❛ Are you amusing yourself at my expense? ❜

❛ I swear to you it will never happen again. I love you too much. I have no right to ask you to believe me. But it's true. ❜

❛ Is she one of your mistresses? How many do you have? What are their names? ❜

❛ Here's the truth: you must shut your eyes and endure like your betters have done before you. ❜

❛ How can you say that to me? Don't you know that I love you a thousand times more than [name] ever did! ❜

❛ Don't you know that I can drag you down as quickly as I raised you? ❜

❛ This is lucky you have your bed already, madam, because if you did not, I wouldn't give it to you again. ❜

❛ Listen to me. You're the Queen! For the love of God, act like it! ❜

❛ At least seem happy. Not a heap of misery! ❜

❛ It's been tasted. It's not poisonous. ❜

❛ I am not "your dear". I am nobody's "dear!" I am a woman and I demand equal respect for my ideas! ❜

❛ Why are you here? To see the degradation that we have been forced to? ❜

❛ You may kiss me. Then you will leave me alone. Forever. ❜

❛ Anyone can see that the King is not so much in love with her as he used to be. ❜

❛ All this time and you're still in love with her! ❜

❛ Let me look at you. There you are. I have not seen you for so long. An eternity. And here you are! ❜

❛If I had a son, it would bring about a golden world. ❜

❛You ought to be careful, or I will have you cropped at the neck. ❜

❛ I did not bring you up to have opinions or to express them or to quarrel with those closest to the Crown. ❜

❛ I am carrying the King's son. We are on the edge of a golden world! ❜

❛ I'm certainly aware there are some at court who would like to see the queen replaced. ❜

❛ I was married before and I must confess, I rather like the liberty of not being married again. ❜

❛ You have just come from another's bed. No. Do not deny it. ❜

❛ Sometimes, my love, I think that with you I'm already condemned to live in purgatory. ❜

❛ His heart is very weak. I don't know if he will come back to us. ❜

❛ In such a crisis, all could disintegrate. So the centre has to hold, and we must hold it. ❜

❛ You know, I cannot think whether it would be a bad thing or a good thing if he died. ❜

❛ As Lord Protector, you would ipso facto...be King, ❜

❛ Though you are still a young man...you're not as young as you used to be. ❜

❛ I'm so happy you're well. I was so alarmed, so afraid. ❜

❛ It was a mistake to think I could behave like I used to. In any case, those carefree days are gone. ❜

❛ In the future, I won't see you unless your other family members are present. I just had to see you now. ❜

❛ What is this? Just when my belly is doing its business...I find you wenching with Mistress [name]! ❜

❛ You've lost my boy. I cannot speak of it. The loss is too great. ❜

❛ I see now that God will not grant me any male children. ❜

❛ You have no one to blame but yourself for this. ❜

❛ Because the love I bear you is so great...it broke my heart to see you loved others. ❜

❛ It's true what they have whispered. I shut my ears to them, but now I know it to be true. ❜

❛ I will treasure this all my life. And if they ever open my grave, they will find it again, right next to my heart. ❜

❛ You have overreached yourself. Believe me, you have placed yourself in very great danger. ❜

❛ Do you assume I no longer possess the power to crush you? It would be an easy mistake to make. ❜

❛ The king cannot satisfy a woman. He has neither the skill, nor the virility. ❜

❛ We have come so far. No one is going to be allowed to destroy us. No one. Do you understand? ❜

❛ I think we should drink a toast to new beginnings and to new friendships and to a mutually beneficial future. ❜

❛ If your master wants to deal with me, he must first apologize for all his ill treatment of me in the past. ❜

❛ Princes are different from us and are not to be easily understood. ❜

❛ It's come to my notice that some acts of treason and other offenses have been committed by those we loved and trusted. By members of our own court. ❜

❛ I want to tell you in this slippery world, you represent for me all that is innocent, everything that is good, unsullied, uncorrupted. ❜

❛ If anything should happen to me...will you promise to care for my daughter? ❜

❛ Please. For the love you bear our child, have mercy. ❜

❛ After everything we've been to each other. After everything we were. Please. One more chance. ❜

❛ My enemies have poisoned the air with their horrid lies. ❜

❛ I pray God will help me, for there is no truth in these allegations. ❜

❛ Sometimes, in order to defeat evil, one must learn to consort with the devil. ❜

❛ When am I to die? ❜

❛ My lady, I am obliged to tell you that your marriage to the king has been declared null and void. ❜

❛ Tell them to ready the horses. But tell no one of our destination. ❜

❛ I hear you say I will not die before noon. I am sorry for it, for I thought to be dead by that time and past my pain. ❜

❛ Yes, I heard the executioner was very good. And in any case, I have only a little neck. ❜

❛ Have you ever killed someone? What did it feel like? ❜

❛ I would really like to see someone die. Can I go to the execution with you? ❜

❛ I want her dead. I want it over with. Finished. Go and do it or, by God's blood, you will join her. ❜

❛ I swear to you, from tomorrow, everything will be different. We will be young and merry as we used to be. ❜

❛ If you would take my advice for what it's worth find a rich man to marry who is too stupid to know anything about politics. Then perhaps - unless you die in childbirth, which is likely...or the plague, which is almost inevitable - then you will be happy. ❜

❛ Forgive me. It's just that I so much want a new beginning. A renaissance. Sometimes it is hard to be reminded of things. ❜

❛ Tell me, was it all worth it? ❜

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sequinsmile-x · 5 months

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Waiting Room - Chapter 5

Everything had changed so quickly, her life torn out from under her in a matter of seconds, the trajectory of what it would look like going forward permanently altered.

Emily's life changes forever when her parents are killed. Aaron just needs a job after his marriage breaks down and he answers an ad for a private security guard. If only the young woman he'd been hired to look after wasn't entirely resistant to his presence.

A Young Hotchniss AU

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Hi friends!!

I think I've said it with every chapter, but I am so blown away by the reaction to this fic!! AU's are always a bit nervewracking because people don't always love them - but I am SO pleased you have all enjoyed this!!

This was a lovely way of marking my 3 year writing anniversary...here's to the next 3!!

Please let me know what you think <3

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Warnings: Full list of warnings on the Master List

Words: 4.7k

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She almost turns back.

She fights against every instinct to go back to Aaron knowing that he wouldn’t want her to. She can feel his blood on her hands, the crashing of her past into her present almost too much to bear.

She blows out a breath, giving herself a moment to calm down, and then she heads down the stairs. In a previous life, before she knew the sharp sting of loss, the confusion of grieving people she never had a good relationship with, she learnt how to get down these very stairs without being detected. She knew which floorboards creaked, and which corners would have indicated to her parents that she was sneaking out.

Now it’s knowledge that might just save her life.

She’s almost at the front door when she hears a dark chuckle and her blood runs cold. She turns slowly, Aaron’s gun in her hands, and she comes face to face with the man who had haunted her nightmares for years. She clears her throat and raises the gun, pointing it directly at the chest of the man who had been nameless to her this time yesterday.

“You should leave,” she says, pressing her lips together to cry to stop them from trembling, “The cops will be here soon.”

Ian smiles at her, his grip on his own gun loose, as if he didn’t see her as a threat, “Look at you,” he says, his blue eyes burning into hers, “All grown up.”

“Leave,” she says, her voice fiercer now, “Or I’ll shoot.”

He smirks as if she hasn’t spoken, “You have your boyfriend to blame for me being here. As soon as the FBI started to look into what happened again I knew I had to tie up the loose ends I left in that alley,” Ian says, looking her up and down in a way that makes her internally shudder in disgust, “I was a little more…careless back then.”

She tightens her hold on the grip of the gun, “Some might say you still are careless,” she says, proud of herself for the fact her voice doesn’t shake, “They know who you are now. They’ll know you’re the one who broke in here.”

Ian chuckles and steps closer to her, “How do you think I found out the FBI was snooping around anyway? I’ve got guys everywhere,” he smirks as he gets even closer, his eyes flicking down to her hands, how her finger lingers over the trigger, “In another life, I think we could have had some fun.”

She sneers at him, ignoring his comment entirely as he steps towards her again, forcing her backwards, her back against the wall, “Don’t come any closer.”

He smirks at her, “Oh love, I think we both know you aren’t going to shoot-”

She pulls the trigger as he reaches out to touch her, cutting him off before he can finish. It feels like time slows down as he stumbles backwards, his hands coming up to his chest, blood slipping out from under his fingers as he falls down, his head cracking against the floor as he hits it. She stands there, unable to move, her hands so tightly wrapped around the gun her knuckles are bleach white. She keeps the gun trained on him, her breath unsteady as it forces itself out of her lungs, as she watches his chest go still.

It felt strange that it was that simple. That her monster, the one she’d seen in every shadow in the last five years, who had changed the trajectory of her life, was gone in an instant. It’s like a transformation in front of her, the way he shifts from a phantom to nothing more than a man.

“Em.”

She jumps, torn out of her trance as she turns, the gun still in a tight grip in her hands, and a shuddering breath escapes her as she sees Aaron. He was barely standing, his hand against his side as blood dripped to the floor through his fingers. He’s halfway down the stairs, supporting himself against the wall, every step clearly a struggle.

“Aaron,” she breathes out, dropping the gun to the floor as she runs over to him, “What are you doing? You’ve lost too much blood.”

She makes it to his side, slotting herself between his good side and the wall, taking his weight onto her shoulder as she gets him to the bottom of the stairs. She usually loved the weight of him, found it comforting, her favourite way to sleep in recent weeks was half under him, but now it was a hindrance. The almost dead weight of him too much once they no longer have the wall to steady themselves against and they stumble to the floor as soon as they make it to the main foyer.

“I heard a shot,” he grunts, wincing in pain as she lowers him to the floor, positioning them so he’s in her lap, “I thought…” He doesn’t have to say it, doesn’t have to say what the sound of the bullet had made him think. It had caused a surge of adrenaline, enough to push him onto his feet and seek her out, immediately replaced by relief when he saw her standing there, his gun in her hands. He lifts his head, groaning when he does so, when she presses even harder on his wound, “Is he dead?”

She nods, “Yes,” she says, smiling tightly at him when he looks back at her, “He’s dead.”

Aaron chuckles, not feeling the ache he thinks he should when his chest rumbles with it, “You’re a good shot,” he says, reaching up to touch her cheek, pressing his blood onto her skin, leaving behind a fingerprint he thinks might outlast him.

“Well I have a good teacher,” she says, pressing down on his abdomen, “Sorry if this hurts,” she says, relieved when she hears sirens in the distance, “Help is almost here.”

“Doesn’t hurt,” he replies, his eyelashes fluttering in a way that was familiar, a sign that he was falling asleep, and it fills her lungs with terror, her chest tight with pre-emptive grief.

“You have to stay awake, sweetheart,” she says, the nickname he usually used for her slipping free, “Please stay awake for me.”

He smiles up at her, “You called me sweetheart, I like it.”

She chokes out a noise, somewhere between a sob and a laugh, the memory of when he’d first called her sweetheart almost overwhelming. His eyes drift shut again and she shakes him, but he doesn’t wake up.

“Please, Aaron,” she half sobs, the sirens so close now they were overwhelmingly loud, her words quiet even to her, “I can’t lose you too.”

___

Tick

The clock on the wall is loud. It’s all she can hear, all she’d allowed herself to hear ever since they’d arrived at the hospital, the only thing she can concentrate on so she doesn’t think about how she could lose Aaron.

She’d travelled in the ambulance with him. His heart had stopped on the journey, something that had made the tears she’d held back since she’d found him in the hallway finally break free.

Tock

He was in surgery, he had been for a couple of hours already. The police had spoken to her in the waiting room she was currently sitting in, had asked her questions she’d already forgotten and told her they’d be back in touch. She did know that she couldn’t go home tonight. The house was a crime scene, the body of the man who had killed her parents lying just inside the front door. The body of the man she’d killed.

She killed someone.

Tick

She looks at her hands, washed clean and bright red from where she’d scrubbed them in the mirrorless accessible bathroom a kind nurse had led her into. She clenches her fists, digging her nails into her palms to try to and feel anything other than Aaron’s blood on her hands.

He had to live. She couldn’t lose him.

She’d survived her parent’s murders. She’d got through it, waded through the complex emotions and grief that had come with it, and recently she’d started to live again. To enjoy her life, to consider her future. And she knew that was because of Aaron. From the start, he’d helped bring her back to herself. He helped her feel safe and gave her the tools to protect herself - something that may have ended up saving both of their lives.

Part of her hated that she’d met Aaron the way she had, that if she hadn’t lost her mother and father she likely wouldn’t have met him. A cruel twist of fate that she wasn’t even sure she believed in. Now she wasn’t sure how she’d live without him, how she’d survive his loss if he didn’t make it.

He had to live, because somehow she’d fallen in love with him and she needed him to know that.

Tock

“Emily?”

She looks up from where her eyes had been fixed on the ground, her breath catching in her chest as her eyes meet Dave’s. She’d called him about 20 minutes ago, no longer able to stand being alone, and whilst she didn’t remember what she said to him the panicked look on his face lets her know it had spooked him.

They hadn’t spoken since the argument almost a month ago, and it was the longest they’d gone without talking since her parents died. She can tell he isn’t sure what to do, a tension in his shoulders that she hadn’t seen before and she sighs, forcing a tight smile on her face.

“Hi,” she chokes out, her voice not sounding like her own.

“Are you hurt?” He asks, finally sitting next to her, his eyebrows furrowed together. She shakes her head, screwing her hands together in her lap, her cuticles torn to pieces.

“No,” she shakes her head and sees how he looks down at the pjyamas she was still wearing, the dark patches of what was obviously blood standing out like a grim pattern, “It’s not my…it’s Aaron’s. He was shot.”

Dave reaches over and squeezes her shoulder, his smile soft, and reassuring. A little too close to the way he looked at her on the day she buried her parents, “What happened?”

She blows out a breath, her ribs aching as it escapes, “Ian Doyle, the man who killed Mom and Dad, he broke into the house. He and Aaron had some kind of altercation, the gunshot woke me up,” she wipes a tear from her cheek, “I found Aaron and then he gave me his gun, told me to go. I came across Doyle and…he came at me and I shot him,” she looks at Dave, her eyes wide as they meet his, “I killed him.”

Dave pulls her into a hug, something she gratefully returns, “What about Aaron?”

She sighs as she pulls back and she shrugs, “He’s alive and in surgery,” she says, pressing her lips together, “I…I don’t know what I’d do if I lost him.” It’s only after she’s said it she realises it’s the first time she’s spoken about her relationship with Aaron to Dave without shouting at him. She sighs again, guilt briefly overtaking her anxiety, “I’m sorry for what I said.”

He smiles softly at her and pulls back, reaching into his pocket to take out his handkerchief, gently wiping her cheek, “You don’t have to apologise. I overreacted, and you’re not wrong,” he says, pulling his handkerchief away, a flash of blood on it, Aaron’s blood that had stained her cheek, enough to make her shudder, “I’m not your father,” he smiles wryly, “No matter how much I like to think I am sometimes.”

She smiles softly at him, “Well, sometimes I like to think you are too.”

It was something she’d wished more than once when she was young. Dave had always been more patient with her than her parents had been, more aware of the fact that she was a kid and would act as such.

They fall into a brief silence and he reaches out for her hand, squeezing it gently, “Does he make you happy?”

She nods, not having to think about it, “Yeah,” she says, laughing humourlessly, “He really does.”

“Then that’s all that matters,” Dave says, a wry smile on his face, “Just promise me something.”

She raises her eyebrow at him, “What?”

“When you marry him, make sure you invite me.”

She chokes out a laugh, something that feels out of place given the circumstances, and she shakes her head, “You didn’t even want me seeing him and now you’re marrying me off to him?”

He shrugs, “I knew from the start there was something between you.”

She rolls her eyes, “Oh that is such bullsh-”

“Is anyone here for Aaron Hotchner?”

Emily freezes at the doctor's voice and she turns to look at him, swallowing thickly as she tries, and fails to find her voice.

“We’re here for him,” Dave says, squeezing her hand before he stands up, “How did the surgery go?”

“He made it through surgery,” the doctor says, a soft smile on his face and the relief is palpable, almost making Emily trip over as she stands up, “You can go see him if you’d like, one at a time though.”

She nods as Dave encourages her forward, his hand on her shoulder as she turns to look at him, “I think we both know it’s you he’ll want to see when he wakes up,” he says, smiling softly at her, “I’ll wait here.”

“Thank you,” she says, smiling at him once more before she lets the doctor lead her out of the waiting room.

She follows him down a hallway, trying but failing to listen to everything he was saying, her mind focused on nothing but seeing Aaron again and the relief that he’d made it. When she walks into his room a nurse is checking his vitals, a blonde woman with a kind smile who introduces herself as JJ before she leaves them alone, letting Emily know she would just be right outside if she needed anything.

Emily walks over and sits in the chair next to Aaron’s bed, and she blows out a slow breath as she looks him over. He almost looked like he was sleeping, the usual slack expression on his face that she’d seen so many times before, but he was pale, the bags under his eyes pronounced by the pallor of his skin, and it makes her ache. She reaches out for his hand and jumps at the cool touch of it, something she knew was due to blood loss. He was usually so warm, her own personal furnace, and she cups his hand between both of hers, hoping that she can somehow press her warmth into his skin, that she could do for him what he’d done for her countless times.

She isn’t sure how long she sits there intently watching his face, looking for any slight change, any flicker, that would indicate he was waking up, when she spots his lashes twitch. She stands up, one of her hands leaving his as she runs her knuckles down his cheek, her touch soft as she hopes to pull him back into consciousness.

“Aaron,” she says quietly, her eyes searching for another sign he is awake, smiling when his eyes start to open, a relieved sob catching in her chest when his eyes meet hers, “Hi.”

He blinks a few times, his vision blurry until she comes into focus, her smile the first thing he sees.

“Hi.” He says. His voice is rough and she reaches for the small cup of water on the side table without prompting, offering him the straw so he can take a sip, the tepid drink soothing on his throat. “How are you?” He asks as she places the cup back down and she chuckles, shaking her head at him.

“You’re the one who was shot,” she says, wrapping her hand around his again, tears pressing at the back of her eyes when he weakly squeezes back, “I’m fine.”

“You shot someone, Em,” he replies, gently encouraging her to sit on the edge of his bed, “I know what that costs a person.”

She sighs and she reaches out to run her fingers through his hair pushing it from his forehead, “I think I’m still in shock,” she says honestly, her lips pressed together as she shakes her head, “I can’t believe after all this time he’s just...gone. No longer a threat. I’m sorry you got hurt.”

He frowns at her, “It’s my job,” he says, and she raises an eyebrow at him, “Not like that. Well…not just like that,” he adds, the medication in his system and the pain making it difficult to make sense of his thoughts, “I love you. You’re supposed to protect the people you love.”

She presses her lips together in a failed attempt to hide her smile, his casual confession washing over her, unfurling the last of the tension in her chest, “I love you too,” she says, leaning in to press a kiss to his lips, “And I’ll say it again when you wake up in the morning and can’t remember this.”

He frowns, not quite understanding what she means and he groans as he shifts in bed, pain radiating up his side, “We might have to get in touch with Dave and tell him I’ll be out of action for a while.”

“No need,” Dave says from the doorway, a smirk on his face when Emily turns around that lets her know he’s heard more than she would have liked him to.

Emily narrows her eyes at him, “I thought the doctor said only one visitor at a time.”

He shrugs, walks in and takes a seat, “I charmed that lovely young nurse outside.”

“You mean you annoyed her into letting you in here.”

“Anyway,” he says, acting as if Emily hadn’t spoken, addressing Aaron as he leans in closer, “There isn’t a threat anymore, so your services are no longer required.”

Emily rolls her eyes, “Dave-”

“Are you firing me?” Aaron asks, tilting his head at the older man whose smirk only gets more mischievous.

“Yes.”

“Well, you can’t fire me,” Aaron says, “Because I quit,” he smiles when Emily turns to look at him, a curious look on her face, “Once I’m better I’m taking my girlfriend to Paris.”

She smiles and squeezes his hand, the thought of going somewhere with him, of being anywhere other than the house that had never really been a home, overwhelming. “I think I’d like that.”

___

Two Years Later

“God I hate flying.”

Aaron smirks as Emily yawns and leans further into his side, the luggage carousel seemingly intent on never pulling their suitcases around. He leans in to kiss her cheek, smiling when she turns at the last second, the kiss landing on her lips instead.

“I know, sweetheart,” he says, kissing her once more before he pulls back, “You’ve said that approximately every five minutes since we left Paris 9 hours ago.”

She narrows her eyes at him playfully, “You’re the one who asked me to marry you,” she says, smiling as she looks down at her left hand, the engagement ring he’d placed there just a few months ago shining in the bright lights of the airport, “That means you have to put up with my complaining for the rest of our lives.”

He smiles and kisses her again, fiercer this time, pulling back only when she moans, the sound reminding him that they are in a very public place. His smile gets wider as she chases him, her eyes still closed.

“It’s my honour to do so,” he says, kissing her forehead when she pouts at him slightly. He looks over her shoulder and spots their cases finally coming around the corner, “I’ll grab the cases, you wait here.”

She does as he’s asked, knowing from experience that if she tried to help he’d simply glare at her. He liked to look after her and, as much as she sometimes hated herself for it, she liked to let him sometimes.

They’d been in Paris ever since they’d left the US when Aaron was told he was fit to fly after the shooting. Emily hadn’t felt comfortable in the house anymore, any comfort she had once found there gone because of what had happened there. She swore sometimes she could still hear the gunshots echoing the hallways, or see where Aaron’s blood had stained the floor even though it had long since been cleaned up. She’d see the spot where she’d killed Ian and almost hear his laugh, a sound she knew she’d never escape.

Paris had been their refuge, a place she’d always loved as a kid, a place that held some of her happier memories with her parents. It was nice to see it afresh through Aaron’s eyes, to take him to places he’d only ever read about in French class, to see the beauty that she’d once thought was lost forever because he saw it. It made sense to not move back to the US, at least not for now, and they were only back for a visit.

Because of a promise she’d made in a hospital waiting room, when she wasn’t even sure Aaron was going to survive.

“Ready?”

She looks up and smiles at Aaron, nodding as she adjusts her hold on her purse, “Ready.”

___

She looks herself up and down in the mirror, turning to check her profile and the back of the dress. It was simple, or at least more simple than any dress she’d ever imagined she’d wear at her wedding. It was white and off the shoulder, an a-line dress made of satin that ended at her knee. She’d curled her hair so it rested over her shoulders, contrasting nicely with the colour of the dress.

She leans in closer to the mirror to check her make-up and hears a slight knock on the door, “Come in.”

She hears a gasp behind her and smiles as she turns, not missing the glassy look in Dave’s eyes.

“Bella, you look…well, bella,” he smiles, walking over and pulling her into a hug, “Thank you for coming back to do this,” he says as he pulls back to look at her, his hands still on her shoulders, “I know flying internationally it goes against wanting to keep it short and sweet.”

She chuckles, “Well you are our only guest,” she says, pressing her lips together to stop them from trembling, her emotions catching up with her, “And I did promise.”

He nods and leans forward, stamping a kiss on her cheek, "Your mother would be proud of you," he says, squeezing her shoulders.

She exchanges a tight smile with him and shakes her head. "No she wouldn't be," she says laughing, "She'd be furious I was getting married in city hall," her smile turns wistful, "I'd have agreed to a big ceremony just to shut her up, and then dealt with months and months of conversations about 'chicken vs salmon' and 'peonies vs calla lilies," she presses her lips together, "The only thing I wouldn't have given in on would be the dress."

"And the groom," Dave says, smiling at her knowingly, and she chuckles, the sound wet as it catches in her throat.

"Yeah," she says, her lower lip trembling slightly, love for the man getting ready just down the hall blooming in her chest, "And the groom," she wipes a stray tear from her cheek, "I miss them," she says, blowing out a steady breath, "Is that ridiculous?"

"Of course not, Bella," he says, pulling her in for a hug, "No matter what, they were still your parents."

“Yeah, they were,” she says, hugging him back, resting her cheek on his jacket, “And so are you.”

He holds her even tighter for a moment, “Promise me something?”

“Still working on the last promise I made you,” she says, smiling softly at him as she pulls back from the hug, “But it depends on what you want.”

“I’m too young to be a grandfather,” he quips, taking delight in the way her eyes go wide, the way her mouth falls open, “But if you do decide to one day, please move back here and do it. I hate flying.”

She chuckles and shakes her head at him, “I’ll see what we can do, Dave.”

There’s another knock at the door and she smiles at Dave before she calls out, knowing it could only be one person, “Come in, honey.”

Aaron walks in, adjusting the cufflinks she’d bought him for the day, “We should get going…” he drifts off as he looks up, his eyes fixed on her, “You look beautiful.”

She walks over and kisses him, straightening his tie as she does so, “You look pretty damn good yourself.”

“Okay kids,” Dave says, breaking the moment and walking over, a hand on each of their shoulders, “Before you get too lost in how much you love each other, let's go get you married.”

Aaron nods and looks at his fiancee, reaching out to squeeze her hand, “Let's go get married.”

___

The clerk at the check-in desk is enthusiastic, to say the least, when she takes their paperwork from them, filing it next to a series of troll figures on her desk, her smile wide and as bright as her pink-framed glasses, as she tells them congratulations and directs them to a waiting room just outside of the judge's chambers.

Emily and Aaron sit next to each other, their hands linked on her lap, and Dave purposely sits apart from them, giving them space he knows they need. Emily sighs as she rests her cheek on Aaron’s shoulder and he turns to press a kiss to her forehead.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?”

She hums as she tilts her head to look up at him, “More than okay,” she says, smiling reassuringly at him, “I just…” she drifts off, unsure how to put it into words, how to explain that every event like this was marked by the fact her parents couldn’t be here.

“You’re thinking about your mom and dad,” he says softly, squeezing her hand, and she nods, grateful that he knows her so well.

“It’s weird,” she says, biting the inside of her cheek, “If I hadn’t lost them like I did, I wouldn’t have met you, and that feels…” she shakes her head at the thought of it, “I don’t like to think about that, but it makes me feel awful at the same time. Like I’m grateful for them being gone because it brought me you.”

He knows there's nothing he can say, that no matter how much he wants to he can’t take this pain away from her. He leans in and stamps a kiss on her lips, a gentle thing that’s barely there.

“It’s okay to be happy, Em,” he says, a mantra they’d had ever since they’d got together, “And, I like to think in every universe we would have found each other somehow.”

She smiles at the thought of it, love and joy spreading through her chest, making it ache in a way that she never wanted to live without, “I could have worked for you at the FBI.”

He makes a show of fake shuddering at the thought, “God, you would have been a nightmare,” he says, fighting a smile as she scoffs, “You would have gone against my orders all the time.”

She narrows her eyes at him, “You would have loved it.”

He nods, “I would have,” he says, kissing her softly, “I love you.”

She rests her forehead against his, “I love you too.”

“Applicants Prentiss and Hotchner?”

Emily pulls back and smiles at her fiance, the man who will be her husband in a matter of minutes, and he squeezes her hand.

“Ready?” He asks and she nods, her heart hammering in her chest, nervous excitement thrumming under her skin.

“I’ve never been more ready for anything.”

-x-

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miracles-and-butterflies · 6 months

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Another short, unfinished wip of Fracture AU.

This time during the rebuild. Julieta and Agustín ponder over their guilt as they try to connect with Mirabel.

Comments are always appreciated.

Warning, sensitive topics ahead.

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Sorrows, Guilt and Recovery

“‘Pa’,” Agustín says. “You use to call me ‘Pa’.”

It was a lunch break from working on rebuilding Casita and for better or worse, also the weekend, meaning the children were not at school and just running about the area.

All except Mirabel, of course.

And the children aren’t really running the full area because they refuse to get close to Mirabel. So do the adults, to be fair.

So they end up in a slightly quiet, but very isolated space and that allows more serious conversations to happen.

“I apologise for my younger self failing to grasp the full word,” is Mirabel’s response, monotone as ever.

“No, I wasn’t saying— I meant, it’s not a bad thing. You don’t have to apologise. You could say the full word easily, you just decided to use it as a nickname.”

Mirabel blinks.

“A nickname is—”

“I am familiar with the definition, Señor.”

Agustín is a little taken back.

He tries reaching for her hand (he’d rather hug her, yet he knows it’s better to stick to baby steps and Mirabel is still covered in wounds), but Mirabel has already moved with no warning; determined to keep the distance.

His hand falls limp back at his side.

“How has your hearing been?” He goes on to ask.

“Adequate.”

“That’s good, I think. It’s not hurting you, is it? Or does it feel funny or—”

There’s an argument further ahead and Agustín finds himself briefly distracted to realise it’s his older two daughters, squealing and squabbling beside a few holes in the dirt and a spade.

Mirabel is watching them too. With no reaction.

The contrast is so striking.

Isabela and Luisa are just so full of life. Loud, bright, warm and feeling.

Mirabel might as well be dead standing beside him.

Speaking of, she is on the move again, having spotted Abuelo passing by.

The family have been trying to keep them apart. Pedro himself respects why they don’t want him near her and tries to keep his distance. Mirabel hasn’t quite grasped why they are being separated, not to mention she only has a relationship with him; the others are just strangers to her.

It’s Félix who catches her this time. (He had been closer than Agustín was).

Quite literally. He walks by, grabs her wrist and changes direction with her having no choice but to follow, guiding her off to Dolores. He gently tells her ‘no’.

Agustín wants to apologise.

But how would he do that?

Ignoring the fact Mirabel wouldn’t analyse it normally.

Besides, it’s not him who took a weapon to a child.

An innocent child of six. Whom nobody defended. Aside from Isabela. And what did that get her? Nothing.

Yet… he still feels like he should.

~~~~~~

Most nights, Julieta ends up crying.

“He has broken her,” she’ll whisper miserably, against Agustín’s chest. “I see all of these parents every day, showering their child with affection. They are happy. And we’re just not… is it so much for me to want my daughter back?”

She keeps it all pent up through the day.

She needs to continue working; still be there for Isabela and Luisa; attempt to spark something in Mirabel. Her girls shouldn't have to be concerned over how their mother is feeling.

But she finds it harder and harder. The more she realises Mirabel’s not going to come back from this. The little girl she remembers is gone.

As much as they can blame Pedro, it is their fault too. They left Mirabel.

This was their doing.

This was her doing.

She made her daughter like this and she has no way of reversing it.

All she has now is guilt.

Isabela and Luisa, who both seem to think they are having more luck the adults, aren’t really. Julieta watches them with Mirabel and it’s no different to how she herself is or Agustín or anyone else. Mirabel could be talking to a tree and she wouldn’t be any different.

Of course, with the loss of the miracle means the healing food is gone and Mirabel isn’t healed.

Julieta does everything to try remove the scars.

She’d have Mirabel sit after dinner, while she carefully cleaned the wounds, and once dry, she’d apply a series of creams and ointments that would help.

She can’t tell if it is.

There’s just so many scars.

But it’s also the closest Mirabel allows her to get. The only physical touch she’s okay with.

“I love you,” Julieta says, once she has finished.

A flat “Thank you, Señora,” is all she gets back.

And she goes back to bed, curls up into Agustín’s arms and weeps. And the cycle repeats itself.

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merlinficprompts · 10 months

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I have a Merlin prompt I would like to submit!! Sorry for the formatting I’m writing this on my phone it’s 1 am and I’m feeling feral

Merlin magic is revealed to Gwaine when he has to heal a fatal wound. Gwaine and Lancelot are having a private conversation about it, using a code word for Merlin’s magic. An eavesdropping Arthur misinterprets the whole thing.

(conversation goes roughly like this)

“To be honest I’m kind of broken hearted. I thought I was the first one to experience uh.. Merlin’s ’talent’.”

“Sorry friend, me and Merlin’s first meeting was when he was.. sharing his ‘talent’ with me..”

“I won’t lie to you, when he first started doing it I was.. I was mortified.. but then it felt so..”

“Good?”

“Yes! Gods, I know I’ll be condemned if others find out but.. I’ve never felt anything like it. I’m not exaggerating Lancelot, I truly feel as if a whole new world has opened in front of my eyes. I want him to do it again, I want him to do and show me more. I’m greedy for it!”

“I understand you, sometimes despite the years I’ve known of his.. ‘talent’, I find myself yearning to experience it again. I could never ask him to do anything that put him in harms way though, should anyone find out..”

“I know. It’s such a shame he has to go to such lengths to hide his true nature. During it his eyes were so bright and at peace, it made me want to never let him go. It pains me knowing he suffers so much, hiding his true self in fear. I asked him if he ever planned to tell Arthur and he.. he looked so pain. He’s terrified of what Arthur would think if he found out..”

“I don’t blame him. While Arthur’s a much better man and leader than Uther, there’s still no telling how he’d react finding out about.. Merlin’s ‘talent’”

“Well I for one think there’s nothing wrong with it. Especially since I’ve experienced the benefits first hand. I’m telling you Lance, I’m a new man. I haven’t felt this at ease in a long time.”

“Oh yes, i suppose we just must be grateful that we can consider ourselves among the lucky few who get to experience his ‘talent’, and work to assure his safety in the future.”

Now utterly convinced that Merlin is a slag who prefers men, Arthur struggles with multiple emotions; ranging from embarrassment to having overheard Merlin’s private business, to despair that his best friend was too afraid to admit his preference, to outrage over the (assumed) knowledge that his knights are apparently mounting his ‘talented’ servant. He’s scandalized to think Merlin was so wanton, he should be indignant and offended that he shares such camaraderie with an unrepentant harlot. Yet, for some reason he can’t put his finger on.. he mostly just feels hurt and betrayed. He’s mortified over what that means, and finds himself in a panic over what to do now that he’s learned his best friend (who he doesn’t realize he’s in love with) is apparently a huge slut who fucks his knights (and he’s utterly incensed on Gwen’s behalf since Lance is courting her at this time)

Unsure of what to do, he finds himself at a loss and confides in Morgana about how he should act, and whether he should intervene in any way or mind his own business. Morgana, somewhat impressed, finds this hilarious, but becomes angry when she hears about Lancelot. Her judgement of Merlin sours and she finds herself stuck between telling Gwen or fighting Lancelot. From there everything just kind of snowballs. The knights try to correct the rumor but obviously since they can’t say they were talking about his magic, all other excuses seem poorly constructed and they’re unable to fix the problem.

Meanwhile around the same time, the son of a good friend/ally to Uther, who’s infamous for his carnal and shameless desires, catches wind of this rumor upon his visit to Camelot. His interest peaked, he seeks out to proposition Merlin, regardless of Merlin’s willingness.. (arthur saves him in time tho)

Merlin, on the other hand, has somehow managed to remain completely oblivious to everyone’s newfound attention on him, paranoid he’s detecting some snickers and nasty remarks thrown his away, but mostly unsure and too tired to think too hard over it. He’s too busy prioritizing protecting Arthur and finding new ways to perfect his magic that the thought of being with someone amounted to that of another meaningless chore he’d tack onto his plate. He’s come to the conclusion that he’s not destined to have a partner and settle down, the closest he supposes he’ll ever get is being by Arthur’s side as he gets his fairy tale ending, wife and kids.. Merlin is perfectly fine remaining on the side as always. He doesn’t know why his chest aches everytime he thinks about it.

Everyone’s misunderstanding everyone else, Gaius forces Merlin to listen to him explain safe sex between men and assures him that he loves him regardless of whether or not he approves of Merlin’s constant changing conquest amount. Merlin gets sexually harassed, Arthur is emotionally constipated so he rescues Merlin from bullying but also yells at him bc he’s mad Merlin’s being a hoe with everyone but him apparently. Uther hears one too many random out of context dialogues pertaining to Merlin’s sexual abilities, and Kilgarrah spends his entire interaction with Merlin cackling his scales off bc he saw what happens and he’s so excited for it to play out.

TLDR Merlin wakes up one day and suddenly everyone is convinced he’s a huuuuuge slut. Chaos ensues.

While the premise is crack-ish, I do want the story to be written fairly seriously/realistically. If anyone’s interested in turning this prompt into a full fledged fanfic, I’d love for it to be a very very lengthy one. So excited to see if this gets written!!

I love this idea!!! I probably wouldn’t write it myself, but it’s so funny, beyond the embarrassment factor. I would love to see it though! If you or anyone else writes this idea, message me so I can post about it!

#fanfic writing prompts #bbcmerlin #merlin #arthur pendragon #writing prompt #merthur

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Hehehehehehe then this is my chance *evil smirk* I have an obsession with royalty, so what about chinese prince Xiao and king Zhongli (let's say they're family uwu) and maid reader who is in charge of taking care of the edgy yet touch starved prince, but in reality Zhongli sent her to take care of his son because he knows she can help him to see the bright side of life after his mother Guizhong passed away.

Angst, fluff, Xiao as a prince with perfect long hair and and and if you can add some spice*goes to horny jail* ehem, if you write this, THANK YOU!!! Please take care ❤️

royalty au | prince! xiao + f! reader. | like & reblogs appreciated!

─ warnings: sfw and nsfw part. (minors dni with nsfw part)

─ note: ok i absolutely adore this idea. pretty prince xiao!! lord have mercy. oh and yeah, let's go to horny jail together. hihi

Xiao has had times of loneliness and darkness since the death of his mother — whom he loved and admired — Guizhong. Not even Zhongli could do anything to pull him out of the grievous abyss.

Now that it's been a while since the big loss, Zhongli has called you to try and cheer Xiao up. You are just a maid, and this situation puts a lot of pressure on your shoulders, but you promise to do your best.

Of course, you weren't very well received at first by the prince. He was upset, even furious. Does Zhongli think he can't handle his own affairs? What a hassle.

“Stop following me.” The prince finally snapped, turning to confront you face-to-face, forcing you to take a step back from the sudden closeness of the two of you. Xiao gritted his teeth sullenly. “Don't you have anything better to do? Disappear from my sight immediately.”

His golden eyes blazed with contempt, shrinking your chest just by feeling how much he hated you for doing your job.

“P-please, forgive me if I've disturbed you.” You stammered, clasping your hands together in apology. “Though I'm afraid I can't do anything about it. I'm following orders from Your Imperial Majesty.”

Xiao knew that you were not to blame. You were just doing your job, accepting whatever his father asked you to do. Why take it out on you, if Zhongli was the culprit? The prince stepped back slightly, giving you room to breathe calmly again, and clicked his tongue in disgust.

“You are right.” he responded, crossing his arms. His calmer expression denoted that he already had something on his mind, and you waited patiently for your superior's next words. “I'll talk to Father. When I make him see reason, you will return to your normal life and I will be alone, as I have always wanted to be,” he spoke his last words with a hint of melancholy “am I making myself clear?”

To the prince's surprise, your reaction to his idea was abrupt. “No!” you exclaimed. Xiao's orbs landed on you wide open, your attitude caught him off guard.

“Excuse me?”

“No. Please, your Highness. Don't tell Your Imperial Majesty. This job is more important than it seems. I beg of you, listen to my words.” You implored vehemently as your knees dug into the ground.

From here, time seemed to stop as Xiao watched you from above, his judging eyes never leaving yours. Everything was still, except for the long strands of his hair dancing to the sound of the slight breeze. After a few seemingly endless seconds, he looked away and let out a heavy sigh. To your relief, the prince seemed to have desisted.

“Fine. Get up.”

Your life as a prince's servant was quiet and effortless. He didn't ask you for anything, but every time his father asked him how you were doing, he said everything was fine. Deep down, despite his cold appearance, he treated you well.

You don't see much of each other around the palace, and he has never let you into his room. The only interactions you have is in the garden.

The first few times you only greeted each other, and little by little that was too short and you found some conversation to continue. About palace chores, meals, flowers...

“You seem interested in that flower.”

The voice that seemed to come from nowhere shook you. Slowly, Xiao stood by your side, and you nodded without taking your eyes off the plant that had caught your attention so much. Xiao fixed his gaze on you and the shadow of a smile seemed to form on his lips for a few seconds.

“They are peonies. They are connected to prosperity and happiness,” he peacefully uttered. His gaze swung to the flower, his fingers delicately running over the pink petals “and they also symbolize romance and love.” Xiao added softly, his pools of yellow waiting now to connect with yours.

“Oh...” fascinated, your attention was only focused on the flower, and then on the boy next to you. “I think this flower could suit you very well, your Highness.”

He hummed in response. “Don't call me Your Highness. You are no servant to me, and never have been.”

You smiled in response to his words, and the prince's heart skipped a beat. It was such a warm and kind gesture... He wanted to caress your lips like he did with the petals. But that would be inappropriate, right?

Why did you treat him so tenderly? Many times he has directed himself very badly towards you, especially the first days that you worked under his orders. If he could change his words, he obviously would. You are such a kind person...

And why does he blush when he thinks of you? When he thinks about doing activities together. Activities that you do of your own free will, not following anyone's orders... Basically, you choosing to spend your time with him by choice.

If only he could tell you... how much you've helped his world begin to shine like it used to.

“Will we meet at the garden again..., Y/N?”

warnings: masturbation, mention of someone hearing, mention of public sex, mention of blowjob.

Xiao never thought he would feel this way. He is sitting up in bed, a large bulge on his crotch making him extremely uncomfortable. He needs to relieve himself, but he can't. The reason? You. Thinking of you brought him to this. The boy is flushed, his mouth agape through which he breathes heavily and his legs apart, while his leaking cock is against the fabric of his pants, tip already dripping with precum. How could you influence him so much without even touching him? The thing is, he was desperate, hungry for you and wishing you were the one to solve his big little problem.

His mind told him not to. Not to do it. He must control himself, he's not like that and he has never been moved by lustful feelings. Until now. But there was no time to think, and he pulled his cock out from under his clothes, already hard as a rock and tinted an angry red. “Fuck it... I need it...”

He swallowed hard and wrapped his fingers around his length, closing his eyes and pumping slowly at first, replaying in his mind what he wished this situation to be like. Your hand instead of his. Even better, your lips around his girth, saliva dripping down your chin and down his balls as you fail to fit his entire cock into your mouth because you never have done it before.

“Aaahh…fuck…” he muttered under his breath, even more aroused thanks to the mental scene.

He couldn't, he needed more, more from you. He began to fuck his fist, moving his hips up and down in a sloppy kind of way, frowning at a new thought. What if someone is hearing him? Perhaps a palace guard? Or maybe... you? Would you like to know that he's pumping his cock at the thought of you? His dick twitched at the mere thought that you might be at his door, hearing little moans escape his mouth as he fantasize about you. But you're such an innocent girl, you would never imagine what he's doing right now. What he wants to do to you deep down. He's so filthy, wishing one day he could fuck you on his expensive bed, against the window of his bedroom... or in the garden itself. Oh but that would be too risky for him.

A sensation in his abdomen warned him that he's about to finish, and his hand movements became clumsy and hurried, moaning and gasping louder than before, giving a fuck if the entire palace is hearing him pleasuring himself like a pervert.

When the prince finally finished, he put his now soften cock back in his pants, wiping a few drops of cum that fell on his face, totally embarrassed by what had happened. “Y/N... I'm so sorry.”

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin smut #genshin xiao #xiao x reader smut #xiao x female reader #genshin headcanons #genshin imagines #koi — [🍑]

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