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[shygirl4991]

True Love Kiss

Artwork all done by @alianarepasa do not repost also didnt Aly do amazing with her own version of the fairytale look!

The fic is base on my theory about Three being aware he is in a fairytale episode enjoy!

Summary:  He won't let someone else tell him how to live his life, he doesn't need a prince, what he needs is an evil witch that lives in the woods. 

Tag: Fairy Tale parody, True loves kiss, princess three, witch four, fluff and angst, posting this before the episode comes out so lets see what i get right

Once upon a time there was a kingdom with a beautiful princess named Super meme guardian 3, the kingdom knew him as Princess SMG3. He was known to have grand knowledge of dead memes, something that was extremely rare to have. Everyone from all over the world have heard of him, over the years many have wanted to win his hand in marriage. They have all failed until the princess's birthday marking him to be twenty five, he was sitting on the throne bored over the event.  In the shadow no one noticed an evil witch was hiding, waiting for his time to strike. He had a spell all set to throw the moment the winner of the event. 

Prince Luigi walks up to the stage, he pulls out his sword and starts fighting the corrupted memes. The event made royal’s from all over prove they have the power to defend the kingdom, not to mention protect the beautiful Princess Three. While everyone was excited by the events, SMG3 blinks looking around confused, he watches everything unfold in front of him. Everything felt cloudy as if he was dreaming. In no time Luigi won the battle and everyone cheered for him. Three clapped as he looked around the room, noticing things felt slightly off, was he dreaming? He looked down and gasp “What the fuck?” he gets up confused seeing himself in a purple dress, looking around he then sees SMG4 smirking and running up the stage. Everyone was panicking dashing to protect the princess, Three stands there watching confused as the witch throws a potion at his feet. He started coughing as his vision got blurred with a blue fog “See how you love your princess now with this curse!” he runs off leaving everyone in the room looking around lost. Once he was able to see, Three dashes after four “SMG4 WAIT WHAT IS GOING ON?!” he tosses his heels to run faster. They make it outside only for Four to turn and cast a spell teleporting away “Fuck!” Three swore to losing the man. Slowly he notices where he is, as he looks around he jumps in surprise seeing his avatar as a deer. It felt as though someone just placed him in  a cheap disney knock off, he panics as he looks around trying to find anything familiar. 

No matter where he looked, everything felt like someone threw up every fairytale cliche known to man. He made it back to the castle and sighs, he wasn't able to figure out where Four went or where the hell he was. As he walked around he noticed people giving him strange looks, he looked at his reflection and glares.  Why was he even here? The last thing he remember was being in the basement getting the light back on in the castle then a strange TV was there. His head hurts remembering the event, as he rubs his head a knock was heard. He walks to the door to see two shadow figures. “Son, we learn the curse placed on you by that evil witch…it has made you invisible to the world.” The voices made it hard for Three to figure out if the person talking to him was his mother or father. From his understanding he was cursed in this world to go through the same things he already goes through in reality. He sighs at his luck, once his parents are gone he decides to sneak out of the castle and attempt to find this so-called evil witch.

He waits till it's late in the night, climbs out his window, determined to find his ex rival.  He charges into the woods not knowing something was watching him, a small TV jingle starts to play catching his attention. He looks around the woods nervous “ Fuck i hate the dark….SMG4? IS THAT YOU WITH THE STUPID SONG?” he hears a giggle making him turn. He lets out a girlish scream as he is blinded by the light of a TV screen “Hello Princess it is i, your fairy god puzzle here to help you find what you're searching for! True love!”  Three rolls his eyes and walks away “True love? That's a fairytale joke.” The fairy god puzzle chuckles “Is it because you fear you can't be loved?” Three turns seeing the screen flicker different emotions before giving him a gentle smile “It’s okay to be scared, take my hand and I will show you the truth!”  slowly memories hit him. He holds his head remembering the TV they saw in the basement, the channels showing them different series for different ages before a body appeared out of nowhere. He takes a step back, as the memories stop hitting him, slowly the face of shock turn into anger “YOU FUCKER, YOUR THE REASON WE ARE HERE!” 

Seeing his actor break character, his screen flickers stopping Three in his tracks, the channel it stopped showed his friends screaming in pain. Then it flipped to SMG4, he looked drained of emotions as he kept drawing random items in a notepad.  Three growls at the adware “Fine…i will play your game, but if i do you let the others go!” The TV man laughs nodding his head “Only if you give me good entertainment!” With a snap of his wrist, Three was in a field with SMG4 cloaked laughing “So you found me huh Princess, so what's your plan now? I will never break your curse!” Before he can speak Luigi appears out of nowhere to protect him “Stay away from my maiden! Don't worry princess, I will get rid of this monster!” Three frowns at the words as he looks at Four, he feels his cheeks warm up looking at the man. SMG4 may have ruined his life in the past and they still have things they need to work on, it never made Three see the other man as a monster. They both went through shit and that is what made them who they are today. Luigi starts to fight with SMG4, Magic and swords clash and Three looks for something to stop this, The adware chuckles watching the whole thing “Face it, the only way for this to end is with the death of the evil witch and for the hero to give you true loves kiss!”

SMG3 stomps his heel to the floor “TRUE LOVE'S KISS? YOU FUCKING WITH ME?!” Luigi stops fighting to run to him, Four just stands back watching things curiously. Luigi gently takes Three’s hand “If true love kiss will save you then I shall do it!”  Three growls stomping over to SMG4 “I'M SICK OF THIS, YOU CAN'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!” the witch stared at the princess confused as to what was going on. His eyes go wide as the princess picks him up by the overall strap of his outfit “Pucker up lover boy!”  and just like that kisses the evil witch that cursed him. Something about the kiss just felt right, as if he had been waiting for this moment for years, the adware let out a dark chuckle pleased to see his planned work “And with true love's kiss the curse is over!”  Three pulled away glaring at the adware waiting for his friends to be free.  

He claps slowly “My look at the ratings, the world has been waiting to see that! As my thanks, I think I will make you my next star again.” Hearing this Three shaked his head, he was about ready to kill the man before him. Unfortunately everything went black, he groans rubbing his head and looks around confused as to where he was. He gets up and hears an opening theme song, his eyes go wide “I'M STILL IN THE TV!” he can feel himself shaking.  Only to jump at a gentle touch, he turns and sees Four. His eyes go wide seeing the man “Four?” with a nod SMG4 looks around confused “We were in the basement, how did we get here?” With a soft smile he pulled four into a hug. Things are gonna be okay, they are together now and with their memories back they will stop the adware, they will save their friends. Not to mention try to figure out what that true love kiss truly meant. 

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[kasdan]

Watching Horror Movies Headcanons

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Pairing: marvel characters x gn!reader

Characters: Frank Castle, Loki, Carol Danvers, Kamala Khan, Bucky Barnes, Peter Parker, Yelena Belova, Matt Murdock, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff

Warnings: characters getting scared, loki and wanda being menaces, mentions of gore

𝑭𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝑪𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒆

Isn’t really a fan of horror movies

Thinks a lot of them are dumb and don’t give off the scary aspect that they’re supposed to

Doesn’t get scared easily, but sometimes jumps at the cheap jumpscares and can’t help but laugh in the aftermath of it when he realizes how cheap the scare was

Lets you know when he thinks something is dumb or questions why it happens

Will go on about how impractical certain things that happen are

Ends up turning into a whole spiel on how none of the movie makes any sense and how it’s supposed to be a so called horror movie

Laughs way more than you probably should when watching a horror movie

Is astonished when you tell him that one of these movies is actually based on a true story

Convinced that they must have changed details from the original story in order to make the movie “more interesting”

Doesn’t go out of his way in order to watch another movie

Lets out a playful groan if you ask him to watch another one with you

Says he needs to be energized for it and has to make a pot of coffee before watching it to get him through it

𝑳𝒐𝒌𝒊

Is curious to what the movie entails but the curiosity quickly turns unamused when he starts to watch a section of the movie

Doesn’t flinch or show any emotion when scares come onto the screen

Thinks the scares aren’t scary and the premise of the movie is dumb

Questions why you would ask him to watch such a ghastly movie

Is the type of person to want everyone in the movie to die, including the killer

Gives you a pointed look when the cheapest and worst jumpscare happens and after the killers origin story is seen and it is not great

Attempts to scare you the same way the movie had try to do by making the same props appear in random places

If you get scared he will tease you relentlessly about jumping at a scare he didn’t think was possible to get scared at

He continues on the scares for a couple days until one time you practically punch him in the face (from the scare of course no other reason) and he decides to stop with everything

You will actually never invite him to watch any kind of horror movie with you again

𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒍 𝑫𝒂𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔

Likes horror movies, but not the ones that have cliche stories and half assed writing

Watches a different variety of horror movies in order to see the differences each of them have from each other

If one is a lot like a different movie she won’t really like it, she likes how movies differentiate from each other so there’s new things to experience

Since she likes the uniqueness in movies, she doesn’t really like the movies that are a part of a series, especially if the series goes on for too long and the concepts in the movies are basically the same

Gets excited when a new horror movie is announced and she can’t wait to watch it and experience it

Is more of a horror movie critic than anything else and will say what she felt about the movie and how they could have made it even better

She doesn’t really jump or get scared at the scares in the movie and more so enjoys the plot of the movie instead

Wants to have you watch different movies that she really enjoys in order to share what she really likes in them to get you to like them too

𝑲𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒂 𝑲𝒉𝒂𝒏

Is so scared that she’ll think of various other things that she “needs” to do in order to stall watching the movie

Gets all sorts of snacks and blankets ready before she eventually runs out of stalling tactics and reluctantly goes to sit down to start watching the movie

Ends up with three blankets covering her and half her face under them, only leaving her eyes peeked out from over them

Jumps over every slight movement and noise that she hears, either from the movie or from other things in the room

When the movie gets to a point where it looks like there’s about to be a jumpscare she hides under the blankets and you have to tell her when it’s okay for her to look again

Puts on a bunch of other (not horror) movies and shows on to watch insisting that you guys pull an all nighter, acting like she’s only doing it because it’ll be fun not because she won’t be able to sleep

Has to keep a light on in her room in order to be able to sleep

If you mention watching another horror movie she’ll probably just smile at you with wide eyes and come up with something else to do instead without directly rejecting the idea

𝑩𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒚 𝑩𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒔

Isn’t the largest fan of the horror genre, but will try it out

Gets a little more triggered if the movie is particularly gory

Doesn’t like if the killer shows like they’re extremely sociopathic with no emotions going around murdering everyone

Would prefer to watch something less gory and a little more cheerful, but will still attempt to watch anything that you’re very excited to watch

Tries to get into the plot of the movie while trying his hardest to block out any blood or triggering scenes for him

Wouldn’t choose to watch a horror movie over a different genre he enjoys more, but he can see why people like to watch them, they’re just not for him

Finds paranormal movies the most interesting since there’s not a human “killer” that’s part of the movie

Learns more about the kind of movies surprising himself by actually finding them interesting, not expecting him to like anything in the kind of genre that much

Doesn’t get that scared of the movies, only jumping when he gets caught off guard at something

𝑷𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒓

Has his indifferences with horror movies

On one hand he really likes how certain horror movies are put together

But on the other hand he gets scared easily and has to prepare himself for every horror movie that he watches

Kind of like kamala he has to have many blankets on him while he watches the movie, keeping him comfort for when any of the jumpscares pop up

Distracts himself with a various amount of snacks so he doesn’t have to think much about what is going on on the screen

Whenever a person in the movie makes a dumb decision or is on the verge of doing so he’ll bring the blankets up further and repeat phrases on the line of “don’t go in there, don’t go in there” and “oh my god don’t turn around”

Will reference back to the movie if something happens and he’s reminded of it, purposefully skipping over the parts where he got incredibly scared in

Brushes it off like it’s nothing, but it will actually take a longer time for him to be able to fall asleep at night, every slight noise he’d be jumping up on full alert

He’ll have to tell himself that nothing out of the ordinary is happening and there isn’t a psychopathic murderer after him

𝒀𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒂 𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒂

Is extremely down to watch a horror movie, thinking it’ll be fun to try

Ends up jumping so high and letting out a swear at the first jumpscare in the movie

Has a look of shock on her face when she’s completely caught off guard at something that happens

You have to make sure she’s not holding anything heavy in her hand so she doesn’t end up throwing it at the tv when she gets scared

You don’t think you’ve ever heard her swear as much in one setting as she does when she watches the movie

Gets aggravated when she keeps falling for the same type of jumpscare and starts to scream at the screen at how they just keep doing the same thing and how dumb it is

Doesn’t really pay attention to the plot of the movie and ends up in a competition with herself on how much she can withstand the jumpscares

She stares at the screen practically unblinking so ready for any jumpscare that’s bound to show up

Jumps up out of her seat in excitement when she doesn’t even flinch at a scare that pops up, acting like she’s beaten a level of a game she’s been stuck on for weeks

𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝑴𝒖𝒓𝒅𝒐𝒄𝒌

You know that he can’t see what’s on the tv, so you don’t really invite him to watch a horror movie, he just kind of joins you himself

You’ll be cuddled up on the couch watching a scary movie and matt will hear your heartbeat pick up and go to check on you

When you tell him you’re just watching a scary movie he’ll ask to join you and take a seat next to you

He can’t see the jumpscares coming and finds it amusing when you jump next to him

However if there’s a particularly loud part that comes out of nowhere he will get slightly startled by it

You tell him what’s happening when there’s no dialogue and you both end up making fun of what different characters are doing

“Wait why is she going into the shed? Shouldn’t she be trying to find a way out of there?”

He ends up having a good time even though he can’t see what’s happening on the screen and it becomes a tradition for you two to watch different horror movies just to see how the survivors attempt to stay alive in the dumbest ways

𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐚 ��𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐟𝐟

Actually really likes horror movies, especially very suspenseful scenes and the adrenaline rush she gets when she watches them

Watches them for fun on her down time

Is excited when Halloween draws closer and a lot of people start to watch more horror movies

Will drag you to a movie theater to watch a horror movie

She likes seeing the scares on such a big screen, and how tense the room gets as everyone awaits for a jumpscare that they know is coming

Is a fan of some the classics and the effect they have on her

Doesn’t like to rewatch a horror movie that she’s seen before

Knowing when the scares are going to happen takes the suspense out of it for her so she’ll only rewatch a movie that she hasn’t seen in a while and she doesn’t exactly remember all the things that happen

𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐟𝐟

Would use the horror movie as an excuse to get close to you

The scares of the movie don’t really phase her, but if she does get scared she’ll laugh and play it off like it’s not a big deal

Finds it amusing when you jump or get scared at different parts

Will get a ton of blankets and pillows for you two to get the most comfortable with

Makes multiple attempts to try and scare you when the movie gets to a slow and quiet point

She’ll grip your shoulder suddenly and let out a scream in an attempt to try and get you to jump

If she succeeds she’ll end up laughing so hard, apologizing between the laughs but you know she doesn’t mean it

When she successfully does it three times during the movie you threaten to not watch any more movies with her in the future which makes her quickly apologize and say that she’ll stop and behave for the rest of the night

All in all she has a fun time watching scary movies, even if it isn’t fully the movie that has her in an excitable mood, and she enjoys getting to be able to spend time with you no matter what you’re doing

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[thyme-in-a-bubble]

just get to me in time, okay?

a/n: just reminiscing about 2019 when I was in my hardcore frank era...

warnings: frank castle x nurse!reader, friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, fluff, patching up frank's wounds, blood and gore, kissing, reader has a cat

word count: 1660

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As your cat suddenly jumped off his comfy spot on your belly with his head smooshed beneath the cliche romance novel you were unwinding with this evening, his sudden alertness and the loud meows that accompanied it caused you to put your book down, “hey, what’s up, baby?” you slowly got up from the couch and followed after him though the dim apartment, “we talked about this, Cosmo,” you gently warned the loud exclamations that he released in one of the shadowy corners of your living room, “you talking to the air just makes me think there are ghosts here.”

When he then began to purr, the soothing sound emanating from the darkness was accompanied by a familiar voice, “sorry to interrupt your thrilling Friday night, Y/n.”

“Jesus christ, Frank!” you exclaimed, nearly jumping out of your skin, “you almost gave me a heart attack! Don’t you know how to knock? Or even just use the front door?”

“Sorry,” he stepped into the light, supporting some of his weight on one of your dining room chairs as Cosmo happily rubbed his fluffy body against his heavy boots. 

As the soft light emanating from the tall lamp in the corner illuminated your friend's form, the blood soaking his dark clothes and the bruises across his cheekbone made his intentions for this late-night visit crystal clear, the smile fell from your lips at once.

“And here I was hoping you just felt lonely,” you joked, trying to hide your heavy sigh, “wanted to come by for a game of scrabbled or something,” your feet already carrying you towards your kitchen, you called over your shoulder, “I’ll go get the first aid kit, you know where the bathroom is,” a sentence you had probably said to him about a dozen times by now. 

After retrieving the first aid kit, or more like first aid box with the way you had expanded the contents out of precaution after you began to help Frank, it now no longer fit in the small neat cross marked container, but a bigger clear plastic box you used to store old mementoes in, one that conveniently didn’t fit under your bathroom sink anymore. 

“So, what is it tonight, huh?” you sat it down on the edge of the sink and glanced over at your wounded friend, now situated on the side of the tub. 

Your cat still glued to his side, one of his hands tangled in the soft grey fur behind Cosmo’s ears as the other one worked at shredding his black jacket, “just some idiot with a knife that got a bit lucky,” his breathing got heavy as he struggled with the other sleeve. 

Kneeling down in front of him, you swiftly took over his actions, removing his outerwear the rest of the way for him, “where?”

“Shoulder and a few down here,” he motioned towards the large red stain on his midsection, his fingers already beginning to lift up his t-shirt. 

“Don’t,” you swatted his hand away and lifted yourself up enough to fish a pair of scissors out of the box.

“Oh, come on,” his head tilted to the side as he tried to argue, “I am barely hurt, I can take my shirt off just fine.”

“I know you can,” your face stayed stony, “you can do so many very impressive things, just not right now, tough guy,” as you from the bottom hem began to cut open the black cotton that clung to his skin, “besides, I got you some spare clothes just in case.”

“You didn’t have to do that-”

“Frank, just say thanks,” you sighed, taking the last snip on your journey from the bottom up to the collar, “I basically got them for free anyway with how cheap they were.”

Lifting yourself up more, being momentarily at eye level with him as he watched you slice open the shoulders and peel the fabric off, “thank you, ma'am.”

After thoroughly washing your hands and sliding on a pair of gloves, you took a closer look at his gnarly cuts, gently inspecting his bruised cheek as well to make sure it wasn’t anything else. 

“I don’t have any more of the fun stuff,” you spoke as you fished out the rest of the supplies needed, “but I can offer you some aspirin if you want.” 

“Nah,” his low voice rumbled as you wetted a cotton ball with some saline, “just do it.”

“Alright,” you exhaled and began to dap and clean his wounds, the only indication of pain you received being the uncontrollable twitch his eyes occasionally did as they tracked your movements, washing over his tender flesh and wiping the crimson away. 

“I see this one’s healing quite nicely,” you commented as you caught sight of the newly scabbed over bullet wound that you’d patched up not too long ago, “at least you didn’t go and get yourself shot again, so that’s always something,” you tossed the last of the stained cotton rounds into the sink as your gloved fingers then began to thread the curved needle already clasped in the cold metal of your forceps. 

“Wasn’t hard to mess it up when you patched it up so good,” he watched you, both of his hands now simply resting on the porcelain of the tub, his novelty haven worn off slightly, so Cosmo had freed his good hand and moved on to curling up on the bathmat by the door. 

“You ready?” you asked out of habit before you let the needle pierce his flesh. 

“Yep,” he replied, a series of heavy breaths and low grunts followed suit as you closed up the cuts tainting his already scared abdomen, the muscles tensing slightly underneath your fingers as you did. 

Stoic as ever, Frank took every stitch like the brick wall that he was, not complaining once as his wounds one by one got closed up and then covered with large white bandages. 

As you worked on the last one that luckily missed his collarbone, your sutures slowed down as the storm within your mind grew. Now situated beside him on the edge of the bathtub, it was hard for him not to notice how your bottom lip had begun to tremble. 

“Please don’t-…” he spoke, averting his usually unwavering gaze as you tied off the last knot and cut the thread, “you already know that you can’t tell me anything that will make me stop, so please don’t ask me.”

“Frank, I would never-…” you set the tools down and blinked back at him, honestly slightly offended that he’d even ask you after all of this time, “you know me well enough to be certain that I’d never ask you to change, to stop before-…” shutting your eyes a second, you said, “look, I can do a lot, but I can’t do everything. What happens the day when you stumble in here with something that I can’t just fix, that I don’t have the right means to-…” you let your head momentarily slumped down against the mass of his shoulder, “and if you refuse to let me call an ambulance? Or even worse, if you don’t get here in time, if you don’t get to me, if you go and die on me in some ally somewhere, I just-…” your voice broke as your forehead softly collided with his own, “just get to me in time, okay?” you felt sharp tears sting the corners of your eyes, “come to me even if it’s just a scratch, because as brilliant as you are, I don’t trust those crappy first aid skills of yours one bit,” the essence of a smile accompanied that teasing comment as you blinked up at him once more with glossy eyes, “come to me, because if you don’t, if you get hurt, if you die, and I could have prevented that, then I don’t know how-… how-…” 

Your broken words trailed off as your eyes unintentionally flickered down towards his full lips and before you had time to think, you’d leaned in and crashed your lips against his own. 

He still tasted of blood, though that fact didn’t bother you as much as you’d imagined it would. You felt one of his large palms find the side of your face as his mind eventually caught up and he began to reciprocate the unexpected kiss. As you realised what you were doing, your anxious mind feared the worst and you swiftly tried to back up to apologise for your sudden actions, though the fingers that had travelled to the back of your head and kept you there long enough to let his lightened pecks upon your lips be enough of an answer to soothe your worries. 

“So,” his fingers lingered in your hair a moment longer as you parted ways, “I’m guessing that might have something to do with why you don’t want me dying in an ally somewhere, huh?” 

“Why?” you breathed, biting down on the soft smile that bloomed, “you got a problem with it?”

Disappearing completely in your eyes, he simply shook his head, beaming back at you as if he hadn’t just been through a meat grinder earlier tonight. 

“You know,” you eventually opened your mouth again as his intense gaze sent a shy tingle down your spine, “some patient's mom dropped off a bunch of cookies today,” you stared down at your nervous fingers as they fiddled with the fabric of one of the bulky pockets on the leg of his dark pants, “they were like insanely good, so I kinda smuggled a bunch of them home with me…”

“Oh, yeah?” a small chuckle bubbled within his throat. 

“Yeah…” you kept your gaze away from his as your thumb nervously drummed against his meaty thigh, “just thought that maybe you would like one, just since, you know, you had kinda a rough night, so it only seems fair for you to get a cookie…” 

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[manicformunson]

corroded coffin groupie

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pairing eddie munson x fem!reader

summary reader has been coming back to Hawkins every tuesday to the hideout for two years just to see eddie munson's band

note this is pure filth. im sorry but everytime I see this man I am feral

Eddie Munson, the man every parent in Hawkins warned their daughters about. The freak with his long untamed hair and tattoos, his dnd club and beat up van that always had 'the devil's music' blaring. Y/N's own parents even advised that she steer clear of him while in school but something about him had always caught her eye.

Maybe that's why Y/N found herself here in the bar where his band played, always her in stool by the bar almost every Tuesday at 9 'o clock on the dot for nearly two years and never failing to buzz with excitement from watching Eddie play so passionately.

Y/N sipped her cheap beer, bouncing her leg in anticipation until she was startled by a man plopping down in the stood beside hers. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the very same head of hair she'd been dreaming about and much to Y/N's embarrassment, she choked on her beer when she noticed it was Eddie, which made him jump a little and hesitantly pat her back. "Hey, you okay?"

Y/N's eyes widened and waved him off, coughing in her fist before nodding. "Yeah, yeah just went down the wrong pipe." After she got her breathing under control, Y/N held out her hand to him, "Y/N." He smirked at her and took it, "Eddie."

The feeling of his rings against her hand made her mind think about how'd they feel against her neck, but she squashed that thought down as soon as they pulled away.

Eddie smiled at her once again before flagging down the bartender, "Another one for her, and beer for me."

The bartender nodded and turned to get two beers before setting them down in front of the pair. Eddie grabbed his and tilted it towards Y/N. "Thanks," She said hiding the smile by continuing to sip her beer.

"Aren't you supposed to play tonight?" Y/N asked, she was a little bit tipsy already and she was fueled by new found courage. Plus Eddie had never really talk to her before so Y/N was going to take advantage of this moment.

"Unfortunately, our idiot drummer broke his leg so no show tonight." Eddie huffed before taking a gulp of beer. He turned to her and noticed that Y/N looked familiar, he had seen her at The Hideout a lot. "You come here often?"

Y/N shrugged with a smile, "Sometimes, I happen to like the music." She couldn't help the way her cheeks flushed when Eddie raised his eyebrows and turned to face her, "Well shit, I hate that you couldn't hear us tonight." Y/N pouted playfully before he leaned in closer. "Maybe you could come back to mine and I could, you know play you something?"

The way Eddie's breath tickled Y/N's neck made her stomach knot in arousal. Suddenly his hand was on her back in a much more sensual way, and his eyes were shamelessly staring her up and down.

Y/N bit her lip, chugging the last bit of her beer before placing her hand on his knee and squeezing, "Let's go hot shot."

—ﾉ*.✧

"So, this is my castle." Eddie said after opening the van door for Y/N. Once she stepped out he held out his hand for her to take, which she did and they walked up the small porch together.

Eddie opened the door for her, inviting her in with a hand low on her back. Once inside, Eddie led her back to his room where she sat on his bed and watched him take a pretty sick looking guitar off the wall.

"Any special requests sweetheart?"

Y/N pretended to think for a moment, lying down on his bed on her side with her head in her hand. Her position made the dress she wore hike up around her thighs and Eddie couldn't help but notice how good they looked.

"Um Gypsy, Dio." She muttered, laughing at the way Eddie's face broke into a wide smile as he shook his head and began strumming, "Jesus, who are you and where have you been all my life?" Y/N simply shrugged, "Around."

She watched Eddie's fingers skillfully play and, like every time she watched him play, her body buzzed. Maybe it was the beers she had had earlier or maybe it was being so close to him now, but her arousal kept coming in waves with almost every line he had sang and she was certain her panties showed evidence of that.

Y/N played with the hem of her dress, knowing Eddie's eyes were glued to her movements, before her fingers danced between her thighs. Eddie had stopped playing now, sliding off his guitar to set it down and was now sporting a semi in his jeans.

"You know," She moaned out, opening her legs so she could get better access to her soaked pussy. "I've been coming to the, ugh!" She interrupted herself, pushing her panties aside and crying out after sliding her middle finger inside her seeping hole.

Eddie groaned at the pretty noises Y/N was making and started to palm his erection through his pants as she continued, "T-The Hideout for two, god, two years just to watch you."

Y/N turned so she was on her back with her legs spread obscenely wide and back arching off the bed whiles she played with her own throbbing clit. Her whimpers fueled Eddie on to pull his cock out and pump it slowly. "I know, I've seen you there in your little fucking dresses. Just hoping to get my attention huh princess?"

The sight of his cock made Y/N drool, she needed to feel the wait if it on her tongue like it was life and death. Y/N rolled over on her stomach and crawled over until she could smell Eddie's own arousal. He wasted no time as he gripped her hair, causing her to moan and open her mouth, inviting his delicious cock in.

"Need my dick so bad, don't you sweetheart?"

Eddie teased, tapping his leaking tip against her tongue before sliding it between Y/N's red lips. Watching her so eagerly accept his cock made Eddie so unbelievably horny that he really did start to question whether or not she fell from heaven just to find him.

With his hand still gripping her hair, he bobbed her head to meet his thrust until he was sure he was fixing to blow his load down her throat. Eddie didn't want to, not yet he had to have her, had to feel her pussy around him.

Eddie pulled her off, making her whine but he shushed her and helped her to her feet. He held her face in his hands, pressing their sweaty foreheads together and groaning as she wrapped her soft gentle fingers around him. "Need to feel your cunt around me. 's that okay?"

Y/N nodded and Eddie kissed her with all teeth an tongue, desperate for her body before they both fell back on the bed with him on top of her. She pulled the bottom of his shirt up, breaking their fever kiss for a split second and allowing him to take it off and throw it somewhere.

The next thing to go was her dress, Eddie's hands raked up her thighs and roughly pulled it off and shamelessly stared in awe at her almost naked frame. Y/N's face flushed red at his eyes, and her shakey hands reached behind her to unclasp her bra before Eddie hurried to slid it off.

His hands flew to her tits, pinching her nipples as their lips locked once again. Y/N gasped into his mouth when she felt his cock grinding against her still clothed core. "God, please." She mumbled against his lips and sliding her fingers through his belt loops, "Please Eddie."

Eddie only moved his lips down to attach themselves to a sensitive spot on Y/N's neck before pushing his pants down and all but tearing her panties off before tossing her right leg over his shoulder.

"Keeping these for later." Eddie smirked with her panties in his hands and grabbing hers, holding them above her head as he slid inside her warm wet entrance.

Y/N cried out so loud Eddie was positive someone would complain tomorrow about his indiscretions, but right now his mind was clouded with her sweet pussy. He set a rough pace and nearly creamed right there when Y/N arched her back and cried out his name.

Eddie never wanted to hear anyone else say his name ever again, just Y/N screaming it to the roof tops much like she was doing now. He knew he wouldn't last long, her smell, her body, her voice was all too much for him and then she got one of her hands free and yanked his hair roughly.

"Shit Y/N," Eddie did not expect for that to feel as good as it did. "Do that again and shit, I'll be putty in your hands sweet cheeks."

Y/N did in fact keep pulling his hair, and squeezing around his cock almost every time he thrusted into her until her vision when white and she yanked Eddie's head back, creaming on his dick. Eddie came not too long after seeing Y/N's completely fucked out face, pulling out and burying his face in her neck as he jizzed on her stomach.

The two laid together for a second, catching their breath until Eddie leaned up to kiss her again, "Jesus, you," He smirked down at her, "Are the literal woman of my wet dreams." Y/N giggled and wrapped her arms around him neck, "I would say the same thing about you hot shot."

They lazily made out for a few more minutes until Y/N noticed the jizz drying on her stomach. "Shit, do you mind if I shower?" She almost felt stupid for asking, but Eddie's contagious smile reassured her. "As long as you don't mind me joining you."

Y/N couldn't help but laugh, "Fine, as long as you promise me another song?" Eddie jumped up, offering a hand to her as he bowed. "You got it 'mlady."

#eddie munson #stranger things #joseph quinn #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fic #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader smut #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you smut #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x reader fic #eddie munson x y/n smut #joseph quinn smut #stranger things smut #stranger things season 4 #st #st4 vol 2

[writing-fanics]

. wild uncharted waters . 

Prince Eric x Fem!Reader 

   [Chapter Three: If Only] 

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@ladynoiree @bambi-horror @or-was-it-just-a-dream @jakesullylvr @katies-reading-space @anangelwhodidntfall​

If Only [only pay attention to ariel part]  

»»———-　Five Years Ago   ———-««

[Y/n] laid in bed smiling as she looked at the necklace around her neck in awe. She hadn’t been able to sleep, her growing feelings for Eric the cuase of said inability to fall asleep properly. She’d never felt this way for anyone before so theses feelings were all but knew to her, as she admired the necklace smiling, she ran her fingers along the ridges of the seashell necklace. She also couldn’t stop thinking about what he wanted to say to her that night. 

“Someones in love.” A voice said, causing her to jump and quickly turn towards the opposite side of the room. “Gabriella!” [Y/n] whisper shouted, looking over at her sister. “I-I am not I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She said, trying to hide it Gabriella her older sister wasn’t convinced at all. 

“Oh, really? The constant sighing the inability to sleep the staring at the necklace that Eric gave you in awe.” Gabriella said, smiling as she looked toards her sister, “You are in love.” She said, grinning ear to ear. [Y/n]’s cheeks turned a bright red, and she tried to hide it undeneath the covers. “I-I..” [Y/n] stammered, nervously her heart racing. 

“Oh, I can’t wait to be an aunt..” Gabriella said jokingly, a squeak erupted from underneath the covers, “Imagine, the adorable children the two of you would make so cute.” She continued, the covers slipped off of [Y/n] revealing her bright red face. The thought of having kids with Eric, a fever dream in her mind. But she didn’t oppose the thought. 

But something like that would never happen right? 

“I can see it now, you walking down the aisle.” Gabriella said, and [Y/n] grabbed her pillow and threw it at her sister. “Stop! It’ll never happen.” [Y/n] said, and her older sister just smiled at her taking the pillow and tossing it back over at her sister. 

»»———-　Five Years Later [Before the Voyage]  ———-««

[Y/n] knew that she should’nt be staying up so late working on a necklace, but she wanted to give him something special. Something similar to something she already had, in fact she was making a necklace made out of a scallop shell. With some sea beads on the string, making a necklace. She remembered, when she was little Gabriella told her something that their mother used to tell her before she passed away. That scallop shell symbolized love, so in doing so she was somewhat confessing her feelings for Eric but not entirely. 

Even though it isn’t exactly the same as the one he gave her, hopefully he would appreciate  it. Yet, she couldn’t help but be tempted not to give him said gift as she finished, he’d given her so much things over the years. And all she was giving him was a cheap necklace made of seashells found on the beach.

»»———-　Five Years Later [Before the Voyage]  ———-«« 

She walked down the hallway and was about to leave the castle, when she walked past Eric’s study and heard his voice in there. Wanting to say hi she walked towards the door, and was about to knock and realzied he must’ve been talking to someone inside. Seeing, that the door was left slightly ajar she peeked through the door and her heart sank to her stomach. 

Seeing a girl with reddish brown hair with braids, and a blue dress getting closer as if they were about to kiss. Shaking her head, she backed away and left the castle. As she walked down the dirt path towards her home, a single tear ran down her cheek. Why couldn’t she just walk up to him and confess her feelings? Why, was it so hard for her to do so. She turned to look back towards the castle, her heart aching as she did so. “If only you could know.” She started to sing, as she walked down the dirt road toward home. 

“The things I long to say.” She sand, as she kicked a rock it falling down the side of the cliff, “If only I could tell you,” She sang, longingly about her feelings for Eric something she wished she could tell him, “What I wish I could convey,” Her heart singing full of yearning for her childhood best friend. 

She continued to sing her heart out, walking down the dirt road past places where Eric and her, once spent time together as children.“It's in my ev'ry glance” She sang, as she stopped at one spot where she remembered when she was little, “My heart's an open book” Smiling softly at the memory of when a six year old playfully kissed, a seven year old Eric on the cheek. 

Smiling warmly at the memory, as she continued to walk down the road. “You'd see it all at once If only you would look.” She continued to sing, “If only you could glimpse,” She continued, the castle becoming more and more distant as she walked away. 

‘He’s so close yet so far.’ 

She thought to herself, and she stopped dead in her tracks. As she looked out towards the see, “The feelings that I feel, If only you would notice, What I'm dying to reveal.” She sang, looking down at the ground, “The dreams I can't declare, The needs I can't deny.” 

“You'd understand them all, If only you would try” 

“All my secrets you would learn them.” She sang, as she imagined her life with Eric by her side, something she could only dream of, “All my longings you'd return them.” Wishing to travel the uncharted waters with her at his side something she belived would never happen. 

“Then the silence would be broken.” 

“Not a word would need be spoken” 

As she continued down the dirt path a smile grew across her lips, at a memory of her and Eric dancing together in the marketplace on her birthday. She remembered how her heart skipped a beat at how close they were their lips inches from touching, “If only it were true,” She sang, as the memory faded away those moments becoming a distant memory now to her.

“If only for a while.” She sang, as she knelt down picking up a flower that resemble the flower that he placed in her hair that day so many years ago. “If only you would notice,” Her voice started to crack, as she let the flower slip from her grasp and get blown away by the wind. 

Her heart ached watching as it gets blown away, “How I ache behind my smile.I-I guess you never will.” She shuddered, as tears brimmed her eyes, “I guess it doesn't show, But if I never find a way to tell you so.” She sang, wiping away the tears brimming her eyes. 

“Oh what I would give.” She sniffled, as more tears threatened to run down her cheeks, “If only you could know.” She sang, as she walked towards her house, “If only.” She sang, as she entered her house closing the door behind her. 

#prince eric x reader #prince eric x you #prince eric x y/n #jonah hauer king x reader #jonah hauer king x you #jonah hauer king x y/n #the little mermaid fanfiction #the little mermaid 2023 #the little mermaid live action #prince eric #jonah hauer king

[joshfuckingkiszka]

ℭ𝔞𝔩𝔩 ℑ𝔱 𝔚𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔚𝔞𝔫𝔱 - 𝔖𝔉𝔎

sfk x f!reader

I have an initial necklace hehe (he has mine on a bracelet)

THIS ACCOUNT IS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

taylor's version masterpost

reputation masterpost

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My castle crumbled overnight I brought a knife to a gunfight

May third was the last time your friends heard from you. You remembered how the rain had been so humid and suffocating, the leaves just having returned to the branches. Flowers had begun to bloom but you had never felt more shrunken and frail, threatening to fall from the branches to the icy grass. Mark had shattered your heart into a million pieces the previous day, and your friends had arrived at your apartment, attempting to put you back together. 

All you could manage was to ask for space, and your absence worried them greatly. They were convinced you had spiraled in the six months since you had spoken. Truthfully, you had been, for a few weeks, anyway. On the first day that you left your apartment for something other than work or class, you had made your way into a previously loved bookstore. Mark had taken you there on a first date, and it became a regular date spot. 

All the jokers dressin' up as kings They fade to nothin' when I look at him

At that moment, you were angry. Hopelessly angry. Filled with rage at how easy he made it seem to leave you. Picking up his favorite book from a dusty shelf, you sneered at it, like it was him with the well-loved pages and cover with distressed corners. I bet you think about me, you thought, I’m harder to forget than I was to leave. 

“Are you, uh, gonna buy that or just keep making angry faces at it?” You jumped at the silky voice. 

“Oh, sorry,” You held it out to him, “I’m not - you can have it.” 

“I’m not buying.” He laughed, gesturing to the nametag pinned to his shirt. 

A warmth in your cheeks appeared and you placed the book gingerly on the shelf. 

“Are you new? I’m here all the time and I’ve never seen you.” 

“Yeah, college isn’t gonna pay for itself.” 

You both laughed and that was the beginning. In between work and school, you would visit Sam, at the library or his apartment, where you met his best friend, Danny, for the first time. Though, Danny had walked in on you making out with Sam on the couch, so you could’ve made a better first impression, but oh well. 

All my flowers grew back as thorns Windows boarded up after the storm

Truthfully, you had spiraled those first few weeks of absolute gut wrenching heartache, determined you were fated to drown. Sam had been a torch in a dark tunnel, a device meant to keep you afloat, and he had done just that. Sam made you laugh and took your breath away all at once. 

The two of you spent Friday nights in bars, dancing with each other as you drank cheap beer. The glow of blue neon signs illuminated your head on his chest, and you could practically see the thumping of your own heart in your chest, and he, the same. 

Bridges burn, I never learn, at least I did one thing right

It was great. For about two months. Then it - well, you - came crashing down. It was all too overwhelming, school, work, the future, life. Were you what Sam wanted? You didn’t even have to ask yourself the reverse, he was all you could ever want. 

When he knocked on your door, he found it unlocked. He went to joke about being a serial killer when he saw you crumpled in front of the couch, sobs wracking your body. The quip immediately slipped back into his mouth and he ran to hold you. You could hear his frantic heartbeat from your position on his chest, and you apologized for the tears and snot on his shirt. 

"You don't need to save me But would you run away with me?"

“Baby, I don’t care,” he laughed in worry, “what’s wrong?” When you couldn’t talk through the tears, he didn’t expect an answer. Sam just held you, your hands gripping his flannel so tightly you thought it might tear. 

After an hour, your tears had subsided, perhaps from dehydration, but you didn’t really care. He still held on just as tightly, until you began to untangle yourself from his grasp. Your throat was sore and your voice hoarse, and surely your face was stained with your smeared makeup from the day. That’s not how he looked at you though, he looked at you the way he looked at sunsets, dazzled and bewildered and wonderfully. 

“What’s wrong with my baby, hm?” He caressed your jaw, his long fingers finding residence in the mess of your hair. 

“It’s just - well, am I what you want? You could have anyone -” He cut you off. 

“You are all I want, need, and everything in between, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere until you give me the word.” It was firm in a way you’d never heard Sam Kiszka speak. But he was right. 

My baby's fly like a jet stream High above the whole scene, loves me like I'm brand new

The days that followed were not awkward, but had an air of delicacy around them. Like he was afraid to say the wrong thing. You apologized, and he assured you had no reason to. He was learning your boundaries, studying them so he could wrap himself around them and protect you. 

One of those days, a new necklace appeared on you, and he wasn’t certain. He thought it might be - no, there was no way. Finally, he stopped you in the hallway as you were coming out of a shower. His fingers picked up the letter on your chest, inspecting its curves and the way it shined in the light. Sam knew you better than anyone, he deserved to be monumentally represented as a permanent part of your appearance. 

“An ‘S.’ For Sam. Or Sammy. Or Samuel. Or-” He kissed you to shut you up.

Call it what you want, yeah, call it what you want To

〚taglist〛

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[hanayori89]

🌻 Hello all- I just wrote this little one (two it’s a two) shot. My mother recently passed away on 1/24. My existence feels hollow. Writing is the only thing keeping me grounded, the only thing that makes me feel like myself when I feel I don’t know who I am. When you read this little works you’re supporting not just a writer- but a grieving human. Thank you 🌻❤️

A Little Too Not Over You

“Hey, watch it!”

A rotund woman ran into you, causing you to ricochet backward and stumble off the curb. You watched as she stopped, shifting her weight back and forth on her feet. The sheer trace of her underwear beneath her shoddy dress told you she wasn't wearing much else beneath it. She continued forward, hurriedly crab-walking as she winced from her seismic thighs slapping together.

You grimaced, feeling the phantom sting of chafing between your own thighs.

"Hurry! Someone said he was down here!"

The racket of charging feet stomping against the pavement made you duck for cover.

"SQUEE!!!!"

You watched from behind an empty stall as a throng of rowdy, jubilant women of all ages, shapes, and colors came stampeding down the street.

"For Din's sake..." You muttered in disbelief.

Today was the biggest delivery day of the month, and your cargo now sat, ripped and dented from the abuse of hordes of running feet. After you discerned the coast was clear of all signs of estrogen besides your own, you ran toward your box and retrieved it. You squinted as you read the delivery address on the mottled label.

Bombchu Bowling Alley.

You hoisted the precious cargo on your shoulder, relieved that it would be your last delivery of the day. On an average workday, Castle Town never took you nearly as long as it did today. But whatever had the citizens in a tizzy also threw your schedule into the same energy of disarray.

You glanced upward, admiring the way the dark dusk clouds patted down what little light of the sun remained. The drawbridge that connected Castle Town to Hyrule Field would soon close, blocking any visitors from leaving or entering.

With that thought in mind, you scurried down to the Bombchu Bowling Alley, relieved that with the promise of night came the promise of the end of your shift.

🧚

"Well, I'll be. Are you actually awake during your shift?" You greeted your friend, Ally, the clerk who ran Bombchu Bowling.

She gave you a wistful sigh. "If I actually had customers, I wouldn't be over here falling asleep." She jumped over the counter; her magenta pinstriped crop top revealed her chiseled abs, which came as a surprise considering she seemed to sleep for a living.

"Got my goods?"

"Got my money?"

Ally fluttered her caked lashes at you in amusement. "Always right to the point." She reached into her pocket, fishing out the rupees she owed you. "You really saved my hide doing this freight business; your costs are much cheaper than those of Lon Lon."

"Well, I won't talk ill of Malon; we are friends after all. But she has her hands full these days and running a farm ain't cheap. Besides, I love to explore Hyrule. Especially since-" You stopped yourself from saying it.

The words seemed to be obnoxious and loud, despite not leaving your mouth. "He's never once come back to see you?"

"He's a hero now. Why would he?" Your voice rose as your wounded ego flared. "Besides, I have my business and my life now. I appreciate the time we spent as kids and what he's done for Hyrule, but I've moved on, and I'm sure he has too."

"Have you, though?"

Your mouth shot open in protest. "What's that supposed to mean?" You didn't need to prove to Ally or anyone that you were over Link.

So, what if you saw his stupid face every night for seven years since he left?

Or that you sometimes sat outside of the Kokiri woods by the tree you both met.

Or the fact that every date you've ever been on always left you empty because no one seemed to compare.

So, what?

"Y/N," Ally said your name as if she were a medic about to tell you that you had a terminal illness. The empathy in her voice was present, albeit earnest. "Did you see the crowds gathering today?"

You nodded. "How in Hylia could I not see them? It would be like not seeing King Jabu Jabu in Zora's Domain. I almost got run over! This one woman-"

"He's come home."

"He?"

"The Hero...er- Link, he's returned. He's here, in Castletown."

"Link? Link has come back?"

Her eyebrows rose in concern as you let out a bitter laugh.

"Y/N-"

"So, Link has come home? That's what those females were fussing over? How pathetic." The venom that coursed through your veins over Link's abandonment somehow didn't manage to overshadow your curiosity as to what he looked like after all this time. You stopped entertaining the thought. "They can have him and all the tears they'll cry when he leaves them too."

You left Ally standing there with her unopened order. You walked towards the door, your throat raw with the taste of acid. "Let me know if there's any issue with your order. Have a good night."

You didn't bother to look her way as you slammed the door shut behind you.

Link had returned.

So, what?

🧚🏿

"Why are you crying?"

A boy with eyes haunted by unwelcome duty ran past you. He turned toward you, surprised, as you revealed yourself from behind a tree.

"Why are you sad? Whatever it is, it can't be that bad."

“I'm supposed to go meet Princess Zelda. But I won't make it. I'm going to die."

You tilted your head at the boy's assured declaration. "How are you so sure you're going to die?"

"Look at me! I am a Kokiri! If we leave the forest, I'll die! That's why Saria looked so sad. She must have known she'd never see me again. She must have known..."

You walked up to the sullen boy swathed in green. Drawing your arm back, you walloped him in the shoulder.

"HEY!" He growled.

You began to laugh hysterically. "Silly forest boy, if you were dead, that wouldn't have hurt. There is no pain after death."

He began to begrudgingly blink with recognition. "So then, it's true. I am not one of them after all. I am not a Kokiri." His eyebrows furrowed in thought.

"Apparently not because you're very much alive."

He looked at you. "I must go to the princess." He didn't ask you to escort him, but something in the way he spoke made you silently understand that you were to accompany him.

"Come on, I'll take you as far as I can."

"Thank you."

You both traversed Hyrule Field together with chatter that had such ease it caused time to pass with lamentable haste. As you approached the drawbridge that led to Castle Town, you could feel the boy's aquamarine eyes overtly examining you.

You gave him a playful side-eye. "Don't go falling in love over there."

Little did you know, you would eat those words for seven years straight.

🧚🏽

"Wait! Hey, Wait!"

Two guards stood; their gargantuan helmets eclipsed their vision but left their prickly and soured lips on display. They ignored your begging and continued to crank the bridge upward; the hinges were in desperate need of lube to ease the egregious grinding sound that filled the air.

"Wait! I need to leave! My cargo wagon is outside!"

One of the guards looked at you and scoffed. "Rules are rules, little miss. This bridge closes at 7 p.m., as it always has for years. You know better."

You stomped your foot. "It's 6:58! If you're not going to let me leave, then I fully expect to be compensated with a room at an inn since you cannot be so kind as to let me pass."

Both of the guards exchanged glances and began to laugh.

The guard that had ridiculed you earlier now walked up to you, dipping his head close to your ear. "I can make an exception if you do something for me." His gruff, come-hither voice made your ovaries revolt in disgust.

He crept his fingers along your shoulder, resting them on the thin cotton of your sleeve and slowly pulling it down.

"I would rather mate with a goron." You felt a collection of foamy saliva sit at the base of your throat. With an uncouth gurgle, you spat in the guard's face as a Deku shrub would shoot a nut.

"You little-"

An arm dressed in a gilded gauntlet slithered around the guard's neck, wrapping him in a chokehold. You couldn't see the face of the man who intervened, but you caught glimpses of green fabric behind the guard's body. The color reminiscent of a vast forest and the special boy who hails from its verdant haven.

"What's your ID number?" The voice's curt command wasn't enough to hide its feathery resonance or the way it made your core pool with warmth.

The guard fumbled beneath the unforgiving grasp of his captor, his voice escaping in hoarse spurts. "7..."

"7 what?" The man's muscles swelled as he wrapped his arm around the guard's neck tighter.

"7...5...2...7." Satisfied by this response, you watched as the guard was disregarded and thrown to the ground.

"I'll be sure to speak with the princess in the morning, 7527. It would behoove you to leave the premises at once. Now get out of my sight."

The other guard squealed from behind. "Ach! "It's him! Let's get out of here."

Your eyes slowly wandered to the man before you.

'Him.'

The shadows that hung beneath his eyes were the perfect accessory to the familiar glint of unwelcome responsibility that had remained in his eyes all these years. His lips tugged upward, and an insecure smile seeped cheek to cheek, transforming his aged face into that of the youth you had fallen in love with years ago.

"Hello, Y/N."

You stood there, as if you were staring at Dampe's ghost, which would be a lot more palatable than Link standing before you as a grown man.

A grown man.

You felt your flesh incinerate as you observed the chapped and gargantuan hands beneath the gauntlets. Your eyes stalled on the flashes of muscle that couldn't be hidden beneath his padded gambeson or his tunic.

You could hear a soft chuckle as he realized he had rendered you speechless. He reached upward, pulling off his signature green hat and setting free a wave of long, silky blond tresses. "Have I aged so terribly that you cannot possibly find the words?" For as much as your gaze seemed to procrastinate on certain areas of his body, it was incomparable to the way Link's eyes refused to move away from your own. His Adam's apple bulged, shimmying down his throat as he took a deep breath. "The passage of time is usually cruel, but it relieves me to see how incredibly kind it has been to you."

He took a few steps toward you, desperate for your acknowledgement. After another minute of silence, you reached your hand forward. Link mirrored you, lifting his hand upward in an attempt to gently place his fingertips against your own, as if you were his reflection. The romantic gesture was severed thanks to your hand plunging forth and latching onto one of the shiny gray hoops that swung from his ears.

"Farore! You pierced your ears?"

You could make out a little droplet of sweat trailing down his jaw as he released a nervous laugh. "That's it? It's been seven years, and that's what you noticed about me?"

You folded your arms. " It's not my fault; it's been seven years, Link. Oh, forgive me, do you still go by 'Link?"

He frowned. "You're right, Y/N. You're absolutely right. I cannot say anything that will mend the rift of time between us. But" He got down on his knee and held your hand, your delicate fingers resting in between his firm grasp, weakening your resolve.

"The bridge is closed for the night. Give me just tonight to try. Please."

"Fine." You surrendered. You were going to humor Link. But it was not to appease his own guilt over his absence.

No, it was to prove to yourself that you were over him.

But if you truly were, then why did you need to prove it?

🧚🏾

                                             

Edited: 2/1/24

#legend of zelda #link #loz #fanfiction #wattpad #link x reader #romance #the legend of zelda #fanfic #fanfic on tumblr #loz oot #ocarinaof time #zelda ocarina of time #oot #oneshot #not really #random writing #grief and writing

[bluewatersfairy]

homebody - l.b.

loosely inspired by homebody by kalin white (a/n: i've been wanting to use this song for a longgg time)

synopsis: requested by @bemybinarystar! two people meet by chance on an app that thrives on anonymity and begin an x-rated relationship with one another filled with late night video calls.

warnings: mature content, MINORS DNI!! depictions of sex work, mutual masturbation.

word count: 3.2k

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Melo grabbed his laptop and climbed on top of his bed, checking one last time that there were no tell-tale signs in view that would make him identifiable.  This had become a part of his routine and what was once him being cautious was now a natural habit.  He originally didn’t care, it never even crossed his mind, but she had told him he needed to, she didn’t want to know who he was.  That was weird for him to hear too, it reminded him of how different this relationship was.  If you could call it a relationship.

When he had first discovered her, he was doom scrolling on the type of site that was created for late-night rendezvous.  He’d convinced himself he was just curious, he’d laugh about it later and go back to the more traditional way of fulfilling his needs.  But then he saw her smile and he had to stop scrolling.  Her description was limited, her height, tag name, and that she was drawn to the anonymity of the site; tell me something good and maybe we can figure something out.

The only reason Melo had even caught her attention was because his profile looked like a cheap bot: 2 tall, 2 long, fire’n’ice, was all his profile said.  His request sat in her inbox for two days until he sent her another message, ‘you ever think about castles?  they got pretty ones by the lakes in lithuania.’  It was a bizarre opening, but it got him out of her requests and into her inbox.

They messaged back and forth for a full week before anything remotely sexual was discussed.  Melo liked that she wasn’t jumping at his every response and that it looked like she had a life too.  During that week, they hadn’t shared much about themselves, but he felt like she was investigating him, despite the very few questions she asked.  The first time he received the app notification that she’d sent him a picture, his palms started getting sweaty.  

He locked himself in his room, something that would become routine, laid back on his bed and opened her message thread.  It was a tasteful shot of her full thighs and ass peaky out of a red silk slip.  Her deep amber skin against the scarlet made him gulp.  It was so little, nothing he hadn’t seen before, but it pulled his interest and ignited his curiosity.  She had waited for him to see the message before she sent the follow up, ‘your turn…”

Melo had spent the next 10 minutes cleaning his floor and checking that nothing could be seen in the background from his messy room.  He spat in his palm and stroked his hard-on till it was raging and grown.  He held the base of his shaft with one hand and took a photo with the other before sending it through.  

That was two months ago and though neither of them had asked many personal questions, there was this unspoken bond between them.  She didn’t need him to say when he’d had a rough day, and he knew how she needed to be talked to.  He found himself thinking of her at the worst of times and turning to her when he needed a boost.  In return, he’d transfer undisclosed amounts of money to her account.  Again, this was something they hadn’t really talked about, it was an unspoken agreement.

Of course, she never expected him to be so generous.  

At first, she assumed that it was an attempt to impress her and keep her interested in him.  She had told him after maybe a week of exchanging racy pictures that she offered more, but for it to be fair to the other people she entertained, he had to pay a small fee that he felt reflected their time together.  The beauty of the site that she considered her secret life was that she got to choose her clients and could easily report and block people if they ever became aggressive or obsessive.  She’d always managed to attract men who exhibit something she’s attracted to, but she knew “fire’n’ice” was closer to her age and clearly in a high position, and that image was addictive to her.  

When he had first sent her a large sum out of the blue, she’d been 3 hours deep in official documents.  She imagined him in a similar position, probably in slacks and a white button up, trapped in his office thinking about taking her at his desk.  She’d quickly excused herself, citing lady problems, and clicked off to the employee bathroom.

Melo, who was standing in his kitchen heating up one of the several protein-based meals he had made weekly, received a message with 3 attachments.  She was spreading herself open for him, and had framed her tits in such a way, he just wanted to latch on.  He’d groaned loudly and abandoned his meal in favour of his room.  His cock was tight against his pants and the second he freed it, he felt the ache take over his body.  

He squeezed his eyes shut and pictured her, imagining how she posed.  He thrust into his fist and straggled words flew out of his mouth.  In the haze of the moment, he grabbed his phone and opened the camera. 

“Look at my fuckin’ cock, babygirl, look how hard it is for you.” He spat as he finished his sentence, needing more moisture so he could fuck his hand better.  “I bet you’d love to choke on my big fuckin’ dick, aye baby?  I’d fuck your face and finish all over your tits.”  

He paid no mind to what he was saying, he was just talking shit as he thrusted harder and faster into his hand.  His cum spurted all over his desk, some of it landing on his phone screen.  He swore and stopped the recording before bending over, his chest heaving.  He’d never thought to do something like that before.  She hadn’t even made a video for him, she’d only ever sent pictures.  What had she done to him?

The video worked in Lamelo’s favour in more ways than he could have possibly known.  She already had a growing soft spot for mr. fire’n’ice but that video sent him to the top of her list.  He was the first client she reached out to during the days and his sessions were always top priority for her.  It didn’t have much to do with the money, she was just drawn to him in every way a person can be to someone they’ve never met or even seen properly.  He even had her questioning if she should take a step back from her other clients and just entertain him.  

It was bad.  Unprofessional even.  But she couldn’t stop herself.

LaMelo was still checking his background when her call came in, popping up on his screen with her explicit profile icon highlighted with a red ring.  He pressed the green button and did one final adjustment to his laptop so all she could see was below his neck.  He always wore a black wife-beater so that his chest tattoo was mostly covered but so she could still get a good view of his toned torso and the ever growing bulge in his shorts.

“Hi pretty boy,” her ruby red lips pulled into a grin on his screen.  She looked like she was laying on her stomach, her tits pushed together under a slip of vibrant material.  

“‘Sup baby,” Melo swiped his tongue across his bottom lip, “you lookin’ edible.”

She giggled as she ran her hand down her neck before reaching somewhere off camera.  She was sitting up, he realised, before she brought something of a prop on screen.

“I was gonna say I found these today and thought of you,” she giggled again, “I know you’re much bigger, but you can’t tell me that’s not a close match.”  Melo smirked as he watched her twirl two rainbow lolly-cocks in the camera.  

“They not that girthy, you could still fit them in your mouth easy,” Melo felt his dick twitch as she rested her pouty lips on the tip of the lolly.

“Are you saying your dick won’t fit in my mouth?” she bit on her bottom lip and dragged her hand down her chest as she spoke.

“I’m sayin’ it won’t be easy.”  Melo’s hand moved to the bulge in his pants and he gently palmed it.

“I like a challenge,” she smiled, “I’ll make sure it fits baby, you know I’m a good girl for you.”

“Show me.” 

His voice was raspy, and his dick was hard.  She’d caught him at the perfect time and he knew she could tell just how desperate he was for her.  He didn’t care that she knew anymore.  Truthfully, he thought it showed how well they knew each other and how much he trusted her.  

“Of course baby,” she grinned before adjusting her laptop camera slightly.  

Melo watched closely as she spat on the tip of the lolly cock and used her tongue to glide it down.  Kitten licks and teasing kisses quickly turned into her pouty lips wrapped around the head.  The wet sounds her mouth made against the hard lolly did nothing but strengthen the pulse in Melo’s cock.  He swiped his tongue across his bottom lip before readjusting himself, watching as she pushed the lolly further into her mouth.  

“You’re such a good girl, baby,” Melo pushed out with his head leaning back.  He watched her through his eyelashes, picturing her wrapped around him.  His chest rose and fell at a steady pace and his skin flushed pink.  He was getting caught up in the thick of things, he barely processed her transitioning from the lolly cock to one of her dildos.

It was one they had purchased together.  It was a late night call, much like they were currently on, and she had wanted to find something a bit different for the two of them.  Her screen was shared with him as they scrolled through an adult website.  Every now and then Melo would point out one, whether he was being serious or joking was always up for interpretation.  

“I want something that’s like you,” she said sheepishly when Melo had asked why he was involved, “it’s like torture seeing such a pretty and big dick and not be able to ride it.”  

They’d found a dildo similar to his size and when it came in the mail a week later, Melo received a video of her putting it in her mouth, popping it out and pushing it between her tits.  She said she wouldn’t to anything else without him, but he was out of town and sharing a room so it would be a minute until he was going to be able to be alone with her.  It ended up being one of their better calls.  Melo could barely keep his eyes open by the end of it, he felt so fucked out and exhausted, you’d think she had actually been there to suck the soul out of him.  He’d jokingly texted her the next morning saying he had a sore wrist.  It wasn’t a complete joke though, many coaches commented on his shooting being off that day at practice. 

“Oh baby,” she moaned through the camera as she pulled the rubber cock out of her mouth, “touch yourself baby, show me how you stroke it.”

Melo was rock hard.  He hissed as he ran his hand up his thick shaft and circled his thumb over his throbbing head, spreading his leaked pre-cum so she could see it.  She spat on her dildo as he squirted lube on himself.  

“Follow my pace baby,” she instructed, “you know how much I love to push you.”

“I’ll do whatever you say baby,” Melo swallowed and began to stroke his dick as she jacked the dildo.  She switched between going fast and slow, bringing different sounds out of Melo as she encouraged him.  She moaned at every twitch of his dick and felt herself growing hotter and hotter with each stroke.

“Fuck,” she spat out as Melo had to let go of his cock, his head thrown back and his eyes squeezed shut, “you wanna cum don’t you baby?”

“I don’t wanna,” Melo groaned as he smacked his cock, “you just drive me crazy Ma.”  His eyes refocused on his screen to find she’d changed positions.

She was sitting now, her thighs spread so her pussy was on full display.  Melo cussed at the sight of it.  Even through the camera he could tell she was just as heated as he was.  She was visibly swollen and practically dripping.  She giggled as she slipped her fingers through her folds, a visible tremble running through her at the same time.

“Look how ready I am for you,” she moaned as she fingered her clit, “you’d stretch me out so good with that big cock.”

“I’d give you the fuck of your life,” Melo gripped his cock again, “have yo ass screamin’.”

She picked up the dildo from her side and rubbed the tip against her entrance, “tell me baby,” she hummed, “tell me how you’d do me.”

“I’d fuck you in so many ways,” he started to jerk his cock again.  “God, I’d fuck you into your mattress baby, giving you the deepest strokes of your life.  You’ve never had a dick like this.”

“No I haven’t,” she whined, pushing the dildo inside her, “you’d have to go slow with me, I wanna make sure I feel every inch of you.”  she let out a gasp of a pet name, her free hand gripping on to her tit.

“God just the sight of your cock makes me feel crazy,” her hips were moving against her hand, pushing the rubber cock in and out, trying desperately to match Melo’s pace.  If he could function enough to think of anything at that moment, he’d appreciate her commitment to making it feel like they were together, fucking.  But his brain wasn’t working anymore.  Everything that came to mind was nothing shy of filth. 

“It’s all yours baby, and you’d look so fucking good bouncing on top of it.”

She moaned at his words, her tits bouncing as she fucked herself harder.  

“This big fucking dick is all yours, whenever you want it, I don’t care where, it’s yours.”

His room filled with a mix of her moans, his heavy breathing and the sound of his hand beating his cock, slapping with how fast he was jerking.

“Oh and this pussy is all yours daddy,” she moaned loudly, “I’m all yours baby.  You can put that pretty dick whereever you want and use me for whatever you need.  I just need you all over me daddy, your big hands wrapped in my hair, around my throat.”

“I’ll slut you out baby,” Melo groaned as he chased her words, “I’ll make you cum so much the whole world gon’ hear.”  

“I’m gonna cum,” she all but screamed, “keep talking, tell me baby, I want to hear you.”

“I’ll fuck you from behind in the mirror, baby.  Smack yo’ ass and pull your hair and make you look me in the eye while you cum all over my big dick.”  Melo repressed a loud moan and swallowed hard.  “We gon’ fuck all night, baby, the second you cum, I’m sticking it right back in there.  I’ll make it so you won’t be able to walk in the morning.”

Melo watched her body react to his words and struggled to process the sight. Her chest was heaving, fucking the dildo in and out of her hole with her hand tight on her clit.  She swore over and over again until her words were nothing but moans and Melo saw everything reach it’s peak.  She pulled the dildo out of her and did everything she could to stop her thighs from clamping shut.

“Holy fuck,” she gasped with her head thrown back and her hands jammed between her thighs.  She collasped against whatever was behind her and Melo watched her spread herself open and squirt.  “Oh baby, I’m cumming so fucking hard.”

Melo just about double over, letting out the loudest moans and groans he’d ever made as his load spurted out of his tip.  He massaged his balls and watched his seed cover his lower stomach and parts of his laptop.

“Fuck,” he sighed as he leaned back and let his dick stand to its own want.  

For a minute, the two of them didn’t move, just panting heavily staring at one another.  Occasionally, he’d stroke his shaft and rub his balls at the same time to see if he had anything left.  She was the first one to move, laying back down to the position she’d been in when the call started.

“Every time I think we’ve reached our peak, you go and do the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” she giggled as she put one of her fingers to her lips.

“Tell me how that pussy tastes babe,” he said, his voice audibly strained.  She smirked and put her fingers in her mouth, sucking them off.

“It tastes sweet and creamy,” she let her wet fingers drag down her naked torso to her nipples.

“You’re a fuckin’ problem,” Melo grinned and shook his head, reaching for the rag he washed for this call.

“I’m a problem?” she giggled, pointing to herself, “you’re the one who’s got me thinking of throwing all the policies out the window.”

“Policies?” Melo asked, suddenly brought out of his post-nut daze.  “What are you tryna say?”

“I don’t know,” she admitted with a shrug, “but don’t you feel it too?  Don’t you want to see my face?  Know my name?”

“I want all of the above, baby,” Melo pulled his laptop closer to him.  “Are you saying there’s more we could do?”

“I’m just thinking out loud here,” she hesitated, “you’re the first person I feel like I’d be safe sharing my secrets with.”  What was she saying?

It was a big confession, she wants to elevate things.  Melo couldn’t decide if it was his money or him but he really didn’t care.  He wanted to have her name and he wanted her to know his name.  But it’s unique, and she’d know exactly who he was if he said it.

Fuck it.

“LaMelo,” he rushed to say, spitting it out before he could think twice.  “I’m LaMelo.”

She smiled wide and he watched as she reached out to her laptop screen and pushed it back slightly.

“I’m Y/N,” she giggled.

LaMelo repeated her name, letting it pass through his lips to see how it’d feel saying it.

“So Y/N,” Melo smiled as he pushed his laptop screen a bit too, showing more of him, “if I offered to fly you out, would you say no?”

“Oh baby,” she smirked, “I’d be there in a heartbeat.  I want all that dick in real life.”

“Aight, bet,” Melo picked up his phone from beside him, “you give me a date and I’ll work out all the rest.”

#minors dni #lamelo ball #melo ball #lamelo ball fics #lamelo ball imagines #melo ball smut #lamelo ball smut #nba smut #nba fics #v writes #lb #from thee queue

[aemondsbeloved]

From The Tides [Part 4]

pairing: (platonic) Lucerys Velaryon x reader, Aemond Targaryen x reader

summary: Settling into your new duties as handmaiden and life in the Red Keep, you had begun to know who you could trust. As you do your best to assist Queen Rhaenyra and spend time with those you care about, you learn that not every enemy can be a true foe when you meet Princess Helaena (6.4k)

notes: after this chapter we are going to get into the good enemies to lovers excellence. just wait!!! previous chapters are linked on my masterlist.

“How fares your family?” Rhaenyra asked as she walked up to you.

The small council had ended and Queen Rhaenyra had went to you where you stood in the throne room with this question. Luckily today there was no woman in green dress nor was there the kinslayer in the throne room.

Ser Erryk was a few paces behind you. “My sister wrote of a new horse they purchased for the farm, apparently she is a very beautiful one. White as snow she said,” you replied, thinking of the gold your family undoubtably received as an agreement of your services. Not that you ever asked for that much gold for your family. “My niece and nephew are well as are my parents.”

Thank the Gods, you thought. You had never been religious at least not in the way highborns were. You recalled the seven pointed star Alicent Hightower wore, a woman of devout faith clearly, but you were not from somewhere with a Sept.

You recalled a small chapel located in the next village over that was slightly larger than where your family lived. The chapel was humble, small, worn. It was where your parents had said their vows and where your sister and good brother said theirs. You assumed it would be where you said yours too.

Your heart was heavy with gratitude for the Queen and what she had done for you. Because of her, your family would never starve and your nephews and nieces will always know comfort. A hungry stomach won’t exist for them. You were glad of it. But it was hard to remember the people you left behind.

“Some say it is unnatural for a mother to be without her child. The same could be said for fathers. No parent should depart from their child forever,” the Queen said and you wondered if she could see your thoughts in your head. “But children are born to the world to part from their parents as cruel as it can be.”

You knew what she meant now. You could pretend to speak like the people in this castle who were supposed to be your equals but you felt like a cheap mockery when you did that. At least you understood her.

Silently, you walked with her out of the throne room.

“You should visit Lucerys in the training yard,” she offered in the silence. “He and Jacaerys are training now.”

“Who will train them?” you asked, recalling the Queen’s harsh words about Ser Criston Cole one morning.

“Daemon,” she replied wryly. “He will work them hard I have no doubt.”

You made a sound of agreement but had parted from her, leaving the castle to go to the training yard.

Watching Daemon swing his sword as Jace did his best to dodge it was a sight to see. Luke’s grimace from the side of the training yard made you snigger under your breath.

You moved down the wooden stairs to go down into the training yard. The dirt that coated the hem of the dress you wore had no affect on you. You were used to mud and dirt more than the princes were.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” you quipped, hovering behind Luke’s shoulder. He nearly jumped at the noise. Clearly, he had not seen you. “And now you look like you’ve seen another one,” you added as he turned to look at you, his back to his stepfather and brother.

“You’re not funny,” he said. “And if you had to train with him you would be as nervous as I.”

“Lucerys!” Daemon shouted, still swinging that stupid sword. “Always keep your eyes on your opponent. Gives them less chance to attack you when your back isn’t to them.”

Your eyes were over Luke’s shoulder, watching Daemon with raised brows. Luke’s sigh was heaving but he still turned around, standing besides you as he watcher his brother and step father train.

“I could take him,” you uttered under your breath, nodding your head sagely. Luke looking at you with a disbelieving expression, like you were ridiculous did not phase you.

“Have you not heard of the Battle of the Stepstones? He has killed many people with that sword. It’s Visenya’s sword, Dark Sister. That’s made of Valyrian steel.”

He looked very serious and you probably shouldn’t have teased him further. “Reading history books lately, have you?” you asked, a smirk on your lips. “Where I’m from you don’t need Valyrian steel to gut a fish.”

He grimaced at the imagery. “Did my ears deceive me, or did the Queen’s handmaiden just call the King Consort a fish?” a voice asked behind you both.

Your head turned back first and you recognized him by the short silver hair. Or maybe it was the lilac eyes that showed how drunk he was. Briefly, you wondered what Daemon might say to you if he was told what you had been saying. “He’s not the fish I want to gut,” came your reply.

Not a well thought out one at that by the way Luke looked shocked and appalled. He went to whisper something in your ear, perhaps a warning, but you didn’t hear it before Daemon had spoken.

“Prince Aegon,” he greeted, though his words held no warmth or kindness. The way Aegon’s eyes flickered behind you where Daemon stood no doubt and showed some kind of fear had you pursing your lips. The sound of a sword crunching the dirt below was unmistakable. “Have you come to train?”

As Jace came to stand besides his brother you saw them hold in a snicker. It was an inside joke, something you didn’t know, but you stood still regardless.

Daemon approached, standing slightly off to the side where you caught a glimpe of him. “Is there not someplace else you should be? I thought you might be in Flea Bottom.”

The look in Aegon’s eyes were as vile as he was, you thought, but you felt relief when he turned and left the training yard.

“Come Lucerys,” said Daemon, voice borderlining on gleeful. You elected to ignore the curses he muttered under his breath.

‘The Gods can’t save you now brother,” Jace said with an equal amount of glee as Daemon had. He patted his brother’s shoulder, nudging him closer to Daemon who was already fixing his stance. “It’s all good fun, trust me!”

You snorted at that just as Luke turned his head to look at Jace in annoyance.

It was good fun to watch as Luke crambled away from the sword. He fell a couple times but always got back up and eventually he was able to avoid dark sister.

“You’re small, Lucerys,” you heard Daemon point out during a break between the sparring. He gestured to Luke’s smaller form with the sword.

“Thanks,” the younger prince muttered, not with appreciation.

“Use it to your advantage,” Daemon said with a smile. “You will grow and get stronger in time. But until that happens use your smaller form to evade your opponent. The bigger man can’t evade you like you can him.”

Your eyebrows scrunched up as you thought of his words. It was true enough. There had been tiems when you would fish with your father where you would duck into the water, grabbing the fish the spear could not pierce. While your father could not bend over the boat without falling in, you were smaller and could do just that.

The King Consort was as happy as could be when he was finished with sparring. He went the the weapons table and to your astonishment, took out a nice piece of cloth and cleaned his sword with meticulous care. Meanwhile, Luke came over to you and his brother out of breath.

“I am never training with Daemon again,” he said, putting his hands on his knees for emphasis.

“Sure you will,” Jace replied. “Same time tomorrow, brother.”

Jace hummed a happy tune under his breath as he walked away, but not before smiling at you. Now the two of you had an inside joke. One of Daemon calling Luke little over and over again before saying how that was a great thing.

“Don’t look like that, please,” he said, now standing upright. “That was the worst hour of my life.”

“You were not training with him for an hour,” you laughed. “One day you will enjoy it like Jace does.”

He shook his head, moving to return his sword and shield. You followed him. “I won’t,” he insisted. “Jace is better at this all than I am. He is a good prince and will make a good king but me? When have I ever done anything but make matters worse.”

Your face crumpled at his words. What of Lord Corlys and his words that going to Driftmark had raised his confidence for his inheritance?

“That’s not true,” you said, grabbing his arm as it placed the weapons down. “You’re a good person and will be an excellent Lord of the Tides. There is nothing you could ruin.”

You believed your words, he did not. “You don’t understand,” for the first time his words sounded heavy like you could not possibly understand the weight they held. His eyes closed so tightly like he was fighting something elusive. When he opened them again he spoke with finality. “I took his eye. I am why we left and went to Dragonstone. It is because of me our family is ruined. Mother and Jace cannot see it but I do.”

Your eyes softened as they gazed at him. “This is what’s been upsetting you, Luke?” you asked. His silence was answer enough. “You were a child then. You are not like him, you would not kill someone without reason.”

“He had a reason,” he insisted. “He said he wanted me to put out my eye—”

“As payment for yours, I know. You told me the night you remembered,” you sighed. “He is a person of hatred, you are not.”

“You’re just like her,” he said, not unkindly. “Mother told me that we do not choose our destinies. She did not believe me when I told her I’d just ruin everything. I don’t want to but no one can see—” he huffed a breath. “No one can see all I have done is ruin everything.”

He was upset and turned to leave with certain speed. Like Daemon said, if you were smaller you were quicker.

“Are you running away from me?” you asked, more loud than you intended. He was nearly across the training yard. No matter how much you cared for him, this was just rude. “Come back here!”

He only moved further and began walking up the steps to the castle. “Unbelieveable,” you said under your breath. You picked up your skirts and made your way up the stairs. “Lucerys! If you do not stop I swear I’ll—”

He had stopped on top of the overlook of the training yard. You were out of breath at the top of the stairs and he looked annoyed as he stood looking at you. “What?”

“What?” you repeated, mouth gaping. “What? What about you running from me? I am your friend and I do not care that you are my prince, you do not leave your friends behind!”

His pale cheeks heated up, dusting pink. “Sorry,” he muttered under his breath, not quite able to look at you. “I just— I didn’t want to talk about it.”

Your frustration dulled and your demanor softened. “We have lived different lives and I know I don’t understand everything. I don’t think I ever will, you know. I’ll always be a girl from a fishing village for most of the people in this court,” you said quietly.

“But I knew you when I thought you were a boy who had water in his lungs and washed up from shore. I sat my bed as you slept for days and I helped make the soup as we nursed you back to good health. You fished with my father and me, and you helped gut the fish even when it made you feel gross,” you laughed at the memory.

“But mostly, I know you, Luke. Really, truly know you. I know you’re good. I’ve seen it already and I know I will see more of it.”

He smiled at you and it was not the rehearsed and pretend one most people in the castle wore. “I see Aemond Targaryen for what he is, Luke,” you said, sounding more firm now, warmth evading your tone. “Maybe he was not always terrible but he is now. He tried to kill my friend and I will never forgive that. I won’t pretend this isn’t the truth.”

Luke looked over your shoulder slightly to the training yard below and gulped. Naturally, you look to see who was down there now and who could it be but the one you had been speaking of.

Aemond Targaryen wielded the sword as well as Daemon had, you thought as you looked down below. Daemon swung his sword like a warrior, clean and precise, but the kinslayer was fluid and his movements were like a dance. The knight you knew as Ser Criston Cole, swung at him but the silver haired prince evaded, turning his body to face the other side as the pair fought.

This was different than what Daemon had done with Jace and Luke, you realized. This was what they called sparring. They were two trained warriors and fought like it. Your friend’s nervousness around his uncle was not just because of the monstrous beast of his that had killed his own dragon and nearly himself, but because of the fighting skills he possessed.

The knight’s weapon was knocked from his hand and with a fond laugh, he yielded. The prince’s eye flickered up, looking at Luke for a fleeting moment, then at you. Like in the throne room you did not break eye contact, but it was hard to stare him down despite how much higher up you stood.

He was not the kind of person to cross. Luke knew this as did you now but still, your lips turned into a scowl, hating the look of him even more. You pulled Luke’s arm and walked into the castle, trying to suppress your anger and failing.

You had made your excuses easily enough about needing to change your dress from the mud. Once you were in your rooms, you quickly discarded the muddied dress and putting on another. It was a deep blue with billowing sleeves. You did not even care what it looked like as you hastily put it on.

The material was smooth as all silk was and should have felt lovely on your skin. Instead, you felt your skin itch as irritation rose within you.

A grunt escaped you and you made a very loud noise of frustration. You felt the desire to scream like a banshee but that was unseemly. Ser Erryk would be by your doors and then he would enter to ask if anything was wrong.

That rather made you want to scream more.

The castle felt like a maze most days and seeing his face had worsened your grief. The letters you family sent were brief and did not stop the ache in your chest. All you did now was try to not make the wrong move and do what a handmaiden must.

Queen Rhaenyra told you she just needed someone she could trust and you had no intention of betraying that trust. You would throw yourself out the window of your rooms before you betrayed the woman whose son you loved like a brother.

You paced as these thoughts invaded you and did not notice as someone entered.

“Lady Y/N?” a soft voice asked.

You felt frenzied but stopped pacing. Standing in the door was someone you knew by mentions of her only.

Dressed in a pale blue dress was Princess Helaena. Her lips moved to a kind smile on her face and you noticed that her eyes were a sharper purple than that of her brother Aegon. Yet they appeared much kinder.

“Princess,” you said hastily, now embarrassed with how you had been so outrageous in your anger. And over what? You were not sure you could answer that. “I apologize for—”

You never finished the words you were going to say before she waved you off, the motion of her hand as other worldly as she was. “Ser Cole told me I might find you in your rooms,” she replied brightly.

That had you confused. Ser Cole? You had not spoken to the man once. All you knew of was that your queen mistrusted him to the extent that her voice was harsh when he was brought up and refused to allow him to train her sons. There was the fact that he was Alicent Hightower’s personal guard.

Him knowing where you were troubled you a great deal.

“I asked mother where I might find you,” she said in the silence, voice still as bright as ever. “Ser Cole came to her new rooms after he sparred with Aemond. He informed me you would possibly be in your rooms before attending to our queen.”

If she noticed you stiffen at the name of her brother she did not show it. You did not trust Alicent Hightower and Aemond Targaryen nor did you trust this Ser Cole. You had little reason to. But the person in front of you did not seem unkind. Recalling Baela and Rhaena’s lack of animosity for Helaena, who they by all accounts felt sorry for, you forgot of who you could and couldn’t trust for a moment.

“Why did you want to see me?” you clasped your hands in front of yourself, trying to look dignified. Anything to ignore that she did not see you raving like a mad woman earlier.

She beamed, clasping her hands and brought them in front of her chest like they needed to be close to her heart. “I saw Queen Rhaenyra’s braids the other day. They were so beautiful,” she told you with sincerity. “I know you are very busy but I had desperately hoped that you might braid mine like that. Or perhaps show my handmaiden so she could braid it like that!”

She had a dreamy look in her eyes and you smiled softly. Rhaenyra had called Helaena her sweet sister and you understand why now.

“I can braid your hair like I did for the Queen right now if you’d like,” you offered. Her eyes were on your again and she looked very happy indeed. You gestured to the chair in front of your dresser. “Tomorrow I will see you in the morning after I tend to the Queen and can show your handmaiden how to braid like this.”

In a flash, Helaena had sat at the seat in front of your dresser. You unraveled the braid that went around her head and began to replicate the braids you had done on the queen yesterday.

Helaena looked at you through the mirror she sat in front of. “Mother said Aegon came to the training yard when you were with the Princes,” she said. Looking in the mirror you saw the frown tugging at her lips. “I am sorry if he was unkind.”

Nothing to say came to mind. She seemed genuine and you pitied her a little after meeting Aegon. “Don't feel guilty over what other people do Princess,” you told her with a reassuring smile. “And if he was unkind, I was harsher to him, I promise.”

Her eyes widened. “No one is ever harsher to Aegon than he is to others,” she admitted. Her eyes drifted away from your reflection in the mirror. “Sometimes Aemond is,” she added, the words meant for herself only and not your ears. Her gaze found yours in the mirror again. “You are so different from the other ladies in the court.”

If someone else had said those words you would have suspected an insult at your low birth and rise in station, but there was something kind about her. It was a great difficulty to begrudge her; Maybe this was why a warm smile was directed her way instead.

“Different can be a good thing. What is odd to one person is beloved by another,” you said, half aware you were trying to sound wise. It was unlike you as brash as you tended to be. Always tell it like it is were your father’s words. But you wanted to be kind and gentle to this person for some unknown reason. There was something about her that led you to believe people were not always so understanding of her.

She smiled brightly at your words, no longer looking so worried about the actions of others. “My husband always says I am strange,” she admitted with haste, leaning in the chair like you were an old friend she could speak anything to. “Mother thinks it but does not say it. Aemond is the only one who does not treat me so differently.”

Again, the mention of her brother, the one who had try to kill your friend loomed heavy over the conversation for you. Pushing the thought of him down you only hummed and continued braiding. She did not seem to even notice that as it were. “Where are you from?” she asked curiously.

“I hail from the Stormlands,” you told her with a smile, tying a braid with a metal clasp.

“I have never been,” she admitted, “but I have been to Driftmark. It was many years ago but it was so cold and windy. Such a frightsome visit.” She trembled like the memory still haunted her.

“I have never been to Driftmark, but I have been to Dragonstone. The two places are near to each other and I will say that weather there was peculiar.” It was true, the weather during your time there made no sense. The mist was always present and the shore was windy. You always thought it was just the stormy nature of your homelands that made you dislike it so.

She nodded though you could tell she was really on half listening to you now. “Mother said you are lowborn.” The words are not accusatory but factual with a curious cadence to them.

“That is true, Princess,” you smiled. “I come from a fishing village. My father is a fisherman himself.”

Helaena hesitated. “She said you care for my sister’s son, Lucerys.”

“I do,” you quietly admitting, nearly finishing her braids. “He is a dear friend.” That was putting it lightly, of course. Dear friends do not travel to return their friends to their families nor do they abandon their previous life to help their friend along with their family. He is a brother and dear friend you should have said.

“Is it true that you saved him?” Her chin tilted downward as he leaned toward the mirror slightly.

Yes, you suppose that is what you did. The memory of him lifeless in the water was not one easily forgotten. The pleased smile slipped from your face and you stared off into the wall remembering it all. When you looked back at her she seemed to understand this was a sensitive topic. Her mouth had opened in an apology, of that you were certain, but you beat her to it.

“I did,” you smiled through the tightening of your throat. You did not appreciate the way this hid nothing of the painful memories. You wanted to say more but you could not find it in your heart to do so. Running a cursory hand down his braided hair, you smiled at her tightly this time. “I’ll come to your rooms tomorrow, Princess, so that I can show your handmaiden how to do these braids.”

The gratitude was plainly seen in her face but there was a glint of remorse as she left the room. Maybe it was her pleasant nature that made you hope it was the sadness in your eyes and not her knowledge of what her brother had done. It was obvious that she cared for the one you loathed. All that did was make you wonder if this Alicent Hightower was horrible like Daemon seemed to believe, or if the former queen was once as good as her daughter was?

“You seem… frazzled, my lady,” Ser Erryk said to you with hesitation when you entered the corridor. “Was it the princess?”

You huffed in indignation. “Certainly not her,” you replied as you left the Queen’s rooms behind, “but her family makes me worried for a great many things. Did you know that the usurper came to the training yards this morning? He did not want to train but his presence sets the slightest peace into some kind of battlefield.” You were being dramatic. You knew that and Ser Erryk seemed to know it too by the poorly hidden laugh.

“You dislike Prince Aegon, then?” he asked as you walked besides each other.

“Does anyone actually like him?” your question was snide as you asked it quietly. “From all accounts he is either drunk, hungover or with a woman that is not his wife at all times.”

“You paint a kinder portrait of him than is true,” Ser Erryk said with a tinge of bitterness. At that moment a man that looked very much like Ser Erryk passed you both. The look of animosity and perhaps regret briefly shared was the only acknowledgment before the other kingsguard kept on walking in the opposite direction.  

“Is that your twin brother, then?” you asked, looking at the retreating form. “Have you—”

“No,” he refuted stiffly, continuing to walk onwards.

“But i didn’t even finish my sentence!” you caught up with him. You would have laughed if you did not only know half of the circumstances of your guard and his brother that sided with the usurper.

“You did not need to, my lady,” he told you with a smile. Your face was shocked but he laughed freely this time, forgetting the circumstances of the past and who he had just walked by. Maybe that was a story for another day. “You are predictable. You were going to ask me if I had talked to him.”

“Have you?” you pressed before you pulled a very unladylike face. “I am not predictable, Ser Erryk.”

“A question for another time,” he answered you and warmly said, “and you are predictable, but it is not such a terrible thing. Most honorable people are. So few exist in the Keep that you stick out for your honor.”

You were stunned into silence. You had been called many things before — impudent and stubborn to name a few. But honor? Well that was new. Perhaps it was because everyone where you grew up had honor with no one to teach tell how to lie.

Your head snapped to him. Upon seeing the smile still on his face and how it lifted up his bearded cheeks you rolled your eyes. “Flattery will get you nowhere, Ser.”

“I disagree, my lady,” he said with a broader smile. “It got you to be quiet for a moment, didn’t it?”

Ever the true daughter of a fisherman first and a lady second, you laugh came out in a bark just outside the main hall in the castle where many moved about. His next words did not disquiet you.

“With a laugh like that you could be a Baratheon,” he quipped, so different from the man who had glared at you on Dragonstone many moons ago. “And I thought the Lord of Storm’s End was a frightsome sight.”

You could not help as you laughed loudly again, nearly doubling over. It was a stupid jape, one you had enjoyed. For the first time you had felt at ease in the Red Keep. Regaining yourself only barely you had kept a carefree grin on your lips as you moved to go towards the thorne room where the Queen would await you.

For a fleeting moment you caught sight of Lord Corlys. He was shockingly near Aemond Targaryen and Otto Hightower who appeared to be arguing but you truly had not noticed where they stood near the entrance to the royal gardens.

“Lord Corlys,” you greeted with a smile. Ser Erryk remained a few paces behind as was customary. The Hand of the Queen had only entered from the gardens with his ladywife. “And Princess Rhaenys. I am glad to see you both again.”

The words were true. While Princess Rhaenys had hardly interacted with you on Dragonstone past acknowledgement but you had a certain respect for her.

“My lady,” she said lowly, appearing to be vaguely uninterested. It did not deter you. She had only ever been truly content when near her granddaughters you had realized. “How is our Queen?”

“Busy as ever,” you smiled, clasping your hands in front of yourself. “I was only just going to the throne room to see her now, but I wanted to stop and say hello.”

Her eyebrows raised at your words and you thought that maybe she didn’t dislike you nor did you disinterest her. Perhaps it was what Ser Erryk had said; Your honor was different to the lies and performances the people in the Keep were used to. You secretly hoped she knew you were honest in that you were glad of her presence.

“You are?” she asked, bemused.

The Queen trusted her, that much your eyes could see. Baela and Rhaena, whom you held in the highest regard. “The Queen will be glad of your presence,” is what you said instead, a smile lifting your lips.

She hummed. “Will she?” Her tone betrayed nothing and you merely gave her a polite nod.

“Of that much I am certain. I believe it is natural for someone to look to the elders in their life for guidance, even queens,” you said, not feeling as bold as your words were. The two pairs of eyes you marked as foes, one dressed in green and another all in black leather, were on your form upon hearing your words. You didn’t notice. “At least, that is along the lines of something my father used to tell me when I tested his patience too much as a girl.”

Your amendment must have reduced her reservations as she smiled more knowingly. She shared a look with her husband that was something you couldn’t understand; It was a look that only the knowledge of two shared lives could understand.

“My mother was a Baratheon. I remember when I was young she told me of those waters in the Stormlands, brutal and unforgiving as they were. My cousin Boremund always did say that it takes a certain kind of man to fish in those waters.”

You hummed knowingly, a wry smile on your lips. “My father is a rare man, Princess, so I suppose your kin know their people well.”

This seemed to bring some pride to her as she pushed her shoulders back. The content and prideful look on the Lord and Princess’s face was fleeting, though.

Otto Hightower have taken a few steps but even as the man you loathed most, the kinslayer, grabbed his arm, the old man moved forward. Draped in dark green clothes, even you did not need an introduction.

“My lady,” he said to you, pretending to be something of a gentleman. It was in stark contrast to how he blindly swung his arm behind him at the kinslayer who attempted to grab his arm again. “It is a pleasure to meet you at last.”

His words were honeyed but poorly executed. It would have amused you if it was not so poorly timed. The old man floundered for words and you could only assume it was something clever. Your eyes flickered over his shoulder and saw Aemond Targaryen clench his jaw as he glared at Otto Hightower.

You looked at Lord Corlys for a moment, at a loss of what to say or do. He seemed less clueless than you were when he looked at Otto with trepidation. “Otto,” Lord Corlys cooly greeted while Princess Rhaenys eyes were just as cool. There was a history there even you did not know. “What is it you want?”

The man in dark green seemed displeased at Lord Corlys interruption and smiled stiffly, though it was more a barring of teeth than anything else. Ignoring the Hand of the Queen, he turned his gaze to you. “I was hoping you might ask the Queen for an audience.”

Lord Corlys laughed unamused. Now Otto clenched his jaw, unappreciative at the sound. “I have asked tirelessly for an audience to no avail.”

“What is so urgent that you need to see Queen Rhaenyra?” you regretted the words as soon as you voiced them.

He was eager and nearly pleased at your words. “I desire to return to Oldtown to see my brother.”

Oh, now you understood. Why he thought you were the person to go to ask this favor was beyond you. There was no way for him to know that you advised the Queen to keep him in the castle with no real power instead of the Wall or death. “The Hand of the Queen is right here, perhaps it is him you should ask,” you told him stiffly. “I am the Queen’s handmaiden unless you’ve forgotten.”

He opened his mouth to say something else and you rolled your eyes. All those times Daemon said something wicked about Otto Hightower and now you were beginning to understand why. Did he know no limits?

Again, Aemond Targaryen was still there and this time he grabbed Otto’s elbow, more harshly than was necessary to your eyes. Pulling the man back only slightly, your eyes widened at the force of it as Aemond Targaryen whispered some harshly in his ear that had Otto retreating. What he said you did not know. Without saying a word Otto had left, spinning of his foot and rather angrily walking up the stairs that would no doubt bring him to his daughter’s rooms.

“Apologies for my grandsire, Lord Corlys,” he said lowly, moving his hands behind his back. “I told him there was a time and a place for these things but he neglects my advice.”

Your eyes scrutinized him as he addressed Lord Corlys who nodded in reply. “I would speak to the Queen on this matter, but I believe we are of the mind that Otto Hightower has already been offered the most generous terms.”

Aemond Targaryen hummed and you found the noise intolerable. Even more intolerable than his cordial words. Who did he think he was? “Lady Alicent is more than grateful for Queen Rhaenyra’s terms,” he said to Lord Corlys. “My grandsire has difficulty realizing these terms are not something he can bend to his will.”

Lord Corlys nodded in agreement. “The Queen will in all likelihood not allow him to go anywhere except the walls of the Keep, but she may be persuaded for his nephew, the new Lord Hightower, to visit the Keep,” he said, turning his eyes to you. You did not enjoy the silent words he was saying to you. If he thought you would advocate for something that man wished for and his kinslaying grandson he was wrong. “Would you agree, my lady?”

“The Queen can make up her mind on her own for this matter,” you replied stiffly jerking your head to look at Aemond Targaryen. To your dismay he was scrutinizing you just as you had done to him. Your whipped your head to look back at Lord Corlys, feeling agitated and rash again. “If her Grace would prefer to give favors to the man who has undermined her for two decades and her kinslaying half-brother, then that is her choice. What can a handmaiden advise to that?”

You might have heard Lord Corlys curse under his breath as he lowered his head in defeat or acknowledged Princess Rhaenys head tilting to the side in amusement if you were not so zoned in on his reaction. Aemond Targaryen had the gall to look amused too. You had blindly hoped that your words would throw him off but to no avail.

“Would you like to repeat that, my lady?”

Your jaw clenched at the mockery of your title. When everyone else said it you could swear there was respect in it but with him? You knew mockery when you heard it. “Have you lost your hearing as well as an eye?”

His jaw clenched. Ah, there it is, you thought. Good, show everyone who you are, you silently said, raising your eyebrows at him. His eye was heavy on your face, daring you to say more. If it pleased him.

“A loss of your tongue as well?” you clicked your tongue. “A pity to be sure.”

His hand ghosted over the sword attached to his belt and your eyes flickered down to it before smiling at him with an equal chill. The kinslayer did not take insults lightly it would seem. “Is such a small slight worthy of you drawing your sword, my prince?” your smile broadened and yet warmth was still amiss. His title from your lips was not a compliment nor one of respect, but a mirror of his mockery of your title. “And here I thought you only enjoyed killing those far above the skies to fall to their likely deaths. How lovely it is to be wrong.”

His eye was only more furious at your words as his eye darted across your face. Smirking, you turned slightly to face Lord Corlys and the Princess again. “My Lord Hand, Princess. Always a pleasure,” you nodded out of respect. If Rhaenys was bemused moments ago perhaps this was true amusement. You glanced at Aemond Targaryen again. “Kinslayer.”

You left for the throne room, you silk skirts moving around at your fast pace. Ser Erryk trailed behind you, quiet for the first time all day. You felt many eyes on your back but you believed the one eye was heavier than most.

“I do not think that was wise, my lady,” Ser Erryk spoke as you moved into a corridor, nearly at the throne room.

“No, it was not,” you agreed, a satisfied smile on your face. “But it did feel good to do so.”

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Knight in Shining Armor Chapter 3

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When you heard a knock on the door the next day, a day when the shop was closed, your heart leapt. Was it Link again? Master Shido had told you that he was most likely going to be gone for a fortnight at the earliest, so you knew it wasn’t him.

You intentionally ignored the butterflies in your stomach as you jumped out of bed and rushed down to answer the door. Before opening it, you paused and took a second to fix your hair and straighten out your rumpled clothes. 

What am I doing? Stop being ridiculous. 

Taking a deep breath, you opened the door and prepared to say hello to your friend. 

“Hello, beautiful.” 

Your face faltered, the smile on your lips dropping as you looked up at Elis. He was holding a beautiful bouquet of flowers, but for some reason it didn’t excite you as much as it might have had previously. Instead, the feelings of anger and sadness began to build up once more. 

He didn’t even wait for you to invite him in before he stepped inside, slightly pushing you out of the way as he did so. “I wanted to come see you and apologize for missing last night.” 

You turned back to him after closing the door, an unamused look on your face. “You could have at least given me a heads up before I sat at Telma’s for two hours looking like an absolute idiot. Again.” 

He gave you a guilty smile. “I’m sorry, honey pie. Something came up with my father’s job and he needed my help to get it all sorted out. I couldn’t get away to come find you.” 

You raised your eyebrow, secretly questioning the validity of his story. That isn’t the first time he’s come up with almost that exact excuse. 

“Your father has been having quite a lot of problems lately, it seems. Hopefully everything is okay with his business.” You sounded a bit more snarky than you intended, but you couldn’t help it. 

“Well anyways!” He waved his hand in the air, clearly trying to move on from the topic, “I wanted to take you out. I thought maybe we could have lunch by the river today.” He wiggled his eyebrows, clearly trying to entice you with his offer. 

You chewed on your bottom lip, considering his offer. He had apologized, brought flowers, and was trying to make it up to you. Being angry was exhausting. So even though you weren’t feeling completely won over, you decided that it was easier to just move on. Giving him a half-hearted smile, you nodded. “Yeah, okay. That sounds nice.” 

“Great! It’s a beautiful day out, perfect for a picnic.” He did seem genuinely excited, which made the dark cloud surrounding your heart lift ever-so-slightly. 

You eyed his empty hands. “Did you already set it up? Is the food there waiting for us?” 

He laughed nervously and rubbed the back of his neck. “Well, about that.. I don’t have any money at the moment, so I wasn’t able to get any food on my way here. Got anything good?” Before you could even answer, he headed up the stairs, the floorboards creaking as he made his way into the kitchen. You sighed and followed him. 

When you walked in, he was already raiding the cupboards. You walked him next to him, and looked up suspiciously. 

“Your dad didn’t pay you for your help yesterday?” 

“Hm? What help?” He said absentmindedly, not even pausing his rummaging to look at you. 

You crossed your arms. “The work. Yesterday. Why you stood me up.” 

That seemed to set off a bell in his head, and he immediately froze for a moment before turning to you. “No, he didn’t pay me. Downside of being his son, I guess. Free labor is cheap labor!” 

You couldn’t help but feel like there was something he wasn’t telling you. But you didn’t have the energy to press for more information, so you reluctantly accepted his explanation. 

The feeling only persisted though as you walked through Castle Town, a basket of sandwiches (that you made) ready to go. You couldn’t help but notice that Elis kept glancing around, almost nervously, as if he were on the lookout for someone. At one point, he even insisted that you not stop at a fruit stall to pick up some enticing looking apples. When you expressed your annoyance, he had only given you a sheepish smile and said that he was “just so hungry!” 

He didn’t seem to relax until you reached the river, where he led you to a cozy spot right on the bank… that was conveniently hidden away from the rest of the world by a row of thick bushes and trees. 

“Okay, what’s the deal?” You asked, unable to hold it back any longer. He looked up from where he was sitting on the ground, busy grabbing a sandwich from the basket. 

“What do you mean?” 

You crossed your arms and huffed. “Are you ashamed to be seen with me or something? You refuse to let me stop, you keep looking over your shoulder every few seconds, and the only living creatures who can see us in this spot are the fish. Why are you acting like this?” You were so angry at yourself when your voice cracked on the last word, and your eyes began to fill with tears. 

Panicking, Elis jumped up and took your hands in his. “No, no, no. Honey pie. Absolutely not!” 

You glared at him through your tears, and he seemed flustered as he continued. “The truth is… my father and I had to make some tough decisions to deal with the problem yesterday, and in the process we made quite a few people angry. I’m just.. being careful.” 

Immediately, you stood up straight and your eyes widened. “Do you think people would try to hurt you?” 

He sighed and shrugged, shaking his head slowly. “Possibly, honey pie. But that’s the way that it is I guess. But don’t worry,” his face changed and he beamed down at you, “I would never let them stop me from spending time with you.” To emphasize his point, he poked you gently on the tip of your nose. 

Your anger and suspicion melted away into a feeling of guilt. You had been so quick to think the worst about him and what he had been doing. Sure, he stood you up but it sounded like he had a good reason and it wasn’t fair to hold that against him. 

You gave him a smile, a genuine one this time, and let him guide you down to the ground where the food was waiting. You pushed any negative feelings you were still having out of your head, and attempted to forgive and forget. 

The lunch went a lot better than you were expecting. Elis dropped all of the weird behavior, and you felt like he was actually going above and beyond to be affectionate and make you feel loved. The two of you spent a good chunk of the afternoon lounging by the calm river, telling stories and enjoying the feeling of the sun on your skin. 

Eventually, it was time to head back to town. As you approached the bridge leading to the entrance of Castle Town, you felt significantly more content and comfortable than you had on the way out. So much so, that you decided to reach out and grab Elis’ hand. He jumped, surprised at the contact, and pulled his hand away quickly. 

You tried not to look as hurt as you felt, and you immediately felt that suspicion flood back into your gut. He gave you a sheepish smile. 

“Sorry, honey pie. My hands are super sweaty right now.” 

You narrowed your eyes and opened your mouth to say something, but the sound of loud hoof beats drew your attention away. Looking over your shoulder at the entrance of the city, you watched as a small party of soldiers dressed in their armor rode atop powerful horses and out of Castle Town. 

What immediately caught your eye, however, was the flash of familiar blonde hair towards the front of the group. Even from a distance, piercing blue eyes seemed to immediately meet yours, and before you realized what you were doing, you were sprinting towards the commotion. He seemed to understand what you were doing and, after shouting something to the soldiers around him who nodded and kept riding, Link peeled away from the group and began making his way over to you. 

It only took a few moments for him to meet you, and you watched in awe as he gracefully slid off his horse in a fluid motion that made it look way too easy. You rushed up to him, but noticed that his eyes were not focused on you. Rather, they were staring hard at something behind you. Looking over your shoulder, you saw Elis walking up, looking equally as unamused. 

You turned back to Link, and his eyes dragged away from the man behind you and back to your face. 

“What’s going on? Has something happened?” Lately it wasn’t often that Link was out running business that didn’t have to do with the Princess. He was in the Royal Guard after all, so his job was mostly confined to doing.. Royal Guard things. 

Link ran a hand through his hair, which he hadn’t bothered to tie up so it fell messy and windswept around his face. 

“Someone reported a group of monsters wandering around the north of Faron Province.” After seeing the look of fear that filled your face, he held out his hands in reassurance. “Not the ones like before. Just some Bokoblins.” 

That eased your anxiety, but not by much. “But still - monsters? It’s been awhile since anyone has seen any as far as I know. They mostly stay confined to the forest, right? Why are they appearing now?” 

“I’m not sure. That’s why I’m joining the crew dispatched to take care of them. I want to do some investigating and see if anything unusual is going on, or if these ones just happened to stray too far from home.”

You felt Elis’ presence as he caught up to you and took a place by your side. “Is Hyrule’s favorite pretty boy off to save us once again?” His voice was anything but friendly. You whipped your head over to glare at him before turning back to your friend and giving him an apologetic look. Link chose to ignore the snide comment, but you could see the muscles in his jaw flexing as he clenched his teeth together in what you could only assume was annoyance. 

“Anyways,” he was straining to keep his tone calm and neutral, “I recommend heading back to the city. Nothing has been reported in this area, but the guards are going to close the gates this evening just to be careful. Once I get back and can report my findings, we’ll go from there.” 

“Oh boy, whatever would we do without you, Sir Link?” The sarcasm was dripping from Elis’ voice. You whipped your head over again, completely thrown off by how he was acting. Why was he being so nasty? 

Link said nothing, but this time stared the other man down with a look that had faced monsters more powerful than anything you could ever imagine. You shuddered, thinking that Elis could not be comfortable being on the receiving end of such a glare. And you could tell you were at least partially correct, if the nervous shifting happening next to you was any indicator. 

He tore his glare away from Elis and glanced over his shoulder. “I need to head out.” The look he gave you when his gaze once again met yours was much softer. “Promise me you’ll head back home?” 

Your mind immediately flashed back to the night before. 

“Please just think about what I said.” 

“Promise?” 

His eyes were filled with the same intensity as they had been then, making your heart flutter. Thinking about the previous also brought back the memory of his hand gently brushing the back of your neck, and the feeling of his arms wrapped tightly around you. 

You suddenly realized that Link was so concerned about your safety, but the safest place you’ve ever felt was with him. And he would be going right into the danger. 

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. We promise.” Elis’ snarky voice brought you out of your thoughts. You didn’t even have time to reply to Link before he nodded firmly and turned around. 

Before he could take a step, you reached out and grabbed his wrist. He paused and looked over his shoulder at you. 

“Be safe, please?” 

It wasn’t supposed to be a question, but you were suddenly so filled with worry that your voice squeaked slightly and made it sound like one. 

You knew it was silly. He was the Hero of Hyrule for crying out loud. He had faced dangers a hundred times more powerful than a group of Bokoblins. But you couldn’t help the anxiety that was gnawing at your stomach as you thought about him rushing off to take care of them. 

A boyish grin lit up Link’s face and he almost laughed. “Of course. Always am.” 

But the worry didn’t disappear from your face. It was almost frustrating how concerned he had been for your safety, but when it came to his own, he was so nonchalant.

“Promise?” 

It was your turn to ask, and there seemed to be something powerful about that one word. Something unspoken between you and the hero before you. He seemed to feel it too, and his grin slowly faded. His expression softened, and his eyes widened. His lips parted slightly, and you could swear that his cheeks turned the slightest shade of pink - but that could have been just a trick of the light. 

“I promise.” His voice was soft, but reassuring. You could tell that he was being honest and that he took your concern seriously. 

“Good.” You gave his wrist a gentle squeeze, and then dropped it. He held your gaze silently for just a few moments longer, his expression unreadable, before he turned quickly and mounted his horse almost as fluidly as he had dismounted. 

He gave you one last soft smile, and nodded his head in goodbye. You waved as he clicked his tongue loudly, digging his heels into the horse. There was a loud snort and it reacted almost immediately, taking off in a slow trot that Link quickly escalated into a canter, and then a gallop. You watched as he rode off, and continued to watch until he became just a small speck in the distance. 

A scoff behind you got your attention. You turned around and faced a very unhappy looking Elis. 

“What the fuck was all that?” His tone was accusatory and rude. You immediately went on the defense. 

“What?” 

“You may as well have just stripped right here and offered yourself up to fuck him.”

Your jaw dropped, completely surprised. Anger boiled inside of you, and your face turned red with emotion. “Where do you find it?” 

“Find what?” He sounded fed up. 

“The audacity!” You threw your hands up in the air, unable to keep your voice calm. 

He rolled his eyes. “Oh please. Where do I find the audacity? You’re the one over here practically throwing yourself at another man while your boyfriend stands back and watches.” 

“He is my friend and I care about him. Excuse me for being a decent person?” 

He put his hands up to his face and widened his eyes in a dramatic display of worry. When he spoke, his voice was high pitched and fake. He was obviously mocking you. “Oh Link, promise me you’ll be safe! Then when you get back please come find me and I can spend the night riding your co-”

You refused to listen any longer. You turned and started walking as fast as you could towards the Castle Town entrance. You needed to get away from Elis before you said something you would regret. Though you didn’t think there were a lot of things you would regret saying right now. 

“Where are you going?” He shouted after you. You just ignored him and kept going, trying to put as much distance between the two of you as possible. 

“Whatever. Have fun whoring around!” 

That did it. You spun around, shaking from the anger. His temper was nothing new to you, and he never worked to hide his dislike of Link. But this was too much. He had never resorted to such filthy name-calling before. 

“Why are you like this? I do nothing wrong and in turn all I get is being treated like dirt!” 

His laugh was short and cruel. “Treat you like dirt? Yeah, okay. We both know I’m the best someone like you is ever going to get.” 

It was something that you had thought to yourself plenty of times, but hearing him say it out loud - and hearing him use it as something to hold over your head - really cut deep. You had no control over the sudden sob that wracked your body, the tears following suit. With nothing else left to say, you turned back around and ran the rest of the way to Castle Town. 

Elis did not call out or follow you. 

You spent the rest of the day cocooned in your bed, the curtains pulled shut and the blanket wrapped tight around you. You cried until you felt like there was no way you could possibly produce any more tears, and then you cried some more. 

You couldn’t understand why Elis had to be so nasty to you. There was nothing wrong with showing concern for your close friend that was going to be riding right into danger for the first time in who knows how long. Yes he was a hero, but it had been a moment since he had to do any real fighting. What if he had gotten rusty? 

You would feel the same way if Elis was the one going to fight monsters. Right? Wouldn’t you? 

It was even more frustrating that his behavior had gotten so bad after what had been objectively a pretty good day. Considering the fact that he was supposed to be making up for standing you up the night before. 

It just felt like that, with Elis, it was always one step forward, and two steps back. For every good day you had with him, there were two bad ones where his attitude ruined it. You would say something wrong without even realizing it, and next thing you knew you would be getting lectured about how inconsiderate you are. 

Is this how it was supposed to be? Is this what love was supposed to be like? 

Deep down, you knew that it was not. You knew that love did not look like not following through on your promises. Not following through on your commitments. Not taking the time to talk through your emotions instead of just blowing up. Not caring about the way your actions made them feel. 

No, that wasn’t love. Maybe, you realized with a pang of sadness, that you had no idea what love was supposed to feel like after all. 

But if you had to guess, you would think that love is much different. That it was bringing them food after they’ve had a long day. Making sure they’re taking care of themselves instead of running themselves down taking care of others. Cheering them up when they’re feeling sad. Making them laugh effortlessly. Genuinely worrying about their happiness and doing whatever it takes to make them feel it. 

But Elis was right. He was the best you could hope to get. You knew it was true, but it still hurt to accept. Did Elis love you? Would he ever love you? 

All the while, Link’s words from the previous night kept floating around the back of your head like a persistent mosquito that kept coming back no matter how many times you swatted it away. 

“You need to realize that you are also deserving. To accept anything less would just be cheating yourself. 

You shook your head. “You’re wrong,” you whispered out loud to yourself. “I’m not deserving.” 

There was a sudden pounding on your door, and you nearly levitated off of the bed with fright. The pounding was loud and persistent. You nearly got up to go answer the door, but then remembered the monsters that Link was currently out fighting. Were there more? Was it them pounding on the door? Monsters didn’t typically knock before entering but hey - there was a first for everything. 

But soon, a voice accompanied the thuds. The fear was immediately replaced by annoyance. 

“Please, I’m sorry!” 

You got out of bed and walked carefully to the edge of the stairs. You knew that there was no way he’d be able to hear the creaking of the floorboards, but you wanted to stay silent regardless. 

“Honey pie, I didn’t mean what I said. I was just angry! You know how I get when you make me angry, I can’t help it! Please, let me in. Can we talk?” 

Despite your anger, you felt conflicted. Part of you wanted to scream at him to leave you alone, and the other part wanted to open the door. Because surely he had a good explanation for his behavior. 

But before you could make your decision, he made it for you. 

“Alright. Whatever. I don’t give a fuck.” 

And then silence. 

Your heart beating quickly, you crept downstairs, careful to stay in the shadows in case anyone was looking through the window. You pressed your ear up to the door but were met with silence. He was gone. 

Letting out a shaky sigh, you pressed your back up to the door and slid down, resting your head against the hard wood. 

Why was this all happening? It felt like everything in your life was just constantly fighting you. Happiness seemed to be just outside your reach, taunting you but never making its way into your waiting hands. 

You sat there for so long your butt became numb. But you couldn’t find the energy to get up and move back upstairs. So the floor it was. 

But despite the emotional exhaustion you felt, your mind still raced a million miles a minute. Some of it was about your relationship and the behavior of Elis, but as the night continued and you heard the loud bell from the clocktower signaling the shutting of the city gates for the night (something that hadn’t happened since Link had gotten rid of most of the monsters and pushed the rest back into the woods), you found yourself becoming increasingly worried for your friend outside. 

Faron Province wasn’t too far of a ride from Castle Town, so if all went well, Link and his team had no reason to be gone for too long. And you weren’t sure how you would know when he returned, but the stress of not knowing was starting to eat you up. You finally stood up and began to pace the shop, the worst scenarios running through your head. 

Another hour ticked by, and you felt so overwhelmed that you knew you needed to leave. A walk would help clear your head, so you decided to pay Telma a visit. Surely her bar was nice and crowded right now, with the residents of Castle Town being cooped up in the city for the night. 

The cool night air was a welcome feeling on your heated face. It seemed to help your mind slow down and clear up, and you no longer felt like you were going to crawl out of your own skin with anxiety and worry. 

You were halfway to Telma’s when you heard something that instantly made you freeze. 

“I know, baby. I’m sorry.” 

You knew that voice. That was Elis’ voice. 

It was coming from around the corner, down a small alleyway, where the speaker was hidden from view. You used this to your advantage and crept up as close as you could without revealing yourself to listen. 

“You promised you were going to take me out today.” A girl’s voice whined. One that you didn’t recognize.

“I know, I know. Something came up today with my father’s work this morning and I had to help him out.” 

You swore that your heart actually stopped in your chest. That sounded way too familiar. 

”But I missed you.” 

“I missed you too. But I’m here now.” 

Your mind began swimming, the blood rushing in your ears loudly as you realized what was going - he was cheating on you. 

That fucker. That absolute ass. 

“You know I love you baby.” 

“Yeah, I know..” 

“Let me make it up to you somehow.” 

There was a soft giggle, followed by soft smacking noises that sounded too similar to lips pressing up against each other. You waited until you heard the first soft moan before you couldn’t take it anymore and walked out from your hiding spot. 

His back was turned to you, not that he would have seen you anyways with his face buried in her neck. The girl’s head was thrown back, her eyes closed but pleasure written all over her face. He had her pushed up against the wall, and one of her legs was hoisted up around his waist. Her hands gripped his hair tightly, holding him in place as he kissed up and down her neck. 

The sight made you feel nauseous and part of you worried that you were going to throw up right there. But you held strong, and managed to stand tall. 

You cleared your throat, and the girl’s eyes opened. Right away her eyes widened and she immediately pushed an unaware Elis off of her as quickly as she could. 

“Baby, what’s wrong? Why-” He followed her point in your direction, and spun around. His eyes met yours, and it was almost funny how you could see the color absolutely drain from his face. 

You ignored him though, and looked at the girl. “Just so you know, he was with me today. We were at the river having a romantic picnic on the shore. It’s funny though,” and you tapped your chin for dramatic effect, looking back at Elis, “you told me today that the reason you stood me up last night was because something came up with your father and you had to help him out.. Geez, he really does seem to be having a lot of problems lately, doesn’t he?” 

The girl’s mouth opened slightly, a look of anger flashing on her face. Whether it was geared towards you or Elis, you weren’t sure. But you quickly learned as she took a step towards you and put her hands on her hips. 

“I’m sorry, who are you?” Her voice was snarky and rude, and she sounded anything but sorry. You tried to remind yourself that maybe she had no idea that he was in a relationship, so of course a random girl trying to cause a scene could look bad. 

“I’m his girlfriend. We’ve been dating for almost a year now.” As you said that, reality seemed to smack her in the face. Her hands dropped from her hips, and she looked almost lost as she turned back to Elis, who was standing there frozen, like he had no idea how to handle the situation unfolding before him. 

“Let me take a wild guess - last night you were with her, not your father.” 

He didn’t answer, because the girl answered for him. “Yeah.. he was with me all day yesterday.” 

Hearing it - the truth - stung. It probably hurt worse than watching him kiss her. You weren’t sure what to say, and tears began to well up in your eyes as you nodded your head slowly. 

“Look, I can explain.” Elis took a step towards you, his arm out. You stepped back quickly, a look of disgust on your face. 

“I don’t want to hear it,” you scoffed. “You’ve yelled at me so many times, accused me of cheating so many times. You called me a whore just today! And this whole time I have been nothing but faithful to you. I should have known you were just projecting your own shitty behavior onto me.” 

He shook his head, his eyes looking pleading and desperate. “I’m sorry, honey pie. I swear I never meant for anything to happen. It just hurt me so bad to see how much you care about that stupid hero.” 

“Link? Don’t bring him into this! He has absolutely nothing to do with this.” 

Elis’ panicked look dropped then, turning into a cool, almost cruel, look. You were almost taken aback at how quickly his expression changed. “Really? Nothing to do with this? He’s the whole reason any of this happened in the first place. This is his fault, and yours.” 

You couldn’t believe it. He was cheating, and trying to blame you for it? “I.. what?”

“I knew it was only a matter of time until he finally managed to convince you to sleep with him. He walks around, toting himself as some big, mighty hero, used to getting whatever it is that he asks for.” 

A new wave of anger washed over you, now feeling incredibly protective of your friend. “You know nothing about him,” you sneered. Elis rolled his eyes.

“Oh please. He’s a guy. And he’s a guy with fame and fortune. We’re all the same.”

You shook your head. “You know what? I think you’re just jealous. Link is kind and considerate, and I think you’re scared that once I realize I deserve to be treated better than the way you treat me, I’ll walk away.” 

He almost seemed to flinch, and you knew your words likely hit home. The panic appeared on his face once more. 

“Just choose me.” 

“What?” 

He took a step forward. “Choose me. Promise me that you’ll stop talking to Link, and I swear that I’ll be better.” 

“Promise?”

You realized something then, as Elis looked at you with begging eyes.

 When Link asked you that question, he was asking in your best interest. When Elis asked, he was asking in his. 

The pathetic thing is, a small part of your brain was willing to go along with what he was saying. To cut off Link and continue the relationship that would probably only continue to cause you pain. Painful, yes, but at least you knew what to expect. And that was partly better than the fear of the unknown. 

But the promise you had made to Link the night before echoed loudly in your brain. You had promised him that you would consider what he had told you. That you deserved better. 

And you decided that you weren’t going to break any promises to the one person who actually cared about you. 

You crossed your arms, your face becoming hard. “Asking me to pick between you and Link is like asking me to choose if I’d rather go for a stroll through Hyrule Field or throw myself into the fiery pits of Death Mountain. I’m going to choose what’s best for me. Every single time.” 

You finally turned back to the girl, who was standing silently, watching the scene unfold before her with wide eyes. “He’s all yours. Have fun.” 

And with that, you turned and walked out of the alley. 

You weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of seeing you hurt this time, so you forced yourself to walk calmly and slowly through the town, even if your head and heart were anything but. You weren’t sure if you wanted to throw up, cry, breath something, or scream until you lost your voice. The feelings were overwhelming, and your brain could hardly begin processing everything that had happened. 

You felt yourself reaching the tipping point just as you turned the corner to the street where your shop stood. But you had no time to celebrate finally being able to release your emotions, because you immediately noticed a small crowd that had gathered at your door. 

In the dark, it was hard to make out exactly who was standing there, huddled up together in front of the shop. But then, someone turned and saw you, and they rushed out of the shadow of the store and into the moonlight. It was Telma. 

Her face was filled with worry, but upon meeting your eyes, you could see some relief come flooding back into it. “Oh thank Goddesses, you’re here.”

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. “Telma? What’s going on? Who are all of these people?” 

Behind Telma, a tall, widely-built figure also stepped out of the shadows and into the moonlight. Your heart dropped as you noticed that he was carrying something large in his arms - a limp body. A limp body with a mop of messy blonde hair glowing softly even in the dark. 

Telma looked back at the man, then back at you, the worry filling her eyes once more. 

“It’s Link. He’s been hurt.” 

#legend of zelda #link/reader #link #reader insert #legend of zelda fanfic #twilight princess fanfic #link x reader

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“I had a dream you came down from heaven, my dearly beloved, my darling-” Enmu paused their singing, looking down when they saw cobwebs. “Oh?”

There wasn’t just one- there were multiple. Long and silky, they decorated the hallway like human’s cheap halloween decor, a clear sign Rui had been around. Curious, the dreamer reached out and ran a finger against them to see what would happen.

“There you are.” Rui’s voice was like a droplet in a calm river, sending shivers throughout Enmu. “Found you, Lower 1.”

“Rui! You’ve spooked me! Oh, I haven’t felt that way in decades!” Enmu turned, a  hand to their chest as they gazed upon the younger demon. “So these webbings of yours- are they decorations?”

“You could say that.”

“Ah. Well- they are quite lovely. Alas, I must be going. Lord Muzan entrusted me with an important task, you know.” He didn’t- Enmu really just wanted to go back and dream again. “Excuse me-”

The webbing on their leg suddenly thickened, sticking to the ground and entrapping Enmu. The threads nearest also stretched out, piercing the fabric of their clothes. “What’s the rush? You had all the time in the world the last time it was just you and me.” Rui sounded scary calm, eyes piercing into the dreamer’s back as he moved towards him. “I don’t think Lord Muzan would mind if you were delayed a bit.”

“Hm…” Enmu pulled at the threads with a tsk. This wouldn’t do at all.

“Very well. I’ll play whatever game you want, little spider. However- I wish to be untangled. This predicament is rather…unpleasant.” Enmu tugged some more, face pinched at how thick everything seemed.

Rui considered, staring for a moment. Then the threads loosened, the thick cobwebs easing away until there was nothing left.

“Thank you.” The dream demon smiled.

Then they ran.

“Ahahahaha! Come catch me now, little spider! If you do- we’ll play!” They cackled as he took off, flying down the cleared halls of Infinity Castle and leaving Rui behind. They weren’t gonna truly leave- just get far enough to hide; plan their attack. Oh, the look on his face when they jumped out-

The ground came faster than Enmu expected.

“Ooh…” They groaned, reaching up to hold their nose. When did they trip? Surely they must have hit a snag-

The solid ground slowly began to move upward. There was a distinct tug at their ankle.

Oh.

Oh.

“You really thought I got rid of all my threads? What kind of demon do you take me for?” Rui pulled them in slowly, winding the single string back as Enmu scrambled for purchase on the smooth wooden floors. “Caught you, Enmu.”

“R-Rui! Wait, please! I assure you- I was just pulling your leg!” Enmu twisted when they reached the spider, holding up their hands with pleading eyes. “T-Tell you what! If you let me go, I-I’ll give you good dreams!”

“Hm..nope.” Rui sat on their legs, shaking his hand free of the thread before rolling up his sleeves. “Here I come.”

“Rui! Rui ple-ehehahhhahhahahahahase!” The dreamer all but squeaked when fingers dug into their sides, tapping along their waist and lower ribs. “Aheahahahahahaha hahhahahng on! Gehahhahhahaha it tihiihiihihckles!”

“I know- that’s why I’m doing it.” Rui snickered, pleased. He danced his fingers along Enmu’s torso, drawing out the endless bouts of mirth. “Last time we played, you made me realize we demons are still ticklish."

"Yehahhahahhahahs, thhahahahat's trhuuhuhuhuhuhuhuhu! Ahehahahahahhahahaha, Ruhuuhuhui! Wahhahahhahahait!"

And from what Lord Akaza told me, you’re just as bad if not worse.” A prod to their highest ribs. “Apparently…” Another to the center of his torso. “You’re really ticklish…” Another to his lowest ribs. “Riiiiiight….”

“Ruhuhuhuhuhui! Ruhuhuhuhi please- PLEHAHAHASE!” Enmu squeaked, giggling up a storm when those hands rested on their hips, just…staying there. “Pleahahhahse, Ruuhuhuhui!”

“Hm…” Tap, tap, tap. Rui drummed his fingers as he considered. It wasn’t nearly as bad as Enmu anticipated, but it still made them squirm. “Well…I suppose you did give me nice dreams after…”

“Yehahahahahs! Yehahahhas I did!” Mercy?

“......Yeah, I’m still gonna tickle you.” Oh no!

“Ru-EHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEI!” Thumbs drilled into their hips, making Enmu shriek. Cackles and snorts mixed through the air as they thrashed and squirmed beneath the spider, slapping the ground rapidly. “OHOHOHOOHKAY OHOHOHOHOKAY! PLEAHHAHHAHSE NO MOHOHOHOHORE!”

“Heh, alright.” Finally, the tickling came to an end, Enmu laying back with a low groan as Rui climbed off. “I’ll let you live…for now.”

“Oohohoho~ So scary! Still my quivering heart.” Enmu sat up, raising wiggling fingers as Rui backed up in wide eyed panic. “My turn, little spider~.”

“What? N-No! Stay a-way!” Rui ran, thread abandoned as he flew down the halls.

Enmu cackled like a child, delighted their trick worked. Pulling free of the threads, they stood, stretching out their shoulders. “Oh the joy to just play. It’s like a real life dream. Thank you, little spider. I had alot of fun today.”

Now- time to go find Akaza and repay him for ratting out their tickle spots.

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#demon slayer #tickle #tickle fic #fluff #lower moons #enmu #rui #They're adorable your honor #I wish we got canon interaction with them #they'd be the cutest duo ever

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Unreleased Draft #5 • A Banquet for the Emperor

Emperor Yang Jeongin x Guard Male Reader

Synopsis • Today was the young emperor’s birthday where people from different countries all across the continent will gather to celebrate it. It’s tradition now really, it has a really long history to why it is as it is.

A/N • This was supposed to be the 2022 Jeongin BDAY Fic! I didn't continue it cuz I didn't have enough time and I was both busy and drained huhu! But yeah, its a bit too similar to Royals which is also another reason why I lost inspo!

Author's Ratings:

Plot/Thought Process - 2/10, Royalty Fic has grown over me, Im sorry HUHU but I tried to make it different with a guard sneaking into a birthday! But overall its too similar to Royals

Writing Style / Level - 8.5/10, It has good writing atleast definitely the best out of the 5 unreleased drafts because its the most recent out of all em!

Write-ability / Needed Creativity - 10/10, I could probably complete it quite fast cuz Im familiar with Royalty fics a bit!

As of this moment, you were sitting in a last minute meeting, a boring one that was called by the head of knights. The meeting was about where each knight will be stationed in different locations around the castle. Security is extremely tight during the grand celebration for the emperor, as a lot of nobles tend to bring expensive gifts to gain the awes and thanks of His Majesty.

Drool seemed to almost fall out of your mouth as the meeting continues, seemingly a waste of time as you got drowsier, the knight beside you and great friend Bo had to elbow you to not draw attention to which you silently thanked him.

A silent sigh came out of your mouth as you continued to listen.

For hours..... At 5:00 in the morning.... 13 hours before the grand celebration. His Majesty isn't even awake yet so why should we be.

Unnoticed and in your thoughts, you jumped as the leader of the knights spoke, “Y/N! Are you even listening?!” His expression was menacing as he glared down on you as all the other knights stared at you

To which you lowered your head, mumbling a small “Yes, Sir..”

The man clicked his tongue, “Don’t lie straight to my face, as I was saying, You are going to be stationed at the southern gates with Kim Bo. Finally understand?” he said, clearly annoyed with your absence of mind and hearing.

You nodded, “Understood, sir.”

Bo, the knight beside you couldn't hold out a grin.

He was amused as he had warned you of your airy behavior earlier. You rolled your eyes at him and sat straight, pretending to listen while your mind wanders as the voice of the meeting fades.

...

“Dismissed.” The leader spoke firmly as the knights stood up as you do too, bowing before most started to leave the room while some stayed to chat to which they received the unpleasant stare of the leader.

You were long gone, scurrying away as the word “Dismissed.” was spoken.

Now, Bo was right beside you again as your best friend and camaraderie. You already had told him your plan of sneaking and blending in the upcoming celebration. “Where did you get the rich-looking clothes anyways?” He asks, settling down with a huff as you both finally arrived at your station.

“Oh, I got my tailor to made them, she made the gems as real and shiny as possible. She is so good! She creates wonderful clothing out of cheap products, I wonder why her business isn’t booming as it is.” You spout, sighing at the end of the sentence.  Now, your knight friend had a gleam in his eyes.

“What?” you ask, noticing his suspicious look.

“Ooh~ You like her, don’t you?” he says, slightly in awe as he made heart shapes with his hand.” 

You tut, shaking your head at what he said, “She’s an amazing friend, she even gave me a discount, but other than that - Nothing more.” He look at you in disbelief at what you just said. 

“Believable.” he said with a tone of sarcasm as you denied him again until he drops it. “Now let’s see your outfit! I still haven’t seen it cause if you don’t blend, me covering for you will all be for nothing.” he says, excitement apparent in his voice.

“Wait, I hid it somewhere near the clock tower. It’s far and it’s all because my guess was wrong on the location of our station.” you said, pouting a bit at the length you had to walk to.

“Atleast, nobody goes to that part of the castle much.” you said, sighing.

“That’s really far.. Hm, I’ll cover for you, come grab it and wear down your helmet okay? If you get recognized, we will get a lecture.” He says seriously, insinuating his tip as he hit your metal helmet lightly.

You nodded as you started walking away, helmet down, restricting your vision a minimum. Bo waves as he sat down.

...

The sound of silence fills your ears, leaves rustling at this side of the castle. It was dead silent here as no guards ever come here due to the enclosed space. You spotted the white cloth on one of the trash cans that you hid it at last night.

“Hmm..” you wondered, looking around at the empty hallways, you were about to leave but a single footstep caused you to freeze up and run behind a pillar.

“What am I doing? Act normal, act like a guard.” you thought.

About to be on sight and act normal for the approaching, until you peeked and noticed it was not someone to be expected.

“HIS MAJESTY?!?! Oh my god, I’m going to be sent to the guillotine, please don't see me, please don't see me..” You were panicking and chanting in your mind, noticing the rather normal and plain white clothes that he was wearing but he was still as handsome and elegant as ever with those sharp fox eyes.

The young emperor stopped in his tracks, your heart beating out of your chest, as sweat cascaded down your face through the knight helmet.

“You know, you could've picked a better hiding place than... That.” the young emperor, named Yang Jeongin said out loud — voice stiff and rough as if he just got out of bed, he managed to catch a glimpse of a small piece of your armor.

You felt your throat dry, too frozen in fear to move or do anything.

“No use in continuing to hide.” he said, tone a bit tired or emotionless.

In a shot of adrenaline, you immediately went face to face with the emperor, kneeling to your knees fast and keeping your head down. “Y-Your Majesty..! I—I don't dare i-intrude, a friend g-got me to get s-something here.” you said rushed, a bit unintelligible.

The young emperor stood and look down at you with a raised brow as he noticed the white baggage you had on your hand.

The young emperor could care less about it.

“Go.” he simply said, as you ran shaken up and frightened.

...

Running up to your stationed post, Bo noticed your rather tired figure. It raised many questions for him, “Woah, you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost.” he says, clearly joking playfully at your distraught expression and sweaty forehead.

You held your hand up at him as you caught your breath, “His Majesty...” you mumbled, wiping the sweat off your forehead with your wrist, as you tried to calm your heart and trembling fingers down.

“Hm? What about His Majesty? What happened..?” he asks, both curious and worried as he leaned in to hear your answer.

“He.. His Majesty saw me as he was walking at the hallways near the clock tower...” you answered, sitting down near Bo, “I thought, I was going to die...” you added as you blew a sigh of relief. Contrary to the shocked face of your best friend and partner who not only very shocked but scared for your own life.

You stifled a laugh as you noticed Bo’s face, “His Majesty let me go without any questions.” you coughed out, smiling a little of how funny he looked right now.

“Are you sure that you’re fine?” He asks, still not fully convinced since His Majesty is known to be punishing at people.

“Yeah...” 

A wave of relief passed through Bo, before finally remembering to what you got to show as the ‘cheap but supposedly expensive-looking outfit’ as your wear for sneaking inside to festivities and feasts later.

“I wanna see it now then~!” he pipes up, you stared at him incredulously like he didn't just forget your life-death situation earlier.

“What?” he asks, noticing your stare.

“Nothin’, I’ll show you tonight, I am not prepared to strip my clothes here.” you say, clearly aware of the surroundings. The clatter of armor as some knights walk by, the gardener’s shearing the bushes to magnificent shapes to fit the young emperor’s want and even the loud instruments playing and practicing for later. It’s too occupied.

“Well.. We just have to pass time until, I’ll probably leave for a bit at noon though.” you said with a small smile as you watch Bo nod his head along at your words.

. . . . .

It’s was time for the esteemed guests to enter the castle — other royals and nobles alike will be present. After wearing the 'royal' wear, claid with fake gemstones and other numerous patterns symbolising nobility, it was time to sneak in and blend within the crowd of the rich.

A soft sigh passed through your lips, before a confident look was smeared across your face. “For delicious food and wine, calm and composed.” you mumbled a pep talk to yourself. You promised yourself that you wouldn't get caught and stay at sidelines to eat dishes. You only live once, as they say.

Finally, after Bo’s continuous screech and excitement at your spectacular clothes. you already went to the path you scouted for yourself as the most way to sneak it. Guards wouldn't budge at the sight of the more or less flashy clothing. If ever approached, you will use the alias last name of the Noble family “Eulae” as the tailor stated the certain family wouldn't attend due to territorial problems. The castle didn't send invitations rather have the royals and nobles come in as they please which was very stupid in your opinion.

. .

After 20 minutes or so of sneaking around and guards bowing to you, you finally arrived inside the great castle of the emperor Yang. You released a breath of relief and casted your gaze towards all the precious and expensive things, you saw.

From the royal patterns inlaid upon the walls, to the grand chandelier and finally the actual hugeness of the hall where the banquet will be held.

#kpop x male reader #stray kids x male reader #skz x male reader #kpop x reader #skz jeongin #jeongin x male reader #yang jeongin x male reader #skz x reader #skz #yang jeongin #midnight posts #stray kids scenarios #stray kids imagines #stray kids x reader

[basicallyahedgehog]

@phoebe-delia. My darlingest, most beloved Phoebe. Happy birthday!!!!!!!!! May your day be full of sunshine and happiness and joy and everything that you bring into my life on a daily basis. You make the world brighter just by being you and I love you a whole hecking lot.

I wrote you a little companion piece to This Time (which might be cheating a little but this Draco stole my heart and needed his moment in the spotlight 🤷Featuring more eighth year, more party games, more of Harry's melodrama, and a LOT more of Draco being a cinnamon roll.

Keep You In This Heart of Mine

Excerpt:

You know the second he walks through the gates, get feel the familiar thrum of his magic as the castle welcomes him home.

He doesn’t know it’s home, not really, not yet. You can feel the grief and heartache and guilt pulsing through the castle walls, running from his fingertips to yours. 

You lay your palm against the stone, willing love, comfort, forgiveness to travel back to him.

For him to know that you don’t blame him, that it wasn’t his fault.

-----

You sit in the corner of the common room, drinking in the warmth and joy of your classmates around you while making yourself as small as possible. You don’t belong here, you don’t know why you came back, except it was for Mother, to ease the anxiety and guilt that was written across her face every day since you were Marked.

You don’t belong here, and yet they let you stay, not just in this school but in this room, in this group , buzzing with cheap alcohol and the freedom that comes with being a teenager when you don’t have to fight a war. You are here, tucked into a corner, watching the bottle spin and spin and spin.

The crowd cheers when it lands on Potter, and you resist the urge to lean forward. To show too much interest. 

“Truth,” he yells, and you are secretly glad. Glad to not have to watch him be humiliated — and wouldn’t that rankle your thirteen year old self. But also, you feel glad to be entrusted with a piece of him, of his truth. Even though it isn’t you he is trusting, even though you will share this little tidbit with the rest of the eighth years. But still, your heart jumps and your skin warms at the thought of what secret he is about to share. 

“Who is the prettiest person in the school?” And oh, your heart sinks. Because he’ll say girl weasley, or Granger, or even one of the twins. And you know, you know that he would never say your name, not like that, even if he was. Well, even if he was. But he isn’t and he won’t and-

“Gin, you’re my ride or die, but we all know that the prettiest person is…” He trails off, smirking, and your heart jumps again because he is teasing this Potter who has turned into a shadow of himself, who looks like yet another ghost haunting the castle. He is teasing and smirking and oh, how you had missed that spark in his eyes.

You are so caught up in the smirk, in the tease, that you almost miss it. 

“Malfoy.”

#HAPPY BIRTHDAY PHEEBS #my pheeby deeby #my writing #drarry

[tossawary]

On the subject of Dracula Daily starting again (link to sign up for the emails) (link to the Re: Dracula audio version happening this year), I've been playing some Vampire Survivors lately and it's quite fun (link to the Steam Store). Sharing bc I just like the game a lot.

You play as a little pixelated sprite moving around these endless maps as hordes of pixelated monsters come at you from all directions. You collect XP from the monsters you kill that allows you to buy weapons and upgrades, but all of your weapons are on automatic timers, so the only thing you can really do is run around going, "Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" and try to point your weapons in vaguely the right direction. By the end of a level, if you survive that long, you become a little whirlwind of death as layers upon layers your overpowered magic whip around you against waves of cartoony monsters so thick that you can barely see the screen.

Note: the game does come with a photosentivity warning at the beginning. But it's very cheap (with no microtransactions) and quite charming, with some cute designs and humor, and makes me nostalgic for all sorts of old arcade games and also reminds me of stuff like Castlevania. And there's no intense or complicated story happening so it's easy to jump in and out of playing.

The only thing I can think of that's missing for me right now is a multiplayer mode so that I can bring my sibling (also an adult) over to play with me, so we can frustratedly yell at each other for going the wrong way on our shared screen like we're 12 again.

And right now, I would LOVE (and would honestly pay money for, devs, pls) a mod or a DLC where I could play as the cast of Dracula, especially if there was a Dracula's castle level where I could fight him and his brides. I want to play as little pixelated Jonathan or Mina Harker running around shooting fireballs and throwing daggers at hordes of monsters. Get a little Van Helsing and a cowboy Quincey with a whip and a Lucy with that flower power in there.

MISS MINA has arrived at DRACULA'S CASTLE to get her FUTURE HUSBAND back. She has a WHIP in one hand and CROSS that can be thrown like a boomerang in the other, and her DEATH COUNT is going to be in the THOUSANDS by the time she's done.

#dracula #dracula daily #vampire survivors #tossawary video games #mina murray #jonathan harker

[ashesandhackles]

Chamber of Secrets reread

Chapter 1, 2, 3,4

Harry's hope that Dursleys have not forgotten his birthday (hardly daring to believe it) - because it means Harry has not fully rejected them as caregivers yet. He does this in the next book - which is where Sirius steps in as the parental role Harry finally moves the Dursleys out of. There is this push and pull with Harry - he wants their approval, he wants to stay out of their way and not catch too much of the heat that comes with their attention. It is a very fragmented way of dealing with possible abandonment.

Vernon promised Harry he would flay him "within inch of his life". This, with descriptions of threatening body language gives such a strong implication that Harry was beaten up before being locked into the room with bars with lines like: "Uncle Vernon was as bad as his word (fade to black into next scene with Harry in room)". No wonder in Deathly Hallows that both Vernon and Harry wonder if Harry would actually rescue him.

love how charming The Burrow sounds, and how deliberately it is contrasted from the order of Dursleys. And how the most unusual thing about the Burrow was everyone there "seemed to like him." My heart.

The Weasley dynamics! Both Fred and George are so excited when Arthur is back home and genuinely want to hear stories of his job ( in contrast to Percy, who admits to being embarrassed of his father's reputation at the Ministry)! The other interesting festering family dynamic is that when Molly rages about them and brings up Bill, Charlie, and percy - Fred mutters, "Perfect Percy". It is a way to indicate jealousy of the approval and regard Molly gives Percy, although I doubt Fred would admit it.

"her face glowing like the setting sun". The sun imagery follows Ginny through the books. Harry refers to their first kiss as "several sunlit days" or the time he couldn't look in her eyes - "like gazing into brilliant light" "blazing look" and when Ron confronts him about kissing Ginny after the break up, this is the description when Harry says it won't happen again: "The day was cloudless, but he felt as though the sun had gone in."

Lucius Malfoy: ex terrorist and now a Tired Indulgent parent. His dialogue with Draco is hilarious. "You have told me dozen times already" - he tells Draco after Draco complains about Harry.

That said, @indigo-scarf has lovely meta on Hand of Glory and what it means for Draco's arc.

Chapters 5,6,7,8,9

Snape's Dramatic Entrance for this book - waits for appropriate moment behind 12 years olds to announce: "Maybe he's waiting to hear why you two didn't arrive on the train." Life of Severus Snape: Stuck in a job he hates, plans jump scares on 12 year olds for cheap thrills. (@incalculablepower also pointed out Snape's history with the tree in the infamous prank when he talks about Harry and Ron caused damage to a valuable tree)

Also his emo goth office with jars full of "revolting things Harry didn't want to know the name of"

Hagrid also picking up on Ginny's crush on Harry.(also for mystery plot, Ginny is scoping out the house cos of the roosters).

The macabre Headless Hunt goes with gothic vibe of CoS: something lurking in the castle from the underworld. A young girl possessed by a great evil etc etc. (going to reference this meta by @stuckwith-harry about Ginny's experience in the books and how her gender plays into it)

As was pointed out about Draco and hand of glory in early CoS chapter, we get Peeves breaking the vanishing cabinet here in this chapter. The cabinet Draco repairs in HBP, once he discovers the connection with the one in Borgin and Burkes, thanks to Fred and George shoving Montague in there.

the attack on Mrs Norris enlightened Hermione more clearly to dangers of being a Muggleborn. She was doing nothing but reading after the attack - and it feels like a measure of control she is trying to exert over her environment.

Chapter 10, 11,12, 13, 14,15

the opening scene where Harry had to enact a scene from Lockhart's book is comedy gold. Where are the fanartists with this scene??? This book is so funny, I swear to god.

"I never thought I'd see a day where you would be persuading us to break rules" - ah, Hermione. We see that its creeping up to her, the fact that she is another in the wizarding world and she deals with it the way she knows how - cognitively, making a plan of action: Polyjuice.

I have a lot of feelings about the political consciousness that Dobby showed here. "ah if Harry Potter only knew! If he knew what he means to us, to the lowly, the enslaved, us dregs of the magical world - but mostly sir, life has improved for my kind ever since you triumphed over He Who Must Not Be Named". I have written about how slavery is handled in the books here.

Hermione, the pyromaniac, book 2 edition. She is conjuring waterproof fires now, graduating from her blue flames in PS

Harry picks up the Expelliarmus from Snape, as he sees from duelling club. The only time Harry ever refers to Snape as a professor voluntarily - "shouldn't have let professor Snape teach us that one"..

Snape throws Harry a shrewd, calculating look when Harry speaks Parseltongue. I think this aspect of Harry makes him a bit curious - as he pretty much says this as a half truth in Spinner's End chapter in HBP. (that there were rumours about Harry being a dark wizard, and he was curious and not at all inclined to murder him. Spinner's End chapter is masterful in lot of half truths).

what a lonely braggart Lucius Malfoy is : he is sending his 12 year old son newspaper clippings of how his work colleagues he loathes is facing an enquiry. Who does this, lol? Probably because most of his friends are in prison, he needs to tell his son the gossip.

i love that what Ron sees in Mirror of Erised is that he is Head Boy, Quidditch captain, and here, he says in disgust, "Prefect, Head Boy - probably top of every class". It shows his tendency to devalue his needs and wants (of course, that's not truly what he needs - it's recognition, but it's interesting he sees this in the mirror and still reacts like this). refer: "I have seen your heart: exploring Ron's arc" by @bluethepineapple

Harry notes that Tom "had jet Black hair" ("strange likenesses ...we even look something alike" Tom notes in the final chapters. The twin imagery is strong with Harry and Voldemort, not just with the appearances but the twin cores as well.)

it's interesting to me that the injustice Hagrid suffers is also integral to the vein of CoS (he is a suspect, he was expelled and had his wand broken) and in POA (the Buckbeak trial).

"you will find that I have only truly left the school when none here are loyal to me". Dumbles being god like.

really have to admire Ron that he was even able to move and grab Fang when the car came in when they were talking to Aragog. He was apparently frozen with his mouth open and eyes popping. Ron Weasley is extremely brave.

Chapter 16,17,18

Tom displays bitter rage against his father, and emphasises his lineage from his maternal line. He also seems to think his father abandoned Merope because she was a witch, which I think is what he found out or guessed, as opposed to the story we know.

Fawkes enters with a song, and it makes Harry's heart grow twice its size (metaphorically). But we see a version of this in GOF - where priori incantentem between wands also makes Harry hear the phoenix song. It's very good vs evil. Also, the phoenix is described in such a grand, colourful way in this dark underworld chamber - a splash of colour. It is a very nice image.

Ginny wakes up from a harrowing experience and sees blood-soaked Harry holding the destroyed diary. No wonder that she "never really gave up on you, not really". I think this kind of thing would be embedded in her psyche.

I love that the story combines the grand, mythical nature of things - Dumbledore as God, Fawkes as Holy Spirit, the chamber as the underworld, and then it's also a story where themes of classism, systemic injustice against Muggleborns, slavery is introduced. The banal evil antagonist is Lucius Malfoy - who tries to discredit a poorer Arthur Weasley by setting up his daughter, who gets Hagrid sent to Azkaban and gets Dumbledore removed - all by using his power and position. I think this book toes the line between mythical evil (Basilisk that needs to be slayed, Tom Riddle diary) and banal evil well.

@urupotter made a post about how Lucius appears to be using Occlumency against Dumbledore in the final scene between them.

#chamber of secrets #hp reread #harry james potter #ron weasley #hermione granger #albus dumbledore #ginny weasley #draco malfoy

[the-fiction-witch]

My Dear

Media Game Of Thrones

Character Lancel Lannister

Couple Lancel X Reader

Rating Flirty AF

Lancel sits on his chamber balcony overlooking the grey rainy day in Darry. The Lannisters had taken Darry over and Lancel had been placed as its lord. It was a small place with very little about it of note. Darry was all smallfolk most of which traders and such that made money only because of travelers on the King's road. His castle had been filled with Lannister red and gold, fine items from his room at the red keep and his home in Casterly Rock now strangely filled these old grey halls almost like a golden tablecloth on a rock you use as a table. As fine as the cloth may be… it’s still a rock underneath. 

He sighed deeply as he looked out over his lands, they were dull and grey like the clouds overhead. He was used to the bright colours bustle and important people of Casterly Rock and the Red Keep. What had he ever done to end up here in this dreary keep? He felt as if he had been forgotten by his family… Or being tormented by his family. 

the door to his chambers opens and closes as a young maid girl wanders in, she was a smallfolk girl hired from the Darry village to work in the castle for Lancel and the few staff here. She wondered in wearing small leather boots, an ankle-length cheap cotton grey dress, her hair In a bun, and she has sizable breasts and wide hips, her breasts even jiggle as she walks her nipples slightly poking out her dress making it obvious she wore nothing under it. She carries in her hand a large golden flagon filled with expensive dronish wine, she curtsied as she approaches "Your wine ser Lannister,"

Lancel smiles as the maid walks into his chambers and he takes note of her. She had quite a voluptuous body and a pretty face. Lancel had not even noticed how dull the castle was, he had been too busy gazing upon her.

"Oh, you certainly are a sight for sore eyes.” he smiled, “Bring yourself closer."

she nodded sheepishly as she came over standing close to him and she poured him a goblet full of time, she was so close he can smell her lavender scent. He bites his lip as he looks at her it has been so long since he perked up interested in anyone let alone a pretty girl, and as she finishes pouring the goblet he gives her a firm smack on the ass making her jump and slightly squeal for a second

Her squeal only makes him smile wider. "What is your name?"

"Y/n, my lord."

He smiled at her, "Y/n my dear, why don't you pour me another?"

she nodded and poured him another goblet so he took his opportunity as she stood slightly bent over and gave her another firm smack on the ass 

"Ohh! Uhhh my lord I -" she stammered,

He can't help but smile as his hand lingers on her ass feeling the soothing surface below though the rough cotton dress. He felt like a predator toying with its prey. Her voice was soft-spoken and gentle. If he had known such sweet maids dwelt in Darry, he would have visited earlier. "You are adorable my dear." he smirked, “Please pour another.” He says softly as he leans in close to Y/n.

"but - but you haven't drank either of the two I've already poured Ser Lannister..."

“Hummm… It isn’t the wine I want, my dear.” He smirked squeezing her ass, 

"Then what my lord? I could go to the kitchens being you some soup? Or perhaps a sweet pastry?"

“I only want you, you delicious creature. It is your warmth that I desire, it is your scent that I crave.”  

"oohh uhh I uhh..." She stuttered, "I uhhh am not... Edible my lord."

“But my dear, you are the sweetest treat in all the world. Come here, let me taste your soft lips.” His voice was almost a whisper as he forced her onto his lap her hands on his chest, she gasped for breath as her nose now touched his 

"My- my lord i-"

“Shhhhh... There is no need to be shy. You want this just as much as I do. You see Y/n... I only desire one thing from my maids... I have some desires that not even queens can quench.” he smirked, “Tell me what are your desires my dear?” 

"I... I could not ask anything of you ser Lannister. my desires are not worth mentioning,"

He raises an eyebrow at her words. “Oh? Why would such a beautiful maid have no desires? I find that outlandish.” He takes her chin softly forcing her eyes to his, “Tell me what it is you desire, my dear. Tell me what truly stirs inside your beautiful heart?”

“I have no desires my lord,” She nodded, “Only to serve,”

“Serve? What a good little maid you are.” he cooed, “But really your wildest dreams? I could grant them if you wished? Do you want to live a luxurious life with me in Casterly Rock? Do you want to live out your days as the Lady Consort of the West?”

her face turns red at the meer mention of such things "p-pardon my lord?"

He smiles at her, “You heard me, my dear. I would make you my Lady of Casterly Rock, and all the West would be at your command. You would have your own castle and an entire household of servants to order around. What do you say? That a desire? A dream I could fulfil?”

"l-lady of Casterly rock? A - a castle? Me?"

Lancel smiled as he brushed his fingers along her hair. “my sweet Y/n. A castle within the mighty Rock. You would be the Lady Consort of my lands and my wife. You would have it all; silk dresses and fineries beyond your imagination, jeweled necklaces and jewels, the best meat and drink in all the Seven Kingdoms. And you would have me, your protector and lover at your side for all your life.”

"...I... I've never seen Casterly rock my lord.”

"My sweet Maid. It is the grandest castle in all the Seven Kingdoms. Every window is made of the finest stained glass, the walls of the Rock are smooth and shine gold when the sunset hits them. The Great Hall could host a thousand knights at once and not be filled. I have seen men fall to their knees when they first lay their eyes on it. The wealth of Casterly Rock could buy you all the luxury you could ever imagine. Would you accept such an honour?"

"I... I have never seen it ser. I have never left Darry. I... I couldn't accept such an honour I... I am merely a maid. A peasant girl unworthy of such sights, such luxury, and .. not worthy of a protector let alone lover of a man of your standing"

Lancel laughed out loud, the notion that she would turn down such a chance was absurd. "My sweet girl, you are more than worthy. I want you to come with me, in fact I command you to do so. Pack all your belongings for tonight, we ride for Casterly Rock at sundown. You will be the Lady of Casterly Rock before the day is through. Do you understand me?"

"c-command me!"

"I command you to pack at once, my dear. We will be leaving this keep at sundown, for Casterly Rock my dearest."

"But what about Darry..." she asked, “what about work? What about- this is all so-”

"Leave it all behind. What use are these stone walls and dusty rooms when I can give you the splendour of Casterly Rock. I promise you this, the moment you set foot within my castle you will know I was right. You will have your room, servants beyond your dreams, the finest silk dresses, and the most luxurious bedchamber in all the world. It will be yours." He smirked, “I am bored of darry, bored sick. I want to leave and if I can have the excuse of taking you to see Castrerly Rock I shall take it. We will journey thee you and I anything you want I will supply for you,”

"I worry more for... Your absence. You are the lord of Darry if you return to Casterly rock to take your family home then... What will happen to Darry?"

"Leave such matters to me. I have other servants here who will ensure this place runs like clockwork. All you need worry about is your journey to Casterly Rock." His hand falls to her thigh as he cups it slightly. 

“But we barely know one another…”

“Plenty of time to learn more on the journey together, I can have a carriage set by tonight,” 

"tonight?"

“A carriage tonight, my dear,” 

"a- a carriage... I have never been in a carriage my lord"

"You are about to be overwhelmed by luxuries my dear, I can tell. Rest assured, you will have the best of everything. That means the finest silk dresses, the best wine, and the most comfortable carriage a lady has ever ridden. You will want for nothing my sweet Y/n. By the time our carriage passes underneath the gates of Casterly Rock, we will be… well acquainted and ready to marry and of course, once I am married my father will not want me as Lord of Darry he’ll want me in the family home of Castery Rock to raise our little heirs so he’ll trade with me no doubt."

"do... Do you truly ask this of me my lord? To be your bride? Your lover? Not just a simple maid or mistress to your bedside? To... To make me a lady?"

"I don't ask, my sweet  Y/n. I demand it. I command you to wed me. If I do not have you at my side, I fear my rage and anger will know no bounds. I could not bear to lose you to another, or worse, a life of loneliness and poverty. I have seen you, my star in the dark night and now I must have you I know it truly."

"then... I suppose I must serve my lord's commands" She blushed with a sweet smile

"You are such a beautiful creature, my dear. I will reward your obedience. By the time we reach Casterly Rock, you will forget all you knew of this dreary keep and I will make sure the only castle that ever holds a place in your heart will be mine alone." He smiled, “I will dress you in the most beautiful of silks and the finest of silver you will be my star. My sweet little star.” 

"yes my lord" she nodded moving to her feet blushing hard, "may I have your leave? To pack my few things?"

"Of course, my dear Y/n. Be swift about your packing. I expect you to be ready by sundown. Do not keep me waiting."

"it will not take so long." She nodded before she scampered away

He watched her leave the room. Her hips swished back and forth as she walked. She was not much more than a child really. Her lack of familiarity with luxury was quite endearing. There was no question in his mind, this was his star in the darkness, light and he was going to take her and have every moment before this second of time faded.

#eugenesimon #eugene simon #Eugene Simon #game of thrones fanfiction #gameofthrones #game of thrones #game of thrones lancel #Game of thrones lancel lannister #lancellannister #lancel #lancel lannister