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The Woman He Loves (and his dog)

AN: Hey guys! I just wrote a little blurb since I got the urge to write about something. It's kind of short compared to my others but let me know if you like it or not! Thank you for the support!

Aleksandr Sarkov was not a man to be trifled with. He was known in the underworld as cruel, ruthless, cold, and unforgiving.

But what he is also known for is the deep love he harbors for his dog, Khaos. A Doberman and Great Dane mix, the dog was lean and agile. It followed the orders of his owner, which were given out in Russian, and executed like he wanted it to happen. His dog has been known to not be nice to anyone but Aleksandr, not even the man's own brother, Mikhail.

However, there is one exception other than Aleksandr, and his wife. The exact opposite of him. Where he was calm, she was reckless, where he was cold, she was fire.

And he loved that about her.

How she never blindly followed him because she could think for herself. How she always pushed back just enough to make his jaw twitch and the crotch of his pants tighten. He couldn't stand it, but he couldn't get enough and that would be his end.

She treated Khaos like he was, a dog, not a large fur missile. She'd dress him in pajamas during holidays, wash him every day with expensive pet shampoos, (which Aleksandr paid for, of course), and even brushed his teeth with pet friendly toothpaste. She made him different human meals with dog friendly ingredients and even rubbed coconut oil in his fur, which kept his coat nice and shiny. She would trim his nails right after coming from the nail salon after getting her own nails done (on Aleksandr's card, obviously) and would even have matching outfits customized to match with the three of them when they went out to different social events. She loved his dog, and sometimes he was convinced the dog loved her more than he loved Aleksandr.

I think it's safe to say, Khaos does love his mom more than his dad and it shows.

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Protective Of You

AN Notes: Hey guys! Sorry it's been a while! Um. a few TWs in here. A fighting scene. The mention of blood. A SA scene, sorry, it's mostly vague since I almost got sick writing it. Profanity, Kissing... I think? Okay, that's it!! Enjoy!

Being Billy's girlfriend wasn't that bad, right?

No, of course not. I mean, sure he was protective, and temperamental but he loved you! He took care of you! Late night drives, gifts whenever he had the money for it, and his undivided attention. So yeah, it wasn't all bad. That is... until his jealousy and protectiveness reared their ugly heads.

You were a tutor. Not completely academic smart but you had strong subjects. Strong enough to tutor someone. And that's what you were doing... except... someone wasn't happy about it.

"Fuck you mean more tutoring? You're passing all of your classes, hell, you're the reason I'm passing my classes." You sigh, sitting in the passenger seat of Billy's car after he dropped off Max and you'd just told him that you'll be busy after school because of tutoring.

You glance at him before going back to what you were doing, which was touching up your lip gloss in the car mirror, wearing a baby pink dress with a flared skirt and off shoulder sleeves, white flats on your feet and your hair done and styled. A sigh leaves your lips before you speak, "I have to tutor someone. I'm not being tutored."

A scoff is heard beside you as he turns into the school parking lot, turns off the car and turns to face you. "Tutoring who?" You huff, closing the mirror and turning to look at him, "Jason Carver." He stares at you before frowning, "The fucking basketball player? Are you serious?"

Another sigh leaves your lips, closing the lip gloss and putting the container in the glovebox of the car, unbuckling your seatbelt and responding, "I don't exactly get a choice. It's extra credit Billy."

"That you don't need." He shoots back, watching you intently while you straighten out your dress.

"That wouldn't hurt to have." You say, turning your gaze to him, trying to be a little placating, "It's for an hour or two. Three at the max, alright? It won't take that long."

"Three hours is a really fucking long time." He grumbles, climbing out of the car and walking over to your side, opening the passenger door, holding out his hand and letting him help you out of the car.

You hum, stepping out of the car and handing him your backpack after he closes the door, taking his free hand as you two walk to the entrance of the high school. "I'll be fine. We can hang out after. Just let me do this." He scoffs, pulling you closer and adjusting his grip on your bag before grumbling, "Whatever, fine. But you let me know if he tries anything. Boy ain't been right since his girlfriend left him."

You suppress a smile, walking down the hallway toward your first period, turning to face him and leaning up to press a soft kiss to his lips, his head tilted down to accommodate your attempt. You pull back, looking up at him, "I promise. Thank you for walking me to class. I'll see you later, yeah?" He huffs but nods, handing you your bag, "Yeah. I'll be waiting for you, pretty." You smile at him, nodding and pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek before heading into your class, leaving him in the hallway.

Three hours after school ends, you walk toward Billy waiting, letting him take your bag and press a kiss to your cheek, murmuring, "Hey baby? What's wrong? You seem a little flustered." You glance at him before shaking your head and climbing into the car, not even waiting for Billy to open the door for you, mumbling a quiet 'nothing' under your breath, which makes him even more uneasy and curious, but he doesn't push it at the moment.

The drive to your house started off tense and silent. You kept your gaze on your lap, fiddling with your fingers and quiet, your jaw clenching and unclenching, recalling the study session with Jason Carver.

It had been almost ten minutes left in the study session. You were discussing math problems, focused on the textbook in front of you and not the way he was looking at you. You hadn't noticed the way he kept scooting closer. You hadn't noticed his hand sliding closer or disappearing under the table until you felt it... sliding up your thigh. You jerked away but the hand only got tighter. Your gaze snapped to his face, only to finally notice the look on his face, the slight smirk on his face and the gleam in his eyes. Your breath catches, not in the way it does when Billy kisses your neck, no, this was fear, uncertainty since Jason had been more unpredictable after Chrissy dumped him. This was what Billy warned you about and you had no clue how to get out.

You muster up the courage to speak, your voice steady despite the tremble in your fingers, "What are you doing?" You ask, noticing the way Jason's eyes drop to your lips and lower before going back up to your eyes, the smirk on his lips widening, his hand sliding higher. Now it was brushing the hem of the skirt of your dress, toying with the fabric while he speaks, "What do you think? Come on... you didn't think I chose you as my tutor just for math and stupid equations, did you?" Your heart races at the implication and you shrink back, trying to move from the wandering hand and even more wandering eyes.

You try to move but the hand grips you tighter, bordering on bruising strength. Your heart sinks and you mutter, watching his face fall into something darker, "Jason. Stop. I'm with Billy."

"And?" He shoots back, a smirk on his face but it sends an uneasy shiver down your spine. "He doesn't deserve you. He's bad news. You could do so much better. I'm better." You swallow hard and use whatever strength you had to push him away, standing and backing away from him, toward the door, your exit. "No, you're not. You need help and I'm not interested."

A cold laugh leaves his lips as he stands and stalks toward you, towering, "Not interested? You think you're better than people just because you're pretty and rich? Think you're too good for me? Don't kid yourself, sweetheart. You're just a well-dressed slut." You clench your jaw, staring at him before kicking him in the balls when he gets too close, bolting out of the door and down the hallway to the girls' bathroom, closing the door and locking it until you feel it's safe.

You blink and you're back in the car with Billy except the car has been pulled over and he's staring at you, concern and suspicion swirling in his eyes. He watches you before speaking, "I've been calling you for three minutes." You look at him before looking forward outside of the windshield, tears welling in your eyes as you realize that you can't hide it anymore, whispering softly, "Something happened."

You don't need to look at him to know that he stiffened at your words, to know that his expression has darkened at the protectiveness is rearing it huge, ugly head, his voice almost a growl, his eyes narrowing, "What happened?"

You sniffle, wiping tears and looking down at your lap, your voice cracking as you explain everything that happened. The hand, the smirk, the gleam in his eyes, the words, the way you had to lock yourself in the bathroom where he banged against the door until he finally gave up and walked away.

He sits silently, watching you and listening to you recount the encounter, his face darkening with each sentence. He sits in silence, staring at you before speaking, "I'll kill him." You lift your gaze, looking at him before shaking your head, "Don't. Billy you've already been in too many fights. You'll be suspended."

"Does it look like I give a shit?" He snaps back, his expression and gaze unwavering. "You're telling me touched you, called you a slut and I'm supposed to let that slide? You know that won't happen, not with me." You frown slightly, staring at him, knowing he's determined when his mind is set on something. "i just... don't want this to be a big deal."

"And why the fuck not?" He scoffs, freezing at the sight of something on your thigh, his hand reaches out, pulling your skirt up enough to reveal purple bruises on your thigh from where Jason grabbed you. His jaw clenches and he glances at you before turning forward, starting the car and beginning to drive again silently but his eyes were blazing.

The next day at school, you climb out of Billy's car, uneasy after he'd been unusually quiet since finding the bruises. You watch as Billy walks up to Jason and begins pummeling him into the concrete of the school parking lot. You watch silently; your arms wrapped around yourself as he's yelling profanities at Jason about 'never touching his girl again'.

Once Billy finishes, which takes almost five minutes, he straightens, spits on Jason and snarls at him, "You're lucky you're fucking breathing. You won't be if you ever touch her again. She's not yours, she's mine. If you forget that again, you'll be six feet under." Then he turns, walks toward you, cradles your cheek with a bloody hand and kisses you softly yet passionately, claiming you in the parking lot of the entirety of the watching high school.

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The Family He Wanted

AN: Hi Guys! I was scrolling for Joe Singh fanfics and there aren't many so I decided to write one that I can come back and read later. Some of this might not have been in the show but I wanted to add it here because I felt that it would probably happen.. maybe. So don't come for me, please. Also, peep how it is about Christmas on actual Christmas Eve! <3 SO excited for the new part of Stranger Things tomorrow. Anywhoo, I don't celebrate Christmas so this is the closest thing I have! Enjoy!

Joe loved kids. Not like he had any of his own, but he loved them. He loved Ginny enough to let her come back to work for him after ditching for two weeks. He loved Padme enough to let her come back to a job after getting caught smoking with Marcus. He allowed Austin and Zach and all of the other kids get free hot chocolate and extra marshmallows So, all in all, he'd say that he had a fairly decent love for them.

But, he loved your kids. Big difference actually. How? Because they were yours.

Oh how they made his heart swell every time they ran to him with bright smiles, stick figure drawings, and giggles.

Like now, he'd just come home from the Blue Farm Cafe after closing later than expected. You were always understanding, people liked venting to him and he liked being a safe space for them to come to.

He toed off his snow caked boots and shrugged off his coat and scarf, hanging it on the coat rack by the front door. Left in a red and black plaid long sleeve shirt that practically strained against the muscles underneath, you always liked seeing that, with dark blue jeans and black socks. His hair was messy but when wasn't it? It seemed like the locks had a mind of their own these days. He picked up Emily, your two year old daughter, placing her on his hip before picking up Elias, your five year old son. He gave them both a kiss on their cheeks with a warm smile, half listening to them babble about their latest drawings, too busy looking for you.

He loved them. Sure, the kids weren't his, not biologically anyway. No, they belonged to your ex-husband. You had an abusive ex husband and he was immensely proud of you for having the courage to leave him after 6 years of that. He thought you were one of the strongest people he knew. But when your ex came back all loud, rude, and cruel? He handled it. Look on the bright side! A few punches to the face when he grabbed you too hard never hurt anyone, right? I mean, sure, he left with a broken nose but it was for a good cause! You were his girlfriend! What kind of boyfriend would he be if he didn't defend you?

Anyway, he walks to the kitchen with both kids on his hips, the both of them babbling about nonsense now. But he swears his world, heart, and brain stops when he sees you. Red silk nightgown, white lace lining the hem and the neckline, thin straps on your shoulders, hem brushing your mid thigh, all in the Christmas Spirit he supposed. You never fail to make his heart race yet stop at the same time. He sets the kids down once they begin fussing, the two running off to the living room to continue playing, and walks over to you. You turn and cross your arms, "You're late." He hums, steps closer and wraps his arms around you, pulling you from whatever cookies you were baking this time. He didn't care that you both could cook and bake, in fact, he loved it. He loved your cooking and you loved his. It was a win-win!

He pulls you closer and mutters lowly, "Yeah? Sorry about that honey." You hum, trying to ignore that you were melting at his touch looking up at him, "You should've called." He tilts his head to look down at you and nods, "You're right. I'm sorry. Forgive me?" You stare at him before sighing heavily, though it's not with any real annoyance, "Yeah yeah. If you're going to be late, at least bring flowers. My last batch is dying out."

He chuckles and nods, pulling you closer and pressing a kiss to your neck, grinning when the brush of his beard makes you shiver, "I'll keep that in mind." He pauses, his hands roaming your body through the nightgown before pulling back to actually look at it, "This is new." He murmurs, not a question, an observation. You nod and reply, "Yeah. I bought it yesterday. It's cute and festive so I thought I would get it. You like it?" He nods without thinking, one of his hands brushing your thigh where the nightgown cuts off, humming, "Love it." His gaze lifts to hold your gaze and he murmurs softly, pulling you in, "I love you. And the kids."

You stare at him before smiling gently, wrapping your arms around his neck, "We love you too." He smiles and pulls you closer, your bodies pressed together, before kissing you. His eyes sliding closed while yours flutter closed, your mouths moving in sync, melting into each other. You both break apart at the sound of the kids running into the kitchen. You pull back, dazed and panting softly before turning in his arms and picking up one of the kids, Elias, "Mama! Can we decorate the cookies now?" He asks, looking up at you and you smile, "Yeah baby, you and Emily can decorate them." They both squeal in excitement, Elias wriggles in your grip and you set him down in a chair at the dining table. Joe picks up Emily and sets her in a chair next to Elias before you grab the two plates of cookies and the decorative icing, placing it in front of the two kids. You let them decorate the cookies while you and Joe make hot chocolate in the kitchen with warm smiles and full hearts.

The night goes on with laughter, soft Christmas music, which Joe played while you four are decorating cookies and sipping hot chocolate, and joy.

After a while, the kids are put to bed after drinking a warm glass of milk, since you both didn't want them having sugar so late, and you and Joe settle into the living room. You both sit down on the carpet with toys from the kids' Christmas lists and begin wrapping them with some eggnog, both of you laughing at how bad Joe's wrapping skills are. You move, sitting in his lap and guiding his large, warm hands to actually wrap a gift. The Christmas music still playing in the background and the crackle of the fireplace adding another touch. You turn slightly when Joe's hands move to his pockets. You laugh when he pulls out a mistletoe.

"You're unbelievable!" You exclaim, hitting his shoulder playfully. He grins, chuckling a bit as he holds the mistletoe above both of your heads, muttering as he leans closer, "You know the tradition honey." You smile at him, shaking your head playfully before grabbing his shirt and pulling him into a deep, passionate kiss, closing your eyes with a hum and leaning into him. He sighs against your lips, his eyes falling closed and his hand dropping the mistletoe to grab at your waist, his other hand gripping your hip and turning you around to straddle him so you have a more comfortable position. You hum, resting your hands on his shoulders and continuing to kiss him, everything else fading away.

Nothing like the night before Christmas with your family, right?

[mari-thebrowser125]

His Girl

Nightmares are the worst. Especially when they're fake yet feel so real. That's how you feel tonight. Waking up from a nightmare and unable to fall back asleep. Sighing heavily, you sit up, looking around your room, filled of posters, stuffed animals (most from your boyfriend), cosmetics, and other things. The dark is doing no favors to your current state, nor is the raging storm outside, Hawkins and its unending glooming weather. You slide out of bed, flick on a light and, reluctantly, grab the landline phone next to your bed. Dialing a number like it's muscle memory, and for you, it is. You put the receiver to your ear and listen to the ringing. One-two- and he picks up on the third ring with a raspy, "Yeah?". The sound makes your stomach flip and you take a deep breath before responding, "Billy? I'm sorry for waking you but I had a nightmare. I can't go back to sleep." There's a pause before a deep sigh sounds out and a muttered, "Be there in five." The line cuts off and you let out a soft, relieved sigh. The tension in your shoulders ease at the knowledge that your boyfriend will still come to comfort you despite the pouring rain. You glance down at your pjs, a pair of silk black shorts with black lace lining the hem and a old grey sweatshirt that you stole from Billy and never plan on giving back.

Five minutes later, the rumble of his Camaro sounds outside your window and you slip on some black sneakers before heading downstairs and out the front door. A smile spreads on your face at the sight of Billy, pushing open the passenger side door from the inside, prompting you to get in. You run through the rain, down your porch and slide into his car, closing the car door behind you. Turning your head to look at him, you smile at him before muttering, "Thanks for coming to get me." He glances at you before turning his gaze to the road as he pulls out of your driveway and drives down the road, responding, "Yeah yeah. You're lucky you're cute." He rolls his eyes but you can see the smirk tugging at the edges of his lips. You shake your head, looking out of the passenger window and watching the scenery zoom past. After a while, Billy speaks up, breaking the comfortable silence, "You hungry?" You glance at him, thinking about it before nodding, "Yeah. A bit." He nods, taking a turn and turns into the parking lot of a 24 hour diner, turning off and getting out of the car before jogging to your side of the car and opening the door for you and a flat remark, "Let's go baby." You nod, getting out of the car, he closes the door behind you and both of you head into the diner and taking a booth seat in the back. A waitress comes and takes your orders, Billy emphasizing that it's to-go, and you both wait.

20 minutes later, you get your food and get back in the car, Billy taking off down the road again. You eat fries and listen to the radio in his car as he drives before pulling into an empty parking lot in the woods that leads to a campsite, though you two won't be using it. He cuts the engine and turns to you, reaching for his food and beginning to eat. A comfortable silence settles between you two, broken by the music of the radio and the gentle rustle of paper as you eat your burgers and fries, occasionally sipping your drinks through your straws. Minutes pass and you finish your food before Billy, cleaning up the trash and not really looking at you, speaks, "So, you gonna tell me what the nightmare was about?" You freeze, your straw resting in your mouth, your hand around your drink before slowly setting it down and looking down at your lap, muttering, "It's.. stupid." He pauses, tossing the bag of paper out the window and rolling it back up before looking at you, "Nothing's ever stupid if it bothered you that bad that you called me to get you." You sigh, silently hating how he can see through you before responding, your voice just above a whisper, fiddling with your hands in your lap and not really paying attention to how the sweatshirt sliding down your shoulder, revealing the plum colored bra strap underneath, "It.. was of you dying." He stares at you before sighing, his hand curving under your jaw, turning your head to look at him, his eyes boring into yours before he speaks gently, "I'm right here." You stare at him, swallowing hard before murmuring, "I know. It's my stupid subconscious." He smirks, not cocky but a little amused before speaking, "Yeah? Means you been thinking about it." You scoff softly, rolling your eyes fondly and shaking your head, "Shut up. Since when did you get all psychological?" He snorts in amusement, his hand gripping your jaw tighter and pulling you closer, "I might've read something." You hum, smiling at him softly before your gaze drops to his lips involuntarily, your own parting slightly. He notices, he always does, and his eyes darken slightly, his gaze dropping to your lips, murmuring, "I'm not going anywhere baby, alright?" You nod, noticing his lowered gaze and you swallow hard, your breath catching in your throat.

He notices the breath catch, smirking and leaning over, closing the distance until your noses brush and you're sharing breaths. Your gazes lock and you lean into him, whispering, "Thank you for being here for me." He stares at you, muttering a "always" before leaning closer and kissing you, his eyes falling closed. You sigh against his lips, your eyes fluttering closed as you kiss him back, your hands reaching over and gripping the sides of his shoulders. He smirks into the kiss before deepening it, his head tilting to the side to slot your lips together better, his tongue brushing the seam of your mouth, begging for entrance. You grant it with a soft moan at how quickly things have escalated, one of your hands moving to the back of his head, gripping his curls and keeping your eyes closed. Your tongues brush and slide against each other, soft moans leaving your lips and soft groans leaving his, the sounds drowned in the heated kiss.

Some time in your makeout session, his hands slide down your sides, feeling the fabric of the sweatshirt before gripping your waist and hauling you over the console and into his lap, forcing you to straddle his lap, covered in black sweatpants. You gasp, breaking the kiss and panting against his mouth with a soft giggle, "Eager?" He hums, nodding and his hands slide under the sweatshirt, feeling the heated skin underneath and raking his blunt nails against the smooth skin, "You got no idea baby." He murmurs before dipping his head to mouth at your neck. Pressing kisses to your jaw, neck, exposed shoulder, all while whispering praises into your skin, letting the words sink under your skin. You sigh, tilting your head to give him more room, the hand in the back of his head gripping his curls tighter, your other hand gripping his broad shoulder.

An hour later, you sigh, your head resting against Billy's bare chest as you both lay in the backseat of his Camaro, the windows of the car foggy and a thin blanket covering both of your bare bodies. You watch your hand silently, your hand tracing invisible patterns on his sweat slicked chest, relaxed as his hand runs his fingers through your hair, lightly scratching at your scalp. You hum before looking up at him, your hand stilling and resting your chin on his chest, murmuring softly, not wanting to break the atmosphere, "You're the best, you know that? Can't believe you used to beat people up for fun." He chuckles, tilting his head to look down at you as he responds, "Yeah well.. I got tired of seeing that disappointed look on your face. And got tired of hearing your lecturing while you cleaned me up." You laugh softly, shaking your head and resting your cheek on his chest, "Because you deserved it." He hums, resuming his head scratches before muttering softly, "Whatever you say baby." You snicker in amusement before closing your eyes, finally able to go back asleep. Safe in his arms, his embrace, the promise of his safety.

AN: Hey guys! Decided to post this since I had a dream about something similar. Enjoy!

[mari-thebrowser125]

Morpheus and his Goddess

Hi guys! It's been a while and I see my Wyatt one shot is getting a lot of action. Anyways, I watched the Sandman season 2 and balled my eyes out so I'm going to be rearranging a few scenes to make myself feel better. Let me know if you like it? P.S. I'm writing this at 2am so I might not have proofread it. Also, this is a bit of a spoiler warning for Sandman season 2. But enjoy and let me know if you want another one.

You walk the hallways of your palace, the sun shining and birds chirping. A white fluffy cat trails after you, your companion for as long as you could remember. Your skin feels warm under the warmth of the sun in your realm, your hair braided and crowned with a golden crown embedded with flowers, a pastel pink flowing gown adorning your figure. The light fabric trails after you, the gown decorated with different colored laces in the shape of flowers, a common thing to be seen as the Goddess of Life and Beauty. Golden jewelry adorning your neck and ears, even your wrists and fingers. You continue walking, deciding to take a stroll though your garden of flowers in your palace, smiling politely at the staff bustling around the place. As you reach your garden, you stop in the middle, taking in the golden fountain of two swans in the shape of a heart, the water flowing from the open mouths of the swans. You sigh, enjoying the beautiful day before slowly turning around at the sound of hurried footsteps coming up from behind you. You turn to find one of your most trusted staff members, Alia, who is holding a letter in her hands. Tilting your head, you step toward her, speaking curiously, though a hint of concern laces your voice, "Alia? Is there something wrong?" You watch as the woman catches her breath before holding out the letter to you as she responds, still a bit breathless, "I apologize for the intrusion my lady but.. there is a letter from the King of Dreams, Lord Morpheus." You pause, staring at her before taking the letter, waving her away and opening the parchment slowly, reading the writing on the paper. It reads:

"My dearest friend,

If you are reading this, and if I am correct, you will be standing in your gardens right about now, enjoying the sun as you always do. This letter is a goodbye. I am sure you have heard about the boon I granted my son, the boon I granted by killing him. You, of all people, should know the laws against spilling family blood. I have come to accept this. Do not worry, little dreamer, and do not cry. It has been an honor to have lived and known you for this long. But I knew what I was doing when I killed my son and now I must face the consequences, however dire. Please, I have spoken with the new Dream, although he is a child by now, and I have informed him that he is to go to you should he need any assistance or guidance as he will be lost. Help him and do not dwell on my death for too long. I have taken precautions, letter and gifts and videos that will appear for the next hundred years should you miss me too much. I will miss you, goodbye.

Sincerely, your Dream."

You stand there, staring at the letter, not noticing the tears until they soak the parchment. A sniffle leaves your lips before a sob breaks through and you cannot stop it. You stand there, sobbing and clutching the paper to your chest, feeling the large ache there.

After a few moments, something clicks, a thought that maybe Dream isn't dead yet. You collect yourself as much as you can before travelling through time and space, using your powers and arriving in Dream's realm, in his throne room, clutching the letter. You look around, trying to find him before your gaze lands on him standing at the foot of his throne, staring at it in thought. You notice the way his back straightens, his back tensing as if he's sensed you, which he undoubtedly had. You wait until he faces you before your gaze hardens and anger flares throughout your body. You step closer before speaking through gritted teeth, your jaw clenched, "A note? Really? You didn't even have the courage to face me directly?" He stares at you, unable to speak because you cut him off before he can, continuing to step toward him, your voice rising, "A note?! A goodbye note is the best you could do? Did you think it would lessen the blow?"

"No." Is all he responds with, his expression unreadable, but you knew better.

"Then why?" You ask, inches from him now, looking up into those dark eyes that always made you want to drown into the sea of darkness and stars. The same eyes that almost seem dull by the prospect of his death.

He stares at you before speaking lowly, almost as if he didn't know how to make his voice louder, "Because I convinced myself that if I faced you, you would be able to see the truth."

You stare at him, furrowing your eyebrows as your anger simmers just a bit, still there just overtaken by curiosity as you respond, "What truth?"

"That I am afraid to die."

[mari-thebrowser125]

The Other Swan Sister

Walking down a dark hallway, turning corners, trying to find something... anything ... to show some form of life. After walking for what feels like an eternity, you come upon an old oak door. Not the double door type but a single one, like a door to a bedroom. You, slowly and cautiously, open the door. Another dark place.. a room. Feeling your way around the room, you find a light switch and flick it on. In the corner of the room, you see a man in the shadows. Softly, you call, "Hey. Who are you?" The tall man turns to face you and you see that he has pale skin which almost shines in the moonlight. He has red irises for eyes which seem to bore into your very soul. He smile a bit, almost a predatory smirk as he looks you over before replying faintly, his voice almost like a whisper, "Your future husband." Then, as quickly as he was there, he was gone. Vanished, into the moonlight in front of your eyes, leaving you confused and a bit disoriented.

You wake up panting from your nightmare.. dream.. vision.. whatever it was. You shiver, a cold sweat lightly soaking your clothes and the sheets beneath you. Your dad, Charlie, comes running into the room, you must have been screaming again. You look up at him, noticing his disheveled state, the bags under his eyes and immediately, you feel a wave of guilt. "Was I screaming again?" You ask softly, keeping your voice low in the quiet home. He nods with a sigh, running a hand through his hair, "Yeah, you were. Another nightmare?" He counters, taking a seat beside you on your bed. With a sigh and a nod you confirm his question, "Yeah. I'm sorry for waking you." He waves a hand dismissively before using it to rub your back, trying to give you some form of comfort. "It's fine, as long as your alive, I'll always come running to you." You smile at him gently, leaning closer to kiss his cheek before speaking, "I know. You can go back to bed dad, I'll be fine." He stares at you for a moment, almost assessing your sincerity before sighing and nodding, "Okay, kiddo." He stands up and you watch him walk toward the door, pause and then turn around to speak to you again, "Remember, Bella is coming today so.. be nice. For my sake, yeah?" You stare at him as he speaks before nodding, plastering a small smile, "Yeah dad, for you."

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Hotch One-Shot

Working at the BAU is an emotionally and physically draining job. It's helpful to find something positive and that's what you did but your positive wasn't a something, more of a someone. Hotch had been your positive in your world of negative. He listened to you and made you feel seen. He paid attention to all of the small things and knew how to handle your mood swings. He was everything you needed. Your and Jack's relationship was great as well. He was a smart kid and you got along when you saw him, which wasn't much. In the hotel room, it's you and Hotch's turn to share a room. You both had just finished a particularly draining case and it took a toll on you both, you especially, considering you were one of the victims. You were assigned to stake out a possible victim and you were right, however, he took you by surprise and knocked you out. He touched you in unimaginable ways. You were a play toy to him and he used you for his entertainment and you were terrified. The good news is, before he actually got the chance to rape you, your team caught him and took him into custody. He didn't deny anything and confessed in the first hour. They were able to charge him with all of the murders and rapes and he went to prison. "You've been quiet." Jumping a bit, you turn towards the source of the sound to see Hotch already looking at you. "Yeah.. sorry.. just thinking." He nods, "You want to talk about it?" You shake your head, "Im just tired. Can we go to bed?" He nods and gets ready for bed and you do too. Laying in bed, he says, "Can I hold you?" You nod and he scoots closer to spoon you. Soothing you by rubbing your hair, you fall asleep and eventually, so does Hotch.

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Wyatt Lykensen One-Shot

Being Addison's twin sister and being on the cheer team has some perks. On top of that, dating a werewolf, who can be a bit protective when necessary, is good too. You've been dating Wyatt for a year and today is your anniversary and it's been great. However, when the aliens came you and Addison have taken it upon yourselves to to make them feel welcome. But.. A-lan has taken your kindness for infatuation and has taken a liking to you and Wyatt doesn't seem too happy about it. Walking out of your class, you find Wyatt standing there with flowers. You smile, "Aww.. you remembered." He says, "Of course I did andd.. we are going on a date to celebrate. I already planned everything.. with the help of Wynter.. Willa.. Addison.. and Eliza but it's done and all you-" Someone cuts him off, "Y/N, I was wondering if-," he stops, looking up to find Wyatt with flowers and you both standing right next to each other, in conversation. "Oh.. was I interrupting something?" You nod, "Yeah, me and Wyatt were talking, can you give us a moment?" "Of course," he says smiling but continues to stand there, staring at you. Wyatt, practically growling, speaks, "Alone." "Oh.. does Y/N want me to leave?" A-lan looks at you and you nod. He turns and leaves. Wyatt continues, "Anyways, before we were rudely interrupted, all you have to do is bring yourself. 8pm?" You smile and nod. "You know.. you can remove your hands from my waist now, right?" He smiles and pulls you closer. "I know.. but I like seeing you flustered." Before you could protest, he kisses you and you melt.

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Fire and the Rose

She hears it, the screams, the cries of anguish, she hears everything, and yet, she can do nothing. Her father is by her side, holding her hand, watching the door as they bang on it to get to her. He won’t let them take away his daughter over an obsession, he won’t. He unsheathes his sword, ready to lunge at anyone that comes through that door.. until.. it all stops.

You gasp for air as you have had another one of those, inexplainable, nightmares. You’ve been having them ever since you came to the Redkeep. You must have let out an scream before because one of your handmaidens comes rushing into your room, “Are you alright, my lady? I heard you scream.” You sigh as you, once again, will not hear the end of it from you’re mother for disturbing royals with ‘foolish nightmares’. You speak, “Yes, I am alright, Anya, just another dream, nothing to worry about.” Anya looks suspiciously at you and say, “Are you sure, my lady? Should I go fetch the maester?” You shake your head and Anya bows and leaves. Sometimes, you forget that people would do anything at your bidding because you’re betrothed to one of the most dangerous men in the royal family, Aemond Targaryen. Your mothers have known each other all their life so it wasn’t a surprise when it was announced that Aemond was to be your husband. As you get out of your bed and slip into another night dress, the other drenched in sweat, you notice something out of the corner of your eye. Aemond Targaryen at your window.. with.. a gift? You, instantly, jump and say, “My Prince! What are you doing here? The hour is late.” He hums and nod and says, “Yes, well, I couldn’t sleep. Do you mind?” He gestures to the seat by your fire place and you nod, slowly. He takes the seat and you soon sit in the next seat across from him. After a silence, he, in a whisper, speaks, “I have brought you something,, would you like to see what it is?” You nod and he gives you a sapphire blue box. You take it from him and unlace the bow that was on top when you gasp. There was a beautiful sapphire necklace inside with a pair of earrings to match. You look up at him and ask, “Why did you give this to me, My Prince?” He looks regretful for a moment then says, “Why? Do you not like it?” You say, “No, I love it, it’s beautiful. But I don’t understand, you have been cold towards me since the day the King announced our marriage.. why give me such a beautiful gift now?” He sighs and says, “I know and I apologize, that isn’t how my betrothed should be treated.. I’m sorry.” You nod before looking down at the necklace again... you look closely to see that it has the Targaryen house symbol on it.. The three headed dragon. You speak after a moment of silence, ”Thank you, My Pri-,” He stops you and says, “Please, call me Aemond.” You nod, “Thank you.. Aemond.” Testing the word on your tongue.. it gives you a weird sense of comfort. He, then, speaks, “And, don’t let that Jason Lannister that close to you again, or I’ll cut out his tongue and feed him to my dragon.” He, then, swiftly get up out of his seat and leaves.