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𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄?

↳ 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 || “can I request what would druig’s reaction be to having a secret love child with a fellow eternal.”

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 || 1.4K +

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 || slight angst, fluff

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 || druig x eternal!reader

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 || feel free to make requests, I try to get them out as fast as I can, and if you guys wanna be tagged in any fics for specific characters I write for, I can add you to tag lists 🤍

𝗶 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗰𝗼𝗽𝗶𝗲𝗱, 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱, 𝗼𝗿 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗮𝗿𝗶𝘇𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘄𝗮𝘆

You were an eternal, you and your team had been sent to earth to protect humans from the deviants, each member having a specific set of abilities, you ability was spontaneous creation, you could create pretty much every and anything your heart desired. You loved your team, treating them like your family, obviously some of them *cough ikaris *cough got on your nerves, and you didn't always see eye to eye but you loved them.

There was one eternal you loved more than the others, someone you would do anything for, druig. You and the man had a very flirty relationship, before you had even gotten together you were inseparable, so in love that seeing the two of you happy, is what allowed sersi to give ikaris a chance, the two of you were so in love that the humans, created the idea of soulmates because of the love they saw the two of you displayed.

So needless to say when the team split up, you were understandably heartbroken. You had tried to convince druig to stay for you, stay with the woman he loved, you even offered to go with him, and for a second you almost thought it had worked, until he told you that he couldn't take you away from your family. Stating that as much as he wanted to be selfish, he just couldn't let you leave with him and before you knew it everything was dark.

       You and druig didn't know why but you figured out early on, that you two could use your abilities on each other,  something that you both vowed to never do without the others permission, so when you woke up to Ajax's face, the love of your life gone, and the rest of your family gone as well, you felt betrayed.

The icing on the cake had been when Ajax told you, that she could hear another heartbeat coming from you, something that should’ve been impossible due to the fact the eternals couldn’t reproduce with each other, you knew you hadn’t been with anyone other than druig, so Ajax and you brain stormed.

The only possible conclusion was that your ability of spontaneous creation, was what allowed you to have a child with him, all the times the two of you had sat in bed after a night of making love, talking about what it would be like to have children, had most likely activated your ability without you even realizing.

After Ajax told you the group had been disbanded, druig being gone and off the radar, you ventured out on your own with the happiness of being able to experience motherhood, even if druig wasn’t there to be with you.

Canada, 2024

You were reading an old copy of pride and prejudice as your daughter Selene, paced around your warmly decorated room, ranting to her human friends about one of college professors.

   You and your daughter had settled here in 2004, you made a rule of moving around after a while, not staying in one place too long, but Selene begged and pleaded with you to stay, she loved the country and the people here. 

You ultimately folded, given that you could never say no to her, not when she had her fathers eyes. She looked so much like druig, her abilities were even closer to his than they were to yours, Selene had the ability to move things with her mind.

You had told your daughter all about who her father was, as well as your family. Often telling her stories of their greatest moments, when she younger she loved them, now that she was centuries old and in college it helped her pass.

"Hey mom, I'm going upstairs for a bit." Selene said, breaking your inner thoughts.

"Yea no problem moon." You replied, the nickname came from many centuries ago, humans who met your daughter often said she was the embodiment of the moon.

As your daughter went upstairs, still on the phone with her friends there was a heavy knock on your door, moving off the couch you moved gracefully to the door, when the door opened you were shocked to say the least.

There almost all of your family, minus makkari and Ajax. You looked over them before your eyes met his, the ones that were identical to his daughters, the smirk on his face dropped once you heard footsteps behind you.

“Y/n, we need to talk.” Ikaris began, while you were staring at druig, all those feelings of betrayal slowly began to leave, as you looked at him smirking and sure you were listening, you could multitask.

After explaining Ajax’s death, and the emergence, you sat there taking in all the information “we need you y/n” sersi all but begged, the others all looking at you.

The sound of footsteps coming down the stairs drawer everyone’s eyes away from you, And the smirk fell off druigs face when the person spoke “mom do we have- oh we have company.” Selene spoke sheepishly, before slowly leaving and going back upstairs.

To all the eternals they realized that no matter how impossible it should’ve been, that was druig daughter. There was no doubt in any of their minds, she looked too much like the two of them to not be, whereas in drug’s mind he was heartbroken, he couldn’t see the resemblance and assumed that you had moved on, found a man and started a family with him.

“I think we should give these two some privacy, we’ll see you guys outside.” Sersi spoke, making the rest of the eternals follow behind her, many of the smiling and smirking in their way out.

“Congratulations daddy.” Kingo said patting druig on the shoulder, before walking out the front door.

Druig stood there processing what was just said, finally taking the time to think about what your daughter had looked like, he finally realized how similar she looked to the both of you, he looked at you and saw you weren’t making eye contact with him.

“Hello my beautiful, beautiful y/n.” He said walking over to sit in front of you, his hand coming up to hold your cheek, grazing his thumb of the soft skin and looking into your eyes.

“Hello druig.” You responded monotone, sure you were happy to see him but you couldn’t help to but feel slightly betrayed.

He signed, before he spoke “darling, I know I can’t take back what I did but if you’ll let me, I’d love to spend the rest of eternity making it up to you, I never should’ve left you, there hasn’t been a day I haven’t missed you and regretted leaving you.”

“Than why didn’t you come back? Why haven’t you looked for me all these centuries?” You asked.

“I had responsibilities, I couldn’t just leave no matter how much I wanted to.” He told you, looking like he was almost pleading with you to understand.

You did understand, you couldn’t leave your daughter because you had a responsibility to her, and you knew druig would never lie to you, so you slowly leaned in and rested your forehead against his.

“I love you, I never stopped loving you druig, nothing would make me happier than spending the rest of eternity with you.” You told him, causing the man to smile.

He leaned in a pressed a soft kiss to your lips before pulling away, “is she mine?” He asked looking at you with such hope in his eyes.

“Of course she is my love, I’ve never been with anyone else, just you, only ever you.” You told him smiling, watching his smile grow.

“I’d like to meet her.” He told you, so you brought him upstairs and introduced him to his daughter, he loved you her, the two were very similar but druig couldn’t help but love, the fact that she looked more like you than him, in his eyes that made his daughter so much more special to him.

All those late nights talking about your imaginary children, something he had thought was never a possibility for you two, now he was here looking at his beautiful, strong and intelligent daughter, he couldn’t help but think he was the luckiest man to exist.

He finally had the woman of his dreams back in his life, and the family together that you two had always wanted, life couldn’t be much better if only he had found you two before what could be the end of the world.

𝘁𝗮𝗴𝘀 || @uwiuwi @paintingportriat @presidential-facts @waywardsummoner46 @patatas-things @kukungi

𝐈’𝐌 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐊𝐀𝐘

↳ 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘂𝗲

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 || 1K+

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 || the back story of ivar and y/n before they met eachother.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 || car accident, driving under the influence, trauma, ptsd, domestic abuse, violence, swearing

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 || modern ivar x female reader

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 || this fanfic will contain triggering subjects, if you are easily triggered this may not be the story for you, if you can relate to any of the topics this series is/will be discussing I am so sorry, just know you are not alone and it’s okay to ask for help. Also, if you want to be tagged, feel free to let me know.

𝗶 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗰𝗼𝗽𝗶𝗲𝗱, 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱, 𝗼𝗿 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗮𝗿𝗶𝘇𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘄𝗮𝘆

The reputation of the Ragnarsson family was widely recognized; Ragnar and his second wife Aslaug ran the largest law firm in Kattegat. Their sons Ubbe, Hvitserk, Sigurd, and Ivar held considerable influence at school. They were the envy of guys and the desire of girls, despite being known as players. Interestingly, Ivar was the only one who didn't show off about it.

Ivar cherished his solitude, but don't be fooled by that; just because he valued his privacy didn't mean he wasn't as mischievous as his brothers when it came to the ladies. To be honest, the attention made him feel like royalty.

However, everything changed one fateful night. At the age of 16, he made a life-altering decision to get into a car with his best friend, who was clearly too intoxicated to drive. Despite Ivar being equally under the influence, in his drunken state, he thought it was a brilliant idea.

It wasn't until he woke up in the hospital, surrounded by his family sleeping in chairs around his bed, that he realized the gravity of the situation. When he asked his mother about the events, tears threatened to fall as he learned they had collided with another vehicle while under the influence, and he was the sole survivor. To make matters worse, the doctor later mentioned that the injuries sustained could lead to permanent paraplegia, a devastating blow that required a waiting period for confirmation.

Aslaug, driven by a mother's love, observed the profound impact on her child when the doctor disclosed his condition. She sprang into action, ensuring he received top medical care, appropriate medications, and the best treatment money could provide. The accident altered him significantly, a transformation that was clear to his entire family.

They put in the work, but Ivar wasn't satisfied with just "enough."

Although he should have felt content about regaining the ability to walk, it came at a price. He now relied on leg braces, crutches, and occasionally his wheelchair if he walked for extended periods. The wheelchair symbolized weakness to him, serving as a constant reminder of that fateful night.

The memories of that traumatic night lingered, fueling the PTSD that tormented his mind. The vivid nightmares haunted him to the point where even after waking up in distress, he struggled to differentiate between reality and the horrors of his dreams.

It didn't just end there, no. Why would it? He transitioned from the popular, bad boy, player that everyone desired or aspired to be, to the furious, aggressive individual that everyone avoided. Even Ivar noticed the transformation, witnessing the sympathetic gazes from classmates, the murmurs behind his back, and the shift of attention from girls who once sought him to now shunning the "poor cripple" brother. So, he disregarded their fear of his newfound anger; in his view, being feared surpassed being pitied.

At that moment, he decided to live the rest of his life in seclusion, filled with anger, aggression, and a vow to never reveal his emotions to anyone except family.

After all, you can't get hurt if you don't let anyone in.

When college rolled in, Hvitserk crossed paths with Y/n. To be frank, he wasn't exactly on the lookout for a friend when he spotted her. In fact, his initial words to her were, "Has anyone ever mentioned that you resemble a goddess?" he quipped.

Her response was a gentle giggle that he found endearing, but what truly surprised him was her comeback.

“Nice one, I mean really excellent line. How many other girls have fallen for that?" she retorted with a smirk of her own.

From that moment forward, he truly got to know her, Y/n became his best friend. She was his go-to for girl advice, the one he turned to for family rants, the one who never judged or steered him wrong. Y/n had even met his mother and older brother Ubbe. Meeting Ubbe was a piece of cake as he was quite friendly, but his mother was a whole different experience.

Hvitserk was pleasantly surprised by his mother's newfound affection for the girl, convinced that she could make her a daughter-in-law somehow. Despite Hvitserk's attempts to reason with his mother that it was unlikely, Aslaug remained convinced saying “it was written in the stars.” His mother did always seem to have a supernatural ability to perfectly predict the future, so who knows maybe it would happen twenty years down the line.

Y/n had been one of the few dependable people in Hvitserk's life until she met her boyfriend Lucas. Initially understanding of her shifting priorities in a new relationship, Hvitserk grew concerned as Y/n gradually distanced herself completely. She stopped joining him for movie nights, avoided him in public, and ceased responding to his calls and texts.

He knew her better than anyone else, and this behavior wasn't like her at all. She used to be a social butterfly, always texting, calling, and visiting him. Her sudden change scared the hel out of him. He confided in his mother, who advised him to give her some space.

His mother suggested that maybe she was going through something and needed time to deal with it on her own. Despite his instincts telling him otherwise, he decided to trust his mother's advice. In the end, he would realize that he should have listened to his gut; it was a decision he would regret not making sooner.

next part ➵

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𝐈’𝐌 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐊𝐀𝐘

↳ 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝘄𝗼

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 || 1.4k+

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 || Ivar’s work stress causes him to yell at someone on the phone, which triggers y/n’s ptsd.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 || yelling, mentions of bruises, crying, ptsd.

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 || modern ivar x reader

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 || this story will contain triggering subjects, if you are easily triggered this may not be the story for you, if you can relate to any of the topics this series is/will be discussing I am so sorry, just know you are not alone and it’s okay to ask for help. Also, if you would like to be tagged, feel free to ask.

𝗶 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗰𝗼𝗽𝗶𝗲𝗱, 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱, 𝗼𝗿 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗮𝗿𝗶𝘇𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘄𝗮𝘆

regular pov:

The drive to Ivar's apartment was silent, not an uncomfortable silence, but rather a calming one for her. Y/n realized she would need to embrace the quiet, recalling the time Hvitserk told her about Ivar's preference for solitude compared to her sociable nature.

Y/n’s mind had been racing the whole drive, she couldn’t help it. She was scared, terrified she’d end up right back to square one, and although on a subconscious level she knew if Hvitserk trusted Ivar with her, then he knew she wasn’t in any danger. It’s just, once those thoughts start it’s hard to make them stop. She had to really sit there, her eyes closed and internally repeat to herself, “I’m safe with Ivar, He isn’t going to hurt me.”

It wasn’t until she opened her eyes, and bravely looked over at him, only to see they were stopped at a red light, and that he was slightly smiling at her. This funny enough was what reassured her that staying with Ivar was safe, allowing her mind to finally find peace.

Upon arriving at his apartment, Ivar led y/n to a beautifully decorated room, though not her usual style, she chose not to voice any complaints. After a moment of silence between the two, Ivar took the hint and excused himself to start preparing dinner.

Ivar, was not known for his culinary skills but, decided to cook a meal for both of them, opting for a basic recipe y/n found online. Despite it not being gourmet, he figured the effort and thought behind the meal would count more than its taste.

Y/n unpacked her stuff and laid back on the queen size bed, after about a half an hour ivar called y/n for dinner, after repeating himself several times he got annoyed, thinking the girl was ignoring him he went into the room, only to see the girl passed out on the bed.

He smiled to himself at how peaceful she looked like this, he then grabbed a blanket and draped it over her body. He walked back out and ate alone before going to bed himself, as he laid in bed he thought about y/n, how approach having her here and how to make her comfortable, he knew that if he didn’t Hvitserk would have an absolute fit and, that’s not something ivar wanted to deal with.

Y/n awoke feeling completely refreshed and cozy. A sense of calm washed over her, a feeling she hadn't experienced in a while. As she sat up, she noticed a blanket draped over her that she didn't remember grabbing. After stretching, she made her way into the living room.

Having not explored the apartment the night before, she took in the modern yet simply decorated space, a style she found herself drawn to. Wanting to show her gratitude to Ivar for her stay, she decided to whip up a breakfast of bacon, French toast, and coffee. She got to work swiftly in the kitchen.

Ivar awoke to a delightful aroma filling the apartment, accompanied by soft music drifting through the air. After getting out of bed and grabbing his crutches, he made his way to the kitchen. Stepping into the spacious room, he found y/n cooking and dancing around with joy, a sight that he couldn't help but find adorable and carefree. A grin naturally spread across his face as he relished this side of you.

He appreciated this carefree and happy version of you, contrasting with the timid and reserved girl he had encountered the day before. Leaning against the nearby wall, the thud of his shoulder meeting the surface caused y/n to swiftly turn around to face him.

"Oh, umm, I apologize if I woke you up. I just wanted to express my gratitude for letting me stay here. My mom always believed that a homemade meal brings everyone joy , so..." she murmured softly as he approached.

"Don't apologize, you didn't wake me. I'm an early riser anyway. What's cooking?" He inquired before settling onto one of the seats at the island.

"French toast, bacon, and coffee are my go-to breakfast favorites. If you're not a fan, I can whip up something else for you," she responded with a bashful smile.

"No, that's perfect. What you've prepared sounds absolutely delicious," he assured her with a smile.

Y/n couldn't help but steal glances at him as he settled down, engrossed in his phone. He was undeniably attractive, clad only in black sweatpants that revealed his muscled torso adorned with intricate black ink. Every tattoo seemed to captivate her; she found them all stunning and impeccably positioned.

She plated his meal and served him, handing him his coffee along with all the fixings so he could customize it to his liking. She opted for this approach to avoid any mishaps with his coffee that might upset him. She had learned her lesson when she attempted to get Lucas’s coffee order right, that hadn’t ended all that well for her. They sat together in silence, enjoying their meal, while y/n's thoughts wandered freely.

It was a reasonable concern, given all the stories Hvitserk had shared about Ivar. She was aware of his temper but believed he would never harm a woman. Despite this, she couldn't shake off her fear. Having experienced the brutality of a stronger man firsthand for some time now, she was determined to ensure her own safety. Meeting Ivar just the day before, her knowledge of him was limited to what Hvitserk had disclosed, which wasn't much due to his respect for his brother's privacy.

After breakfast, y/n was washing the dishes while Ivar sat in the living room, engaged in a phone call discussing the need for the higher-ups to "get their shit together." She was aware that he primarily worked from home, only occasionally having to go into the office due to his role being one of said higher-ups. Understanding that his work was not her concern, she proceeded to dry and put away the dishes.

Within minutes, the shouting began, causing her to freeze in place. She instinctively shut her eyes, as if a movie started playing behind her eyelids. Vivid memories surfaced, recalling all the instances when Lucas would raise his voice at her, each violent outburst leading to even more distressing situations.

As Ivar was yelling over the missing money from one of their accounts, y/n found herself trapped in her own distressing thoughts, her hands trembling and breathing becoming erratic.

Feeling overwhelmed, she abandoned the dishes, retreated to her room, gathered some toiletries, and made her way to the bathroom, where she turned on the shower.

Seated on the shower floor, with the water cascading over her head, she curled up in a fetal position, shaking and crying while attempting to regulate her breathing. The deep breaths caused pain, especially from the sizable bruise on her ribcage. She tried to stifle her sobs, not wanting Ivar to hear them, she knew it wasn’t his fault she reacted this way, and she knew he wasn’t angry at her but, she was finding it hard to rationalise that in her mind.

It would appear her mind couldn’t comprehend that Ivar wasn’t going to hurt her, y/n hadn’t realized until now just how much Lucas had messed up it’s her mind, she couldn’t believe she had ended up in that type of relationship, she had always thought she’d be stronger than that. Y/n guessed that Lucas had taken advantage of her overly kind nature, using it to manipulate her over time, and that made her feel even more upset. Just like that, the sobs started up again and even harder then before.

After ending the call, Ivar was visibly furious, rising from the couch and flinging his phone onto a cushion before glancing towards the kitchen. The sink still held a stack of clean dishes, but y/n was nowhere to be seen not that he minded.

Contrary to his expectations, he hadn't anticipated her doing the dishes; in fact, he had offered to take care of them after their meal. It was y/n who insisted on handling the chore, stating, "It's only fair since I made the mess." Now, she had disappeared without a trace. Being the inquisitive man he was, Ivar set out to find her, checking her room first, then moving on to his own, which was usually off-limits. If she had chosen to explore the spacious apartment, he wouldn't be as hard on her as he would’ve been with anyone else.

Having no luck in the other spare rooms, he explored the loft apartment he had all to himself. The vast space was both delightful and profoundly isolating for him. He cherished the roominess but couldn't shake off the feeling of loneliness it accentuated. As his mother would say “What good was wealth if you couldn't share it with someone?”

Eventually, he reached the bathroom. The sound of running water led him to believe she was simply preparing for the day ahead. As he started to move away from the door, faint yet unmistakable sobs reached his ears from inside.

Initially puzzled by the sudden onset of her distress, he recalled her behavior when Hvitserk raised his voice in her apartment the previous day. Despite her initial shyness, she had appeared content this morning. It was only then that he realized his actions had led to her current state.

Ivar had caused many people cry, men, women, teenagers, even children if he raised his voice near them. He never regretted it before. He believed others deserved to experience the same brokenness he felt inside. Not exactly a healthy outlook and he knew that but, he wasn’t about to change himself for people who didn’t truly care about him. This however... listening to y/n cry because of him, seeing her pain from being reminded of such an awful person. It twisted Ivar's stomach in the worst way, made his heart halt in his chest, and stirred a protective urge in him, wanting to shield her from the world.

This sensation was foreign to him after a long time. It dawned on him that he needed to be mindful of his actions around her. Unbeknownst to them, but they would change eachother for the better, and together they would find a love, they had both been searching for almost their entire lives.

next part ➵

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↳ 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 || “can you do a fic where Bayverse Raph and his S/O get into a huge fight, he says something to hurt her feelings and tells her he doesn’t love her anymore, he rips up their pictures together and as he does he sees the promise she got him, for his birthday. He realizes what he’s done, and later that night he appears on her widow with roses, and chocolates where he begs for forgiveness.”

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 || 1K+

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 || fighting, swearing, yelling, angst, (happy ending don’t worry)

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 || raphael x female reader

𝗶 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗰𝗼𝗽𝗶𝗲𝗱, 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱, 𝗼𝗿 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗮𝗿𝗶𝘇𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘄𝗮𝘆

You don't even remember how it started, it seemed like all of a sudden a perfect day went up in flames. the bickering became arguing, and the arguing turned into yelling. It wasn't like you weren't use to Raphael's temper, he was the hot head of his brothers and normally, you could deal with it and calm him down but this time, it just wasn't working and he was getting even more worked up by the minute.

"Raph, baby. I'm sorry okay, I just wanted you to make a little time for me once and awhile, it's like we never see eachother." You tried to explain.

"Yeah well, maybe I have better things to do than watch chick flicks with you, while eating candy y/n. Like.... i don't know, protecting the damn city!" He yelled back at you.

   "Look I understand that, but come one you don't have to be so mean about it, it's like your trying to hurt me." You told him. He rubbed a hand over his, sighing he walked away from you, walking over to his bed and sitting down.

"You know what y/n.... It's gotten to the point where, I don't even know if this is worth it." Raphael said.

"I agree, yelling and fighting isn't gonna get us anywhere." You replied.

    "No y/n... I mean that is this relationship even worth it, I can't believe I'm saying this but I don't love you anymore." Raphael explained.

     It was that sentence that made you break, you had always been able to stay calm when you fought but, this was the tipping point. You couldn't believe this was happening, after all the time you spent loving him, making him feel better when he thought he wasn't enough for you, and now he had the nerve to say all that was for nothing, that he was simply no longer in love with you.

       "Y- You don't love me anymore?" You ask, with tears in your eyes threatening to fall that any second.

Almost as if he had realized what he said, she whipped his head to look at you, seeing the tears in your eyes made him feel horrible, but he was still angry with how the mission went.

“It’s complicated.” He tried to recover.

“No it’s not Raph! Do you still love me or not?” You said in an exhausted tone.

“I- I don’t know okay.” He sighed.

“Well that’s not good enough, so I think that we should break up.” You said, the tears finally falling as you left the lair.

After you left Raphael sat there in shock, those words could've possibly come out of his mouth, of course he loved you. How could he have possibly said otherwise,

He felt a new giant wave of anger come over him, he looked over towards the desk in his room, seeing the pictures of the two of you made the anger and regret stronger, he grabbed the pictures and started throwing them at the wall.

Just as he was about to throw the last picture, the reflection of his promise ring in the light caught his attention, it was a ring you had given him on your year anniversary, promising him that you would always love him. No matter what he looked like, how long you were apart, you would always be together. You had even written a date on the inside of it, at first Raph didn't understand what it was, it wasn't the day you met or even when you started dating, it was around the middle but not either of those important dates.

He didn't get it until you told him that it was the day that you finally realized you were in love with him, and how on that day you promised to always love him and, be whatever he needed and wanted you to be in his life. Whether it was a best friend, a sister/brother or hopefully a relationship, you would be that for him so he would be happy. He had cried tears of pure happiness that day, he really had found the most perfect woman in the world, he couldn't believe someone like you had fallen for someone like him.

He couldn't lose you, he just couldn't. He had only said he didn't love you to protect you, he figured if you left him you wouldn't be targeted by his enemies, but being without you wasn't an option for him. So he made a plan, when it was dark out he'd go get you chocolates, the teddy bear you had been eyeing for the last month, and some flowers to apologize.

You had been crying since you left the lair, it was roughly 9pm and you had finally calmed yourself down, choosing to sit in the living room of your apartment wrapped in a big fuzzy blanket, cuddling yourself on the couch. It didn't feel right, his body normally held you when you were upset, kept you snuggled to his body and kept you warm.

The show playing on tv was just background noise, you were pretty much zoned out to everything going on, until you heard tapping on your balcony window, turning you see Raphael bending down on his knees with a box in his hands, as well as some flowers and what looked like a stuffed sloth.

    Getting off the couch you moved over to the balcony door, when you open the door he squeezed through the door and, once he was in the door the apologies began.

“Y/n I’m so sorry, what I said earlier… it wasn’t true ok, I do love you and I’ve always loved.” He said.

“Raph, what you said reallt hurt me. I get that your sorry but, why would you say that to begin with.” You said tearing up again.

“Look I was scared okay, the boys and I went on a mission and, I realized how dangerous our lives are. I thought that if I said what I said you’d leave and, be away from the danger but, I can’t live without you because I do love you.” He said grabbing your hands, looking down at you.

“I can see why you did it but, you should’ve come to me and we could’ve talked about this love.” You told him softly, gently stroking over his fingers that held onto yours.

“I know I should’ve, I know I messed up but I need you.” He said desperately, an idea had popped into your head in that moment.

“Well, if you need me so much than beg me to take you back.” You told him smirking.

“What?” He asked chuckling, assuming that you were joking.

“I want you to get on your knees, and beg me to take you back, then I’ll forgive you for hurting me.” You told him.

He looked at you with bewilderment before, he chuckled and got down on his knees. “Y/n, pretty please with a cherry on top will you take me back, my life is empty without you and I love you too much to let you go, so please take me back.” He begged.

You stood there, moving your hand under your chin pretending to think it over. “I guess I’ll take you back, since you sounded so desperate.” You said dramatically.

He laughed scooping you up, and pressing kisses all over you face making you giggle as well, you gently put your hand on his cheek before kissing him softly on the lips.

“Hey?…” you ask, making him focus on you.

“What is it sweetheart?” He responds back to you.

“Why don’t you show me up what you brought me.” You say, pointing to the couch where he dropped the gifts he got you with a smile, making him shake his head at you and laugh.

𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 || college!druig x college!selective mute!male reader

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 || y/n who is selective mute, and the adopted son of Thena and Gilgamesh, moves away from home to start school at eternal university, what happens when he meets druig, the adopted son of his parents friend Ajax.

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 || 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘂𝗲 || 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗻𝗲 || 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝘄𝗼 || 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲 || 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗿 || 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗶𝘃𝗲 ||

Gone Girl (2014) dir. David Fincher

With season 2 of HOTD coming up. Let's remember the following :

Do not send hate / r@pe / de@th threats to the actor's, they are just doing their jobs. ( Just like the worker at the check-out register is doing their's. )

Do not send hate / r@pe / d@ath threats to other members of the fandom because you have a different opinion ( liking a team and or character, on horrific events, etc. )

This is all fake. It's a fictional TV show. None of it is real. ( Let's say this again for those who cannot hear me ) NONE 👏 OF 👏 IT 👏 IS 👏 REAL 👏

The actor's are not their character's. ( Example ) Tom and Ewan ARE NOT Aegon and Aemond. Tom and Ewan are REAL PEOPLE you can see on the street. Aegon and Aemond are people you ONLY SEE IN THE TV SHOW / BOOKS.

Real People v.s. Fictional Character's

There is no shame in simping / lusting over a character / actor in that role and still acknowledge their faults. You can be like "Tom is hot as Aegon, but I can still acknowledge that Aegon is a bad person in the TV Show and done some truly bad things." or "Matt Smith is so hot as Daemon, but I can still acknowledge that Daemon has done some bad things."

Are we all good? Great! ENJOY YOUR FAV HOT TARGARYEN / HIGHTOWER / VELARYON / STARK / WHOEVER WHEN THE SEASON COMES OUT.

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Tagging all the HOTD fans I know on here..

@lovelykhaleesiii

@fragileheartbeats

@nightvers

@zaldritzosrose

@lady-ashfade

@cayenne1

@youraverageaemondsimp

Let's say, hypothetically, I did the monster mash, and for the sake of argument let's say it was a graveyard smash