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joonsytip · 4 months

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Say Don't Go || Wonwoo

Synopsis: You say you love him but Wonwoo says nothing back.

Word Count: 0.7k

A/N: Just one of my self indulging thoughts.

Sequels : So It Goes | All Too Well

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"I like you, a lot. I have had feelings for you since the university days. Been quite a few years."

Silence looms upon the atmosphere. There's a very neutral expression on Wonwoo's face, he isn't surprised.

Your grip on the clutch tightens, "Seems like you already know and you're not gonna say anything now?"

Wonwoo stares at you unwavering. He asks, "What do you expect me to say? That I like you as well?"

"Don't you?", you step forward, closing the gap between you two, "Tell me I read the signs wrong."

There's a slight change in his demeanor, his eyes flash something you should never witness so he looks down in the pretense of fixing the tie.

"Your family consists of conglomerates including yourself. I'm just a secretary who works for Seungcheol. Both him and his wife are your friends. You all belong to the same circle, I don't.", Wonwoo painfully narrates.

"It doesn't matter, as long as you reciprocate my feelings.", your voice falters, "Please think through."

"Easy for you to say. Do you even know how hard it is for people like me who aren't born rich? People already think I'm leaching off Seungcheol and if we get together there's no end to it. I'm used to it but you won't be able to take it even for a day because you're sensitive."

"If you know that I'm sensitive then why are you hurting me now?"

"It's better to get hurt now then to regret it later. You're not a teenager anymore, stop acting like one.", his words cut sharp at you.

"If all that matters to you then what about my feelings? It seems that they're the only ones those doesn't matter.", you wipe the tears streaming down your face, "Do you even know how hard it was for me to muster up the courage to be here. I am so used to liking you in silence that it made me back out every time I thought of confessing to you."

There's nothing Wonwoo wants but to run to you, engulfing you in his embrace. He wants to kiss away your tears, he wants to murmur sweet nothings in your ears.

He has always been wary of his financial background, more because he only has a brother who's sick and hospitalized. He's scared because he's seen the conspiracy Seungcheol's father plotted against his wife making them part ways back then even though she herself is a heiress. He has seen his friends suffering to no extent. To him rich people are selfish and wicked.

He couldn't afford to hurt you, doesn't want to fall prey to the rich and influential when there's already a lot on his plate. So he resorts to holding himself back, like he always has.

"Don't you like me? I know you do..."

Wonwoo exhales heavily, "No, I don't like you. Sorry if I have ever given you mixed signals but that was never my intention."

"Don't do this please because I'm serious, I might be in love with you--"

"You should leave.", he speaks not looking in your eyes, "There's no point having a baseless conversation."

"Are you sure? Because I'd stay forever if you say don't go."

"Just go Y/N. And please don't do this ever again. It was very uncomfortable for me."

You sniffle and nod your head understanding, "I'm sorry, just forget that this ever happened."

Just as you turn and make way to head out, all the memories flashes. The butterflies in his stomach when you both had teamed up for a fest event in university. When you smiled so bright at him always making his heart flutter. When at every party he searched for you because you're the reason he attended those in first place . When your drunk self bravely clung on his arm pulling him close and leaning on his shoulder at the seashore in comfortable silence while others drenched themselves in the waters at a spontaneous trip. You're his serotonin boast, you're his paradise in gloom. But he would never say the truth, never say out loud that it's not only you but he might love you as well.

After he ensures you're out of his sight, faraway, he collapses on the ground, gasps in pain. The glass falls from his face breaking in pieces like his heart is, filled with sheeting cracks. He has become a terrible mess.

"I like you too, Y/N.", he confesses in tears to the void which you had occupied till few moments earlier.

But you're not there to listen.

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lostgirlmuseum · 7 months

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Pulse 💗

Summary: Bucky can hear your heartbeat through the wall, and he can tell everything isn’t alright.

Pairing: Bucky x gn!Reader

Words: 600 (exactly 600, holy moly)

Warnings: None really, just mentions of anxiety and adhd. Wrote this within an hour, sorry if its bad

A/N: Self indulgent fic alert! This goes out to all my peeps who struggle with ADHD/anxiety. It sucks, but hang in there!

Divider credit: @saradika

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Come in,” you called, not looking up from the papers on your desk.

A brief second passed, and the door creaked open. A cautious Bucky peeked his head in.

“Hey, are you okay?” He asked.

You suddenly became aware of your leg bouncing 70 miles an hour, and forced yourself to stop.

“Yes, why?” You replied, ignoring the urge to get up and walk around.

“Well, I—” he hesitated, and brought his hand to rub the back of his neck, “I was passing by and I heard your heartbeat going really fast—super hearing and all that,” he awkwardly chuckled.

“120,” you stated, glancing at your watch.

“What?”

“My heart rate is 120 right now.”

“That’s pretty high for just sitting,” he responded, having a hard time hiding his concern.

“Well, y’know, anxiety,” you breathily laughed, but it wasn’t that funny.

“What are you anxious about? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“Nothing.” You sighed, lowering your pen and facing him. At this point he was now in your room, perched in front of your door.

“Doesn’t seem like nothing.”

“Seriously, I’m kinda freaking out over nothing right now.”

“C’mon, you’re always telling me I’m valid for having concerns, you are too.”

“No, I mean there is literally no singular thing I’m anxious about right now—it’s just physical anxiety, the general feeling that I’m going crazy, or dying, I don’t know, both I guess. That sounds so dramatic. I really am fine. I mean, I’m not fine, but I am, yeah?” You rambled on and on, and cursed yourself when you noticed your leg had started bouncing again.

“I don’t think you’re okay, do you want me to bring you to Dr. Cho?”

“That’s sweet of you, but I don’t think there’s much she can do. The worst of this should pass in thirty minutes anyway, it’s just my meds.”

“Oh.”

You could tell Bucky wanted to ask more, but wasn’t sure if it was polite.

“I have ADD. ADHD, whatever you want to call it. So I take medicine so I can focus on certain tasks, like these reports. And it does help me focus, but it’s also a stimulant, so it also gives me a lot of anxiety, which is totally awesome!” You scoffed.

“Why do you keep stopping your leg from bouncing?”

“I don’t know, I don’t want to annoy you.”

“If bouncing your leg makes you feel better, it doesn’t bother me.”

“I feel like I’m embarrassing myself,” you whined.

Beep.

You looked at your watch.

“Oh, look at that, 126!”

“Do you—would…would a hug be something that would help you? Calm you down?” He offered, casually putting his arms out for emphasis.

“Sure, Bucky,” you smiled, and stood up to meet him halfway. You knew it wouldn’t fix it, but it certainly couldn’t hurt.

Bucky wrapped you in a big embrace, and you were shocked by how warm and teddy-like it was. You gave a small sigh, and rested your face in his neck, knowing you weren’t going to be the first to let go.

He held onto you for longer than you expected, just calmly swaying together in your room.

To your dismay, he eventually let go of you. You were about to thank him and return to your work, but he gently grabbed your wrist and brought your watch to his sight.

“107. Good, but I think we can do better than that,” he sweetly smiled, and wrapped you back up into his arms.

“It might take a while.” You mumbled into his shirt.

“As long as it takes.” He cooed.

A/N: Should be either A) studying for a history exam I have tmw, or B) writing my stupid essay that the rough draft is due tmw, but I wrote this instead bc I’m procrastinating HELP ME

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warabidakihime · 7 months

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Secret Woes of the Heart

Characters: Geto Suguru x Reader | College AU

Synopsis: In the quiet of the night, beneath the starry canvas, we laid bare our secret woes, uncovering the raw, imperfect beauty of our hearts, and in that vulnerability, we found the strength to love.

Content warning: none

A/N: please accept this peace offering from me for not being able to update my works consistently huhu. it's the last quarter of the year and that means, it's extremely busy at work and it needs my 100% attention and focus. i was also not feeling the best and so i couldn't really bring myself to write. hope you'll like this one. this fic's pretty much self-indulging as i wrote my genuine feelings into this one in hopes of feeling better lol. hopefully soon i can finally update my toji fic and post it as soon as i can.

The clock on the wall ticked away the early hours of the morning, casting long shadows across the quiet corridors of Jujutsu High's dormitory. It was a time when most were lost in the embrace of sleep, a time when the world seemed to hold its breath in anticipation of a new day. But for you, this was not a time for rest.

Restlessness had become a familiar companion, and sleep remained elusive. The weight of your own thoughts bore down on your shoulders, an uninvited guest in the solitude of your dorm room. You tossed and turned, unable to escape the grip of your anxious mind.

Desperation led you to a decision—a decision that would take you through the silent halls to a particular door—the door of Suguru Geto, a man known for his night owl tendencies. You hoped his room held the comfort you sought, even if it meant intruding into his world at an ungodly hour.

As you stood before Suguru's dorm room, uncertainty danced in your heart. Would he be awake as usual, or had sleep claimed even the night owl's restless soul? There is only one way to find out.

With a hesitant hand, you gently pushed the door open, the soft creak of the hinges echoing in the stillness of the night.

"Huh? What're you doing here? It's like... 1 AM," Suguru mumbled, the harsh light from outside disturbing his slumber, his voice drowsy with sleep.

You smiled sheepishly. "Sorry... Am I disturbing you? I can go if you want."

Suguru waved you off, "Nah, it's fine. I was just... trying to sleep, that's all. You need something?"

You chuckled sheepishly as you entered his dimly lit dorm room and settled down on the corner of his bed. "Nothing in particular. Just can't sleep, is all. You're always awake at this hour, so I didn't think twice about not going, but I guess this was the day you decided to sleep early. Sorry again."

Suguru raised an eyebrow, looking around his room, slightly puzzled. "Don't worry about it. But, uh, what are you doing just coming into my room?" he asked, his curiosity piqued.

You shrugged, trying to play it cool, but it was clear something was bothering you. "It's really nothing, Suguru. It's just my insomnia acting up again."

Suguru sat up, leaning forward, concern etched on his face. "What's wrong? Come on, don't play coy with me. I can tell something's bothering you."

"Look at me," Suguru said sternly, using his assertive voice.

Pouting, you sighed like a child caught red-handed and slowly turned to face him, avoiding eye contact. "What?"

"Look," Suguru repeated, still using his stern voice. He reached out, gently grabbing your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. Suguru gave you a smirk before leaning back. "So... come on. What's been troubling you?"

"It's really nothing, but if you're so itching to know..." You sighed again, allowing yourself to get comfortable on his bed, even going as far as resting your head on his lap before opening up. "I was just thinking about stuff while I was in my dorm room, and one thing led to another. Well... I found myself overthinking stuff again. Like, I love the idea and potential of love, but when it comes to actually being in love with someone and staying in love with them... I can't bring myself to believe that I'm capable of such a thing, especially given my history of exposure to toxic and abusive relationships.That thought terrifies me. I want to be able to love and receive love, but what if I'm bad at it? What if I hurt the person?"

Suguru's face flashed in your mind, as he was your person of interest, but you'd never really acted on it out of fear that you might hurt him. "Never mind. I told you, this isn't something to worry about. It's just me being dramatic and pessimistic. Don't worry about it, Suguru."

Suguru thought for a few moments, his gaze fixed on you. "You know, I never knew you thought about these things. Well, if you really want my opinion, I think you're fine. I don't see it as being dramatic at all. Your feelings are entirely valid, and it's not your fault for having these thoughts, given your experiences." He chuckled softly and patted your head. "But I also know you're someone capable of both. You're a good person, and I'm sure you know how to love."

You chuckled humorlessly, "You're just saying that, Suguru. But thank you; I appreciate the effort." You laid down more comfortably on his lap, finding solace in his warmth. "Talking about this without drinks is so funny and embarrassing. I never thought I'd spew stuff like this sober."

As you lay your head on Suguru's lap, a comfortable silence settled between you. The dim moonlight filtering through the curtains casts a soft glow in the room. Suguru's fingers found their way to your hair, gently combing through the strands as he began to speak.

"Y/N, you underestimate yourself. Love is a complex thing, and it's perfectly normal to have doubts and fears about it. But it's those very doubts that make you human. It's those vulnerabilities that make you capable of the deepest, most genuine love," Suguru said, his voice warm and soothing. "I've watched you from afar, and I've seen the kindness in your heart, the way you care for others, the way you listen. I know you're capable of love." Your eyes met his, and there was something in his gaze, an intensity you couldn't ignore. "I could say the same about you, Suguru. I've seen it in the way you've protected those dear to you and in how you've always been there for me." Your voice trembled slightly as you carried on. "I've admired you for a long time."

Suguru's fingers stilled in your hair, and he looked deep into your eyes. "You've admired me...?" He trailed off, his voice soft but tinged with surprise. You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest. "Yes, Suguru. More than that, actually, I... I've had feelings for you for a while now. I just never had the courage to admit it, especially when I was convinced that I couldn't love anyone."

A gentle smile crept across Suguru's face, and his fingers resumed their tender motion in your hair. "Y/N, you have no idea how long I've wanted to hear those words from you. I've been harboring these feelings for you, too, afraid that you didn't feel the same way."

Suguru's voice then softened even more, and his gaze held nothing but sincerity. "But please, don't worry about hurting me. I wholeheartedly trust and believe in you. I've seen the kindness and warmth in your heart, and I know that love isn't about one person doing all the work. It takes two to tango."

As you gazed into each other's eyes, the unspoken sentiments between you seemed to hang in the air, a tangible tension filled with anticipation. Suguru's fingers left your hair to gently cup your cheek, his thumb brushing lightly over your skin. The kiss that followed was soft and tentative, yet it carried a rush of warmth and a sense of long-awaited fulfillment. If someone stumbled upon the two of you, they'd probably find it adorable—like characters in a movie, finally realizing their feelings. The kiss marked a significant turning point, a sign that this slow-burning romance was finally moving forward.

Suguru eventually pulled away, but his gaze remained locked on yours, emanating warmth and longing. "Y/N, you are more than capable of love, and I want to demonstrate that to you. I want to be the one to prove it."

Your heart swelled with emotion, and you nestled even closer on his lap, burying your face in his chest while mumbling a soft thank you. Suguru's arms wrapped around you protectively, and his voice, already soft, sounded even more loving as he whispered, "You're welcome. It means a lot that you've entrusted your feelings to me."

Days turned into weeks, and your journey with Suguru had become a steady progression. You cherished every moment you spent together, learning more about each other and growing closer with each passing day. Your feelings deepened, and you both discovered the joy of sharing love with one another.

One evening, while you sat on Suguru's dorm room floor, surrounded by books and notes, he gently placed a cup of your favorite tea in front of you. You looked up and smiled, touched by his thoughtfulness.

"Y/N, there's something I've been wanting to do," Suguru said, his voice filled with anticipation.

You tilted your head, curious. "What is it?"

He reached for a book and opened it to a marked page. "I thought we could read together," he suggested with a playful glint in his eye. "We can take turns reading out loud. It's a way to share something new."

You nodded, captivated by the idea. "I'd love that."

As the two of you took turns reading, you found yourselves lost in the words of a story, sharing laughs and moments of quiet reflection. It was a simple yet meaningful way to strengthen your bond, and it felt like a promise of many more shared adventures to come.

In the weeks that followed, you both continued to grow as a couple, taking your time one step at a time. You embarked on more shared activities—exploring the city, discovering new cuisines, and even practicing jujutsu techniques together and going on missions together.

One evening, as you lay together on a blanket under the starlit sky, Suguru leaned in for a tender kiss. It was a kiss filled with love, and as you pulled away, he whispered, "I love you, Y/N."

You smiled, your heart full of affection. "I love you too, Suguru."

Suguru's eyes sparkled mischievously, and he couldn't help but tease you gently. "Told you you're more than capable of loving someone."

You chuckled, leaning in to place another soft kiss on his lips. With a playful glint in your eyes, you retorted, "Well, maybe I just needed the right person to come along and prove me wrong."

Suguru's laughter was as sweet as the night air, and he replied, "I'm honored to be that person, Y/N." He leaned in to seal your banter with another affectionate kiss.

It was a trait you'd discovered early in your relationship: Suguru was incredibly clingy and affectionate, and he had no reservations about showing it.

And as the two of you lay there, beneath the vast canvas of stars, you knew that your love story was just beginning.

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greenandsorrow · 4 months

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What once was.

the secret history fanfic

"One likes to think there's something in it, that old platitude amor vincit omnia. But if I've learned one thing in my short sad life, it is that that particular platitude is a lie. Love doesn't conquer everything. And whoever thinks it does is a fool."

I'm a fool... Richard was right. Love has the power to conquer many things, it can make the shy act brave and the brave act shy, but it cannot conquer death. I used to think Henry could not be conquered by neither love or death. I such was a fool.

Author's note 🦋

This story will be very self indulgent and maybe not for everyone! I am aware that the characters of the book aren't meant to be romanticised and I'm also aware of all the elitism and pretense that's portrayed in the book, but I still love it. If you love it too, you'll excuse me, I know it.🏛️🍂☕

No Bacchanal will take place in this fic. The characters will still be messed up, but not guilty of murder. Richard won't be the narrator. Another mention, this is Henry centred!

The Secret History left a big impression on me when I first read it (I've read it three times so far) because: I) I'm greek, live in Greece & speak greek, II) during high school I had to study ancient greek and latin too death 3) I am have a morbid longing for the picturesque at all costs.

I hope you'll like my attempt at inserting a new character. Obviously, this isn't even trying to compare to Donna Tart's exquisite talent, it's just fanfiction.

Next chapter will come out during summertime. That's just an introduction. I'm a bit insecure about writing something I aspire to be a bit more "serious", especially when it comes to my use of the English language, but it's fine I guess.

The title is basically "What once was" by Her's.

My OC, Rita, is definitely my shameless self insert. I didn't want to make her flawless, without any negative traits. I also wanted to explore the contradiction between a raw, almost bohemian person against Henry's perfectionistic and almost non-human at times personality. Rita is genuine, she is simple but in a complicated way (like all of us). She shares the same passion of the ancient world with her classmates, but not in their flamboyant manner. In a way it's her heritage, Plato, Homer & the twelve Gods of Olympus, but she embraces the fact in a grounded way, not in an obsessive one.

Just like the title is inspired by a song, so is Henry & Rita's backstory. The childhood I'll be referring to is inspired by Taylor Swift's song "seven". You don't have to be a Swiftie to enjoy this fic, but do listen to the song. It describes the purity of childhood friendships. Childhood friends that get separated for years only to find each other by chance (or fate) is all the information you need for now.

Warnings; possibility of smut/ nsfw content, mentions of childhood trauma and abandonment, triggering themes in general, physical injuries, mental issues, self harm, homophobic people from the 80's, some cute moments that might be out of character for the gang, stereotypes that I don't resign with but are part of the plot, dark themes that might have to do with death, pov changes

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bakerstreethound · 1 year

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A New Horizon | sherlock holmes

Summary: It’s the end of the semester and the night before graduating with your Bachelors Degree and you reflect on your journey. Sherlock, on the other hand, is determined to let you know how proud he is of you and your accomplishments.

Warnings: nothing but fluff and sweet sherlock

Please do NOT claim, repost, copy or translate my works to other sites. I only publish here and on A03. This fic is purely self-indulgent and I needed some comfort tonight and I hope you enjoy! Thank you for following me along on this journey! Comments and reblogs are most appreciated! Graphic is by @firefly-graphics

The last day of work was agonizing and you want nothing more than to sit down, rest your achy knees and think nothing about the future and what awaits. When you open the door to 221B, Sherlock’s chair is vacant, a long forgotten cup of tea on the endtable next to it along with a well worn book. It was a long boring day for him as well, however, the flat is eerily quite, not at all like the ruckus you usually find yourself surrounded in with him and John bickering or bantering, depending on the mood that day.

You sigh, leaving your bag on the kitchen table amidst the clutter and saunter down the hall into the bedroom, where you find the door left ajar. From there you notice movement, some part of you afraid it might be an intruder, but Sherlock’s scent envelopes you as you push the door open. You didn’t know what to expect but it certainly wasn’t him wearing a graduation cap – your graduation cap for the matter – along with your honor cords. He looked utterly ridiculous but you can’t deny the amusement, the smile pulling at the corners of your mouth.

“Boring day? Or did you and John get into an argument?” You lean against the doorframe, your smile morphing into a smirk at his bewildered expressing, but his eyes soften as the look you up and down, taking in your bedgraggled appearance and tired eyes, the yawn you try and fail to stifle.

“Reminiscing. The outfits are still as horrendous as ever, and these hats are ridiculous!” He grumbles, walking over to wrap you in his arms. You sink into his embrace, wanting to collapse and sleep for the next week.

“I’m proud of you. You worked so hard” He cups your face in his hands, forehead resting against yours, the tassel tickling your cheek, making you squint. Still, you lean in to him, your hand wrapping around the nape of his neck, breathing in the same air as you gently mess with a curl. Here you felt at peace, as if every worry in the world dissapated with his touch The tassel bobbles as he kisses you deeper, his body pressing into you, the missing piece of your puzzle.

“That tickles!”

“What, this?” He chuckles, kissing you softly, the tassel still brushing your cheek. You’d have to admit he looks nice in the odd squareboard hat, can imagine him in his university era, impish smug grin on his face. You didn’t have to try hard to imagine it, for Mrs. Holmes had showed you plenty of young Sherlock to to to his dismay. You thought him handsome, of course, but the mischievous glints in his eye when he was on the brink of cracking a case, or ready to discuss a concept way beyond your expertise filled you with warmth and affection. Deep down inside him, that lonely brilliant boy possed depths of love you couldn’t even fathom, but what he’s given you’ve never taken for granted, cherishing and holding tight to him.

“Penny for your thoughts?” He asks when he pulls away, lips a hairdsbreath from yours. You’re enraptured, utterly his wanting more, this closeness his gentleness was more than you could ever want.

You gaze up into his sapphhires, utterly captivating and you swallow. “I was caught up thinking of you, how lucky I am to have you by my side throughout all this. You’re part of this crazy journey and you know this Bachelors Degree was a crazy pursuit of mine and you never doubted me, I just don’t know how a thank you could suffice.”

He kisses you oh so softly, dipping you in his arms and you smile into the kiss, groaning as he deepens it, eyes dark and determined. So you allow yourself to fall, fall into the infinite depths of him and his love, the pride and affection he has bleeding through each kiss bursting into flam and desperation along your lips, causing you to gasp when you break, panting for air.

“You’re beautiful, intelligent, and mine.” His eyes simmer, full of hope love and adoration, for you are his universe and he’s in awe of you, what you’ve accomplished.

“Sherlock-”

He takes off the hat, placing it inside the garment bag hanging on the hook inside your closet. The prospect was daunting in some way, you didn’t want to trip let alone had no idea what to wear - you’d waited three years for this moment. A moment where all the tears you’d cried to the rooftops, pleading to pass an exam, writing until your bones ached in your fingers, your brain insisting it was never good enough. In the course of the next morning it would matter naught. You would be free, tackling the new horizon up ahead, Sherlock by your side ready as ever to help slay the dragons.

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whenthesnowfelloverwinterfell · 1 year

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Vatic - Prologue "Portrait"

Series Description : The youngest daughter of Alicent Hightower and Viserys Targaryen lives her life to her mother's will, treading lightly to always please her. Y/n lives to her mother's rules, and when she chooses to make her own decisions, that she knows go against her mother, they have disastrous consequences.

Chapter Description : The queen discovers a portrait of a long forgotten Targaryen princess.

A/n : This prologue is related to an old fic I wrote back in 2018/2020 that is available on Ao3. You do not have to read that entire fic in order to enjoy this one. You could even skip the prologue if you wanted. This chapter was super self indulgent lol. There will be a different version of this pic on Ao3 that has many more illusions to my old fic ( but it will be an original character rather than an x reader )

Warnings : None in this one I don't think.

Pairing : eventual Aemond Targaryen x Targaryen!Reader ( cannon typical targcest idk what to tell you )

Word Count : 2.4k

“Beautiful portrait,” Y/n commented, stepping up beside Samwell, his toddler son also admiring the portrait, while little Samwell was likely off with his mother, Gilly.

Samwell jumped a bit at her sudden appearance. “Apologies, your Grace, I didn’t know you were here.”

Y/n shrugged and shook her head, resting a hand on her swollen stomach. “Don’t apologize. it is the middle of the night, everyone has gone to bed, I wouldn’t suspect anyone to be awake either. Especially the queen, but it seems I am carrying a restless prince.” she joked, examining the portrait in front of her. a gold-painted frame protecting it. even in the low lighting with only two lanterns to light the corridor, you could see the cracks in the varnish of the painting. It was old.

“Which of the noble houses sent this one? We have dozens in storage. I’ve tried to tell their lords and ladies to stop sending them until the keep was fully rebuilt.”

She could feel Samwell turn his head to look at her, the same way Jon usually did whenever he knew something that she didn’t. One of them certainly had picked it up from the other during the years at the northern wall.

“Queen Sansa sent it. It only just arrived today.”

That brought a smile to Y/n’s lips. Just hearing the name of her beloved friend would always warm her heart. Knowing she was safe in her ancestral home, which she had longed to return to for many years. “Then I shall make an exception, I won’t return this one.” As she said it she reached out and with delicate fingers, touched the ornate carvings in the frame, noticing the entanglement of what seemed to be a direwolf and what, in the dull lighting, appeared to be a bat’s wing within the carving.

“Your Grace?” Y/n turned her head now to look at the maester.

“Yes, Samwell?”

“Do you know who this is?” Y/n looked toward the portrait once more, examining the woman’s face. Pale skin clashed with the dark fabric she wore for her portrait, a slim silver coronet, encrusted with sapphires adorning her head with what, at some point, must’ve clearly been a sheer veil covering her hair. The work in the portrait was beautiful, perfectly encapturing the woman’s resentful expression. That resentment could have once been any number of things. Love, sorrow, happiness. . . It reminded her of a portrait of her mother she’d seen once while she’d been at Casterly Rock as a child.

“I can’t say that I do.” She admitted, stepping back from it. “It seems she’s a stranger to me.”

There was a moment of silence until Samwell’s son yawned and leaned into his father’s embrace, bringing a small smile to her face once more.

“The portrait is of Y/n Targaryen.”

“That’s not a Targaryen name. That’s a Lannister name.” Y/n spoke, continuing to admire the woman’s expression.

“A Lannister once married into Hightower. . . many centuries ago. The name went with her. And it would appear that Queen Alicent was able to name her daughter after her own mother”

The thought seemed silly to the queen. She and a Targaryen Princess sharing a name.

“I know most people in Westeros do not know of her, but I would have assumed that someone who was brought up as a princess, and offered the best education would practically know the entire Targaryen family tree.”

Y/n chuckled a bit while the babe that had decided to grow in her belly chose to kick. “I learned most of what Grand Maester Pycell was supposed to teach me and my brother on my own. There’s not much you can learn from an old man who smells like a dead cat and speaks at the same pace that a tortoise walks, all the while Joffrey was trying to stab me with his quill. Forgive me if I missed a few lessons about Targaryen royalty that was not an heir, nor involved in any war.”

Samwell took in a sharp breath.

“Y/n was born not even a full year after her older brother, Aemond, we know that it wasn’t any more than a year, but we don’t know exactly how long, the dates are fuzzy. Maesters wrote that they were shocked when Queen Alicent had a child after Y/n. They were convinced that having two children so close together would prevent her from ever being with child again. It was said that Y/n’s birth was the most painful Alicent Hightower ever had. The bloodiest and longest. Her screams were heard throughout the entire Red Keep. Her brothers and sister crying up a storm from it. Princess Rhaenyra tried to seek out solitude in the gardens, but she could still hear the Queen from there. . . And then nothing. Not a cry, or scream. King Viserys, with all the strength he had at that time, rushed to Alicent’s childbed when he noticed silence had taken over the keep. When he’d burst into the room. Alicent was sitting on the ground blood underneath her, on the sheets, the maester, the midwives, and on the septa. . . In Alicents arms was Y/n.”

Samwell grew quiet.

“And?” Y/n inquired, looking at the maester with intrigue.

Samwell looked at Y/n, yet his eyes refused to fully meet hers, darting around her face and hair instead before he took a steep intake of air and looked back at the portrait. “Y/n looked like a Targaryen. She had pale skin, the silver hair. . . but unlike her siblings when they were born, she was quiet, looking around the room until she was given to her mother. It’s said that Alicent had begun to cry when she looked at Y/n. Because instead of having the Targaryen eyes, she had Alerie Hightower’s eyes. Alicent’s mother’s eyes, mostly anyway.”

Y/n looked back at the portrait once more, stepping closer to the portrait and grabbing the lantern hanging from the wall, clumsily crouching down, her stomach throwing her balance off. Holding the lantern close to the portrait, she was able to make out the color of richly saturated green eyes,a sector of what was Y/n’s left iris having a portion of lilac, in the same shape as a slice of pie.

“I’ve never heard of this princess, Samwell.”

“Most people don’t speak of her now. But she was a force back then. After her and her husband’s deaths, and after her second-oldest son became the lord, his wife got rid of almost every painting, piece of jewelry, or clothing that Y/n hadn’t given to her daughters before her death. She tried to erase her existence. She almost succeeded. We wouldn’t even truly know what she looked like had one of her own sons not snuck this portrait away and hid it with his sister at Karhold. She’s hardly ever spoken about when maesters write their histories on the dance of dragons, a brief mention. And it would seem people who are descended from her, hardly know it.”

Y/n continued to look at the portrait, admiring the detail. the silver coronet likely ornately engraved and bejewled to fit a Targaryen princess, or perhaps, in real life, it was as understated as it was in the portrait. “Why would Sansa send this to us? If it was in the north then it should remain where she’s been kept all this time, should it not?”

Silence overtook them again. This time however, Y/n was so absorbed in staring at the woman in the painting, feeling as though she recognized her eyes, yet at the same time knowing she’d never seen this painting before, nor had she ever heard of Y/n Targaryen.

“Your Grace. . . Is it alright if I take you to my library? There’s a book that an Archmaester from the citadel sent me recently. . . It’s about Y/n.”

“Samwell, I’m the queen and a mother to three young girls who know no such thing as peace, I’d never eat if it wasn’t for my husband practically holding me down and forcing me to, I doubt I’d have the time to read installments about a strangers life.”

“Y/n. . .”

Y/n looked up at Samwell once more, his son passed out in his arms, a pleading look in his eyes, practically begging her to just go with him to the library. “your uncle will soon have to fill in for you after you’ve had the babe. And you’re the queen, you can do as you’d like. And I’m sure Jon will have you confined to your bed fairly soon.” Y/n gave a bitter chuckle. It seemed it was clear to everyone in the castle that the Queen’s husband had grown extremely protective of her as she’d entered the late stages of her third pregnancy. The only one he’d been there for its entirety. It wasn’t his fault, just the fault of their circumstances when they’d first come together, and the circumstances of the end of the war.

“He’ll be doting on the babe so much you’ll have more than enough time to get through the book. It’s not as long as most I have.”

“Alright,” Y/n spoke as she stood up bracing one hand against the wall as she did, taking one look at the portrait again as she followed Samwell to his library, where he’d pulled out what looked to be an ancient book, bound in black leather, with red metallic paint in the indents to spell out the name of the book. ‘The Forgotten Princess, Y/n Targaryen.’

“Giving me a book to answer a simple question is something Tyrion would do.” Y/n joked, taking the heavy book from the maester. “Get your son to bed. I’m sure Gilly won’t be pleased come tomorrow if her youngest son fusses all day.”

Samwell nodded, and with that, Y/n left his library, carrying the book and the lantern as she made her way back to her chambers, as she approached the door, she saw Jon speaking with the guard outside their door, Brienne.

A grin crept onto her face as Jon’s head turned, and he spotted her making her way down the hall. “Y/n!” he scolded, making quick strides to meet her where she was. “I woke up and you were gone, Brienne said she didn’t see you leave.” As Jon reached her, he quickly pulled her into his embrace, kissing the crown of her head, one of his hands resting on the side of her bump.

“I went for a walk.” She explained, looking over to Brienne.

“Your Grace, you had us worried.”

“I thank every god, old, new, the drowned god, whatever gods the Targaryens believed in that the Targaryen put secret passageways into the castle.” Y/n said, leaning up to kiss her husband’s cheek with reassurance.

“You shouldn’t be using the passageways.” He scoffed, worry clearly written into his face, his fingers getting a tight grip on her lower back. “We don’t know which ones are safe or not.”

It had been a discussion before, how Daenerys’s attack on King’s Landing, and on the Red Keep destroyed some of the passageways, and made the others structurally unsound. It was why Y/n and Jon had ensured that Lucia hadn’t been given a room with any passageways, or at least not any that were easy to access. It was why the twins slept in their nursery with a nursemaid still.

“I needed solitude,” Y/n said quietly, resting her head on his chest, taking in the sound of his beating heart. It was going faster than it usually did. She’d worried him. “I apologize, my love.” she added, pulling her head away from his chest, bringing a hand to hold the side of his face. “You’ve slept so peacefully these last few months, I did not think I’d wake you. Come,” she ushered, grabbing his hand with her own, stepping towards the open bed-chamber door. “Let us go back to bed.”

“Your Grace, for your safety please do not use the passageways,” Brienne spoke as Y/n made it through the threshold of the doorway, Jon closing it not long after. She didn’t even have a second to sit down before he wrapped his arms around her again.

It had taken her off guard. She didn’t know what to make of his current state. She hadn’t seen him like this in nearly two years.

“It terrified me.” he confided. “I used to have these dreams. . . when I was at the wall. That I would wake up next to you, That we’d lived entire lives with one another, and whenever I was about to wake up, the dream would have me waking up to an empty bed.” His voice was shaking. “I thought it was a dream. That any second I would wake up and find myself back at the wall.”

Y/n wrapped her free arm around his torso, holding him as close to her as she could, given the obstruction of her bump between them. What words could she have possibly come up with to give him any comfort? He was scared to lose her. And she’d be lying if she said she hadn’t had similar dreams.

After a moment’s silence, she pulled away, once again, resting her hand against the side of his face. “You will never awake at the wall again. Because If you do, I’m back here again. . . scheming young girl being used as a political pawn. But neither of us will be back to those states. . . we’re here. You are my husband, the war is over, we have three beautiful daughters, and a handsome son on the way-”

“Daughter.” Jon interrupted, the ghost of a grin playing at the corners of his lips.

“Don’t say that.” Y/n shook her head. “I want a son this time. If you haven't given me a boy I’m going to be very upset with you.”

The two stared at one another. Eyes that had both seen so much, that had searched for each other across dinners and court events from opposite ends of the hall.

“You made me forget what I was going to say, I was trying to be sweet!” Y/n withdrew her hand from his cheek, playfully hitting his chest. An eruption of laughter bubbled up from his throat, throwing his head back and grabbing hold of the hand that had hit him.

Y/n scowled at him, watching as his laughter died down and he looked down at her once more. “I knew what you were going to say, my love.” Jon put both hands on her hips. “I know that this is what is real, But sometimes I believe my mind likes to play tricks on me.”

Jon looked down to Y/n’s side, noticing the book in her hands. “What is that?” He inquired.

Y/n lifted it up for him to see. “A book about Y/n Targaryen. Samwell loaned it to me after Sansa sent a portrait of her”

“I’ve never heard of the name before.”

“Nor have I.” Y/n agreed.

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krnzysh · 1 year

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FAVORITE NUMBER ?

SUMMARY where you finally say yes to your suitor in a creative way

CHARACTER kamisato ayato x gn!reader

CW very self indulgent, modern au, gender neutral reader, just pure fluff, angst if you squint, rushed fic, mentions of crying, overthinking, use of call signs, not proofread. lmk if I missed any

[ 💬 ] LOVE, AIKA ¹this is the result of my spin the wheel journey. fluff for now hehehe might post angst soon? idk depends on how busy/motivated I am. ²i got this idea after watching this tiktok wjdhfdndo

“I’m on my way,” Ayato spoke from the other side of the call.

Today marked the 2nd year Ayato had been courting you. Throughout those two years, Ayato had always been patient.

For two years he had been working hard to get that single word from you finally.

Every day for the last two years, he never failed to show you how important you are to him.

Ayato always said to take your time, and that he’s not rushing you to enter a relationship with him.

Despite this, you couldn’t help but worry. What if he got tired of waiting for you? What if he finds someone else to love? So many what-ifs ran through your head.

Ayato knew, he always knew about those thoughts you have, he did his best to quell your worries. It always worked.

Today, you wanted to finally answer the long-asked question. You wanted to tell him “Yes”.

But what's the fun in just telling him? So you concocted a plan together with his sister, Ayaka, who had always been supportive of you both.

Your train of thoughts came to a halt when you heard a knock on your door.

Grabbing your things, and making a beeline to the door, there greeted you the sight of your boyfriend-to-be, holding a bouquet of crochet flowers.

You swear you felt your heart beat faster at the sight.

He wrapped you up in his embrace before handing the bouquet which contained an assortment of flowers.

Returning the hug albeit a bit tighter, and giving his cheek a kiss as a thank you.

He chuckled, his ears turning a pink hue.

"Hi, love" Ayato greeted you,

"Hello" It was your turn to get flustered, he was truly a very unpredictable man, as mischievous as he is, you can't deny the fact that is one of his many quirks that you fell in love with.

Noticing you reddening cheeks, he let out another chuckle. 'Adorable', he thought.

Being the gentleman he is, he walked you to his car with a hand on the small of your back. Opening the door and helping you buckle your seat.

The drive to the location was a quiet one, you loved the fact that no matter how many words were spoken be it none or thousands, you never felt empty, his presence alone was enough to fill your heart.

"We're here," Ayato announced after parking the car.

The view was one you could never forget, it was breathtaking.

The setting sun made it more ethereal, it was like a scene from a book, it looked so unreal.

But to Ayato? You were the most breathtaking view, seeing you gaze at the unending sky with your sparkling eyes.

He fell in love with you all over again.

He uttered your name, beckoning you to come sit with him. He fed you the snacks he brought, and even cuddled you close to him.

After awhile of just sitting together and talking about what not, you gaze into his lavender eyes, you find yourself lost in them.

'Now's the chance' you thought. It was finally time to give him your long awaited gift.

"Ayato?"

He hummed in response, knowing he's listening you decided to continue on.

"What's your favorite number from 1 to 30?"

Though surprised by the sudden question, he nonetheless answered, "19, why?"

Still a bit anxious, you decided to stall more, so, you asked again

"Aside from 19?"

"26, my birthdate"

He answered despite the initial confusion.

"Do you want to know mine?"

"Of course, I want to know everything there is about you"

'Smooth.' you though to yourself.

"My favorite number is 6, ask me why,"

Without any hesitation, he asked "Why?"

"That would be our monthsary!" you replied, anxiously waiting for his reaction.

Pure confusion was written all over his face that you couldn't help but let out a small giggle.

It still hasn't registered in his head, 'monthsary..?' what could it ever mean?

Then it all clicked, you were finally saying yes to his courting!

His face glowed red, salty droplets of tears rolled down his face, he couldn't help it can he?

"Love, are you serious right now?"

"Of course I am. Today is April 6 right?"

"May 6 would be our first monthsary then."

"That's right, what am I to you now?"

"My lover"

"Let's make it official, Love"

That was the first time you ever called him Love outside of texts, he felt butterflies fluttering all over is stomach at that very moment.

"I love you so much," He said, the first to many more.

"I love you too" you told him, leaning your forehead against his, staring at each other with so much love and adoration.

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shiftingparadise · 1 year

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Hi, I fell sick. Can I have just one warm cup of soft spot, please? 🥺 No fic has ever been this comforting to me so I would not confine you to a sick reader theme. You can make it as self- indulgent as you prefer, I'd love it anyway. ❤️

Hi sweetie, I'm so sorry you're sick. I hope you get better soon 🥺🤍 Hopefully, you like what I did with it. Thanks for your kind words and get better soon 🤍✨

Word count: 2968

Warnings: the end is smutty

“Why are you cooking?”, you ignored the cold tiles underneath your bare feet as you got closer, “You never cook”. “Darling, we’ve discussed this”. “Right”, you rolled your eyes, “Don’t worry. I’ll make my own dinner”.

“Not necessary. You’ll be sleeping in a hotel with Fei tonight. He made a reservation at his favorite restaurant around 8”.

“What?”, your eyes went round in surprise.

“What’s wrong?”, Chrollo looked over his shoulder, only to see glossy eyes staring back at him. “Darling?”, he laid down his knife as he walked toward you.

“Y-you’re having a girl over when I’m not here?”. “So?”, he frowned, “You’ll be having a good time with Fei”.

Why did your legs start to shake?

“I’m staying”, your heart raced at your bold response.

“Excuse me?”, he chuckled, “That’s not your decision darling”. “It is!”, you took a step backward, “How can you invite a girl over when I’m not here?”. “She’ll be gone by the end of the night”, a smirk on his face, “Anyway, I can’t have you here. You know how your safety is everything to me”.

“What did you do for her to agree to come here? Sleep with her? Is that what you want to do tonight?”.

What was this pressure on your chest?

“Darling, don’t take it too far”.

You already did, didn’t you?

“I’m staying”. “You’re not”. “I am!”, you raised your voice at how powerless you felt.

“Don’t yell at me”, a cold look in his eyes, “Don’t raise your voice at me”. “Fuck you”, a shallow whisper that changed everything.

Fuming. Chrollo was more than just mad, you could see it in the way his knuckles went white, in the way he didn’t wipe your tears from your cheeks. You went too far, as always.

“I don’t care that you’re jealous, Y/N”, his brows pulled together, a painfully distant look in his eyes.

Your name. You can’t remember the last time he used it.

“But I don’t care for your arrogance. Have I ever acted like this? Have I ever screamed at you for picking Feitan over me? For loving Feitan instead of me?”.

Right. You hurt him more than once by now.

“She’s only coming here, so I can steal her nen-ability to save you. I’m doing this for you, and you’re acting like a brat. I even booked a hotel for the two of you, with a nice spa, a nice restaurant, and you’re acting like this? As if I don’t treat you right? As if I would choose anyone above you?”.

“C-chrollo-“, “I don’t want to hear it. Just get your stuff and leave. Fei’s on his way to pick you up”. “Chrollo wait-“.

Something wasn’t right. It felt as if the surrounding air was suffocating you, as if the walls were closing in.

“Y/N?”, his anger turned into worry, “W-wait-“.

Why did he seem so far away?

“C-chrollo?”, a fragile whisper as you noticed the drops of blood on the ground, “I-I don’t feel well-“.

Without any warning, you could feel the soft, and warm embrace of comforting darkness.

“Y/N? Wake up”, a distant voice in the darkness, “Fuck! Feitan!”.

Tired. You were too tired to respond, so you did what felt right. You let the darkness consume you, embrace you, and cradle you into a deep sleep.

---

“Chrollo?”, a raspy whisper as you tried to sit up straight, “S-shit”.

Your hand immediately tried to stop the throbbing sensation inside your head.

“Darling?”, “Y/N?”.

Two familiar voices greeted your ears.

“W-what happened?”. “You fainted”, Chrollo’s eyes darker than usual. “Don’t worry”, Feitan responded, “A doctor checked on you, said you were emotionally exhausted. It’s probably because of everything that happened”.

Right. You did get a good scare when Hisoka kidnapped you.

“I’m sorry, darling, I shouldn’t have yelled at you”. “It doesn’t matter now”, Feitan coldly added, “How are you feeling?”.

A warm feeling rushed over you as Feitan lifted the sheets, eagerly crawling into bed with you.

“Fine”, you let out a shaky sigh as he pulled you closer. “C-chrollo?”, you looked across the room when he didn’t do the same.

“W-where’s Chrollo?”, your eyes darted towards the door. “He left a minute ago”, Feitan tightened his grip around you. “W-why? Where did he go?”. “Get some rest”, Feitan brushed a strand of hair from your forehead, “Doctor said you needed to”.

---

“Fei? Where’s Chrollo? I haven’t seen him since yesterday”, you wanted to get out of bed as you saw him enter, but your body wouldn’t allow it. “Shit”, Feitan sighed as he caught you just in time, “Stay in bed, please. Can’t stand to see you like this”.

“Where’s Chrollo?”, you whispered, eyes glossy. “Out”, Feitan softly replied, “Don’t worry-“. “What are you hiding from me? Where’s Chrollo? I want to call him, give me your phone, Fei!”. “Calm down”, Feitan pulled you close to him when he noticed your breathing got faster. “N-no, I’m serious, Fei! Give me your phone!”. “Y/N, calm down-“.

Why was he acting like this? Why couldn’t you call Chrollo?

“Give me the fucking phone Feitan!”, “I don’t know where he is”.

“W-what?”, you widened your eyes, “Y-you-“. “He left the morning you woke up, and I haven’t seen or heard of him since”. “W-why didn’t you tell me? What if something happened?”.

“I didn’t want you to worry. You already collapsed because we couldn’t-“. “Is that what this is about?”, you chuckled, tears streaming down your cheek, “That’s why he left, right? He felt guilty because we were fighting when I-“.

“Enough”, Feitan raised his hand, “You need to rest”. “N-no, I-I need to find him. I need to tell him that this isn’t his fault”.

“Y/N-“.

You paused as you felt his touch on your shoulder blade. It never felt so gentle, so soft.

“Please, get some rest. I’m worried about you. I’m sure he’ll be back in a couple of days”. “R-right”, you reluctantly laid back down, “Sorry Fei”. “Don’t worry”, he softly covered your body with the warm sheets, “Get some rest, okay?”.

---

How long had it been since the last time you saw Chrollo? Five days?

“Eat”, Feitan supported your back as he held the plate of food in front of you, “You have to eat”. “I-I’m not hungry”, dark circles underneath your eyes. “Don’t make me force you”.

His normally cold and distant expression disappeared over the past few days. Feitan’s eyes were filled with worry, and you couldn’t blame him.

“H-huh?”, you widened your eyes as you heard the front door open. “C-chrollo?”, you whispered, immediately getting out of bed.

“Y/N, wait-“.

You ignored Feitan as you rushed downstairs, not caring how weak and sick you felt.

“C-chrollo?”, you froze as you saw him. He looked tired, even sad.

“You shouldn’t be out of bed”, he softly replied.

“Where were you?”, Feitan’s cold voice filled the room, along with a sudden tension.

“Out”.

“Out?”, you chuckled, legs already shaking, “We’ve been worried sick about you-“. “Y/N-”, Feitan’s arms wrapped around you as you felt your legs give up underneath you.

Chrollo didn’t look at you. He just kept staring at the ground, his hands in his pockets.

“Let’s get you back in bed, okay?”, Feitan easily picked you up, “I’m sure boss has a good explanation”.

“W-wait-”. “Feitan’s right”, Chrollo coldly replied, “You should get back into bed”.

---

“Hm?”, you tiredly rubbed your eyes as you could hear voices coming from downstairs.

You softly got out of bed, making your way toward the kitchen.

“What did you want me to do, Fei? Tell her? Is that what you want me to do? I’ve searched, day and night. The girl was my last option, and I can’t find her anymore”. “Do something! Do anything!”, Feitan raised his voice, something he rarely did. “I’m trying! Every single one of the Spiders is looking to save her!”.

“Save who?”, you softly whispered as you saw the desperation in their eyes. “Darling”, Chrollo faked a smile, “It’s nothing, why don’t you go back to bed?”. “W-who?”, you looked at Feitan, whose eyes were fixed on the ground.

Feitan couldn’t lie. He never could.

“Am I sick?”, you wrapped your arm around your stomach as you felt a sharp pain, “Fei?”. “Come here”, Chrollo placed a kiss on your cheek, “No one’s sick. Let’s watch something, here”.

You kept your eyes glued onto Feitan as Chrollo picked you up and placed you on the couch in the living room. The way his eyes were studying the floor as he followed behind Chrollo worried you.

“Chrollo?”, you pulled your knees to your chest as he placed a blanket on top of you, “Be honest with me, please”.

Tears? Why were there tears in his eyes?

You desperately searched for his eyes as he turned his head to the side, “Fei? Can one of you be honest with me?”.

“Tell her”, Feitan turned his back as he headed to his basement.

He left because he couldn’t deal with this. Even though it seemed as if he lacked empathy most of the time, you knew he felt too much for you.

“What? Tell me what, Chrollo?”. “Hisoka hired someone to poison you. It’s done with nen, so there isn’t an antidote to it. I’ve been searching for someone with a purifying nen-ability, but there aren’t many. When I found someone, I ordered Machi and Pakunoda to watch her, but it seems she disappeared in thin air”.

“W-what poison? What will happen to me?”.

Is that why you felt so weak?

“Nothing because we’ll find someone”. “Y-you just said you couldn’t-“, “Then I’ll find whoever did this and kill them”.

But that’s not how it worked. It didn’t matter how much Chrollo wanted to find someone to heal you or save you. If he failed, you’d die. It was the painfully simple truth.

“I know”, you convinced yourself to trust him, to trust Feitan.

---

“She won’t make it to the end of the week”, Feitan gritted his teeth, your cold hand in his. “We’ll find someone. I trust my Spiders”, Chrollo’s lips brushed against the palm of his hands, his eyes fixed on your gray skin. “I’m going to look for that clown, like you should’ve”. “You don’t think I did?”, Chrollo followed Feitan’s every move, “You don’t think I looked for whoever did this?”.

“Tsk”, Feitan narrowed his eyes, “How can you be this calm?”. “I trust them”, he gently stroked your cheek, “They’ll find someone”.

---

It felt peaceful. The cool breeze of a summer night, the dim light of the moon shining on your sheets. You felt sick, weak, and starved, but you felt at peace, nonetheless. If this was the night you were going to leave this world, you’d be at peace.

‘Why are you here?”, Chrollo kept his eyes fixed on you. “Oh? Where’s Feitan?”, a calculated voice coming from the door behind him.

“Why are you here?”, Chrollo calmly repeated himself, but the fire in his heart grew bigger by the second.

“Hm”, shallow steps grew closer, your sight too blurry to see who. “One step closer, and I’ll kill you”, Chrollo’s dark eyes followed the figure. “What if I told you I can save her? The poor girl must feel very ill-“.

“Why are you here, Illumi?”, Chrollo slowly stood up, now acting as a wall between you and the assassin.

“I know someone who can save her”. “What do you want in return?”, Chrollo wasn’t stupid, he knew how these things worked.

An eye for an eye.

“I want two things”, he almost robotically raised two fingers in the air.

“Name them”.

“I want to become a Spider and I want you to keep an eye on my little brother. It seems he let his feelings get in the way, and I’m worried about his safety”.

“Whatever”, Chrollo turned his back towards Illumi, “Just save her”.

You could hear the conversation play like a broken record in the back of your mind, but you couldn’t, no matter how hard you tried, take part.

---

“There’s my darling”, Chrollo happily smiled as you woke up, “The Sleeping Beauty is finally awake after three days”. “T-three days?”, you looked across the room, unsure if this was real or another feverish dream. “It’s fine. We’re both here”, Chrollo brushed through your hair, “Fei? She’s awake”.

“I heard”, Feitan lazily leaned against the doorframe, his hair still wet from the shower.

You felt weak, but your heart already skipped a beat when you saw how handsome he looked without a shirt and his hair still wet.

“Let’s go to the bathroom, shall we?”, Chrollo carefully picked you up, “A warm bath will make you feel better”.

“W-what happened?”, you buried your head into the crook of his neck. “We found someone”, Chrollo tightened his grip, “You’re fine now”.

You smiled as the warm water greeted your cold skin. For the past few weeks, you felt so cold, no matter how many blankets you wrapped around you, no matter how many hot showers you took…

“Here”, Feitan sat down on the edge of the tub, “Take these”. “W-what’s this?”, you frowned at the colorful pills in his hand. “Vitamins”, he gently grabbed your jaw, “Open”. “F-fei”, you tried to resist, but his grip only tightened. “Not playing games”, his expression never so serious, “Open”.

You reluctantly opened your mouth. Ignoring the foul taste of the pills.

“Drink”, he picked up a glass of water before placing it against your lips. “T-thanks”, you gently wiped your mouth. “You’ll be taking them every morning from now on”, Feitan stood back up, “Whether you like it or not”.

It was sweet. The way he showed his concern, or rather how he tried to hide it.

“Be nice to her, Fei”, Chrollo smirked, “Our darling needs to be taken care of”.

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“Chrollo, Fei”, you rushed down the stairs, “Look!”.

God, you were stunning.

“Careful”, Chrollo softly cleared his throat as he saw you running down the stairs, “Don’t want you to fall.

It’s been a few weeks, but you finally felt like yourself again.

“So? What do you think?”, you happily turned around, your dress flowing through the air.

“You look divine”, Chrollo placed a soft kiss on your temple as he grabbed your hand. “Hm”, Feitan added coldly, his hands in his pocket but his eyes glued on you, “Let’s go, driver’s waiting”.

Relief flooded over you as you tasted the fresh air of the night. It’s been so long since you got to do this. Since you had the energy to do this.

“So, where are we going?”, you smiled as you laid your head on Feitan’s shoulder, your hand intertwined with Chrollo’s.

You loved this. Sitting between them, both of their body’s touching yours.

“Booked a nice suite for us”, Chrollo’s thumb started drawing circles on your hand, “And I may have asked the Spiders to join us for dinner. Since you’re dying to get to know them-“. “Y-you did? Am I finally going to meet them? All of them? Not only Shalnark and the girls?”. “All of them”, Chrollo chuckled. “They’re idiots, can’t see why you’re so eager to meet them”, Feitan sighed in response.

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“W-wait”, you tried to push Chrollo away from you as you saw Feitan unbuttoning his shirt. “Why?”, Chrollo kept placing sloppy kisses on your neck and collarbone, “I’ve waited the entire night for this”. “I w-want Fei to watch”, you arched your back, hands tugging at Chrollo’s dark hair.

“What?”, Feitan widened his eyes, his jaw clenching in disagreement.

“You heard her, little Fei”.

You knew Chrollo was going to enjoy this. The only reason you did this was for him. You wanted to show him you loved him just as much as you loved Feitan.

“Tsk”, Feitan angrily threw his shirt onto the floor before sitting down on the couch, “I don’t care how tired you are, he’s watching after he’s done with you”.

“What’s wrong? Jealous?”, Chrollo smirked at his friend as he slowly crawled on top of you.

You gently unbuttoned his shirt as he kissed you. Chrollo was always the one who kissed you as if you were made out of glass, unlike Feitan, who often left your lips bruised.

“Ready?”, Chrollo asked once his pants were thrown onto the ground, your dress lazily pulled up to your stomach. “Hm”, you shyly nodded.

You always loved this. The way he asked if you were ready.

“S-shit’, nails dragging across his back, trying to pull him closer. “Easy darling”, Chrollo chuckled, “Be a good girl and look at Fei, want you to see how jealous he is of me right now”.

You smiled as you looked at the dark-haired figure in the chair. The thought that Feitan was watching how Chrollo thrust in and out of you drove you crazy.

“Tell him how I make you feel”, Chrollo softly bit your neck, “Tell him how you’re clenching around me because he’s watching”.

“H-he’s fucking me so good, Fei. I-I-“.

“Enough”, Feitan stood up from the chair, “I’ll watch him fuck you while I stuff that bratty mouth of yours”.

“You wanted this”, you smirked at Chrollo as Feitan took off his pants. “Little Fei was getting impatient”, he sweetly kissed you, “I’ll take you for myself once we're back home. One night, just the two of us”.

“I love you”, you softly whispered in his ear, arms wrapped around his neck, “I’m sorry I didn’t show it before”.

It hurt to see the disbelief in Chrollo’s eyes. You didn’t realize how your attention was fully devoted to Feitan because Chrollo was often gone.

“Enough of the sweet talk”, Feitan grabbed your jaw, “Open. I’ve waited long enough, darling”.

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potato-frenzy · 2 months

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Something I think about often is how the fact that the Seven Deadly Sins may be the embodiments of their sins but hold dear aspects of their former virtues. Whether it be in changed or obfuscated ways that complement their purview.

Asmodeus keeping the purity of romanticism and sentimentality separate from the debauchery of his club. Some things are meant to be sacred. Love is a deeply private thing for him, his devotion to Fizz is pure. He abhors love potions that take away choice and taints the purity of love and lust both. Consent is important, it keeps things clean and good. The former angel of purity holds these things dear.

Beelzebub encourages indulgence to hedonistic heights and depths, embracing your desires to experience and consume. She provides the space and supplies to do so, a watchful eye over all of it. She knows where the line is, gorging to self destruction defeats the purpose of gluttony. You can't keep indulging if you're dead. She discourages gluttony as self harm and she provides specifically a safe place to feast and revel while she monitors. The former angel of temperance will help her people pace themselves.

Mammon comports all his enterprises to be some form of public good or service to the people. Giving people what they want and the fee taken is worth what he provides. But he also gives chances to less fortunate to have their moment, to shine and receive the adulation and praise they will continue to work for. He denies exploitation and proclaims it's all for the people. The former angel of generosity convinces himself that he is still giving.

I can only imagine what the other sins will be like, I've seen a couple fics speculating on Belphegor being a workaholic overcompensating on the rest and self care. When your previous life revolved around the concept of diligence, I wouldn't be surprised if she pawns as much off on others as she can. Keeps herself so plied with soothers so she doesn't tear herself apart with the need to be doing EVERYTHING.

No one's touched on Satan probably being hyper aggressive and angry as a rejection of what he once was. His virtue was meekness and I can see him having such a visceral hatred of softness. Seeing it as weakness. Another facet to wrath is sullenness and the explosive rages are probably accompanied by deep depressions.

Leviathan is someone no one talks about either and all I can think is the crushing insecurity that is borne of wanting to be or have what is someone else's. Envy is an ugly thing because it destroys the thing it grows inside of. His virtue was charity, essentially selflessness. Building up others without regard for the self. We see denizens of Envy who seek to tear down others in order to build themselves up. I can see Leviathan as someone who overly focuses on other's achievements.

And Lucifer. The King of Hell, the Sin of Pride. His pride keeps him from admitting fault in much if any area of his life and the entirety of his reign has been an open wound upon his ego. A continual punishment. But in repairing his relationship with his daughter, he's starting to call on the humility that he was supposed to have embodied.

There is not a day I am not thinking about the Cardinal Sins and the Hellaverse has given me so many thoughts that I want to scream about. I might make another post going into my thoughts on the war and how different the Cardinals are after millennia away from heaven except for Lucifer.

#hazbin hotel #helluva boss #hellaverse #so many thoughts #character study

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billiedeansbitch · 1 year

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𝐥𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐲

(𝐋𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

note: another self-indulgent fic for my favorite principal. it's all fluff despite the title.

The bed was warm, sunlight pouring, unrestrained by the sheer curtains casting a soft glow in the room. It felt peaceful and calm.

You relaxed further into Larissa, resting your head on her chest, and draping your arm across her waist as they slipped under the night shirt she wore, the pads of your fingers tenderly caressing the soft expanse of skin. She let out a noise, responding to your little ministrations while her lips twitched to a miniscule grin.

Mornings like this, where in you could indulge in her embrace without having to break off anytime soon, would always be your favorite.

"You're staring" It summoned your attention.

She knew you were staring despite having her eyes closed. It was like she developed a sixth sense solely for you wherein she could detect when your eyes were on her. Or perhaps it was the fact that she spent so much time with you, probably more than anyone could ever guess, that she could tell whatever you were doing even with her eyes closed.

Just then it downed to her how intimate it was, how wholesome this was for her.

With a cheeky smile you confirmed it, "I am" abandoning her waist to trace subtle lines on her chest.

Larissa opened her eyes, revealing those sapphire blues, they were always a little lighter in the morning.

She moved propping her elbow and resting her head on her hand, she looked down on you, "You always do that. It concerns me."

"How so?"

"Isn't it always the beginning of a murder mystery movie where in the wife resent her partner and plots their death?" she replied a little too serious it made you burst into laughter.

"You mostly inspire sexual fantasies, love."

"Like what?" she countered, eyes narrowing on you.

A mischievous gleam appeared in your eyes. You leaned forward, your eyes falling on her supple lips "Fucking you on your desk while you're engaged in an important call."

Because let's be honest, seeing Larissa fell apart under you while keeping her composure and voice intact while you torture her was too hot

"Oh, actually I have a call to make later this afternoon in my office."

"Do you now?"

She bit her lip whilst giving you a nod, "Mhmm"

Right then you felt these butterflies erupting inside your ribcage. You were so in love, so taken by this celestial being that the thought alone of having the privilege to wake up in her arms every morning pushed a tear down your cheek.

An "Oof" came out of her lips in surprise when you lunge yourself toward her, draping your body above hers with a bone-crashing embrace, your face flat on her chest.

"Let's stay like this all day." It was a weak mumble, the woman under you couldn't have heard it if you weren't so close to her.

Larissa smiled, already melting into your antics, "Anything you want, my love." It pinched your heart how soft-spoken her words were, it felt so light, floating like a feather in the air. It brought more tears in your eyes, damping her chest.

"I love you, Larissa."

"I love you, my little dove." And then she pressed a kiss to your lips while her hand soothingly draw random shapes on your back.

Your heart swelled with so much love, cherishing the raw and naked affection she had to offer.

#larissa weems imagine #principal larissa weems #larissa x reader #larissa weems #gwendolineuniverse #gwendoline christie imagines #gwendoline christie

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raccoonfallsharder · 9 months

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from your fic writer asks reblog, 4. 13, 15

YAY thank you nonnie ♡♡ these are such good picks because I love to gas up other writers. I'm honestly so thankful for the fanfiction community as a whole and for the rocket♡community in particular.

you all know i'm too fuckin wordy so i've cut this for your sanity

4. Are there any other fic writers you admire? If so, who and why?

So I feel like a lot of the fic writers I currently admire are in this circle.

@aliasrocket has the ability to blend absolute crudeness with this undercurrent of yearning that is peak Rocket, and literally everything I've read by them is like...too hot. I also think they're a goddamn pillar of the community

@elegant-fleuret writes a perfect Rocket. if i didn't know better i'd think he got stuck at her place for like the first six months of quarantine and now she knows exactly how his brain works whether she likes it or not (either way i benefit because the writing is so good and hot). her writing is also so CLEAN (not like - i mean it's filthy as hell but i don't think i've ever seen a typo or an error and it's always so polished and i??? always?? have a misplaced punctuation mark or a bad autocorrect SOMEWHERE)

@evolvingchaoswitch writes with incredible vulnerability and (again) everything is so fuckin sexy.

i could go on??

One of the fic writers outside of this community (she writes mostly hellcheer for Stranger Things) is @staceymcgillicuddy and in addition to writing just the smoothest content I've ever read (seriously, every word goes down easy), she's like...so consistent. I'm so impressed by her ability to write and share REGULARLY.

13. Favorite fic from another author?

Choosing is so, so, so hard.

i think my very favorite from this fandom (so far) is probably A Very Basic Instinct by @elegant-fleuret. you've all absolutely read this because it's like - such a perfect bite of rocketsmut. and i mean if you haven't then leave this post immediately and go read it stat. ugh

I love last (friday) night by @aliasrocket/(subject) 89P13 . it's just such a good beginning. there's heat, humor, angst. love it.

i also love and need more of @lazarel-3000's The All of You. the oc Juno is so interesting and I really want to dig into her backstory and learn everything about her, and i cannot WAIT to see how things unfold between her and my best raccoon boy

outside of the erocketa community I read a lot of hellcheer (stranger things) and some other fandoms. currently topping the list of faves is a very smutty oneshot called throw your jacket on the floor and a very sexy little fic called In a Sentimental Mood. oh and i wanna be your sin, i wanna be your preacher. and PURE bubblegum fluff i have reread like 27 times because it's just so cute: Poprocks.

15. Your guilty writing pleasure?

what is a guilty writing pleasure? is that like - something i do while writing that i feel like i shouldn't (like stay up writing on my phone till 3am when I gotta wake up at 6am, or forgetting to drink water? because i assure you neither of those are pleasures) or something i write about that i feel like i shouldn't?

look life is too short to have guilty pleasures. i embrace my pleasures wholeheartedly. if anyone tries to make you feel guilty for indulging in a pleasure that harms no-one, set yourself free of them.

my adoration for writing (and reading) light d/s rocketsmut with a big ol' dash of praise-kink is probably the thing i am most selective about sharing with other people but it's less about guilt and more about, like, not needing to subject everyone to my kinks + also not knowing who might be a repressed judgy weirdo.

okay i came back to this after thinking about it more, because i didn't want to feel like i was copping out on you. the only thing that i'm a little self-conscious about sometimes is how much of myself i put into OCs. so, a little personal: the first five visits of sweatshirt girl was 100000% about me dealing with like, the very traumatic loss of my first (very young) kitten to a deadly disease that wasn't responding to medication + my second (very young) kitten developing major health issues all in the course of the preceding 10 months. jolie's got a lot of hang-ups that make up my core personality and once i get around to writing Other Duties As Assigned, that OC will also get a nice little dollop of my 2023 work-related trauma. yo it's been a rough fuckin year and what better way to work that out than through erocketa amirite. just some healthy mutual consolation & absolute filth shared with a sad raccoon

(and therapy. i'm also in therapy. and medicated. both are great and you should try them if you're thinking about it and have the means)

#fanfic rec #author rec #rfh asks

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lovingbradshawafterdark · 1 year

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Hurts like hell

Rhett Abbott x reader

Summary: When your sister ends up nearly overdosing again, you run to Rhett hoping for some kind of comfort.

Warnings: mentions of overdosing, drug use, and alcoholism. This is a very self-indulgent fic based on my own experience as my sister was a drug addict and an alcoholic for a very long time and slightly my own issues with addiction.

A/n: felt more comfortable putting this here because of the subject matter discussed, my sister has been sober for over a year now and is doing way better! This is mainly about feelings that I struggled with and still do struggle with. Also, my first time writing for Rhett-

When Rhett opened the door he didn't know what to expect. The last thing was to see you, drenched from the rain with tears streaming down your cheeks. Your hands shook and you couldn't meet his gaze. In an instant, he knew, and he slowly pulled you inside the house.

“Happened again, didn't it?” you couldn't make eye contact, only starting at the plate of food he'd made you. You nodded, holding back more tears. Rhett sat next to you, your body still trembling.

“Why does it keep happening?” Your meek voice finally said something. Your fists clenched as you tried to hold back sobs. Rhett delicately placed his hand on your back, rubbing small circles, “No matter how hard I hope she gets better, no matter how hard I pray it happens all over again,” you finally sob into your hands.

“She’ll be fine; she comes back each time” Rhett’s voice was soft and low, and he gently rubbed along your back. You only sobbed more and more, he had heard the sounds of sirens earlier, and now he knew what those were for.

“It’s the second time this year,” your voice broke slightly, lip quivering as you tried not to cry, “I can’t be strong again, can’t be strong for my parents or any more” Rhett pulled you close to him. Your face ended up against his shoulder as you sobbed against it.

“What did I do wrong? She said she’d stop, stopped putting pills in her drinks, but she won’t stop…drinking” Rhett says nothing and gently strokes your back, watching as your heart bursts in two.

“You did nothing wrong” He kissed the top of your head, your body shaking now. Rhett could remember the first time it happened, freshman year of high school.

“Then why isn't she getting better!” you pull your face away, tears streaming down your face, nose full of snot as you sniffle. He puts his hand on your tear-stained cheek, “It's my fault she's like this! I let her sneak out! I let her get hurt!” you could barely breathe now.

“It's not your fault. Look at me,” Rhett cupped your face. Your eyes were still filled with tears, “it's never been your fault” His eyes bore into yours, and you tried your best not to cry anymore.

“But-”

“Not your fault, sunshine” You couldn't help but smile at the nickname, even if it was a sad one. You still didn't say anything, the words caught in your throat.

“I could've stopped her, could've stopped all of this from happening, stopped all the pain for her, Ma and Pa” Rhett took notice you were leaving someone out, and he pulled your face so your forehead was touching his.

“What bout you?” you hadn't realized what he meant for a moment. You just glanced away for a bit.

“They're hurting way more than I am” You only looked at the plate of food he gave, now most likely cold. Rhett knew what it was like to give everything to his family, but he never got anything out of it. He never wanted that to happen to you.

“You're still hurting. Gotta leave room for you, too” He was right, and you didn't want to admit it. You were never good at putting yourself first, and Rhett knew that too well.

“Okay,” was all you said, Rhett’s arms wrapping around your body like a warm blanket. Your body began to ease, tears slowly fading away as you took in his embrace. You both stayed like that for a long while, only pulling away when you had to blow your nose, “Can we...skip out on the bar for a bit? Hard to watch people drink, and I don't wanna do something stupid” Rhett nodded as he looked up at you.

“Wanna stay the night?” you smiled and nodded your head a bit too enthusiastically.

“If you'd let me” Your voice was small as you looked at him shyly. He chuckled before kissing your forehead.

“Not gonna let you walk out in the pouring rain” he laughed, he could easily drive you home but he knew you didn't want that, “could use the company anyways” He placed the plate of food he gave you on the counter, arm wrapping around your waist as you walked up to Rhett’s room.

#tw drug use #tw alchoholism #tw overdose #tw addiction #ask for more tags to be added #rhett abbott one shot #rhett abbott x you #rhett abbott x reader #rhett abbott #outer range #this is the most self indulgent I’m going to get maybe

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gale-force-storm · 2 months

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i need to know more about "just take the L already"

Fun fact about me: you can often tell how self-indulgent and off-the-cuff a fic idea is by how silly the working title is lol

Gale and my tav Morrigan have been happily married for years and now have a teenage son who has taken after his father's magical aptitude. This is fine (if somewhat chaotic and exhausting) right up until he says Mystra spoke to him in a dream. Gale is angry, and Morrigan is feral. Haven't fully decided how it gets resolved yet, but suffice it to say very serious conversations are had with both their son and the goddess who, as the title suggests, really needs to just take the L already.

Snippet under the cut!

“Do you still have that old earring?” Morrigan asks, throwing open Gale's jewelry box.

“What?”

“The one with her symbol. Do you still have it?”

“Somewhere, I'm sure. Why?”

“Because while you stay here and have a serious heart-to-heart with our son, I'm going down to that temple and demanding an audience with that petty, entitled bitch who doesn't know when to quit, and I think dropping that fucking earring in her offering plate would be a good way to get her attention.”

Gale stood stunned for a moment. He knew his wife harbored some very strong feelings towards Mystra to say the least, but seeing her usually calm, collected demeanor disappear entirely under a wave of pure fury was a shock. Even in the heat of battle he'd rarely seen her angry like this.

Except when you got hurt, reminded a voice in the back of his mind.

“My love-”

“Don't try to stop me, Gale. I'm not afraid of her.”

“That is patently clear, my dearest, but-”

“We've fought a god before, and I am more than ready to do it again.”

“Morrigan.”

Finally she paused and looked at him. It was rare for him to use her full name rather than a pet name or nickname these days, much less in that firm of a tone. Gale sighed.

“I won't let her hurt you, either,” he said quietly. “I am advocating for neither inaction nor amnesty. I am simply suggesting we approach this with ample caution and forethought. As a team.”

Morrigan paused. After a long moment she took a deep breath, then let it out shakily, her eyes turning back to the jewelry box.

“You're right,” she finally said, frustrated yet resigned. Gale slowly walked over and wrapped his arms around her from behind, and she turned in the embrace to rest her head against his shoulder. They stood like that for a long moment.

“She can't have him,” Morrigan muttered, her voice steely.

“She won't,” Gale replied, just as resolute. “We'll make sure of it.”

Morrigan leaned back to meet Gale's eyes. “We should really talk to him. Do you want to do it together, or one of us alone?”

“Always together. In all things, whenever possible.”

#my writing #fanfic #gale dekarios #gale x tav #morrigan #as usual #fuck mystra all my homies hate mystra #moon and stars

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misc-obeyme · 2 months

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I have so many things running through my head right now (all about Barbatos 🫶) but I feel weird sending multiple asks so I hope you don't mind if I put them all in one!

Firstly, owl Barbatos has been flying around my thoughts for DAYS. As a long-time bird lover, I can wholeheartedly say that he's very owl like in general! But this is less about him being a cutie patootie little bird and more about his onesie thing. I NEED TO HUG HIM. He looks so soft and comfy and squeezable EEEEE! I just need to spot him from across the room and then rush up to him and envelope him in the biggest embrace ever! Place several little kisses all over his beautiful face before he's had enough and just kisses me... 🙏 He actually looks like a dream to cuddle with in his onesie I cannot stand it.

Next, I am terrified of butterflies. This current even had me thinking all about how Barbayos would deal with this. Like, I am so scared of them that when I was a child, I was kicked out of the butterfly sanctuary for screaming and crying and scaring the other kids. Anyways, LMAO, I think he'd think I'm silly (I am) but still never make fun of me. That's what's so wonderful about him, he'll never judge!

I just realized these are all completely self-indulgent, and I apologize for that, but I have one more djmsjdwnwkow. So, I had left over chain from a previous DIY project, so I made Barbatos' collar chain that he has in his demon form!! I think it's super cool, and I think he'd think it is, too. I wouldn't even tell him about it, I'd just wear it one random day and see if he notices. (He will. He notices everything. More evidence towards owl Barbatos propaganda.) But, yeah, we'd match. I was wondering if you had any silly things you'd like to match Barbatos with! Personally, matching pajamas and keychains are SO cute.

Final thought, Barbatos would make you his home screen. Anyone can see a lockscreen if you look at their phone, but only he gets to see your face on his home screen <3

Listen, I always have Barbatos brain so I totally understand. You're free to send in one long ask or several smaller asks, it's whatever you're most comfortable with! I don't mind either way 💕

Ahh, owl!Barb is truly excellent. Like I definitely think that's a good choice for him. Owls have a reputation for being wise, right? And while I think in reality they're probably just as dumb as any other animal, I still like the association of wisdom for Barb, you know?

I actually have an owl that lives behind my house. I've never seen it because it gets dark here at night, but I've heard it hooting. It's actually pretty loud lol. But wouldn't it be cute if that was something Barbatos could do to like check in on MC in the human world? I think something similar whenever I see the crow gang that lives across the street from me, except I imagine it's Mammon. That's probably pretty silly, but I can't help but think about them, you know?

I think there are a lot of bird associations with the characters, I mean we also got peacocks for Luci. Though I have never seen or heard a peacock around my house lol. If I ever see a cow in the street, I'll blame Belphie.

Anyway, getting off topic here, which is that Barbatos in his onesie is absolutely adorable and I love him. He would be a delight to cuddle with.

OH suffering from lepidopterophobia?? LOL yes okay I looked that up because I was curious. I was like there has be a word for being afraid of butterflies. Anyway, I don't think Barbatos would judge you at all. The fact is, most phobias like this are irrational, it doesn't matter if they don't make sense. For you the fear is real and Barb cares a lot more about your comfort than anything else. He wouldn't want you to be scared or anxious about it!

Yo, no worries about self indulgence. I have so many self indulgent fics it's not even funny, this is what we're here for. I think Barbatos would be flattered that you would want to match with him. I especially like that it's something from his demon form, which he isn't in all the time, so it's like you're matching with him in a subtle sort of way. As for me, I don't know if I'd want something that's exactly matching, but I like the idea of something that's like clearly about him, you know? Like wearing a ring with a teal stone or something like that. I initially thought about wearing a teal septum ring, but then I realized I would like to be able to see it without a mirror so a regular ring would probably be my choice. I do like matching pajamas, though, that sounds adorable!

Oh yes, I like him being possessive. He's like, only I get to see this picture of MC, so it must be home screen. We'd kinda match that, too because this man is already on both my lock screen and my home screen yes I have a problem.

#it's so funny because I haven't been this obsessed with a fictional character since Legolas #I don't know what this says about me #obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me barbatos #mjoria #misc answers

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frenchfrywrites · 1 year

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Georg, Sunny D, hiiii, yeehaw partner!! 🤠 And Musty Wail (but not really)

Ok so, I'm not really waiting for you to post something similar, because that seems rude and stress introducing. I would still follow you no matter what you post, so this is more just me rambling about some of your posts I REALLY like. Ahem.

"Pounding the characters so hard the bed breaks" this one I find SO funny, and it's so well written!! Often when I write my hcs I think back thus post and try to make it as well written and funny lol.

"Beel's favorite beverage" I'm not rhat into piss drinking but man. (Picture of horse looking at ocean). You really convinced me. It is soooo hard to find Beel smut in this Fandom, never mind sub!Beel smut, never mind AMAZINGLY WRITTEN SMUT!! I don't even have a piss kink but I would let Beel drink my piss after this.

"Holding their dick when they pee" LISTEN LISTEN TO ME. LOOK ME IN THE EYES. I. DO. NOT. HAVE. A. PISS KINK. (Or if I do I only have like, 10% of a pisskink. A pisskink with a few hard lines)

But....

Listen, this is one of my Weird Kinks that most people wouldn't even *consider* is a kink but. Taking care of a character?? Helping them out with things they don't Need help with, but doing it anyway? Either because they're your little baby or because they're too dumb to it themselves??? Amazing. 10/10. No notes. And this checks off a lot of this boxes. I just want a subby demon who can't get their own dick out of their pants to pee so they need me to do it for them.

"April showers day 6: pissing in public": I'm pretty sure I've come into your inbox and talked about this fic before, but I am doing it again. This is like, the Book of Mormon of piss kink to me, personally. You knocked on my door and showed me this fic and I was like "maybe I CAN indulge in a little piss kink". And now here I am. 3/4 posts on here containing piss kink. You're converted me. Ok but this is absolutely my favorite fic of your and I frequently go back to it. This definitely ticks off my "taking care of kink" and was probably part of the reason I realized that I hard that kink.

Anyway, you have so much cool stuff but I've felt like I've rambled on enough lol.

OHO SO MANY!

And wahhhhhhhhhh!!!! This ask is so sweet !!!!! You've got me rolling around on my bed and giggling and shit!!!

I'm so so so so so happy to hear about the posts you like so much!! Idk if u relate but i find it really easy to forget how my work has affected ppl lmao. Needless to say there's many of your posts that linger in my mind and that i go back to over an over again!! (You have so many good Lucifer fics! And ur hcs.... Devine)

Some of these posts especially surprised me! I'd no idea u liked the bed breaking post of mine! I went back and reread it bc it's sooo old and i was like damn u know what this is kinda silly. What an oldie tho like wow that sent me back hfhsjskajs!

And omg yes on the kink of taking care of people!!!!! Idk that's just so much fun and I'm sure it's glaringly obvious that i love it, but yes yes taking care of ppl to the extreme is so good!!!! (Looks hard at your bathing HCS and sighs dreamily)

Oh! And u should embrace ur piss kink!! 😇💖 Even if u have hard limits surrounding it, liking piss even a little bit is awesome and sexy and so much fun!! And I'm so happy u like so many of my piss fics 🫂💖 sometimes my fics are just so self indulgent that again i forget that other ppl would like them lol

Ahh this ask is just so nice i could cry really really thank u so much 💖 ‼️

#re: hiii.. i know you!! it doesnt have to be parasocial.. it can just be social 💖🫂#gosh im gonna have to save this ask somewhere #so when im feelin so so bad abt my writing and or feelin unappreciated i can look n be like. im doin it for you!!!#ask game #obey-me-headquarters

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