"Bed. Empty. No. NOTE. SYRAX. GONE."

MY PARENTS’ RINGS

carl grimes x fem!reader

(you and carl have been “married” since childhood.)

tags: flufffff, slight angst, mentions of death.

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You’ve known Carl since you were born. Your moms were bestfriends from high school who’d miraculously gotten pregnant around the same time which, naturally, made you best friends as well. You can’t remember your guys’ first play date, you’d been having sleepovers with him every weekend as well.

Around kindergarten, there was an activity in class where you guys could make jewelry. Carl at the time was completely in love with you, although then you weren’t particularly interested in boys and were more interested in exploring and adventures, you needed someone to go on adventures with.

So, when he’d walked up to you on the playground with the ring he made very poorly, your five year old brain knew exactly where it was going. He proposed to you right there in the pokey wood chips under the slide which by the way was covered in cobwebs. How romantic. You thought that if he’d gone on many adventures with you previously, if he was your husband he’d be forced to be your adventure partner. So you said yes. On the condition he’d be by your side for all your escapades. “Anything for you angel.” He responded.

He held you to it, too. He’d continue to call you his wife and angel, a nickname that’d stick for the rest of your childhood. Everyone knew how much he’d loved you and how much he protected you from anything that could possibly harm you in any way. There was a spider in your room? He’d kill it. Someone was bothering you? He’d help you work it out. You got in an argument with your parents? He was close enough with them to argue with them for you. You ended up helping him through the death of his own father who was also someone you’d looked up to for a long time.

Then, the apocalypse started. You were at Carl’s house with Lori when Shane had arrived to round everyone up. They’d return back to your house to rally up your parents but when Shane went inside to get them, you heard his gun go off a couple times.

He walked out that house alone with a big frown on his face.

So you sobbed the whole time and Carl cuddled your side, holding your hand and occasionally shed some tears. He helped you process it, granted you both were ten but he knew what it was like to lose a parent. When Rick came back, he apologized oddly enough. “Angel…I’m sorry my dad came back.” He told you as you hid in the blanket on your cot that was set up in the Grimes’ tent. You flipped over on your side to look at him. “Why did yours get to come back and not mine?”

Your guys’ “marriage” hit a rough patch to say the least. At some point, Carl walked up to Rick with the dilemma. “My wife is mad at me…how do you make mom feel better?” He asked. Rick informed Lori on the situation and she helped you understand. So from there you dropped your little grudge and realized that you loved Carl back. It only took you maybe five years and yeah you were quite young to know you loved him the way you did, but he was the only person in your life who’d stay consistent; even with the world dying.

A good amount of time had passed, when Shane died the first thing you wanted to do was take anything he possibly had on him. So, you took his 22 necklace and his jacket. Handling his dead body that young wasn’t ideal but you needed to remember him. You shoved his necklace in your pockets and threw his jacket on before escaping from the walkers flooding into the farm.

Upon finding safety, you pull out Shane’s necklace to discover he’d kept your parents rings on his necklace. You didn’t say anything about it, you hid them for the right time. He’d notice them later but he kept quiet about it.

You’d gone through the prison, then Terminus. It felt like Carl had never stopped touching you throughout everything. He was holding your hand or maybe even had his hand gripping your thigh. He’d reassure you by holding you or kissing your cheek repeatedly. He made sure you were well fed while you and the group were on the road after losing Beth. “Here, Angel, take this.” He handed you half of his granola bar.

“Angel, need some water to wash that down?” Abraham nudged a water bottle your way, Carl looked at him funny which caught a couple people’s attentions. Abraham looked around. “What?” He questioned. No one really responded but Tara spoke up, clearing her throat awkwardly before speaking. “I’ve uh…I’ve learnt that ‘Angel’ is just a Carl thing.” She explains. Abraham processes and Rick sort of laughs. “Yeah I’ve known her since she’s was born…he won’t even let me call her that either.” He looks to Carl with a teasing smile, prompting the others to sort of smirk and giggle themselves. “Well my apologies.”

Carl gives Abraham a forgiving nod.

Getting to Alexandria was like a breath of fresh air. You and Carl were able to be somewhat of a normal teenage couple who could go on dates and make out in places they shouldn’t. He helped ease your nerves with the new environment, despite his own considering he didn’t know how real Alexandria really was.

He’d fallen more and more in love with you. At some point he’d brought up your kindergarten marriage.

“Do you remember when you said yes when I proposed to you in kindergarten?” He smiled at you as you leaned your head on his shoulder. The two of you were stargazing on a bench by Alexandria’s pond. “Yeah you’ve never let me forget it.” You respond with a small giggle. He pulled back to look at you. “Well I was thinking…with the way the world is and everything.” He chuckles nervously, looking down at your hands which were tightly gripping each other’s, “Maybe we can really be married.”

He stared at you, anticipating your answer. “Well, I dunno what you mean, we’ve been married this whole time.” You say sort of jokingly, causing him to smile, “I think you just mean official rings. I mean we’ve held the label this whole time. Not to mention you’ve stuck to your vows.” You remind him of how he’d promised to stick with you throughout everything. He nods for a moment, his eyes lingering on your face as he admires how beautiful you are in the light of the pretty moon. “Official rings would be nice.”

Without another word, you pulled your hand away, causing Carl’s expression to drop a tad as you dig into your pocket. Your hand comes back out of your jeans in a fist and you stick your hand out, gesturing for him to put his own out. He places his hand out flat and you drop two rings, the metals knocking into each other with a small clink as he looks into your eyes. “Wait really? Aren’t these…” His voice trails off and he looks at you intently.

“My parents’ rings.”

There’s a moment of silence before you take your dad’s ring from his palm and take his left hand, slipping it gently onto his ring finger. It fit perfectly, almost like it was fitted to him. He looks at it for what felt like ages before taking your mother’s ring in his hand. He gently held your left hand, sliding it on to your ring finger. The two of you put your hands between your bodies and just stare.

He tilts his head back up to look at you and before you could fully look at him he kissed you, gently holding the side of your face while he did so.

It was one of the thousands of kisses he’d given you, but this one was different.

Maybe you could go on honeymoon.

a/n: so anon actually wanted this full of fluff but i couldn’t help myself with some parts of angst LMAOOO sorry anon i hope u still like it. i actually think this is the cutest fucking thing i’ve written in a long ass time I LOVEEE IT SM!!! also for those who’ve been waiting for let me make it up to you part two THAT SHITS BEEN OUT idk not as many ppl saw it and there’s sm smut in that shit >_< anyway thank u sm for this cute ass request it was so fun to write and it got me out of my writing funk :)))

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dabi not being used to love and affection so when someone shows him any kind of affection he thinks they have an ulterior motive

𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏 𝑫𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐛𝐚𝐥

   One of the three untamed dragons that resided on Dragonstone, the Cannibal was given his name due to his eating habits. Feasting on dead, newborn and unhatched dragons, he was a wild and vicious beast. No trainer, dragon rider or dragon seed could tame the Cannibal, and all those who tried were devoured. 

   The Cannibal’s appearance was black in colour, with striking green eyes. He was the oldest and biggest of the wild dragons; Sheepstealer and Grey Ghost. Nearly the size of Vhagar, the Cannibal resembled a mix between Balerion, Drogon and Vermithor. All looking on the more traditional side of the dragon species. 

   Some history books say the Cannibal lived on Dragonstone long before the Targaryen’s settled there in 114 BC.

𝒈𝒊𝒇 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒕: @vizual-demon

rhaenyra: why on earth are they blaming me? WHO would do such a thing?

daemon, guilty asf right next to her:

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God says: The waiting isn’t wasted—I’m preparing you for what’s ahead. — God

vhagar pov

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Breed like Gnomes [Fred Weasley]

Title: Breed like Gnomes.

Pairing: PregnantWife!Reader x Fred Weasley

Timeline: Set after Canon (Fred lives!)

Summary: At Ginny and Harry’s wedding, you find yourself facing Aunt Muriel’s unpleasantness, so Fred decides to have some fun.

Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy, babies, sexual references.

Word count: 1.2k

June 4th 2003, a joyful and long awaited day for all in attendance. The marriage of Harry Potter and Ginevra Weasley. It was a family affair, both in blood and bond, the entire venue packed with loved ones sharing in the happiness of the newlyweds.

Being Ginny's long standing friend and now sister-in-law, you were naturally made a bridesmaid along with six others who proudly stood by Ginny's side as she said her vows. It was beautiful, joyous and utterly heartwarming to see them unite and be declared husband in wife in front of the many people attending. The couple had initially wanted a much smaller affair than what had transpired but in the end, they were too deeply cared for by so many and the numbers were ever increasing, only made worse by Molly's excitement and welcoming nature.

It had been a truly magical day; getting to support your new sister in law, to see your daughter throw wild flowers down the aisle and most of all getting to check out your husband in his tux as he sat beaming beside his twin brother in the front row, holding back a tear at seeing his little sister suddenly looking so grown up.

"You alright sweetheart?" Fred asks worriedly as you lower yourself gently into your assigned seat inside the bustling marquee. It was getting late now, the party stretching into the night as people danced merrily around you.

You were exhausted from the day, the early morning, the usual nuptial stresses and from the shoes that were growing increasingly uncomfortable around your slightly swollen ankles.

You simply smiled warmly at Fred with a little nod, leaning into his touch when he placed his arm behind you on your chair, his fingers fidgeting with the strands of hair that had fallen down your back.

You both turned your heads in the direction of delighted squeals and watched as your children danced around, chasing each other and their many cousins with beaming smiles on their faces. Their nice outfits were quite frankly ditched at this point and they'd eaten more cake than you cared to admit throughout the day but as you looked at the three happy faces on the dance floor, you couldn't care less. Their uncle George took turns spinning and twirling them and you couldn't help but watch in devotion at seeing your oldest dancing with your brother in law, no doubt standing on his feet as he glided her around whilst the twins ran in circles around the dancing pair.

You let out a little surprise gasp when you felt a sharp kick to your side, just underneath your rib.

"I thought you were asleep," you say quietly with a loving smile as your hand drifts down to your blooming bump, gently rubbing over the spot where you'd felt a little prod.

"Letting you know he's there?" Fred asks with a smirk, noticing your movements. He moved closer and places his large hand over yours, wanting to feel for himself the little kicks that had you smiling at your bump.

"He?" You question sarcastically, with a slight raise of your eyebrow.

"Fathers intuition," Fred smirks with a slight shrug, "never been wrong yet."

"You didn't know there were two last time," you countered teasingly, nodding your head towards the two litttle boys causing havoc on the dance floor. He lets out a boyish chuckle and for a moment you both catch each other's eyes, both twinkling in delight and bound with love. You'd been married for nearly five years, together for much longer but it still took your breath away how much you loved this man, and how much he loved you in return.

"Good heavens!"

The nice moment passed as soon as the loud, screechy voice sounded out on the next table, forcing you apart. You jumped slightly at the unexpected noise before realising that Fred's great aunt Muriel had taken up a seat at the table beside yours and as usual her presence was unwanted. Her voice went through you, like nails on a chalkboard. The high tone and the derogatory, unpleasant undertone to her words, accompanied by the constant hateful look on her face were enough to cement a negative association in your mind. Both you and Fred deflated a little at her presence, with Fred letting out an audible sigh that you felt in your soul. Even your baby let out a sharp kick as if to announce their own displeasure at the sound of her voice.

"Yes aunt Muriel?" Fred says in the most monotone voice he can muster, not even attempting to hide the dismay in his voice, or his face.

"Godric," she mumbles under her breath, casting her eyes between the two of you, focusing her beady eyes on your bump, and where your children were currently hanging off George like monkeys in a tree. "You breed like gnomes!"

You hope your face doesn't show the depth of your exasperation at her words but you doubted your ability to keep a straight face. Fred, of course, finds it hilarious and can't keep the smile off of his face. You can feel his shoulders moving up and down with silent laughter but he manages to contain it and simply clears his throat to hide the laughter.

"Have either of you considered simply reading of an evening? Instead of what I assume are your usual activities?" She says with a bitter tone, face downturned into her usual grimace.

Fred snorts at her words and though you feel slightly offended by her accusation, just as you always did by her comments, you can't help but chuckle yourself at the strangeness of the situation. Was she really commenting on your sex life?

"Onto your fourth already! And only 25! You’re worse than your mother, all of you breed like Gnomes."

"You see I've never been one for reading, but I tried," Fred replies coyly. From his tone of voice you can tell that he's teasing, about to prod the bear. "But it only gave me more ideas. What was is called sweetheart? Some muggle book... Kama sutra! Eroticism for begginers. Let me tell you, it's changed my life! Couldn't put it down... or her," he says, nodding his head towards you with a wicked smile on his face as his hand snakes around to cradle your bump once again.

You can't hide your smile this time as Muriel lets out a disgusted squark and turns away with a deeper grimace than before. You turn your head and snuggle into Fred's shoulder to hide your laughter whilst he openly chuckles to himself, head thrown back slightly in glee.

"You're terrible," you mutter with a smirk, pulling yourself away from the soft fabric of his shirt where it stretches over his muscled shoulders. His smile is wide and wicked as he takes in your words, hearing nothing but compliments.

"Hilarious is a better word," he quips, eyes shining in delight.

"Incorrigible."

"Completely irreformable," he agrees without a single care. "But I think you like me like this."

You look up from under your lashes at him, matching the look in his sparkling eyes and can't help but agree.

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The Shepherd’s Girl | Alec Volturi x Female Reader [PART II]

⚠️[WARNING: mentions of murder and attempted sexual assault]⚠️

Two nights later she awoke alone, and for a thousand more she remained that way. Utterly Alone.

She stood atop a balcony of the large cathedral that stood in London. She listened to the beating of hearts below her, deciding on which of them should stop that night.

Control. She loved the feeling. At this moment, she was utterly in control of life and death. Something she wished she possessed long before.

The world seemed off. She’d sensed it the last three days. Usually she would run across at least a vampire or two, but she didn’t even smell one.

Even the humans seemed not at ease.

She took in a deep breath closing her eyes. The wind blew causing rain to speckle on her porcelain skin. Her cloak danced in the wind as she stood up from her stoop.

The sound of a mans voice rang through her ears. The smell of his blood automatically notifying her he was intoxicated.

“That stupid wh-whore wouldn’t give me not-nothing Ollie!”

“After all that fucking money on drinks she wouldn’t even give me a-” Y/N growled as the man continued.

She walked the side of the cathedral with grace as she followed the smell of the intoxicated man. She balanced effortlessly on the three inches she was able to move on. Anger fired in her like a match to kerosene as he continued.

She smirked as she watched the man fall over himself in the dark alleyway below. Leaving the Irish pub.

A cut on his hand made Y/N inhale deeply. Usually alcohol deterred her but at this moment she felt she could endure a little distaste in order to rid the world of someone so vile.

As he stood up Y/N elegantly leaped from the top of the cathedral and landing on her feet in front of the man. He screamed as he fell back once more at the girls presence.

She smirked as he looked in fear, tilting her head. “Who-who the hell are you?” He quickly sobered up as he stood to his feet. He slowly backed away from the young girl.

 She hummed the same ancient melody as she closed her eyes. Tilting her head up to the sky a grin on her pale lips. Her arms extending momentarily before dropping back down to her sides, much like her head and smile. Utterly  enchanted he hadn’t even processed the danger he was in until she pounced him.

His eyes rolled back as she finished him making his body turn cold. The taste of alcohol made her cringe but it soon faded.

She easily threw the mans body over her shoulder and carried him to the dumpster at the end. She lazily threw him in, grabbing the silver lighter in her pocket.

With a small flick she threw it in and the garage burned in a firey blaze. She closed the lid to make sure the rain wouldn’t douse it and to make sure his body wouldnt be found.

She smirked in statisfaction as she walked away from the burning dumpster.

For over a thousand years she had killed people, but none were innocent for a majority of that time. She didn’t enjoy killing the innocent, that’s why she killed the guilty.

She still felt the guilt of her newborn years. She’d killed hundreds maybe even thousands of innocent lives.

She didn’t know what she was, that was until a mysterious man in a black cloak told her if she didn’t contain herself he would be forced to kill her. And with that he left her on her own again.

From her experiences as a human, she decided that her immortal existence would be easiest in isolation.

For over three decades she found herself a nomad in modern day England. She avoided both immortals and mortals successfully.

She wasn’t the same little girl she was before that night. She was a woman now, perhaps even one of the oldest on the planet. Yet, she still looked not a day over 16.

The young and naive innocence left her body as she watched the people she loved be burned alive. Watching her fiancé scream in agony, his sisters pain turning to vengeful anger as flames ripped at her skin, and her future mother in laws pale white body bloodied and surrounded by stones. She was different now. Soulless as she liked to call herself.

She whipped the remaining blood from the corners of her lips. A sigh erupted from her throat as she began her endless journey once more. The same raining sky’s and pavements. The same people, the same smells, and the same pain. Everything was the same, yet so different at the same time.

The off sense of the world kept bothering her as she walked the alleyways of London. Everything felt wrong. The sound of feet made her stop in her tracks.

She paused before she spoke. “What do you want?” Her sorrowful angelic voice mused. She barely spoke above a whisper. Her tone soft and delicate.

“Don’t be threatened, we come here in peace. We were suggested to come here by Amun-” The unknown mans soft tone was quickly cut off by Y/N sharp and loud one. Her back still facing the couple.

“Tell that son of a bitch to kiss my ass.” Her angelic voice quickly transformed into a deep and threatening one.

“You’re obviously not endearing friends of his since he sent you to me. He knows I’ll fucking kill you. And you are fools to have dealings with such a serpent.” She seethed turning on her heel. Her eyes were feral and pitch black.

Although for most creatures she found pity, she had none for fellow vampires. Creatures of the devil. She was a creature of the devil. The contrasting opposite of the angelic being she was as a mortal all too long ago.   

The man silently fell to his knees. A small whimper left his lips as his blonde hair fell into his face. Y/N hadn’t noticed the frantic brunette woman by his side until she spoke.

“Please! Whatever you’re doing to him, please stop! We only wish to inform you! Something horrible has occurred and all vampires are in the middle of this, including you!”

Y/N let go of her hold on the man. Her eyes quickly darting to the beautiful woman. Y/N’s head tilted as she noticed yellow irises. The woman had stepped out of the shadow her and her mate were hidden in.

The man fell back onto the ground and curled himself into a cacoon. The woman’s head quickly turned to him, her eyes widening in fear. She was amazed by what the small girl had done but was confused by what her mate was experiencing.

Venom tears fell from his wide eyes. Y/N was used to the sight. Often people fall into shock after she uses her gift, a temporary side-effect.

“We didn’t come here to recruit you for a coven. Let me introduce myself, I’m Esme Cullen. He is my husband, Carlisle, the leader of our family.”

Y/N felt entranced by the woman. A motherly aura surrounded her as she carefully approached the unpredictable ancient.

She stopped once she was four feet from the girl. Her heart shape face, thick brown hair, and round doe eyes were finally in Y/N’s sight. Her face stayed solemn as she continued to speak.

“I assume you know of the Volturi, since you’ve been around far longer than both my husband and myself. Our family is in need of assistance…”

“I’m not fighting your battles. You’re not the first to ask. I prefer to keep out of others affairs. Find someone else to assist you in overthrowing them. I wish you the best of luck on your suicide mission, Mrs Cullen.”

Y/N turned on her heel as quickly as she finished but the woman’s voice called after her. She sighed heavily and turned around to hear her desperate pleas.

“You’ve got it all wrong. That is not our intention! Though if push comes to shove, it may result in that. Our family has had a miscommunication with the Volturi. My husband is well acquainted with the coven, he lived with them for a little over a century. They have always held a grudge against us from both his departure and our diet. They were very displeased when Carlisle left and they wish to take our gifted members into their coven and use them as weapons. We are a pacifistic group, we don’t wish for violence or war, but if our family is threatened we will do what we must. There is so much more for you to know but we don’t have much more time. The sun will rise soon. We ask that you bare witness, not fight. If conflict were to break out you are free to leave, but if you do please spread the word of what has occurred. Would you join us?”

Y/N stayed quiet as she looked back to Carlisle who was finally starting to regain his stature. Once he noticed her gaze she quickly adverted her eyes to the cross at the top of the Catholic Church.

“I’ve managed to keep the Volturi off my ass for a thousand years. Why should I sacrifice my peace and liberty for your coven? If you were to battle and I evaded, after they slaughter you, which they will, they will hunt me down and burn me at the stake for treason. Your plan is flawed. Anyone with common sense would see the issues.” Y/N wished for this confrontation to end. Y/N desperately wanted to go back into isolation. She hadn’t spoken to anyone this long in over five hundred years.

“But you aren’t at peace Y/N. You’re searching for something that you’re hiding from.” Carlisle Cullen spoke.

Amun had told Carlisle and Esme about Y/N. Amun found Y/N a little over a hundred years after turned, begging her to join his coven. She stayed for only a year before she nearly erraticated the Egyptians.

In that year Amun had discovered everything attached to Y/N’s past. When he connected the dots between her fiancé and his sister with Jane and Alec. He quickly dubbed to never tell her.

Amun knew every night Y/N would run off. She wouldnt return til early in the morning. She believed Alec and Jane were still alive. And every night she would run across the globe to find them, killing whatever she had to in her path.

She obsessed over the thought day and night. Amun could tell it tortured at her soul. She remembered every single ounce of pain she felt. And her gift was only a reminder.

Amun knew if he ever told her Alec and Jane had joined the Volturi Y/N would not hesitate to become one of them. He didn’t want her in their hands. She was too valuable. 

Y/N attacked the night her and Amun had gotten into an argument. Amun had confronted Y/N on what he believed her to be doing, inraging her. Y/N felt betrayed and judged by Amun and the other Egyptians. 

Y/N had fought the coven for hours before it finally ended. Benjamin had to nearly burn her alive before she gave up and retreated back to Europe. Amun had not seen her since but had heard rumors of a reclusive young immortal girl in England.

Y/N stopped, tilting her head in the direction of the Carlisle.

“I’m sorry Mr. Cullen?”

“The very thing you may be running from may very well be the very thing you’re looking for.”

She stayed silent, contemplating on what Carlisle Cullen may have been trying to do. There was no possible way he knew about Jane and Alec, right? He was most likely using mind tricks to win her over to fight this war for him, wasn’t he? 

“What are you trying to get at? I don’t have time for your games Mr. Cullen. I have more important things to attend to.” 

“Please just come with us and we will explain everything on our way there. You’ve been alone for so long, just this once let yourself have some companionship. All we ask is that you stay open minded. And after you understand and you still wish to leave, you’re more than welcome too.” 

Esme Cullen spoke up.

“And in return for your support to stand witness we will pay you back with something you’ve wanted for a very long time.”

Y/N was confused. The two foreigners spoke in riddles. But what struck her is the fact she knew what they meant. She knew whatever favor they needed it would end up with her finding Jane and Alec. 

She wanted more than anything to run now and do whatever they needed of her so she could find them. Find him. But she knew there had to be some sort of catch. This deal sounded too good to be true. 

And the Cullen’s still hadn’t told her why the Volturi were seeking them out.

“Why are the Volturi after you?”  

The yellow eyed couple paused looking to one another. Y/N could see how nervous they were by their demeanor. 

“There’s been a misunderstanding…”