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justporo · 4 months

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To always meet again

Astarion - being as sneaky as the rogue he is - presents you wíth a present. Probably the best you could have imagined.

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Author's Note: Written for the "Found Family" prompt of the BG3 Winter Holiday challenge and I'm putting it also down for "Ornaments". Alright folks, we're closing out the Winter Challenge with some big happy feelings! Merry Christmas to all of you who celebrate and also lovely, peaceful days to everyone else!

Pairing: Astarion/GN!Tav (You) Warnings: none Wordcount: 2,2k ~~~

Astarion finally decided you’d had enough of a break and led you back home. Your former gloominess you found to your own surprise had subsided. The vampire really had figured out quite well, what might drag you out of a bad mood.

This time it had been taking you on a stroll through the snowy city and just blabbering away while you had eyed the massive snow drifts at the side of the roads, wondering if maybe throwing yourself in one would make your thoughts and anxiety stop racing.

But of course Astarion had noticed and stopped you. With a firm hold around your shoulders he had dragged you away from an especially tall heap of snow and mumbled something about how he hoped you’d know to behave like someone above the age of five.

That had annoyed you and made you pout. And after a while his grip on your shoulders had loosened again because he had believed you'd come to your senses - fool!

You had fallen a few steps behind while the vampire had kept rambling while still trying to distract you from your worries.

When he had been busy rattling off all the reasons why he thought you were incredible and why you shouldn’t worry as much, he’d realised that you weren’t beside him anymore. WIth searching eyes he’d turned around: “Love? Please don’t tell me you’re trying to drown yourself in snow - I’m not dragg-” The rest of the sentence had been interrupted by a snowball smacking the vampire straight in the face.

He had hissed at you angrily while you had simply cackled - which had made Astarion even more angry. Almost too quick for you to see had he then grabbed some snow himself and fired back with impeccable aim.

What had followed had been a fierce snowball fight with lots of laughter and teasing mockery - up until Astarion had grabbed you and dragged you down with him into a huge pile of snow, making you screech and then laugh. You had gotten what you had wanted after all.

Still laughing had you gotten up again and started to make your way home while trying to shake the snow off your clothes and out of your hair. Your face had become a lively pink colour and Astarion had gleamed with admiration and love.

But now as you stood at the steps to your front door you felt some of the worries and anxiety creep back up again. You felt a bit of weight settle uncomfortably in your chest again and you hesitated going up the steps as Astarion was already up and unlocking the door.

When your partner realised that you’d been hesitating he turned around to observe you standing there like a statue and biting your lip because the negative thoughts were already getting the better of you once more.

“My love, we’re not even back inside and all my hard work to cheer you up was already laid to waste? Look, I’m still covered in snow even!” Astarion pouted and stopped halfway through unlocking the door.

He was trying to lighten the mood but when you only looked at him with a pained expression the mocking glint in his red eyes softened.

He stepped down the couple of steps until he was on eye level with you again. His smile was genuine now.

“Darling, I promise you won’t have to worry”, he said softly and cupped your cheek that was tinted a light pink from the cold. Astarion’s thumb wandered over your cheek repeatedly, brushing your worries away one by one, while he looked at you with incredible gentleness in his eyes. It was one of those looks that had the power to make your heart stutter for a moment.

The vampire leaned forward, lightly lifting your face up to his and planted a quick kiss on your lips. And immediately when he broke away you grabbed his hand still cupping your face and then made to stand on your tiptoes again to steal a second kiss - this one longer and quickly becoming something chasing the cold from the weather away.

After a while Astarion withdrew while he was clearing his throat - was he flustered?

The vampire’s eyes flicked from yours to behind you and then quickly back to you. A nonchalant grin was already on his lips again.

But you smelled that something was going on. Your brows furrowed and eyes narrowed. You threw a glance over your shoulder but nothing was there - just your tall living room window with some ice creeping up its corners.

Or wait - you could see some light from the fireplace. That definitely hadn’t been lit when you had left. Had Gale started a fire?

Something was definitely fishy - and you weren’t particularly fond of it.

You turned back around and stared at Astarion judgmentally while putting your hands on your hips.

The vampire immediately became defensive: “What? What have I done now?”

“I don’t know yet, but I’ll preemptively let you know: I’m not up for jesting tonight, Astarion.”

Your partner snorted in offence and mirrored your pose while he pouted: “Why must you always be so judgemental, my heart? You didn’t get that from me, did you?” You saw the grin dragging up one corner of his mouth despite his offended tone.

With a quick step forward Astarion planted another small kiss onto the top of your nose - immediately you remembered a moment some weeks ago, when the first snow had fallen. The smile that now found its way onto your lips was inevitable as you were reminded of how you’d kissed a snow flake off the annoyed vampire’s nose.

“Everything will be quite alright, my love”, Astarion promised you with a big grin right then and there. And then with a wink turned fleet-footedly to take the few steps back up to the front door again. With a hand lightly placed on your back he pushed you along.

Astarion flung the door open wide and pushed you inside in a manner you found a bit overly dramatic - you were quite capable of walking back inside yourself.

And you were ready to tell your vampire as much when you realised there were people standing in your hallway - and quite a lot too.

“Uhm”, you helplessly made and took in the scene.

Before you stood each and every one of your companions - all beaming brightly at you. Well except maybe for Lae’zel who was wearing her perpetual snarl - but even that seemed softened right now as she looked at you.

All of them were here, cramped into the hallway up to the archway to the living room. You had turned into a statue once more, only capable of staring at all of your friends in surprise.

“Hey soldier”, Karlach said with an impossibly broad grin and then she simply stepped forward and enveloped you into an almost bone crushing hug, that lifted you straight off your feet. “I missed you so much!” the tiefling exclaimed while she pressed you against her own body.

You could barely breathe and were almost sure you heard her sniffle while she buried her face in your hair and softly swayed you from side to side, but you couldn’t be happier. Your heart was swelling with warmth and love as simultaneously all worry that had consumed so much of your energy today up until now was driven out of it.

When she set you down again the floodgates had been opened. Almost all of them took their turns wrapping you in their arms while Astarion closed the front door behind you and quickly helped you out of your cloak.

The smug grin on his face you noticed out of the corner of your eye before you got wrapped in another crushing hug by Halsin immediately told you that he had something to do with all of this. But for the moment you were busy happily greeting all of your friends.

Only when everyone had greeted you and the entryway of your cosy home was buzzing with chatter and laughter did you turn around to Astarion who in an uncommon manner for him had taken a step back and was just watching you and the others with a content smile.

“So, what’s your involvement in all of this?”, you asked your vampire while raising an eyebrow questioningly at him.

Immediately, Astarion started an overly dramatic act, behaving much more like you were used to again.

“Who? Me?” he asked and elegantly but with exaggeration placed his hand on his chest as if he was being accused of a dire crime.

You cocked your head at him.

Astarion simply shrugged as he began to grin again.

“I was just - you know me, darling - very convincing”, your partner replied while his grin became almost a bit predatory.

“Convincing, yes,” Lae’zel took up the conversation. You threw a glance at her over your shoulder and saw how she had narrowed her eyes at Astarion while the others around her were mostly busy with idle chatter.

“He threatened to gut us if we’d dare to not show up here for this ridiculous holiday festivity”, the githyanki hissed.

“Oh, Lae’zel, you’re so bitter. Don’t say it wasn’t an invitation after your own liking”, Astarion exclaimed cheerfully as he stepped up to you and put an arm around you. The githyanki just gave him another death stare while the vampire kept up his unfaltering smile.

“You also kept us waiting long enough”, Shadowheart chimed in with pursed lips. “And then on top of that you also made us watch you make out on the front steps,” she continued and you saw how her eyebrow jumped up in annoyance.

Your eyes widened and a blush crept onto your face as you realised that that must have been what (or rather whom) Astarion had seen when you had kissed on the front steps. The cleric just shrugged at your reaction and you saw that she was suppressing a laugh.

“Yeah, gods be damned, get a room, right?”, Karlach barged into the conversation and started laughing immediately while you felt your face grow even hotter. It had been a while since you and Astarion had been called out by your companions about your lovey-dovey behaviour. And obviously you weren’t used to it anymore.

“I’ll happily remind you, Karlach, that all of these are our rooms and you are merely guests here”, Astarion retorted while he wrapped his arm firmer around you and pressed a quick kiss to your lips and then - before you could even react - slapped your butt. Which earned him another howling fit of laughter from Karlach and some sensible chuckles all around while Shadowheart and Lae’zel looked ready to throw up.

Still in his embrace you felt how your face must’ve become even redder. You turned to Astarion, ready to wipe his smug grin off his face. But he swiftly stepped out of your reach.

“Apropos, guests, my love,” he began and quickly brought some distance in between you two.

“Don’t you want to invite our guests to sit down for dinner”, Astarion quickly continued and motioned towards your living room with an outstretched arm.

You were trying to protest - nothing was prepared there yet.

But when you stepped over your words died on your lips.

The living room looked like a winter paradise. Small mage lights were dancing all around the room making it sparkle. Holly, mistletoes and even whole fir branches seemed to have sprouted from the walls and the ceiling. And when you stepped into what you had thought was your living room you were irritated by the crunching noise that your footsteps made. Looking down you realised that the floor was covered in a layer of snow - even though you were inside. You could barely believe it.

The whole room looked almost like it had been teleported to a wintery forest. Only the furniture and the tall living room window with a view of the outside were reminders that you were still inside.

Your mouth fell open in disbelief. And then you took in the centre piece: in the middle of the room stood a huge banquet table decked with space for everyone, all the dishes you and Gale had prepared and lots more of wintery decor and candelabra that threw their warm light onto everything.

It looked magical and you immediately knew you had a certain wizard to thank for that - and of course your vampire who had made sure that everything would turn out perfectly.

The others who seemingly had already taken in the wondrously decorated room came swarming around you then, taking up spots at the table.

When Gale passed you, you shortly grabbed and squeezed his hand in passing to thank him. He winked back at you kind of awkwardly before he went to sit down.

For a moment you stood there and took in the scene while Astarion stood beside you, looping his arm around your waist once more.

All of your friends here, laughing, talking while the love of your life was by your side. This was absolutely the best of all possible outcomes. Your chest swelled with happiness and your eyes with tears as you took it in a moment longer before you turned to your soulmate who was softly and adoringly smiling at you.

“Thank you,” you whispered so silently it was almost inaudible.

“No,” Astarion whispered back and leaned in close, touching his forehead to yours, “thank you for everything that brought all of us here.”

And to that you had nothing more to add.

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monzabee · 10 months

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kiss it better – ls18

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Summary: The one where a crazy idea turns out to be the best possible thing for you and Lance.

Pairing: lance stroll x reader

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: fluff, kissing and other than that none? might have a few curse words but otherwise very tame

Request: “okay so i’m obsessed with the lance stroll fake dating to lovers/friends to lovers but it’s always the reader asking. would you write lance asking reader to attend gala/wedding or something as his date and then the feels start to come up from both sides? smut, fluff, angst, wherever your imagination takes you x”

Author’s Note: hi, hey, hello!! i did not expect to get this excited for a certain canadian man, but here we are!! now that i had the pleasure of writing about lance, i hope you guys know that more is to come, and thank you anon for the request!! i hope you guys enjoy! good morning, noon or night wherever you are, xoxobee

Please also note that all of my works are protected under copyright, and not available for reposting on other platforms.

You love slow afternoons, is what you realise as your fingers move out of their own volition on your keyboard as you try your best to finish your draft on time so that you can send it to your agent. Lance is on the couch next to you, his focus on his phone, rather than the show he has on your TV – which he ignores as he continuously texts with the person on the other end and lets out lengthy sighs every few seconds.

After what it must be the hundredth sigh of the evening, you give him a pointed look over the glasses resting on your face, “Okay, this is getting ridiculous.”

“What?” Lance asks, his shoulders rising in a half-hearted shrug. He glances up from his phone, his brows furrowing slightly as he registers your statement.

“You've been sighing and moping around for the past hour,” you say, your tone a mix of annoyance and concern. “What's going on? Is something wrong with the ‘Real Housewives of Beverly Hills’?”

Lance sighs again, louder this time, as if to emphasize his frustration. He puts his phone down on the coffee table and runs a hand through his hair, tousling it further. "It's nothing," he mutters, his voice tinged with a hint of annoyance, “and the housewives are fine, not Kim, though. I think Lisa Rinna is about to break the wine glass, again.”

“You’ve watched the Amsterdam trip how many times, now?” You ask him as you get up from your place at the dinner table and grab your wine glass before making your way over to him on the couch and settle next to him. “Forget it, just tell me what’s wrong so that we can get your breathing back to normal.”

“Chloe is what’s wrong,” Lance mutters, turning his phone screen towards you to give you a better look at the messages between him and his sister, “she is bugging me to bring someone to the wedding.”

You tilt your head to the side, “I thought you were going to take Sandra.”

“It was Sarah.” He returns your look with a pointed one of his own, “We kind of broke up, but now she want me to find another date.”

“So? Just find someone, Lance.” You give him a funny look as you fix the way your glasses are situated on your face and read the texts between the two siblings as you slightly lean over your best friend sitting next to you.

He sneakily places his arm around your shoulder in almost a reflex kind of way, as he argues, “I can’t just bring someone to my sister’s wedding, Y/N, she’s going to have the pictures up on her wall for the rest of her life or something.” He swats your hand away with a weak slap as you try to coo over his response, claiming that he is too sweet for this world when he asks, “Who are you bringing to the wedding, anyway?”

“No one,” you shrug, earning yourself a look from the man sitting next to you, “I’m not a Stroll, Lance, I don’t need to bring a date – ergo, I won’t.”

His eyes narrow on the edge as his voice comes off doubtful, “So I have to find someone to bring to the wedding but you can choose not to?” The nod you give him makes him let out a loud groan, making you giggle as he adds, “Is it too late to ask your parents to adopt me?”

“How more dramatic can you be?” You laugh into the edge of your wine glass as you take a small sip, and then think for a moment as you roll your lips together. “Just ask someone you know to come with you, they’ll get a nice weekend out of it and you won’t disappoint Chloe.”

“You say as if it’s easy,” Lance sighs, but his eyes take on a mischievous glint as you realise he’s had one of his bright ideas and the next words prove that it’s, in fact, one of them. “Be my date.”

Your voice is squeaky as you get out, “Excuse me?”

“I need a date,” he point to himself, and then points the same finger to you, “you don’t have a date. I don’t want to take some random girl off my contacts list to my sister’s wedding, so it makes sense.”

“I- I can’t be your date, Lance!” You exclaim, jumping back slightly to shoot him a full on glare. “You’re my friend,” you emphasise the word, “my best friend.”

“Why not? It’s better than going with a random date.” He argues, “Plus, we’ll tell everyone that we’re trying to work things out and after the wedding we’ll tell them it didn’t work out – problem solved.”

“Problem not solved,” you contend. “I don’t want to lie to everyone, Lance, especially not to our families.”

“You’re not saying no.” He sings, a small smirk playing on his lips.

You give him a light shove as you mumble, “Shut up, I’m serious.”

“So am I, Y/N.” He sighs as he takes your free hand into his, which makes you involuntarily drag your index finger towards his palm, something you used to do to help him calm down when he was dealing with his wrists at the start of the season. It makes him smile softly at you when he realises it’s a thing that calms you down as much as it calms him down. “It’s not lying, it’s us.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Your voice is lower than before, but you can’t put your finger as to whether it’s because you’re confused or something about the nature of this whole arrangement is scary to you – you pray that it’s the first, but something in your gut tells you it’s the latter.

The smile he gives you in return to your question can only be described as ‘warm’ – it’s soft, and it makes his eyes crinkle, and it’s just so him. “It means that people won’t question how we ended up together, especially our families.”

What he’s saying and suggesting makes sense, you realise. He needs a date and you can help your friend out – plus, it would be good not to hear your mother complain about how you’re single in your twenties for a change. You try to think whether you’d even think about actually accepting to fake date someone if the person asking wasn’t your best friend in the whole world. But with Lance giving you an expectant look and looking so cosy on your couch, coupled with the two glasses of wine you’ve had as an incentive to write, you find yourself giving the man sitting beside you a nod of your approval.

“Fine,” you sigh, “but if this blows up all in our face, I’m blaming you and telling everyone you forced me.”

“Pfft,” he scoffs, pulling you into a side hug as the fighting noises from your TV blends into the background, “it’s going to be great, you just wait and see.”

Weddings are epitome of romance in every conceivable way. And Chloe Stroll’s wedding? It is safe to say that her wedding is the level of magical that fairy tales aspire to achieve. Ever since you’ve stepped foot in Italy, you’re captivated by the views and the atmosphere of having all the people there for such a special occasion. The wedding venue is a stunning villa nestled in the rolling hills of Tuscany, with lush gardens and a breathtaking view of the countryside. Soft music floats through the air as guests mingle and soak in the romantic ambiance. Turns out Lance was right, after all, and both of your parents are ecstatic that you showed up together – and no one bats an eye when he wraps his arm around you to help you onto the boat, or how his hand linger a bit longer on your hip.

Another thing people don’t seem to focus? How his eyes seem to focus on your every move as you dance with one of Scotty’s cousins, or is he one of his friends? Frankly, Lance doesn’t care about the specifics. He is more focused on the way the man you’re dancing with makes you throw your head back in laughter and the genuine smile that lights up your face. Lance watches from a distance, his heart swelling with a mixture of happiness because of how happy you look, and a touch of jealousy because it is not with him. But seeing you so carefree and radiant in someone else's arms stirs up emotions he can't quite ignore. But all of that is thrown right out the metaphorical window once you excuse yourself from your new friend, and find yourself back to him – basically throwing yourself into his arms and asking him to dance with you.

“I don’t know sweetheart, weren’t you just dancing with your new friend?” He asks, and though he immediately regrets the snarky words leaving his mouth, which reflect all his jealousy at the moment, you just smile up at him with the softest smile he’s ever seen.

Instead of lingering on his words, you let out a small giggle, “I can’t slow dance with him, Lance, he is not my date!”

“Oh,” he murmurs, “right.”

“So, will you dance with me?” You ask him again, your voice filled with more excitement than before. Your lips form a small pout as you add, “Please?”

His eyes linger on your expression for a moment, and he links his fingers through yours as he leads you onto the dance floor to join the couples who already started dancing. “Let’s go,” as soon as the words leave his mouth, a small smile is quick to overtake his face as you let out a small squeal and a giggle.

As the two of you find your place on the dance floor, Lance pulls you closer, his hand resting gently on your waist. The soft melody of a romantic song fills the air, setting the perfect mood for a slow dance. You rest your head on his shoulder, feeling the warmth of his embrace and suddenly you realise it’s much easier to focus on the steady rhythm of his heartbeat rather than the song which is playing on the background.

Lost in the moment, Lance whispers softly into your ear, "You look absolutely stunning tonight, you know that?" You can tell his words are filled with sincerity, and he makes you feel all the admiration he feels for you at that moment.

You give him a playful smile as you do the one thing Lance absolutely hates and answer his question with a question of your own, “Yeah? You like my dress?”

“You know I do,” he shakes his head, lips unable to stop themselves from forming a smile.

Sighing out a satisfied sound, you let fingers occupy themselves with the short strand of hairs on this nape. “Well good, Chloe said you’d appreciate the colour

– through jealousy is not a good colour on you.”

Lance chuckles, the sound rumbling against your cheek as you continue to sway together. "Chloe knows me too well," he replies, his voice filled with warmth, "I’ll just have to thank her for the dress."

“You better,” you scoff, your breath hitting his neck in the process, “it was an absolute pain to put it on.”

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” his fingers smooth over a crease near your hip, “I’ll help you get it off.”

You pause for a moment, the playful banter fading into a charged silence as his words hang in the air. The intensity of his gaze meets yours, and you can feel the shift in the atmosphere, a magnetic pull drawing you closer together. Your heart skips a beat, and you find yourself lost in the colour of his eyes. There's an undeniable chemistry between you, one that the two of you have been ignoring for a while, and one that has been simmering beneath the surface for far too long.

With a playful smile that eventually finds its way on your lips, you raise your head slightly to get a better look at him, “You’re drunk, Lance,” you announce.

Lance's grip on you tightens ever so slightly, his fingers tracing gentle patterns along your back. “What is it they say? Drunk words, sober thoughts.” Another squeal leaves your lips as he slowly dips you down, but you know he won’t let you fall.

As he pulls you up again and presses his forehead against yours, and as his nose nudge against yours which causes both of you to release breathy laughs, your voice is almost pleading, “Lance, I–”

“I know, sweetheart,” his voice is soft as he mumbles, and he repeats himself after dragging out a deep breath, “I know “I know but you deserve something better.”

But the question of what something better might be lingers in your mind.

It’s almost the morning when the wedding celebrations come to a pause, and you quickly find yourself on your way back to the hotel with Lance. Hand in hand, you walk along the dimly lit streets, the sound of your footsteps echoing softly in the night. The city is calm and peaceful, its beauty enhanced by the memories you've created during the wedding festivities. Lance steals occasional glances at you, a gentle smile playing on his lips, as if trying to etch this moment into his memory – you try to act as if you don’t notice, but the same gentle smile finds itself onto your lips every time you catch his eyes on you. As a true gentleman, he lets you lean against him in the elevator, knowing that you’re probably more tired than him because of your choice of shoes.

The soft hum of the elevator and the comforting embrace of Lance lull you into a sense of tranquillity. But all of that calmness is gone once the elevator stops at your floor and Lance pulls you closer as he walks you to your room. With each step, you become more aware of Lance's presence beside you. His warmth radiates, providing a comforting reassurance amidst the late-night stillness. The soft light from the hallway casts a warm glow on his face, highlighting the gentle curves and lines that make him uniquely him. You think the anticipation might actually kill you in the moment, but like a true gentleman, Lance takes out your room key and hands it to you – but even in that simple moment, you feel your entire body lighting up with something more for your best friend.

Your breath hitches once again that evening when Lance’s hands gently cup your face, but he lets you go once he presses his lips lightly on your forehead and gently rests your forehead against yours. “Go to sleep, sweetheart.”

You feel your heart drop as he pulls away from you, all the adrenaline you’ve been feeling slowly dissipates. A mix of emotions washes over you as Lance pulls away and leaves you standing there, your heart feeling heavy in your chest. The brief moment of intimacy between you leaves you longing for more, and you find yourself mumbling, “I thought I deserve ‘something better’.”

“Y/N,” Lance’s voice is soft, but you’re quick to cut him off.

“I- I just thought you might’ve been talking about yourself, you know?” You let out a nervous chuckle as you shake your head, “It doesn’t matter, it’s presumptuous – oh my god I am an egomaniac.” Taking a small step towards him, you give him the world’s most awkward hug, and slowly start to pull away.

Without you knowing behind his horrified look, Lance has the opportunity to put his quick decision-making skills to test. He knows that he can either let you go, which means the two of you will stay friends, or he can actually do what he wanted to do for a very long time – which has the potential to blow up in his face. So, this time he takes a step towards you, and manages to grab your wrist in time to pull you against himself. Pressing his lips onto yours in a haste kiss, he manages to take your breath away for the second time that night, and you realise what’s actually happening after a small brain malfunction. For a moment, you're both suspended in that kiss, your hearts pounding in sync. It's a moment of pure vulnerability and undeniable passion, a culmination of unspoken desires and the unravelling of emotions that have been building between you for far too long. But you can feel him smiling into the kiss as your lips start to move against his. He tries to pull away, but you chase his lips in what you can only describe as hunger, and both of you let out breathy chuckles as you manage to capture his lips in a kiss once again.

When you finally break apart, gasping for air, your eyes meet Lance's. His grip on your wrist tightens, as if he’s afraid to let you go, and in an attempt to calm his worries, you snake your hand into his and drag your index finger towards the center of his palm. “I meant what I said,” he says, breathily, “you deserve something better.”

“Lance,” you almost seem to grumble his name, “you are the ‘something better’.”

“Well I hoped you’d say that.” He nods his head, and throws you over his shoulder to walk towards his own hotel door.

A mixture of surprise and laughter escaping your lips, you playfully swat at his back as you try to urge him to put you down, but he just chuckles and continues on his mission. As the door to Lance's room closes behind you, the world outside fades away, and you find yourself enveloped in a bubble of anticipation and excitement. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Lance gently sets you down on your feet. The room is dimly lit, casting a romantic glow that accentuates the chemistry between you. The air is charged with unspoken desires and a magnetic pull that draws you closer together. Lance takes a step towards you, his gaze filled with longing and affection. Without a word, he reaches out to cup your face in his hands, his touch sending shivers down your spine. Your breath catches in your throat as he leans in, his lips brushing against yours in a tender and passionate kiss.

In that moment, all doubts and uncertainties melt away, replaced by the overwhelming certainty that you've found something truly special. It's a love that has been quietly brewing beneath the surface, waiting for the perfect moment to reveal itself. As your lips move together in a dance of shared desire, time seems to stand still. The world around you fades away, leaving only the two of you in this intimate and electrifying connection. Every touch, every caress, ignites a fire within you, and you find yourself getting lost in the depths of Lance's embrace.

When you finally break apart, your eyes lock, and a shared understanding passes between you. It's a silent promise, a mutual agreement to explore this newfound love and see where it leads. With a smile that speaks volumes, Lance intertwines his fingers with yours, pulling you closer as he leans down to whisper in your ear. “I promised you I’d take your dress off, didn’t I?”

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endless-ineffabilities · 2 years

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Labyrinth

Aemond Targaryen x f!Reader

It only feels this raw right now

Lost in the labyrinth of my mind

Break up, break free, break through, break down

You would break your back to make me break a smile

(+ uh, oh, I'm falling in love)

An imagine loosely based on the song Labyrinth of off Midnights by Taylor Swift ▪︎ read more Daemon & Aemond midnights imagines here: masterlist

themes: Aemond loses his eye at an older age (near the end of this) + there is no war (Rhaenyra is Queen), fluff, angst, mutual pining / warnings: language, mention of violence / word count: 5k

You and Aemond dance around each other for a long time, unable to make your feelings known to the other. Until an incident occurs, which makes him realize how important you truly are to him.

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It's a calm morning in King's Landing, and Prince Aemond makes his way throughout the castle, on his way to visit his dear sister Helaena and her children.

Aemond has proven to be a doting brother to her, as well as a caring uncle to Jaehaerys, Jaehaera, and Maelor. It can even be said that he has seen these children grow, more than their own father, his frequently inebriated brother, Prince Aegon.

Aemond shakes his head in disappointment, as the thought of his brother crosses his mind. Surely, he doesn't expect to find him in Helaena and the children's chambers.

He walks through the half-open doors, and hears an unfamiliar voice reading to the children. Your voice. He sees you sitting on the floor, the toddlers in varying positions in front of you, your dainty hands holding a heavy book that you surprisingly looked comfortable propping up.

You get to a passage about a dragon, and promptly make a Roarrr! sound to the children, as if you were acting out a performance. Aemond can't hold back the amused snort that he lets out.

You raise your head, and hurriedly stand, curtsying to the prince, "Prince Aemond, your sister did say you might be visiting this morning." You feel flushed, embarrassed that he most likely heard you.

"Hmm," he takes you in fully, mildly pleased with what he sees, "and where is my sister?"

"She's gone on a stroll with the Lady Alicent, my prince."

"And who might you be? Just last week it was Alyanna who was attending to the children."

"My name is y/n, I am her newly instated handmaiden, my prince. Mistress Alyanna asked to take leave, sadly, I think due to unfair treatment from Prince Aegon."

Aemond nearly rolls his eyes in exasperation, and reminds himself to have a word with his brother about this later.

"I can leave you with the children, if you wish to have time alone with them?"

Normally he would order his sister's appointed handmaiden to wait outside, as he prefers not to have someone hovering over him. But he looks at you intently, hearing nervousness in your voice, and decides, "No, stay, please. Continue."

"E-mon!" the children squeal, noticing their uncle's presence.

You feel warm inside as you watch him lower himself to the floor and hug the children. They seem very comfortable with him, which only says a lot about how he treats them.

"Good morning, sweetlings," he sits among them, Jaehaerys plopping himself on his lap.

You're unsure if you should sit with them. Would it be proper?

"Y/n, please sit," he orders, "the children wish to hear the rest of the story."

"Of course, my prince." You sit, careful with your skirts.

As you take the book in your hands, the prince adds, smirking, "And so do I."

Oh, gods. You swallow, nerves settling in your stomach.

Slowly, you pick up where you left off, although the prince notices that your tone has changed. Rather flat, more careful.

He decides to have a bit of fun with you, testing to see how you would fare, "If you don't mind, my lady, continuing in the same inflection as you had before? The raw emotion in your voice was truly something to hear."

You groaned in protest, and your hand flies to your mouth when you realize how rude that might have seemed.

"I apologize, my prince, of course I'll... uhh... read in the same- "

His hand rests on yours before you can finish your sentence, and you swear you can hear your heart pulsating. Oh for gods sake, he's just the Prince, not some bloody deity.

"It's no matter, go on," he says smoothly, applying the slightest pressure on your hand, before pulling away.

He could pass for a deity, though, due to his striking beauty and the way he holds himself. It almost... eerie. In the best way.

"Okay," collecting your thoughts, you recount the story, doing your best to focus on the children, who watch you in awe.

You could not shake off the fact that their handsome uncle was watching you as well, the pressure of it nearly weighing you down. His intent gaze effectively raising goosebumps on your exposed skin.

Moments later, much to your relief, you reach the final page and you're able to say, "... and The End. That's it, my darlings."

"Hmm." There is a pleasant upturn to the prince's lips, and you find yourself admiring its prominent shape. Looking down quickly, you try to avert your eyes so he doesn't notice your staring.

Though you find yourself saying, "Amused, are we, my prince?"

His smirk widens. Maybe you did have some fire in you.

"I am," he tilts his head, "you should be flattered, my lady, as it takes quite a lot to amuse me."

"I should be flattered that you find amusement at my expense?" You raise an eyebrow. You briefly wonder where you're finding the gall to speak to the prince in such a way, but you can't explain it. It's as if he's eliciting it out of you.

"Why?" he counters, "wouldn't you want to amuse your prince?"

"I suppose," you close the book, and put it aside, taking the wooden toy Maelor was handing to you, "I would. Given that he amuses me, just the same."

You stare at each other, your heart in your throat, arrested by his sinister, bright, blue eyes.

Until Jaehaera gets up, and puts her arms around her uncle's neck, demanding attention with one loud, "E-mooon!"

"My love," he laughs, and you find yourself wishing this wouldn't be the last you'll hear of the sound.

My new station might not be so bad, after all.

Aemond attends to Jaehaera, while you play with her brothers, until a smiling Helaena walks in the room.

"Aemond," she greets pleasantly, "you've met y/n."

You both stand, and Aemond places a kiss on his sister's cheek, "Hmm, I have," he looks back at you, before adding in a lower voice, but one he made sure you still could hear, "if I had half a mind, dear sister, I would have her attend to me, instead."

You can't help but smile at that, and Helaena does too, looking between you and her brother, then she muses, eyes glazing, "Lovely blue stone casting its glow, uniting tormented loving bones."

"Uhm," confusion shows on your face.

"Don't fret," Aemond says to you, "she does that often. My dear sister." He lovingly wraps an arm around her, before excusing himself to go attend to the council.

"It was a pleasure, lady y/n." He nods to you.

"The pleasure is all mine, my prince," you curtsy, one final time, before he leaves the room.

As Aemond walks to the council, he feels much lighter, and one thing's for certain. He's going to have to a word with his brother that you were not to be messed with, in any way.

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You walk through the streets of the Red Keep, Prince Aemond a steady presence by your side. Normally, you'd have Princess Helaena's sworn knights accompany you while you carry out the tasks she set out, but ever since a few months ago, Aemond has taken it upon himself to watch over you as well.

The two knights still follow, as per their duty, some distance behind the two of you, so you're not sure why Aemond continues to take useful time out of his agenda, just to walk with you.

But you didn't mind, all the same. You found yourself feeling at home in his company.

Since that day when Aemond walked in on your enthusiastic storytelling, which you still feel flustered just thinking about, he has visited Helaena and the children's quarters more often.

And by extension, by the grace of whatever gods exist, this means that he's around you a lot.

You've been able to see him as more than just a handsome prince to fawn over, more than a royal to pledge fealty to.

You've been able to see Aemond, who he truly is, as much as he has allowed you. And, he's been getting to know you as well, but you unknowingly brush his efforts off as him showing mere courtesy to the caretaker of his niece and nephews.

That is, until Helaena one day said, absentmindedly, "I'm happy Aemond visits nearly every day now."

"Princess? Hasn't he always done this anyway?"

"Hmm, well, yes, he did so, around once or twice a week if his council duties allow him the time."

You nodded, knowing that Prince Aemond held a valuable position in Queen Rhaenyra's great council.

She continues, "But now... he finds the time every day, even just for a few minutes, to stop by. I'm pleased about this little change."

You smiled, sharing in Helaena's delight.

Then she added, "I might have to thank you for that."

"M-me, princess?"

"Mhmm," she just smiled giddily, before turning away to work on her embroidery.

The memory replays in your head, as Aemond walks beside you, so close your hands brush each other once in a while.

If he notices, then he must not mind. You don't, either.

Today, you are tasked with picking up silks for the Princess' new dress. You and your company walk through the market, the people parting when they notice the Prince heading their way, knights in tow.

You don't notice the man coming from around the corner, carrying a huge straw basket on his shoulders, which nearly swings against your head.

But Aemond was quick to act, taking your hand and pulling you out of the way, close to him.

The man mumbles his apologies, to which you say, "It's alright, I'm okay."

But you look up at Aemond who seems to be glaring at the man, his voice cold when he speaks, "Watch yourself next time."

"Of course, my prince. Sorry, my prince." He scurries away in a rush, clearly fearing the prince's wrath.

As you walk on, you find that the prince has held on to your hand, even rubbing his thumb on it soothingly from time to time, and you don't protest.

You briefly think of how the two of you must look, hand in hand. Almost like lovers.

You turn away, your thoughts making you feel bashful. Aemond gradually halts, and with gentle fingers on your chin, turns your head to face him.

"Something the matter?" he asks coyly.

Oh he knows what he's doing.

His hand still grips yours firmly, while the other holds your face.

"Nothing, my prince."

He smiles, satisfied, and you continue on.

"I thought I told you to only call me by name," he says, "No need for the formality."

"It just doesn't feel right, prince Aemond."

"Why not?"

"Because you're the prince, and I'm just, well, me."

He doesn't say anything, simply walking on, until he says, almost to himself, "I believe you're more extraordinary than you allow yourself to think."

You look at him, appreciating his words, believing them. You realize just how much you've grown to trust Aemond.

At this point, you reach your destination, so say, "We're here... Aemond."

He smiles at you brightly, the sight of it so overwhelming, "Hmm."

Hmm, indeed.

You hand the tailor the scroll on which Princess Helaena listed what she needs, and he abruptly gets to work, retrieving materials from all around the stall.

You look around, Aemond doing the same on the other side of the room. Then you come across a tray of jewels, stones of different hues and sizes. The one thing that caught your eye was a deep blue sapphire, so beautiful it made the other stones look plain in comparison.

You pick it up, weighing it in your hand, smiling to yourself.

"See anything you like?" Aemond comes up behind you.

"Oh, yes, well. This is beautiful, isn't it? It reminds me of a pendant my mother once possessed. It also contained a sapphire, which I must say is my favourite stone. Blue is my favourite colour, you know?" You study the sapphire, bringing it up to look at it closely.

"Yes, I know, you've told me." Aemond smiles, his heart feeling tender as he listens to you musing out loud.

You speak up again, raising the sapphire to his face, "And look, it even matches your eyes. Equally beautiful."

His face lights up, "You flatter me, my love."

My love.

You're interrupted by the knight, entering the stall, addressing the prince, "My prince, might I remind you of the materials for your new royal cloak, as ordered by your Lady mother."

"Ah yes," Aemond says, face falling, "go see to it."

The knight nods, and goes off to speak to the tailor.

"Something wrong? Not elated at having a new cloak?" you ask playfully, thinking it to be just a light matter.

"Hmm? No, I suppose it's just... where I will have to don it for."

You become confused as to why his disposition has fallen, so you continue to ask, "A ceremony? Some tedious banquet?"

Aemond had told you once about how little he cared for the feasts and banquets, empty processions with no true objective.

His voice grows solemn, and he looks at you directly, as if to make a confession, "I am to have a courtship ceremony. My mother wishes to have me wed very soon."

"Oh."

You turn away, placing the sapphire back down, and desperately try to distract yourself with something else. You suddenly feel foolish for even imagining the two of you as lovers earlier. For ever reading too much into the prince's kindness.

Of course he will be married. And even if... even if... he actually desired you, he wouldn't choose you. You were a lady, yes, but your House was one of the smaller ones in Westeros. A small and humble, dormant stronghold in the Westlands.

Noone of any significance, at least, when compared to a Targaryen prince.

"Say something, my lady," he implores you.

You try to steady your voice, and it comes out cold, "That's good news, my prince. I wish you would find a fruitful union."

"Do you?" he matches your tone, almost mockingly.

"Of course."

Aemond suddenly feels irate at your coldness, but mostly, he hates that he may have caused it. It wasn't his fault, after all, was it? He's merely fulfilling his duty to his House, to his family. Who are you to make him suddenly feel wretched about the whole ordeal?

But he does. He feels empty, at the sight of you now, at how your smile has faded.

Aemond speaks again, his tone biting, "Thank you for your well wishes, my lady. I do want for myself a beautiful, noble wife."

"Sure, my prince."

"Fuck's sake, y/n, call me Aemond." he spits out, exasperated.

"My prince, we have acquired everything. We can leave now if you wish." The knight is back, with the goods held under his arm.

Aemond looks at you expectantly, and you're not sure what for. You say nothing, your mind still reeling at his impending betrothal.

"Very well." Aemond walks out first.

When you make your way back to the castle, Aemond walks faster, some distance ahead of you the whole time.

And you want nothing more than to return to your quarters, busy yourself with taking care of the children, and completely forget about their soon-to-be-wed uncle.

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You're in your private quarters, which are adjacent to Princess Helaena's, in case she might need to call on you.

You feel downtrodden, and you barely left the room today, asking leave from the Princess, stating that you felt rather ill. Helaena, kind and generous as ever, was quick to agree and even ordered the Maester to bring you some medicinal tea.

It has been days since your ill-fated visit to the Red Keep. This morning, Prince Aemond's courtship ceremony took place, and you had woken up with a sense of dread.

It must have finished already, I wonder who it was he chose. She must be beautiful, indeed, a highborn lady from an important House. A valuable ally to House Targaryen.

You try to focus on reading your texts, but your mind keeps drifting back to the Prince and whoever his chosen consort might be.

You worry about how it will feel, seeing him constantly when he visits the Princess and her children. Knowing all the while that you can never have him.

Why am I fooling myself? I never could have had him, and it had been that way since the beginning.

A knock echoes. Three, sure, raps on the wood, making you jump, not expecting anyone at such a late hour.

"Princess Helaena?" you ask, although you're fairly certain it isn't her, as she has already gone to bed much earlier. And, she usually calls out as well.

Nothing. The knock repeats, sounding more urgent.

You walk to the door, and you've only just opened it an inch, when it's pushed open wide. All at once, you're enveloped in Aemond's arms, his distinct scent intoxicating your senses, so close. So close.

Before anything can be said, he presses his lips to yours.

Everything else disappears. Suddenly, he isn't to be married, you didn't have an argument days ago, you no longer feel despondent, the pressure you feel about your lesser birthright is gone.

He is just Aemond, and you're just you. Lips dancing with each other, heartbeat pounding in your ears. Your hands reach up to each other's face, carressing blindly, like a fight on who will cover more ground.

It feels so good, so right, that a tear threatens to roll down your face.

He breaks away, only because he's out of breath, your face held like treasure in his hands, his forehead pressed to yours.

His eyes are shut, and lips are parted. His brows are furrowed, reflecting his frustration, impatience, his longing.

Then he opens his eyes, that endlessly arresting blue.

"I'm afraid... that I... have fallen in love with you."

"Aemond." The tear that you were fighting back, finally rolls down, and he catches it, looking at you in wonder.

"I would wed you if I could. If only I could," his voice breaks, all his emotion pouring out.

"I know." You feel numb, like you're floating on air. Both exalted and overjoyed, as well as broken by the impossibility of what you want.

"I fucking hate this," he seethes, feeling out of control, the one thing he's ever wanted, he can't truly have.

Then he spins on his heel, letting you go, hastily leaving out the door.

You had no idea that it would also be the last you would see of the prince, for a long while.

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News of the battle of the Stepstones spread like wildfire. The Targaryen and Velaryon armies were victorious in defeating the infamous Triarchy.

Apparently, it had been Daemon and Aemond Targaryen who served as primary catalysts for victory, their prowess in battle and their dragons tipping the scale over to their cause.

There were plenty of casualties, as is the outcome of war, but unfortunately, you had received word that Prince Aemond also suffered a grave injury.

The messenger did not specify on his condition, and simply heeded Princess Helaena that she may visit her battle-worn brother.

You and Helaena rush through the hallways, arm in arm, and you try your best to comfort her, but you feel dread yourself. Aemond dwells in your thoughts, taking over everything else. Is he alright? You're sure that you won't know peace until you find out.

You reach his quarters, the knight opening the door and announcing Princess Helaena's arrival.

The room is engulfed in shadow, and you catch a glimpse of him, facing away from you, sitting in front of his hearth.

You didn't understand. What was he afflicted with?

"Aemond..." Helaena starts to approach him, hands clasped nervously in front of her.

"Just you, sister. Your handmaiden is not needed."

Helaena turns to you, eyes widening, unsure of what to say. Sweet Helaena did not have it in her to just send you away, when she knew you were also concerned for her brother's wellbeing.

"Aemond," you call out to him, not able to see his expression.

"Leave us," he orders, clearly directed at you, and you're left with no choice but to follow. The knight ushers you out of the room, and when the door slams, you feel hollow inside.

He had pushed you away. Why?

You pace in front of the doors, as you wait for Helaena to come out.

A long while later, when she does, you take her hands immediately, "My princess, is Aemond alright?"

She turns her head, "Y/n, I cannot say."

"What do you mean?"

"He will... be fine. But that's all I can say, forgive me. I promised him." She pulls her hands away, and walks back to her quarters, expecting you to follow.

If there were no guards posted outside, you would barge inside and demand answers from him. Your heart ached for Aemond, and whatever pain he may be feeling. You wish desperately that he would let you be of any help, and you would do anything.

But the doors remain closed, with the guards looking at you pointedly, so you use what little strength you have left, and follow Helaena.

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Aemond has barely left his quarters since the injury, tormenting himself with self-doubt and feeding his rage.

For a prince who studied the sword nearly all his life, for a fighter who pore over countless battle strategies and combat methods, he was still overpowered.

And, by the fucking Crab Feeder, of all people.

The wretch paid his debt with his life. Aemond made sure to give him a torturous death, even with blood spilling out of where his left eye used to be, looking every bit of a madman as he felt in that moment.

Each time he glances his reflection, his bright red scar commands his attention, like a reminder of his weakness. His faults in battle.

Perhaps my visage has finally reflected the monster within.

Amidst his incessantly negative, obsessive thinking, you also manage to plague his mind, every now and then.

He remembers that night, before he was called off into battle, when he made his confession to you.

Was it all for naught? I am to be married, after all, mother already having picked the top prospects for me. Perhaps, I should just commit to my duties, and cease all this fanciful dreaming. Of her. Of... love.

But one thing that he also can't deny, was that it was your image that flashed by his eyes, like one last glance offered by his heart, when the knife struck him in the face, and he fell to his knees. Fearing it was the end, for just a moment, it was you whom he thought of.

How can you even look at him now, with the same admiration? Aemond's loss also bred a darkness inside him, simmering beneath the surface, and he fears he's no longer the same man you wanted.

But... but he's almost certain, that if he lets you go, it just may torment him all of his life. Haunted by what could have been.

No.You're inside of me now. The only man I want to be is the man whom you love. I need to know if you still see me, for who I am, after all this.

He slips out of his quarters, while the castle sleeps, with only you in his mind.

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Someone knocks at your door, in a familiar pattern. You don't need to call out to know who it is.

With bare feet, you walk soundlessly towards the door, stopping just before it.

A moment passes, nothing.

"Aemond," you say, "I know it's you."

You walk closer, and rest your head on the wood, your hand coming up as if to reach through. You think you can feel him, on the other side.

"Y/n," he finally speaks, his voice sounding hoarse.

"Aemond," the both of you stand there, yearning lovers separated by a mere divide, neither one making a move.

"Don't... don't open the door."

"I won't," your heart breaks at how he sounds. Almost scared.

"I don't want you to see me like this."

As much as you long to see him in that instant, and how you know it doesn't matter how he appears, you grant his wish, letting him have this, "Okay."

"Would you like to sit?" you ask.

"Sit?"

"Yes, we can... sit with our backs to the door, and just... talk."

"Oh," is all he responds.

"Only if you want, of course." you say hurriedly.

"Well," he whispers. Then you hear shuffling from the other side, and a low thud that may be from his back hitting the wood.

You follow suit, and just sit, letting the comforting silence wash over.

"I'm sorry," he says.

"What for, Aemond?"

He responds dryly, "For this shit. I know it's not ideal."

"Oh my love," you whisper, and Aemond leans back, relishing the way you addressed him, "I'm happy to have you, however you'd let me."

For the first time since the battle, Aemond Targaryen actually smiles.

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For many nights, across the coming weeks, that is how you and Aemond would enjoy each other's company. He would come to your door, the hallways partially under the blanket of moonlight, and the two of you would simply converse. About your days. About stories. About his niece and nephews, whom he haven't yet visited since his injury.

Sometimes, you would just sit, with nothing needed to be said. Just content with the mere presence of the other.

One night, Lady Alicent heads to her daughter Helaena's quarters, wishing to leave something for her grandchildren. When she hears a voice down the hallway, one which she clearly recognizes to be her son's.

Alicent has been preoccupied with Aemond since the battle, worrying that he has been of low spirits, almost never leaving his quarters. Never allowing anyone inside, and letting them glance at his face, apart from herself, the maester, and his siblings.

He didn't want to see pity reflected in people's eyes, he had said blankly.

It pained her deeply to see her son so wounded, so lifeless. Aemond has always been a quiet boy, preferring to observe rather than to partake. Although, he is every bit a dragon as his name suggests, his fire revealing itself in his determination, in his relentless, tactical pursuit of his objectives.

And now, as he has suffered a damning blow, he remains quiet in a different way. One laced with self-loathing and dissatisfaction.

Which is why Alicent almost cannot believe her eyes, when she spies her son, casually sitting back against a door, speaking to whoever is on the other side.

And she is even more astounded when she hears it clearly. Her son, Aemond, lets out a laugh. Genuine, and light-hearted, the rare sound like music to her ears. She struggles to remember when she heard him laugh in such a way, even before the battle.

Alicent determines whose quarters her son sits by, right down the hallway from Helaena's. She had heard of you in passing, from Helaena, who had hinted at her handmaiden catching Aemond's eye. She did not think much of it at the time, and assumed it was merely a passing fancy. Her second son has never devoted much attention to such things, after all, unlike Aegon. Which is why she arranged for his courtship ceremony, in hopes that it might help him select a suitable consort, but his mind was somewhere else that morning. And now, she knows it that was on you.

She wonders what kind of a woman you might be, if you've been able to affect Aemond in such a way.

She turns around, and heads back to her quarters, so as not to disturb the both of you. A plan forms in her mind, and tomorrow, she would relay the news to her Aemond.

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The next night, you hear him knock, and you prepare to sit by the doors yet again. But then Aemond calls out, "May I come in, my love?"

You swallow, both excitement and nervousness settling in your bones, "Yes, come in, Aemond."

He enters slowly, and your eyes can finally feast on the sight of him again. You look at him thoroughly, walking around him, ignoring the confused expression on his face.

"My love?"

"That's what you were afraid for me to see? Your eye?"

He swallows thickly, "Uh, well, the wound has healed much since the battle, and the maester has just crafted this eyepatch for me today," he says, pointing to his face. "It was horribly worse before, when I first visited you, and-"

You cut him off gently, "Oh, Aemond. I wouldn't have cared. My heart breaks for you, yes, and I wish you didn't have to suffer this injury but..." you move closer, reaching up to caress his sculpted cheekbone, "if anything, this only adds to your beauty."

"What?" he breathes out, smiling.

"Hasn't it been said that battle scars can add character?" you smile.

He blinks at you, like he doesn't believe what he's hearing, then just turns away, walking over to your bed, and uncermoniously plopping himself down on it.

"Fuck."

"Aemond?" you worry that you might have spoken out of turn, and walk over to him.

"You... you're amazing."

You laugh dryly, "Thank you?"

"I thought you would pity me, feel sorry for me. I thought you might be afraid."

You take a deep breath, and sit next to him. "I could never be afraid of you."

He nods, understanding now, and says, "I would like you to see something. Well, two things, actually."

"Okay."

With deft hands, he lifts his eyepatch, revealing the sapphire glowing beneath. With bated breath, he waits for you to speak.

"A sapphire," you breathe out in wonder. It truly was beautiful, and in some way, befitting of Aemond.

"There were several options, but when I was presented with this, I knew. It reminded me of you."

"Aemond," you whisper affectionately, "you're beautiful."

He smiles, "Hmm, and another thing." He then reaches out of his pocket and pulls out a chain, or rather a metallic necklace.

"Turn around."

You do as he says, awaiting the feeling of his gift on your skin.

Afterward, you look down, studying it, an interlocking silver sequence with a central pendant. And on the pendant...

"It's a sapphire, made out of the same exact stone as my eye. This way, my love, you will always have a part of me with you."

"Oh, Aemond," you continue to stare at your new necklace, the sapphire being the thing that warms your heart the most, "It's beautiful, thank you."

You can't help but reach for his face, and bring his lips to yours. He returns it eagerly, and he pulls you in closer by the waist.

"Oh, and another thing..." he pulls away, smirking.

"Another?" You're fairly certain he's surprised you enough tonight.

He smiles at you widely, his eyes sparkling at the thought of what he's about to divulge.

"What is it?" you press on, keen to know what it is that's uplifting him so.

"My mother, Lady Alicent, has agreed for us to be wed."

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I didn't plan for this to be that long, holy hell.

Everyone, I am so gone, after seeing that finale, all I can think about is Aemond. I need professional help.

Only if Aemond is the professional.

#house of the dragon #aemond targaryen x y/n #aemond targaryen imagine #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen #ewan mitchell #midnights

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foggysirens · 8 months

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i don’t care what anyone else says luke skywalker is a mamas boy through and through.

like someone at tosche station makes a shitty remark about beru never having her own kids? decked right in the face no hesitation. something inside the homestead breaks down? lukes got it fixed in an instant. beru hasn’t had enough to drink one day? he’s topping up her glass from his if he has to. a fight with biggs? he’s talking to beru about it the second he’s home. they spend hours together in the evenings reading or discussing droid upgrades together and luke always brings her back little trinkets for the kitchen and living room whenever he goes to town. holding her arm whenever they go into town together, strolling through the stalls aimlessly, pointing out things and chatting. beru teaches him about different star patterns, sitting out together, laying on the domed roof of the homestead, a tradition they carry on even after luke has far surpassed her in knowledge of the stars.

and later, luke taking every spare second he can to read books about the history of naboo and it’s young queen. tracing his fingers over the pages of her painted face and trying his hardest to pick out features similar to his own. how he’ll sit and reach into the force and try to find another scrap of memory about her, reaching for a flash of a feeling, a fleeting imagine, anything but the nothing he remembers. how luke will travel to naboo once a year to visit the tomb of the mother he never got to meet, but loved him enough to give her life, and lay flowers at the feet of the statue there in her honour. how he slowly works small pieces of naboo culture into his everyday practices, taking silent moments to sketch and compose poetry once he learns how important art is to its people.

because dont get me wrong, i love talking about the various father figures he’s had in his life and how owen, obi wan and anakin have all played their part in his development as a character, but i think it is a great tragedy to overlook how important beru and padme are to what makes luke luke as well and damn it if it doesn’t just make so much sense for his character because of how he interacted with all the paternal figures in his life that luke is just much more of a mamas boy at heart than anything else.

#luke skywalker #star wars #mj.chatter #YOURE GONNA TELL ME THAT IM WRONG???

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scaredcrab · 2 months

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Macaque x Reader - Silly Vallentine

Promotional Disclaimer: This chapter is being posted here to promote the whole work on AO3! To read more chapters, go to the AO3 link, in fact, the new chapters will be posted there first!

✐ 1 Chapter summary: Overcome by boredom, Macaque goes for a walk on Valentine's Day and finds you. An event that turns out to be more amusing than expected.

✐ Category: Fluff; Hurt/Comfort; Cute; Slow Burn; Slow Romance; Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence; Reader-Insert; Touch-Starved; Cuddling & Snuggling; Foreign Reader; Gender-Neutral Pronouns; Humor; Mythology References; Not Beta Read.

Trigger Warning (for the whole work, not this chapter in particular): Angst; Blood and Violence; Trust Issues; Self-Esteem Issues; Self-Worth Issues; lots of issues; Xenophobia; Trauma; Swearing; Emotional Baggage; Emotional Hurt.

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Chapter 1 - Valentine

This kind of celebration usually doesn't matter much to warriors dedicated only to fighting and revenge, there's no time to meet new people and to love if you're busy going after a hated acquaintance.

But that doesn't mean boredom can't knock on these people's doors.

A powerful monkey demon walks through a large city disguised as an ordinary human. The monotony of his hiding place had ended up irritating him, resulting in a stroll during "lovers day".

The tedium was enormous to make someone so reclusive go out on a day like this. Streets are full of commemorative decorations, mainly pink heart-shaped ornaments, and serenades with sweet music can be heard everywhere, even the sky looked rosier than usual, however what occupies the surroundings more than the color pink are couples laughing.

Couples that make you want to throw up for being so clingy, many of them look like exaggerated caricatures of what a happy pair would look like. The demon even rolled his eyes when he heard some phrases from the loose lovebirds, sometimes having a good hearing is a nightmare.

"I'm scared, honey, what if I don't like the people at the party?" - A short girl passes by the monkey.

"Calm down, if you get nervous, we'll just get out of there. Trust me, we're in this together." - The other girl takes one of her partner's shoulders and speaks in a sweet, calm voice.

He stops in place, for a brief moment.

... Yeah, even though the concept of clingy couples was a little annoying, there was a part of him that held a certain... Interest.

The idea of having someone who cares about your emotional and physical state, the idea of being appreciated, someone to give you attention and affection, someone to trust, all of this was somehow pleasant to imagine. A part of him really craved someone he could actually count on, someone that would actually choose to stay with him.

The warrior shook his head to get that unimportant feeling out of there. Is the holiday making him emotional? This is so pathetic. Like, come on, he had more fun things to do than that!

The biggest fun of being on the streets today is watching couples break up. Or to see people rejecting each other. Dramatic love situations filled with people with broken hearts, looking like over-the-top soap operas in real life. That was pure entertainment.

A rattling bell and the sound of hard material hitting the wall shows that someone has opened a door not far away with incredible brute force, the door in question being the door of a luxuriant restaurant.

"Wait! Come back! What did I do wrong, my little pudding?!" - A man cried while trying to reach a woman in a fancy dress.

"I've already made it clear to you that I hate it when you call me that. What were you thinking, showing up dressed like that in front of my entire family?" - She pointed with her index finger at the clown nose the man had on his face.

"I-I wanted to make your family have fun."

"You made everyone laugh at me! Laugh at us. You made me look like an idiot!"

Ooh, this was a good drama, an argument for a ridiculous reason. This gives a bunch of inspiration to an artist, stupid story scenarios becomes the perfect reference to fun scenes. The beauty and the clown, yeah, this could be the theme of a shadow play, a funny one. A few laughs escaped the demon's lips, so much suffering for such a stupid reason was a special comedy to watch.

Unfortunately for him, the pairing didn't take long to reconcile, returning to the restaurant's interior happily and holding hands.

He rolled his eyes at the scene, boredom returned and, so did his quest for entertainment. Maybe looking for fun outside the hideout wasn't such a good idea at all.

He looked at the restaurant through the front window, taking off his hood of his head, so it wouldn't get in the way of the view, inside there were several couples eating fancy dishes that looked delicious...

Ah yes, the second reason to go out today, the food.

The dishes had too many heart decorations for the Six Eared Macaque's taste, however, that didn't change how tasty they looked. Main courses full of meats and spices, a big variety of drinks and sugary desserts filled the space in every busy table.

If he sneaks into the shadows the right way, it won't be hard to get some good meals.

His belly growled.

"AaaAh! That was loud!" - He looked to the side and saw... You. - "Gosh, you scared me!"

Macaque jumped startled, he hadn't seen that a human had approached to look in the window too. A loud noise came from your belly almost as if it was competing with his stomach.

"Oh... You must be hungry. You also don't have a partner to eat a Valentine's Day food?" - Your hunger had reminded you of that scary noise that came from his tummy.

Macaque was starting to consider fleeing away from there, all he needs less now is boring small talk in the midst of invasion plans.

"Today there are various places offering special dishes for couples, but only for couples." - You keep talking even without hearing an answer from him. - "I'm alone too, so I understand the feeling of walking around without a partner, it makes us think about all the good food we're missing. I only left my house today to see everything decorated and pink, you know. I wanted to see the city transformed."

/ Does this human get chatty when hungry, or are they just naturally annoying? /

After that thought, the belly of the two rumbled together, a synchronized noise, it sounded like a were a rehearsed trick.

"Argh! Those foods look so delicious! I would even pay someone to accompany me, pretending to be my partner."

/ Wait a minute, what did they just say? /

"Would you really pay someone to do something like that?" - An interest appeared behind the question.

"Of course, I really want the couples discounts and stuff." - You answered honestly without even thinking twice, it's a habit of yours that ends up putting you in complicated situations all the time.

A mischievous grin broke out on his face.

He turned around and put a hand on your shoulder to have your attention just for him, you look into the eyes of the man who was holding you. - "Well, today is your lucky day! I am completely willing to cooperate with you in exchange for a good payment."

Now the human eyes stared at the man, the owner of those eyes carrying a certain nervousness within them. We all know that you shouldn't make deals with strangers, you know that very well yourself, but this is an opportunity to eat the exclusive foods that will only be available for today...

You took a good look at his figure to study his details, checking out the sparkle in his eyes, the charming smile, the beard that added the final touch to his attractive face. He wears clothes in nice colors that match each other, specifically dark red and black, his dark hair wasn't super tidy but wasn't tossed around either. The strands look very soft too, a strange urge to stroke the locks of hair haunted your head, but you held back. A man full of charisma stood before you.

You had to admit, he is hot. He is really hot, and he probably knows that (right?), so how expensive would that service be?

"... And how much would be a good payment in your opinion?"

He moved closer to your ear (a thing that made your whole body heat up and shiver) and using a seductive, soft voice, he whispered the value. Your brain melted hearing the voice while collapsed, listening to the number being said. God. The company of pretty men really was expensive.

He seemed to be delighted to see you shudder, to see you making such a shocked expression at the answer, a smug and satisfied smile graced his face. And honestly, this attitude only made you feel more silly feelings in your chest.

"My lord! This much just because you're handsome?!"

"Nice try, but flattering me isn't going to make me change the price I set."

"W-Wait! Let's talk a few things before accepting any price! Like, what places do you allow us to go? What couple things I can do with you? What are your personal boundaries? It wouldn't be fair to charge a specific amount without considering certain things."

The man stares at you intently for a few seconds like someone trying to see through dark glass, arms crossed defensively as he "scans" you up and down. He seemed to be searching for lies through the aura of your soul, or something like this.

"... Like a spoken contract? A kind of sacred agreement between us?" - You nodded with your head.

After thinking some more, Macaque started to say his limitations: No kisses. No hugs. No pet names. You're only allowed to walk holding hands (so you don't end up getting lost).

On your turn to speak, you negotiate the places to visit: an elegant restaurant, a chocolate fondue stand and a cute cafe. These places had great deals for couples and unique Valentine's Day dishes.

/ Isn't that too much food for just one person? /

He had no idea how much food would fit in your stomach, but he could eat a lot himself, so he was getting a big prize. Caring for you was the least of his worries, so your final state at the end of the tour doesn't matter as long as he's well paid and well-fed.

Being so demanding and limiting turned out to affect the final price of the deal, you would have to pay less to the fake boyfriend, but it was still a hefty price.

With everything settled, it was time to pay.

You looked in your wallet with a sad expression. - "Goodbye sweet money, I will never forget you."

When you were about to hand over the payment, you remembered a basic socialization step.

"Wait a minute! I don't know your name." - You held your money close to your chest, hesitating.

The monkey blinked in disbelief, processing the moment, of all suspicious things was it the lack of name that made you hesitate?

A light chuckle escaped from him. - "You can call me Mac. What about you?"

After revealing your name, you glared at the man as you slowly handed over the money, taking your time to say goodbye to the lost fortune. When he took the money from your hands, you made a thin little noise of suffering. Honestly, you're so exaggerated.

We can say that you're dumb too! Knowing each other's names isn't going to stop one from running off with the payment. Lucky for you, Macaque was starting to be entertained by the human innocence. Or would it be better to say stupidity instead of innocence?

Well, it doesn't matter, a fake date has begun.

#lmk #lego monkie kid #monkie kid #lmk x reader #lego monkie kid x reader #lmk macaque x reader #macaque x reader #lmk fanfiction

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zablife · 11 months

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Hello, Lee! ❤️

Ok, John. No request but imagine/headcanon/something.

John climbing through the window to meet his girlfriend or s/o in the middle of the night? And the next day he returns to Small Heath with leaves on his clothes or perhaps a thorn in his hands, but it was certainly worth it 😂. Probably Arthur finds that very funny, and Tommy "not again" but if his brother is happy...

Flor, I took inspo from your lovely ask and included it here, but perhaps not quite the way you meant. I hope you still like it! In this one Y/n is healed from her wound and is ready for trouble which is good bc she finds it with John right before Tommy's wedding! This is prob the closest thing I will ever write to crack fic so enjoy this bit of utter nonsense!

Read previous parts here.

Plus One (Partners in Crime AU)

John Shelby x Y/n Solomons

“Who’s your man, Ada?” Polly asked, eager to know everyone attending Tommy’s upcoming wedding. “He’s not from one of your political meetings is he?”

“Tommy would hate that, wouldn’t he?” she asked with a smirk. “But no, he’s not. I’m bringing a man from the library.”

“John that only leaves you, love,” Polly noted. “Grace doesn’t want uneven numbers so you’ll have to find someone.”

“Why don’t you ask Y/n?” Ada asked, trying to be helpful.

John pulled a face at her remark before exclaiming, “Are you daft? I can’t ask her!”

“Why not? You’re always together,” Polly pointed out.

“We work together, Pol. Thought this was supposed to be a night off. Besides, she’s a pain in my arse,” John replied, twisting the toothpick in his mouth with great agitation.

“I think you fancy her! Are you afraid she’ll say no and break your heart?” Ada teased, shoving her elbow into his ribs playfully.

“Fuck off!” John said, stomping away. The family had noticed he was spending more time with you recently even when you weren’t on the job and he was tired of the insinuations that there was anything more than friendship between you.

As he took a stroll outside the Garrison, he made a mental list of everyone he could possibly ask, but the only girls he could think of were whores. A few of the girls had serviced Tommy after the war so that definitely wouldn’t do. After careful deliberation, he hated to admit that you were looking like the best option after all. He just didn't know how to ask you, knowing you'd hold this over him for months.

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Despite his predicament, there was work to be done. Tonight your brothers wanted you to report back on the Russian royals living in Hampton Court Palace and their jewels, an interesting task considering the orgy of epic proportions going on in the parlor.

John stole a glance at you from his position at the door, gun in hand in case a partygoer or member of staff should wander in unannounced. “Three minutes,” he reminded you of the time you had left before the guards would check the rooms again.

“Four! Get a watch that fucking works!” you hissed in return.

John tapped at the glass above the ticking hands, then held the time piece to his ear as you continued to pry at the case holding the jewelry Alfie instructed you to find. There would be no robbery tonight, only reconnaissance so you knew you had time for a bit of fun.

After taking a quick inventory of what was kept in the duchess’ bedroom, you took up one of the rings, admiring the biggest diamond you’d ever seen against your fingers in the dim light. “Look at this beauty,” you cooed at the gem.

“Stop playing dress up, Y/n! Do you want to get shot?” John warned you harshly as he moved away from his post.

“By the cossacks or you?” you asked cooly. Standing to your full height, you paced toward him so he could see the irritation in your eyes as you pushed his arm away from you carefully. “Watch where you’re pointing that thing! You know I don’t like it when you bring that one.”

“And what’s wrong with me Webley?” he asked, looking down at the gun.

“Jumps on the hammer, don’t it? Nearly shot your bollocks off last week,” you said at full volume.

“Stop talking so loud about my balls, alright?” Glancing down the hall, his eyes grew wide as he whispered, “Someone’s comin’” and began dragging you away from the door.

You tried to shake him off reasoning. “I been practicing my Russian accent. We’ll be fine. Let me do the talking,” you said, attempting to jerk your arm from his grasp.

John whipped you around to face him arguing, “What are you going to say? You brought me up here for a shag?” Looking at you doubtfully, he added, “No one here is going to believe you’re Russian.”

“Yeah? Well, no one’s going to believe I’d fuck a bellend like you either! Not for all the money in—” but John cut you off, shoving you out an open window. He came barreling out after you with a grunt, rolling toward you into the flower bushes.

Just as he did, two men went rushing past, unaware of your presence on the well-manicured lawn. You didn’t understand what they were saying, but the sounds echoing inside of their rough curses and heavy boots were enough to make you grateful you hadn’t attempted your plan.

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As you drove home John stole a glance at you, a smug smile tugging at his lips. “That’s two for me,” he commented.

“Two what?” you said, picking leaves from your hair.

“I’ve saved your life twice, alley cat. Three if you count the lie I’m going to have to tell to keep anyone from finding out you stole that ring tonight,” he chuckled, gesturing toward your left hand.

You gasped as you realized that in the chaos of your escape, you absconded with the jewel you’d been admiring earlier. “Fucking hell!” you exclaimed, trying to wiggle it free. However, it wouldn’t budge and John watched you claw at your hand helplessly as he shook with laughter.

“That’ll teach you to impersonate a bloody duchess!” he roared.

In desperation to remove the ring, you began sucking on your finger to use your saliva as a lubricant, but John quickly pulled your hand away.

“Stop it! You don’t know where that thing’s been,” he said, disgustedly. “You wouldn’t believe the things Tommy’s told me about what they do with their gems.”

“Like what?” you asked in a distracted, far off voice, too busy watching your finger turn from red to purple as you squeezed at the metal band painfully.

John snickered as he replied, “Tatiana said that’s been inside her aunt’s dusty old cunt!”

“Get it off me!” you cried, thrusting your hand in his face and slapping at his shoulders as though the ring was burning your skin.

The car swerved as John batted you away, scolding you in his deep fatherly voice he reserved for his errant children. “Behave yourself, Y/n. I’m fucking driving!”

You slumped back in your seat with a frown, feeling the gem snag your dress as you crossed your arms over your chest. Thinking of Alfie’s explicit instructions not to take anything from the house, you lit a cigarette and began to ponder a way to hide your accidental theft.

It wasn’t long before John’s taunts drew you from your sulking. “So what’s Russian pussy taste like, Y/n?”

Exhaling smoke in his direction you retorted, “Probably the same as the cock you had to suck to get in the front door, you fuck wit. Now help me figure out what I’m going to do about this!” you cried.

“I’ll sort this for you,” John said confidently, eyes trained on the road once more. He knew Tommy would do anything to keep Grace happy, even concealing this massive fuck up from Alfie.

“Yeah, how?” you challenged him, exhausted and definitely not in the mood for his scheming.

“Let’s go see Tommy,” he announced.

“Now?” you shrieked. John just nodded. “Is he even awake?”

“You’re asking the wrong questions, sweetheart,” John said with a smirk.

You rolled your eyes at him, letting your head drop back against the bench seat in frustration.

“So do you like weddings?” he asked nervously clutching at the steering wheel, though he had no reason to be. You’d have to say yes after a favor like this.

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The light of the pre dawn hours had not yet breached the Shelby household when an ominous scratching noise woke Tommy and Polly. Giving up any hope he had of resting the day before his wedding, Tommy rose cautiously with his pistol in hand. Creeping toward the steps in the darkness, he held his breath as he heard the thud of a body tripping over the low windowsill.

“On your fucking feet before I put a bullet in your head,” he warned in a low growl. He readied his weapon, fearing the worst before seeing a lighter flicker to life before him and John’s face appear in an orange halo of light.

“For fucks sake, it’s me Tommy!” he called out, brushing off his jacket which was still coated in dirt and grass, a few leaves sticking out from his back pockets.

Tommy came forward to light a lamp and took in the sight of his younger brother helping you through the window, a large diamond ring shining brightly on your left hand. He blinked several times at the sight, rubbing his eyes to be sure he wasn’t dreaming.

“We need your help, brother,” John said cryptically.

Tommy stood still for a moment, running a hand down his face before exhaling a weary reply. “What have you two done now?”

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Read next part Birthday Gift

#Peaky Blinders fanfic #Peaky Blinders imagine #John shelby #John Shelby x Solomons sister #John Shelby x you #john shelby x y/n #John Shelby x reader

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stomach-bugg09 · 1 year

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what about neteyam bringing home someone (romantic) and fali and y/n just teasing the shit out of them in front of the family😭😭

summary: [y/n] knows neteyam’s big secret.

a/n: okay i’m actually crying this is so short but so sweet. like not only does it embody fali and [y/n]’s dynamic , but it’s a strong example of how much [y/n] loves her baby siblings. she would do anything for them , despite how much she teases them. i hope you all enjoy reading as much as i enjoyed writing !! reblogs + feedback are always appreciated !!

tags: @rafeslovergirl @wxnderingthoughts @liyahsocorro @bonnibuckets @hjkshshjkhklhkl @itssiaaax @grierpilots @fleurbeass @23victoria @nyotamalfoy

warnings: literally nothing, sm fluff, the cutest thing i have possibly ever written, healthy sibling relationships

words: 895 ( sorry y’all , it’s much shorter than i meant , but i didn’t wanna ruin it by adding too much !! )

baby brother’s got a girl

not once in her life could [y/n] have imagined any of her baby brothers bagging a girl.

sure, they had their father’s genes, but they also had their father’s stupidity, a trait that was communicated through their inability to woo any girl their age. trust me when i say that [y/n] has witnessed a multitude of failed attempts, especially back when they still lived in high camp.

as long as she knew her brothers, which was for about fourteen to sixteen years—roughly—she also knew they were a hot commodity based on their mere titles as the sons of the toruk makto. that always crashed and burned as soon as they talked due to the unfortunate fact that boys were just too awkward to flirt back.

that’s why [y/n] was absolutely floored when she found out lo'ak's attempts with tsireya were actually successful.

hey, she supposed. anything can happen in awa’atlu, right? i mean, i found love, which was thought impossible just a year ago.

but, there was a difference between impossible and just out of this goddamn world. it was just a few days ago that [y/n] realized, not only did lo’ak have a girl of his own, but neteyam did.

neteyam, of course, had no idea that [y/n] knew. he was trying to keep it a secret. only until they were, well, official past the mutual flirting stage. he also thought that he was being sly… he was not!

it was one night when, after neytiri and jake left to go meet up with some of the clan’s adults for some social thing ( the metkayina loved to party ), neteyam quietly tip-toed past where [y/n] laid stretched out on the ground, admiring the ceiling in complete and utter boredom.

“where are you going, bro?” [y/n] sat up with a grin.

he froze immediately, eyes closing in frustration. “uh, just… out.” neteyam slowly turned towards her with an innocent smile.

“out?” she questioned, eyes widening in amusement. when he only nodded, she pushed herself up off the ground, standing on her two feet. “so, this has nothing to do with ipey?”

“shit,” he cursed, head dropping in defeat.

“ahah!” [y/n] declared, pointing at him. at the sound of the rest of their siblings shifting in their sleep, she immediately quieted down. “ahah,” she repeated in a whisper.

“[y/n],” he bagged quietly, walking towards her and grabbing her shoulders. “please do not tell anyone. please!” neteyam pulled her in, nose to nose, and [y/n] had to keep herself from breaking into laughter. “i do not need mom and dad up my ass about this right now.”

[y/n] bit her bottom lip in amusement. “aw, poor baby boy and his private life.” neteyam only gave her an unamused look. “okay, okay!” [y/n] stepped backwards, hands raised in mock defense. “your secret’s safe with me.”

“thank you,” neteyam breathed out, relief flooding his voice.

“but!” he looked back up, eyes flaring in concern. “only if you don’t mind fali and me just… taking a casual stroll on the beach, maybe keeping an eye out for disobedient teenagers.”

“are you kidding?”

[y/n] only smiled. “not in the slightest!” at that, fali stepped out from the doorway where he’d been standing for the past few minutes to listen to the discussion.

“don’t worry, bud, we’re just gonna be out there to keep our favorite sully boy from doing anything gross.” fali grinned deviously.

at the same time that neteyam protested, “you are disgusting,” lo’ak’s voice called from where he slept. “hey!”

neteyam’s jaw-dropped at that. “now lo’ak knows?”

[y/n] only laughed. “oh, please, he already knew.”

“yeah!” he yelled from the back of the marui. “i’m the one who told [y/n] and fali in the first place.”

“he also told the rest of us,” kiri mumbled with a tired huff. tuk hummed in agreement.

neteyam dropped his head in defeat. “i hate all of you. like, every single one of you. so, so much.”

“aw, you don’t mean that, little brother!” [y/n] cried teasingly as he spun around and stomped out the door. “you love us!”

“stay safe, make good choices!” fali echoed, the couple laughing as he only shook his head, shoulders tense and full of annoyance.

they only watched from the dock as he made his way across the beach, disappearing once he turned the corner. [y/n] smiled from where she leaned against fali, his arm wrapped around her in comfort.

“you think he’s gonna be okay?” fali wondered quietly.

[y/n] only chuckled. “i hope so. i cannot handle a heart-broken neteyam. that would be, like, the worst thing in the entire world.”

“is it because you love your brother so much?” fali teased.

“uh, no,” she replied dryly. “it’s because i don’t want to deal with tears and snot.”

fali dropped her head back, letting out a loud stream of laughter at that. the vibrations of his chest sent a smile across [y/n]’s face, her body melting into his embrace even more.

“oh, please,” he whispered once he calmed down. “you would drop anything to make sure he’s okay.”

“i hate when you’re right.”

with that, he pressed a kiss on top of her head. “and yet, here we are.”

she nodded slowly, closing her eyes and leaning her head against him. “here we are.”

#avatar 2 #avatar the way of water #neteyam sully #loak sully #sully family x reader #sully family x y/n #tuk sully #tuktirey #sully family #kiri sully #sully siblings x reader #sully!reader #fali x reader

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unknown-lab · 11 months

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What is Love? (Part 2)

Pairing: Dazai Osamu x reader

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Cheating

Part 1: What is Love?

Here you go, part 2! This is kinda rushed, and I wasn't planning on making part 2, but a lot of people requested for it. So here it is, enjoy!

Amidst whispered echoes, they proclaimed the essence of existence. With hope blooming, I embraced a fleeting glimpse of bliss, only to witness his departure. If this is what so-called normal life is, I'd rather not go through it again.

So here I am, leaning on the balcony railing, gazing at the view before me. A theme park lies not far away, where Dazai and I would go on dates. It was a joyful place, and I imagine him now, perhaps creating new memories with someone else, riding roller coasters together. On the other side, there's a beach—a serene spot Dazai would take me to when life became overwhelming. It may not have been as thrilling as the theme park, but it offered solace. Could they be there now, strolling together and reminiscing, just as we used to?

To others, the view would be filled with vibrant colors, but for me, it's now shrouded in shades of gray, black, and white. No vibrant hues remain. Ah, if I were to leap from this 20th-floor balcony, where would I end up? Heaven or Hell? There seems to be nothing left to lose; I've already lost everything.

Climbing onto the railing, I hold onto the wall for support, tears streaming down my cheeks. Why… Why must I endure this pain? Why is it that others can simply live happily…? If I take that leap, everything will come to an end…

Suddenly, a door slams, jolting me from my thoughts. Before I can react, a strong force pulls me back, wrapping me in a warm embrace. Held tightly, I find solace in the arms that envelop me, soothing my anguish. It feels as though this person understands my pain. In that moment, I don't care who he is—all I want is to release everything I've been holding inside. And deep down, I sense that he's not a bad person.

As the storm within me subsides, I look up at him, still cradled in his embrace. Slowly, I pull away and ask, "Why are you here?" This person before me is my therapist, whom I've been seeing for the past two years. I used to have numerous issues before I met Dazai, and my therapist and I would have weekly sessions. However, as time went on and I grew closer to Dazai, our meetings became less frequent—sometimes once a month or even longer intervals.

"You missed your appointment. And… you mentioned that if you ever missed one, I should come to check on you." He releases me and gently wipes away my tears. It becomes evident that he genuinely cares for his patients. "Please don't do that again."

After explaining what occurred, he offers to continue helping me as my therapist. Every day after work, he visits my apartment to ensure I'm not engaging in self-destructive behavior. Even when he's too busy, he sends thoughtful messages and arranges for food delivery. Initially, I felt guilty for burdening him and rejected his assistance numerous times. However, he remained insistent, stating that it was in my best interest. I cannot deny that I appreciate his unwavering support.

During his extended breaks, he takes me on vacations overseas. Over time, his presence has helped me heal from the heartbreak I experienced months ago. Though thoughts of Dazai still cross my mind occasionally, my therapist is always there to gently redirect my focus. I've ceased dwelling on him and started concentrating on my career. And as for… any feelings I may have for my therapist, I choose to keep them to myself, maintaining the professional boundaries of our relationship.

On a Christmas night,

as we head back to my place, I notice a familiar silhouette standing outside my house—it's Dazai. I wonder why he's here. He hasn't changed one bit; his presence is a reminder of a past I'm trying to move on from.

"You can go home first. Thank you for escorting me back. I might have something to attend to…" I apologize to my therapist, feeling sorry for disrupting our evening.

"It's alright. I'll stay here with you. What if you become sad again?" He steps aside, offering me a comforting smile. I can't quite grasp his emotions; since I've known him, he has always maintained a calm expression—after all, he's a therapist.

I approach Dazai, and he greets me with a smile. "May I help you?" I ask, returning the smile.

"Who's that?" Dazai looks at my therapist, confusion apparent on his face.

"Oh, him? He's my therapist," I reply, hoping to alleviate any concerns.

"Why is he here with you?" Dazai raises an eyebrow, growing even more puzzled.

"We went for a walk. Is there a problem?" My therapist joins us, casually draping his arm over my shoulder and drawing me closer.

"I see…" Dazai's expression turns to amusement, recognizing that our relationship extends beyond the confines of a typical doctor-patient dynamic. "Well then, I have somewhere else to be, and... Merry Christmas." Without waiting for a response, he walks away, his hands casually tucked into his pockets.

I call out his name, aching to understand the purpose of his visit. He can't simply be here to wish me Merry Christmas. There must be something more. Pushing my therapist's arm away, I rush after Dazai, grabbing his shoulder to make him face me.

"Why were you here?" I ask, my breathing slightly labored.

"To wish you a Merry Christmas, of course." Dazai tilts his head slightly and glances at his watch. "Is there anything else you need? I really must go now."

Unable to resist, I muster the courage to ask him. Memories flood my mind, overwhelming me. I've always been someone who struggles to let go.

"Do you think we can start anew?" I inquire, averting my gaze. I'm aware my current expression may not be ideal for this moment. I understand that I'm deluding myself—that compared to him, I'm insignificant. It's him who should be apologizing, not me. But those thoughts fade into insignificance now…

"Appreciate what you have in the present. The more you yearn, the more it can betray you," he responds, patting my head gently. I sense hesitation in his touch, perhaps a tinge of guilt. Surprisingly, his words don't wound me further; instead, they offer confirmation that it's time for me to move forward. I watch as he enters the elevator, and just before the doors close, he utters one last phrase.

"Perhaps in the next life, I'll treat you better."

Dazai's POV

Ah, she has found someone new, someone who can offer her the love and care she deserves. It's a relief to see her in the arms of someone who can support her fragile heart. I know I failed her in so many ways, and she deserves someone who can truly understand and cherish her.

As I watch her with her new partner, I can't help but feel a mix of emotions—regret, sadness, and a glimmer of hope for her future happiness. I know deep down that I wasn't the right person for her, that my own demons and shortcomings prevented me from being the partner she needed.

I reflect on the pain I caused her, the heartbreak that lingers as a reminder of my mistakes. She may appear strong and independent on the outside, but I know she has a vulnerable side that requires genuine support and care. And I have come to terms with the fact that I am not capable of providing that for her.

As I observe her moving on, finding solace in the presence of another, I hold onto the hope that in the next life, if fate allows, we may cross paths again. Perhaps then, I can learn from my past mistakes and be the person she truly deserves. I want nothing more than to see her genuinely happy, even if it means it won't be with me.

So, for now, I'll take solace in the fact that she has found someone who can bring a genuine smile to her face. And in the depths of my heart, I silently hope that in the next life, I'll have the opportunity to make amends and treat her with the love and respect she deserves.

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wooahaes · 6 months

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on the house

pairing: non-idol!seungmin x gn!reader

genre: fluff.

word count: 0.8k~

warnings: food mentions. reader has a golden retriever. reader and seungmin crushing on each other like idiots btw.

daisy's notes: also hi isa @sseastar thank u for help on this one as well!! <3

Seungmin liked the familiarity of the farmers market. The faces he saw regularly, both in terms of customers and other vendors, and the fact he could always find something interesting when his grandfather gave him a small break to explore. It wasn’t monotonous in the slightest (that’s where the interesting things helped), but… if there was one constant he could count on, it was you.

See, Seungmin barely remembered when you started coming here. All he knew was that you did, because you’d always walk your golden retriever through, and you’d always stop by this stall to see what jams and whatnot his grandfather bought this time. Your pup (Juniper, you once told him, like the berry? You can call her Junie, though) was always so well-behaved, even though she always knew Seungmin was carrying treats in his pockets (mainly for her). He’d chat you up as you looked through the selection, sometimes kneeling down to give Junie her treats and attention. He liked the cute bandanas you had loosely tied around her, just barely hiding her collar, and the way she sat dutifully by your side. You’d always told him that Juniper loved seeing him.

But Seungmin, thankfully, was not an idiot. It was you. You liked seeing him. You had a crush on him. And, no, it did not take someone else pointing it out to him for him to realize.

(He didn’t realize it until his grandfather let it slip that you’d come by twice until he told you Seungmin was too busy with exams to be there. That he would be back on Saturday, though, and sure enough… There you were, casually strolling past.)

For a while, Seungmin had just assumed you really liked jam. Or that you were a fan of fruit, since you sometimes bought some from their stand as well. The jam was the showstopper of it all, though: it was what people always loved the most, and you’d always complimented it when you came by. Yet figuring out that it was him you were coming for made a lot more sense. Sure, he liked the jam, too, but he couldn’t imagine himself stopping by constantly to survey the different kinds. Learning that you were crushing on him made him a little more smug, though: you were cute, and he liked you enough from your talks…

So when you came by later that week, Seungmin had a plan. His grandpa always ended up helping other customers, sending Seungmin over to you to help you make your selection and pay. Conversation always came easy to the two of you: he’d ask you about college, you’d ask him about college, and then you’d start talking about something silly that happened. Sometimes about Felix (he’s just my friend!) or Hyunjin (also just a friend–I’m single, haha) and something that they said…

“You know,” Seungmin was picking up a jar of strawberry jam, carefully wrapping it to keep it secure. “You don’t have to keep buying so much jam. I know you want to see me.”

“What?” Your eyes went wide, and for a moment, Seungmin wondered if he fucked up. Yet he saw the way you averted your gaze, pouting a little as you grew more flustered. Oh. He caught you outright. “Junie wants to see you. Not me.”

He chuckled. “Right… Just Juniper.”

“I’m here for the jam,” you said, still not meeting his gaze. The moment your eyes flickered back to him (just to his hands), you tore them away immediately, too embarrassed to even look at him now. “Nothing else. It’s not like I like you like that—”

Ah. He’d have to never mention that to anyone. Jeongin would tease him and say something about you ‘stealing his line’ since Seungmin… wasn’t always the most up front with his feelings. This time had been different: one of you needed to make a move, and Seungmin didn’t want your wallet to hurt any further than it already did.

“Grandpa said you came by when I was busy with exams,” he said, “and that you suddenly didn’t come back until Saturday since he told you that’s when I’d be back.”

“That means literally nothing. You carry treats for Juniper. Why would I subject her to expecting to see you?” You finally gathered your nerves enough to meet Seungmin’s gaze for a minute. “Maybe if your grandparents didn’t make good jam—”

He chuckled, picking up one of the mini jars while his grandfather wasn’t looking. He jotted down his number on a sticky note, placing it into the bag.

“Wait, I didn’t—”

“It’s on the house,” he said. “Just call me later. I’ll be mad if you don’t.”

You snatched the sticky note off the top of it, shoving it into your pocket for safekeeping. “Then pick up when I do… or I’ll be mad if you don’t.”

He’d make sure to answer on the first ring if it meant seeing your flustered face again soon… outside of the farmers market.

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yuujispinkhair · 1 year

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To the end (Chapter 4)

The end of the world as you knew it began with the virus spreading in your dorm. Six months later, you are once again on the run. By your side is Sukuna, the bad boy of your camp, the most unlikely companion you expected. But maybe this is exactly as it should be because sometimes hope comes in the form of a smug smirk and a tattooed pair of sword-yielding arms.

Chapter 1 ++ Chapter 2 ++ Chapter 3

Pairing: Sukuna x Reader (female) Genre: Zombie Apocalypse AU, horror, smut and some fluff Word Count: 3.5k Warnings: 18+, this chapter is rather tame, but the overall story contains violence, gore, angst, smut, cumshot, cum-eating, squirting, rough sex, zombies, fighting, knives, blood, mentions of several side characters' deaths, alcohol, cigarettes, suicidal thoughts. This AU is based on The Walking Dead, so imagine a world like this. It's cruel and hopeless at times, but there is also a love story :) All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

A big part of your everyday life now is to explore the vicinity of your hut. Combing through the forest to look for traces of Yuuji and for everything that could be useful for your survival out here. Food, supplies, and weapons.

Today's excursion is a successful one. You and Sukuna stumble upon an abandoned construction truck, which from the looks of it, used to serve as a break room for former timbermen.

The lock is easy to break. Excitement washes over you as the metal chain rattles softly in your hands. Before you can pull open the door though, Sukuna's hand lands on your arm, and he pushes past you.

"Let me go in first."

"I can do that too, you know? I'm not completely helpless."

He huffs and grins at you over his tattoed shoulder, amusement sparkling in his maroon-colored eyes.

"Maybe I just want to get my hands on the best stuff in there. Too bad for you that you let me go first, huh, princess?"

You roll your eyes and put both hands on his broad back, shoving him playfully. Or trying to, because you can't move his muscular body even an inch.

"Shut up, and open the door. I am curious what's inside."

Two weeks ago, you wouldn't have dared to talk to him like this. Sukuna always seemed so intimidating in your old camp. He used to be someone you didn't want to get too close to. Funny how being stuck together in a small hut can change the way you feel about someone. And maybe sharing kisses with him and fucking like rabbits helped too.

The door swings open with a soft creaking sound. Sukuna's muscles tense under your hands as he lifts his hands with the knives in them, carefully checking the inside for any surprises in the form of undead souls.

"Clear."

You let out a breath of relief at his low voice that carries a triumphant tone in just that one word.

Your hands fall to your sides, and you slowly follow Sukuna into the truck.

Sukuna whistles appreciatively as he strolls into the narrow space, his hands buried casually in the pockets of his cargo pants.

"Nice! Guess those guys used to have a fun workday."

Your gaze follows his, and you chuckle.

A rather extensive collection of beer and coke cans line the metallic shelve that's installed at the wall. On the small table beneath it is a stack of cigarette packs and several bags of chips and cookies. The crown piece of the former lunch supply is, to your amusement, an almost full bottle of vodka.

You and Sukuna put all the stuff into your backpacks before you make your way back to the hut, sharing a package of chips and a can of coke on your way.

The few zombies you encounter on the way pose no challenge, and Sukuna slays them casually with one hand while taking a sip from his coke.

You huff at the cocky display of arrogance, but when his maroon gaze lands on you, he raises an eyebrow and tells you in a far too smug voice,

"Oh, don't gimme that look. I know you get wet from watching me fight."

Your heated attempt at denial gets silenced by Sukuna shoving the coke can into your face and a loud laugh coming from him.

Later that day, when the sun is starting to set, Sukuna rummages through the newly acquired supplies and pulls out the vodka bottle with a big smirk on his face.

"Hey, brat, wanna have a party at the end of the world?"

You can't help but snort, but the offer sounds too tempting to turn down.

You try to remember the last time you went to a real party. The memory is blurry, like most things that took place before the virus. It was another world back then. And somehow, you find it hard to relate to the person you had been back then.

She had spent hours getting ready for a party, excited and nervous because she might see her crush. She sang along loudly to her favorite songs and danced in front of the mirror without a care in the world. Her biggest worry was whether to wear a black or blue shirt.

That girl doesn't exist anymore. Only traces of her are left now that your world has been turned upside down.

A year ago, you went to a party with that nice and a bit nerdy guy from your English course who started to stammer when you just held his hand and who you could have brought home to meet your family at any time.

Now you lift your head to smile at a heavily tattoed guy with a vodka bottle in his hands who has a body count of at least three people and countless zombies. Literal body count, not sex-wise. Though, judging by the way he fucks you, he has a high body count in that department too.

The craziness of it all makes you laugh out loud, and you shrug,

"Oh, why not? Let's have a party."

The twinkle in Sukuna's eyes lets you know that you picked the right answer.

The two of you end up sitting next to each other on a blanket on the floor of the hut, leaning back against the wall, legs stretched out comfortably in front of you.

It feels homely, like an indoor picnic you might do on an evening with friends or a sleepover. A candle is flickering softly in a small glass jar, shedding a warm glow on the hut's interior. The blanket is filled with opened chips and cookie packages, a coke can for each of you, and in Sukuna's tattoed hand is the vodka bottle.

He lets his head fall back against the wall and takes a big gulp directly out of the bottle.

You watch his eyes close, long eyelashes fanning out over his high cheekbones when he drinks. Not for the first time, you catch yourself admiring his beauty. The angular shape of his jaw, the gracefully curved lips, the smooth tan skin. The black filigree lines of his tattoos don't taint that beauty but add to it. Framing his handsome face enticingly.

He is a work of art. A walking contradiction. Beauty and violence combined.

Sukuna's adam's apple bops when he swallows the drink, followed by a satisfied sigh that pulls you out of your thoughts.

"Damn, that's good! It's been too long! Here, have some too."

Sukuna hands the vodka to you, the corners of his lips lifted in that typical boyish smirk. Your fingers brush over his as you take the bottle from him.

The taste is rather vile. The vodka is too warm, and it must be a cheap one, tasting too strongly of alcohol. But it fills your stomach with comforting warmth, and your head gets cloudy with a soothing buzz almost instantly.

This is nice.

It's nice to sit here on the floor surrounded by snacks. It's nice to sip vodka and slowly get tipsy from it. To feel the tension leave your body. Almost as if the world isn't ending out there.

It's nice to be here with Sukuna, sitting next to him, so close that you almost touch. You are suddenly filled with an intense feeling of gratefulness. You are glad that he is here by your side. That you aren't alone in this hell. And Sukuna proved to be a good zombie apocalypse partner. An excellent one.

You find yourself drifting closer to him until you are leaning against his side, and you can rest your head on his shoulder, snuggling comfortably against his muscular frame.

Your worries seem far away right now. It's like you and Sukuna exist in a bubble detached from the harsh reality. As if you are just two regular college students who went on a hiking trip or something in the woods. Two people who snuck away from their group to enjoy an intimate moment of bonding while getting drunk together on cheap vodka.

The alcohol makes you feel less tense. It lets you push the constant fear and worries into the back of your mind where they aren't as overwhelming anymore.

You're feeling warm, and your head is spinning in a good way. You find yourself giggling and laughing, joking around with Sukuna while the bottle of vodka passes from his hand to yours and back again. It looks like his grin gets broader with every sip he takes.

He is more relaxed, too, laughing and flirting even more with you than usual in his typical rude but charming way. It's lighthearted and funny. Playful banter like you would have at a normal party too.

You find yourself talking a lot more with him than ever before. Telling him stories about your former life. About your college courses, your dream career, and the funny things that happened in your dorm. About all the things that were your life before the virus put an end to all of that.

And Sukuna laughs and toasts to it and, to your surprise, shares his own stories about his former life. A life that is long gone and will never come back.

You lift your head from his shoulder to look at him as he talks. His maroon eyes glitter in the candlelight, looking so alive and warm in the golden glow of the candle. The grin on his handsome face is so genuine and open, like you have never seen him before, as he talks about college, his sports team, and the stupid stunts he pulled at parties.

The alcohol in your brain makes you more direct. Before you take the next sip of vodka, you blurt out,

"Why do you have all those tattoos? Especially the face tattoos. They are pretty extreme, you know."

You chuckle and reach out to run a finger over the black lines on his jaw, tracing them slowly with your fingertip.

Sukuna shrugs and smirks at you. His low voice sounds amused,

"Let me say this first: I was a difficult kid. As long as I can remember, I have always gotten into trouble. I'm just not good with authorities. I get angry when people try to tell me what to do or when they are stupid or...I don't know. I just get pissed off, and I do some dumb stuff."

You laugh loudly as you look up at him, nodding in agreement that you can imagine that all too well.

Sukuna grins back at you and runs a hand through his pink hair, smoothing it down before continuing his story of how he got his tattoos.

"The thing with the tattoos started when I was mad at my grandpa for something. I can't even remember what it was, but I left the house to go to some shady bar and get drunk. And there was this guy who did tattoos for the Yakuza. I decided the best way to piss off my grandpa would be to get tattoed. So I told that guy to take me to his shop and do it right away. He found it funny, I think. Took me to his place and did the face tattoos. Those were actually the first ones I got. I came back a few weeks later to get the ones on my body done."

You shake your head, eying him with a skeptical look.

"Those were some drastic measures just to piss your grandpa off."

Sukuna shrugs and huffs,

"Yeah, what can I say? I didn't care about the consequences at that moment. I just felt this need to show my grandpa that I am the only one who has a say when it comes to my life. Even if it meant showing him that I could always get worse. It was pretty stupid. I lost my job at the cinema snack stand because of those tattoos. And I think I was about to get suspended from college too. But I didn't care. It's not like I had a dream career or something like that. I would have probably ended up doing some illegal shit to get by. Well, in the long run, none of it mattered anyways. I guess the zombie apocalypse saved me from becoming a real Yakuza."

He laughs softly, but a shadow flickers over his face, and he averts his gaze, eyes fixed on the flickering flame of the candle when he continues softly,

"It was typical of me. I just couldn't fit into regular life. It wasn't for me. All those rules and obligations. I always wanted to break out of that, and I fought anyone who tried to make me bend to those rules. Maybe that's why I seem to handle the apocalypse so well. Maybe I was made for a world like this. For chaos and anarchy."

For a moment, silence settles between you. Sukuna's little tale started as a funny and dumb story but turned into something much more serious.

His words make something in your heart twist painfully. You catch yourself thinking that this boy with the smug smirk is far more broken when he wants anyone to know.

His past sounds like the re-telling of an accident that you know will happen but cannot prevent. Sukuna had been heading straight into his very personal apocalypse even before the virus outbreak. And Sukuna is smart. He knew that he was working towards his own ruin but was unable to stop it because he couldn't let go of his urge to rebel, to always stand proud, and never grovel before anyone.

His story is that of a lost cause. A troublemaker who would never fit society's standards. The type of guy who everyone would have warned you about and told you to stay away from so he wouldn't drag you down with him.

You remember that moment after Sukuna killed those two guys who had wanted to take your supplies. That moment when he had been worried you were scared of him. Half convinced that you would push him away. Because maybe that is what had happened all his life.

It makes you feel a strange kind of sympathy for him. As cocky and dangerous as Sukuna appears, the last weeks with him have shown you that there is more to him than his tough shell. He might be an asshole, but he is a rather nice asshole. His humor actually makes you laugh. You respect him for his many skills and his intelligence. And you know that without him, you wouldn't be alive at this point. Because Sukuna can actually be quite protective. It's kind of tragic that most people never got to see this side of him.

A heavy silence has settled between the two of you.

You aren't sure how to react. Reach out and put a hand on Sukuna's knee to show him you understand? Or elbow him and laugh about his wild past. Before you can decide what to do, Sukuna is the one who eases the tension. He smirks at you, eyeing you with a teasing glint in his eyes,

"Why did you want to know about my tattoos? Do you like them? They are sexy, aren't they?"

"Yeah...I mean...kind of?"

"I know you're into them. Ok, my turn. What are your favorite movies?"

You can't help but giggle at his reply, elbowing him and rolling your eyes. Still, your annoyance isn't real, and it's obvious when you snuggle back against Sukuna's side, getting comfortable again as you tell him about your favorite movies.

You spend hours like that, talking about the things you like. About movies, about your preferred coffee order, things that are far away and that you will probably never get back. And yet it feels nice to get filled with sweet nostalgia as you remember those things that used to bring you joy.

At some point, Sukuna's arm wraps around you, holding you closely against his side.

He feels comforting, a body full of strong muscles and reassuring warmth. His voice is low and soothing, tongue slightly heavy from all the vodka. It sounds good on him, though, sexy and smooth.

He tells you about his family. About his parents, who died young, long before the virus, back when Sukuna and Yuuji were only children.

And he tells you about his grandpa, who the twins grew up with.

The grumpy old man who taught them how to fight and who took them to bars and pachinkos at a much too young age but always tried to teach them to make friends and use their strength to help others. A man who did his best to raise his grandsons to become good people.

A man who, in Sukuna's opinion, failed because he only had one grandson who is a good guy: Yuuji. Sukuna's twin brother.

Sukuna's voice becomes a bit rough when he talks about him. Obviously worried about Yuuji, obviously missing him by his side.

The brother who is closer to Sukuna than anyone else.

The brother who built pillow forts with Sukuna when they were little and stayed in his bed the whole night because he had nightmares, and Sukuna told him he would protect him and chase all the monsters in Yuuji's dreams away.

The brother who is sunshine incarnate and so full of kindness and compassion.

"My brother is the most important person to me. Yuuji is...he is a good guy. Sometimes too good for this world. He is too selfless. I have to find him to make sure he doesn't play the hero. He is my little brother. I am responsible for him."

"You are twins, Sukuna. You are the same age."

"I am the older one! By a whole three minutes!"

He exclaims loudly in mock exasperation. Something you know he must have said so many times ever since he and Yuuji were little that it has become an automatic reply, a reflex. It makes you laugh fondly.

It's sweet somehow to see this side of Sukuna. To see beyond that arrogant and ruthless shell. He isn't just a zombie slayer or survival expert. He is also a brother, a grandson, and a friend. He has people he cares about and who care about him. And you seem to be one of them now.

The smirk on Sukuna's face is boyish, so attractive that you can't look away. He shakes his head slightly before continuing,

"But seriously, Yuuji always has my back. I mean, sure, he gets mad at me and tells me off for getting into trouble. He even punched me in the face one time. Gave me a nice black eye..."

He laughs at that, eyes focusing on a spot behind you, clearly seeing a memory flash before his inner eye. A memory that makes a smile play around his lips.

He is still smiling as he trails a hand down your arm, making you shiver at his soft touch, at the now familiar feeling of his skin on yours. His long fingers gently pry the bottle of vodka out of your grasp. He brings it to his lips, tilting his head back to take another gulp. The last one, you realize.

Sukuna sighs as he puts the empty bottle away and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, and then he continues, picking up where he left off,

"Even though he doesn't approve of what I do, Yuuji has my back. He gets me out of shit. I would have been in a lot more trouble in the past if it weren't for him. He never gave up on me, no matter how much trouble I got into. That's the way Yuuji is. He gives second chances and wants to save everyone. That's a dangerous thing. Especially now. I hate not knowing where he is or what he's doing. I should be by his side and protect him, just like I promised him when we were little kids."

You can see a strange softness in Sukuna's eyes. He truly loves his brother. You can see that. It tugs at your heartstrings. Somehow seeing a tough guy like Sukuna talk so affectionately about someone hits you hard. A crass reminder that he isn't a heartless monster who goes through this world unbothered about what happens to others.

He has a heart, and he loves with that heart. Loves deeply with it from what it looks like.

Sukuna is worried about his little brother. He is worried and restless until he gets reunited with Yuuji again.

Before you know it, you reach out and place your hand on Sukuna's, giving it a reassuring squeeze before you intertwine your fingers with his.

"I hope we'll find your brother soon."

Thank you so much for reading!! I cried while writing the part about Sukuna's past. I am so weak for him!! I hope you enjoyed his little backstory and the party at the end of the world :) Please let me know what you think. Comments and reblogs make me happy!

Chapter 5

#sukuna x reader #sukuna fluff #sukuna smut #sukuna #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk fluff

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madame-fear · 1 year

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I’ve been thinking of soft thoughts recently, I very much think Luke would be the sun to your moon, and he’d take you on strolls of the palace gardens and tell you things his mother taught him, and you’d listen with stars in your eyes because it’s very clear he’s passionate about what he’s talking about. And maybe he’d look to you because you’ve not said much in a while, and he just catches your eyes and flushes because he’s never seen anyone look at him like that before.

I just had this thought and needed to share haha

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Oh my god. YES. Damn your soft thoughts are amazing! Do share them! They make nice imagines🥹🥹💕

I think it would be such a sweet, sweet situation. Both of you walking together in the gardens, talking to you about (and sharing with you) the knowledge he has regarding the castle, such as it's history and it's rulers, maybe some things about High Valyrian and the tales of Old Valyria, the history of the Targaryens... he would pretty much ramble to you about all his knowledge, and like you said, the thing his mother taught him.

Him being the sweet boy he is with you, would love to share with you all his knowledge. And maybe, he'd extend it a bit too much, just mindlessly talking, not realising he's been talking too much with no breaks the entire walk through the gardens. When he does realise the only voice that has been heard was his, and you haven't said anything, he'd immediatly shut and turn around to look at you, with an apologising look on his green eyes.

“I-I'm sorry! You're probably tired of hearing me talk–”

But he'd stop right there, once he notices that look in your eyes. That soft look of pure love, your eyes are deeply – and quite intensely – looking into his with a certain brightness and shine he's never seen on someone else's eyes.

Of course, Luke would probably become a flustered mess right there, and would constantly stumble upon his own words at seeing your eyes being so encaptivated into his, attentively listening to everything he says. The way you admiringly stare at him would immediatly make his heart flutter, and his stomach to have butterflies... no one has stared at him that way before!

“No no, please continue.” you respond, gently taking his delicate hand, and rubbing it with your thumb. “You were just talking about the history of how Targaryens became dragonriders, and I am quite interested in hearing it.”

Luke would quickly lick his nearly dried lips, and his gaze would immediatly lower to your interwined hands, feeling as if he could melt right there under your touch, and stare. It would take him some stuttering to go back into his talking, but he wouldn't be mindlessly rambling... he'd feel more down to earth with your soft thumb rubbing his hand in a tender way.

And right there, in that precise moment, he realised... he was slowly falling in love with you.

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kasdeyalilith · 2 years

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Be My Solace, My Love

Warnings: Angst with Comfort

Synopsis: Reader is tired of everything but Genshin Char is there to help.

Characters: Albedo; Scaramouche; Xiao; Ayato; Diluc (x GN Reader)

Since the day began, it feels as though it has been out to get you by throwing problem after problem at you. To awaken to a sleepy lover who is angry with you over something insignificant. Having a foul mood before leaving for work, only to be met by a mountain of paperwork that must be completed by the end of the day. Your coworkers aren't exactly Mr. Sunshine either; some are jealous of your new position, while others are unhappy that you were promoted so quickly after just a few years on the job. Skipping lunch to get more work done just made things worse, and then a female employee who has made it clear she has a thing for your boyfriend trips you up, spilling the box you were carefully holding. Furious, you seized her by the hair and struck her in the face, letting out all of your pent-up rage in one swift motion.

It didn't take long for your boss to yell at you both and haul you into his office for punishment. Because you could no longer tolerate your toxic work environment and excessive workload, you submitted your resignation and walked out.

Of course, it started to rain and you forgot to pack an umbrella, just like some cliché play scenario. You didn't care anymore, so you strolled through it and arrived at your shared home drenched in rain like a dog. Because of the boots your partner left by the door, you assumed he had already arrived home from work. Since you didn't want to face him right now, you turned around and went into the kitchen. When he saw you walk past him, he followed you to the kitchen so he could confront you about how you behaved at work, punching someone and resigning after.

"Care to tell me how you behaved like a deranged hilichurl and punch someone? Also resigning from work? You're not usually like this (Y/N). I expected better from you"

Your lover crosses his arm, reprimanding you with a frown on his face.

"You're not gonna explain? Fine, two can play th-"

"Shut up, you don't even know what shit happened to me today"

"Wha-"

"How can you? You're always gone or you're too tired to talk or you're just so cold that I can't even tell you things that's happening to me. My problems are too small compared to yours right? I'm just some insignificant mortal to you, why even bother to talk now. I'm so tired, everyday feels worse, maybe this too won't work anymore I-"

"Don't say that (Y/N)"

He doesn't know what to do after hearing about you fighting with someone; fear grips him as he imagines you being wounded. He doesn't know how to approach you about it, so he confronts you instead, guilt gnawing at him as you turn to face him, on the edge of sobbing.

He wraps his arms around you and kisses your head. Fear and regret were already washing over him as you sobbed on his chest. He lets you cry it all out, never breaking his embrace with you, only tightening it further while you sob in front of him. He's not used to expressing his feelings and affection. He has no idea how much it hurts you, and to scold you after what happened? He curses himself, because he is the one who does not deserve you right now. He takes your kindness and love for granted. Apologizing isn't enough, so he swore to be a better lover now that you need him more.

"I'm sorry (Y/N), promising right now won't make things better and I'm not a good lover to you either but one thing I'm sure of is that I love you so much. I'll be better for you..... and if you want I can purge that workplace of yours includi-"

He stops when he heard you laugh, weakly punching his chest as you look up to him. He smiles subconsciously at the sight, and he forces his brain to remember every feature of your beautiful face.

"You looks so handsome when you smile"

"What? What are you talking about? The disrespect-"

He continues to mumble incoherently as he tries to conceal the redness of his face, but you can't help but notice that his ears, in particular, are glowing a bright crimson.

"I love you"

"I love you too (Y/N) and I'm sorry again"

"It's all good, I'm sorry too but thank you for having you by my side. It means a lot"

"I should be the one saying that, Archons you'll be my fall (Y/N) but I'll gladly have it than you without my side"

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He's a simp your honor,

anyways thanks for reading as always, you guys are the best. Since everything seems stressful lately, I want to make this as some of comfort. Enjoy reading.

#genshin #genshin impact #xiao #genshin impact xiao #kunikuzushi #genshin angst #xiao angst #xiao x reader #albedo x reader #scaramouche+x+reader #scaramouche x reader #diluc x you #diluc x reader #albedo angst #kamisato ayato #ayato headcanons #ayato imagines

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animedancer14 · 3 months

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TW: Mention of Death

Rainy Days

"The rain was always your favorite. You always loved listening to it patter against the rooftops. Remember when we would sit out on the porch and just listen to the rain. You loved the smell of the rain, too. You opened all the windows in the house, and it would always smell like fresh air and clean laundry," Sugawara said, stroking your cheek.

He smiled as he looked down at you. You were always beautiful but right now you looked like an angel. Especially in the white dress you were wearing.. Never in his life had he met someone so perfect, there can't be someone so perfect. Until you came into his life.

"I remember that first day I met you. It was our third year and you transferred to Karasuno and when you walked into my class you knocked me off my feet. The more I got to know you the more I fell. I was so nervous every time we studied together because my heart was pounding. I thought you could hear it."

He lifted your left hand so he could brush his thumb over your fingers and the engagement ring that adorned your finger.

"When I asked you to marry me it was at nationals when we won. You were waiting to congratulate us on the win and I couldn't stop myself from dropping down on one knee and asking. Everyone was surprised because we only dated for a short while but like I said. You were my one and only."

He felt hot tears spring to his eyes as he desperately tried to blink them away.

"Suga. It's time," Daichi reported, clapping a hand on his back.

"Looks like it's time for you to shine Angel," Sugawara said, his voice breaking.

Sugawara left the room you were in to take his seat in the front row in between Daichi and Asahi. Asahi gave him a comforting squeeze on his shoulder. He felt others hands on his shoulders in support. When the doors opened everyone stood up and turned to look at his beautiful girl.

He felt like his heart was being ripped out of his chest as he saw you come down the aisle. He didn't pay much attention to what the priest was saying, he couldn't focus on anything except for his beloved.

It wasn't often Suga felt overwhelmed but he needed to take a break. He exited out of the room and outside to feel the cold air from the rain hit his skin. He walked to the edge of the railing and reached out his hand to let the droplets of rain fall into his hand.

"When I imagined you coming down the aisle, I didn't imagine you in a casket," Sugawara cried softly. He feels like this is one giant nightmare and that at any moment he will wake up to find you curled up into his side.

He remembers when he lost you. You and him were coming back from a date. you both had been busy at your jobs and wanted a nice evening together. Walking back to the apartment, you wanted to take an evening stroll through the park. Suga wasn't going to deny your request. You were enjoying each other's company when you both overheard an argument, and then shots rang out. Suga tried to shield you but ended up getting shot anyway. He tried his hardest to save you, but...

"Come on, Angel. Don't do this to me. Fight to stay alive, baby, please," Sugawara pleaded as he used his coat to try and stop the bleeding.

"Koushi. I'm not going to make it. Even if you can get me to a hospital it's slim chance to none I won't be able to pull through," you said softly.

"No, don't talk like that. That's negative talk. You just need to hold out a little longer."

You smiled up at him, reaching out to touch his cheek, "I know it is but it's the truth. And the truth always hurts. I don't feel pain anymore and I feel cold. Both are bad signs."

He held your hand that cradled his cheek and stroked your head with the other. He knew you weren't going to survive this. You were bleeding out too fast.

"I love you, my Angel," he said as he kissed your palm.

"I love you too, Koushi. Forever and always." He felt you go limp and he wailed out in agony as he just lost the love of his life.

He cried for days on end. He couldn't sleep and on nights he did get some shut eye he slept on the couch. Why would he sleep in a bed if you weren't there with him? He didn't eat very much and took very little care of himself.

When the team heard the news they were quick to move. Daichi and Asahi moved into his home to take care of him while everyone else took care of the funeral plans, only bothering Suga for his input on colors and style choices.

Everyone asked for time off from their jobs to be in support of their former teammate. Suga always supported everyone else and now it was time for them to return the favor.

Sugawara looked up towards the sky and saw the clouds part to let sunshine through. He saw a rainbow cast across the sky. He chuckled to himself and shook his head. He turned to walk back inside to join his friends.

A few hours later and everyone had left. Now just stood Suga with you in an empty room. He walked towards your casket and silently prayed before standing to look at you again.

"You were right about the rain. I never knew why you liked it so much. You always talked about going overseas to a state where it rained ninety percent of the time. Now I think I understand. 'You can't have a rainbow without a little rain.' Even though you're gone you still manage to make me feel better. I miss you everyday. I wish I could hold you one last time. I will always love you, Angel. Forever and always."

Suga leaned down and pressed his lips against your forehead. He put his forehead to yours and let out a breath. He knew things wouldn't go back to normal, and it was going to be rough without you, but this too shall pass, and he knows that if he keeps you in his heart, he can make it through.

#mention of death #sugawara x reader #sugawara koushi #angst #im not crying youre crying

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writerbri-archive · 2 years

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"You weren't supposed to hear that." or "I don't think I can do this without coffee." for the make me choose writing asks <3

Thank you for the prompt! I hope you enjoy!

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They’re supposed to be within sight of the officers at all times. Athena laid down the law from the second she strolled through the hospital doors with a posse of uniformed men and women on her flank. That Chim and Hen wound up in the hospital was enough. With Jonah still out there, no one was willing to risk his focus shifting to another member of the 118.

Leave it to Buck to push the boundaries.

It’s far easier than it should be for Eddie to slip away too, taking advantage of the trays of coffee that are distracting everyone to step out into the brisk night air. It doesn’t really matter that he has no idea where to start because the sound of raised voices draws him in like a beacon.

He can’t make out anything they’re saying until he rounds the side of the hospital and sees Buck leaning back against the brick wall, his hands raking down his face with obvious frustration. Taylor stands opposite him, not a hair out of place despite her furious expression and tightly crossed arms.

Neither of them seem to notice that they have an audience of one.

“Aren’t you going to say anything?” Taylor’s voice cracks out like a whip.

A heavy sigh falls from Buck’s lips as his arms drop to his sides.

“I can’t do this right now,” he says, something like exasperation lining the words as if it’s not the first time he’s said it.

“Then when?” Taylor demands, lifting her chin.

“I don’t know, Tay,” Buck fires back with an edge of anger to his voice that takes Eddie by surprise. “How about when I don’t have two friends in the fucking hospital.”

“You’re unbelievable!”

Eddie edges back into the shadows as Taylor throws her arms up and turns to pace. He knows that he should walk away. This conversation isn’t remotely his business. But he feels rooted in place, watching every second of it like a car crash in slow motion.

“You’re the one who said we should talk,” Taylor says, her heels clicking over the sidewalk with every step she takes.

“And you ran out the door when I did!”

Taylor lets out a dismissive scoff and comes to a stop right back where she started.

“Well I’m here now,” she says, spreading her arms expectantly.

“I already told you that it isn’t a good time. I’m not even supposed to be out here.”

Taylor’s face twists into something scornful and for the life of him, Eddie can’t understand how someone like Buck could ever find common ground with someone like her.

“Are you coming back to the apartment?” she asks with an edge to her voice as if she knew the answer already.

Buck doesn’t say anything for a long moment but it seems like enough of an answer because Taylor lets out a harsh laugh and shakes her head.

“Fuck you,” she says, taking a step away from him. “We don’t need to have a talk, Buckley. I know how this ends.”

Buck doesn’t say anything and Eddie can see the guilt seeping through the cracks in his expression.

“You can stay in the apartment,” he says, his voice a touch quieter now but just loud enough to hear. “I’ll sign the lease over to you and get my stuff out when this is all over.”

Taylor’s answering smile is sharp enough to cut.

“Of course,” she says, a mocking tone to her voice as she tilts her head to the side. “You’ve got your precious Eddie.”

Eddie is barely keeping up because he didn’t really imagine coming out to the middle of a break-up and the sound of his own name in Taylor’s mouth is jarring enough to make him blink several times, wondering if he’s imagining the venomous tone she uses to say it.

“You really think he’s ever going to love you back?”

The words hit Eddie like a blow to the chest, stealing away his breath as Buck pushes from the wall, rising to his full height with a sudden blank expression.

“Goodbye, Taylor.”

She doesn’t say a word, giving Buck one last glare before turning to walk away in the other direction.

Eddie barely notices her leaving.

He still can’t quite breathe right.

Buck hasn’t moved from the spot. Eddie watches as he exhales slowly before tilting his head all the way back to peer up at the dark, clouded sky. Then he’s turning right towards Eddie only to freeze on the spot when he catches sight of him standing there. It’s easy to read the emotions that flit across his face. Panic, then fear, then a brief moment of frustration that gives way to more panic and fear before finally settling on resignation as he slowly closes the distance between them slowly.

“You weren’t supposed to hear that,” Buck says quietly once there’s only a few feet of distance between them.

Eddie has no idea what to say.

“Are you okay?”

Buck blinks several times in succession as if it’s not what he expected to hear.

“Eddie-”

“She’s right about one thing.”

Eddie’s heart almost breaks at the hurt that flits through Buck’s eyes just before he drops his head, staring down at the ground and so clearly bracing himself for the worst.

“You do have me,” Eddie says, taking a step forward to close some of the distance between them.

Buck’s head snaps up and his lips part but he doesn’t say anything. He just stares, eyes round and shining with the tiniest sliver of hope. Taking a deep breath, Eddie can’t help but wonder if he’s really about to take this leap. He’s barely scratched the surface of it all with Frank. Every instinct he has screams at him to wait, but Eddie is tired of giving into the voice inside that sounds so cruelly similar to his father.

Just once, he wants to jump without looking.

Just once, he wants to have faith that he’ll be caught.

“But she’s wrong about the other thing,” Eddie says quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.

He can’t quite bring himself to meet Buck’s gaze. Simply saying the words takes up all of the courage he can muster.

“Eddie.”

Buck’s voice is filled with wonder and a hesitant sort of joy that really gives Eddie no choice but to look up. What he sees first is even less distance between them. Then it’s the smile tugging at Buck’s lips and the tears misting his eyes as if he can’t quite contain the emotions rising in him.

“Do you-” Eddie can’t quite bring himself to say it, but he can’t put all of his trust in Taylor Kelly’s bitter parting words either.

He needs to know.

Buck seems to understand because he nods his head slowly and takes another step forward.

“Yes,” he breathes, reaching out hesitantly.

His fingers brush the back of Eddie’s hand, bringing warmth and a feeling of utter rightness with the simple touch. It doesn’t take much to twist his wrist and tangle their fingers together.

“But I think I need time.”

Buck’s smile fades slightly with the words and he tries to tug his hand away but Eddie isn’t having it. He holds fast to his hand and erases what distance remains between them, bringing his other hand up to cup his cheek.

“Evan,” Eddie says, breathing his name reverently as his thumb traces over the birthmark he’s longed to touch for much longer than he’s willing to admit. “Take all the time you need. I’ll be right here.”

Buck looks like he might break down into tears at any moment.

“Yeah?”

Eddie nods, squeezing his hand lightly.

“But we should get back inside before Athena hunts us down because I really do want to live long enough to kiss you when it’s time.”

Buck huffs out a laugh and nods his head, letting Eddie tug him back towards the hospital entrance.

“I feel relieved,” he confesses as they walk side-by-side, their hands still clasped between them. “Does that make me a bad person?”

Eddie thinks back to Ana, and the weight that lifted from his shoulders the moment she stepped out of his house and he knew he would never see her again.

“No,” he says with a shake of his head. “That just means it wasn’t right.”

They both stay silent until they reach the doors, letting the truth of the words sink in. Buck pauses just before they walk through, glancing over at Eddie.

“This will be,” he says after a moment.

Eddie can’t help but smile, nodding his head.

He doesn’t understand it, but somehow he knows that this is going to be forever.

“Yeah,” he says, brushing his thumb over the back of his hand. “It will be.”

Buck slips away when they step into the waiting room, successfully sneaking around the cops until he finds his seat next to Maddie and does his best to ignore her raised eyebrow. Eddie drops down next to May and tries his best not to pout, already missing the feeling of Buck’s hand in his.

But he knows that they’ll find their way back.

They always do.

#buddie #buddie fic #buck x eddie #evan buckley x eddie diaz #911 fox #my writing #mine #drabble

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sparklinpixiedust · 9 months

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Stalking

Oof. I've had this idea since the day @uselessyellow requested a fic to be made on this prompt. Its taken me what, a month? But I finally got the time to sit down and type this out. Hope you like it.

Bingo card by @badthingshappenbingo

Next up: Infected Wound or Thrown down the stairs. Idk, like the story is going to be the same regardless, just don't know what prompt to use.

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I've got a bad case of the 3:00 am guilts - you know, when you lie in bed awake and replay all those things you didn't do right? Because, as we all know, nothing solves insomnia like a nice warm glass of regret, depression and self-loathing. ~D.D. Barant

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Benjamin pulled his hoodie closer to his body as the cold winter breeze hit him.

Just a few more minutes he thought, before he'd put an end to this madness.

See fame , while fun and exciting with it's exclusive parties and glory , had it's own downfalls.

That being , constantly being watched through a microscope. His rise to fame had brought in a lot of attention, especially the unwanted kind.

Eyes, eyes, eyes.

On him.

Everywhere.

All.the.time.

Be it at school , at home. Mr smoothies. Everywhere he went he could feel the gazes crawl up his skin, whispers buzzing in his ears like the mosquitos from summer camp.

He appreciated his fans, he really did, but it was becoming too much lately. It surprised him how something so mundane as having a nice little queit stroll around the block had become something he craved.

However that wasn't even the worst of it all. The worst was knowing that it wasn't just the fans who knew his whereabouts, it was his enemies too.

The horror of his fame had eventually dawned on him after his mother had been kidnapped. It had become too easy to to track him and his family down.

He hoped that it was a fluke, a one time thing. But when Psyphon came to earth after some stupid youtube show made by Cash and JT, it really pushed him over the edge. Psyphon got them from space. Space!

From freaking YOUTUBE!

So over the course of the coming year he became hyper vigilante, constantly running off to end crimes. Even the petty ones because he had to nip every little thing in the bud before it spiraled enough to hurt the people he loved. And truth be told , he was left exhausted.

The daily family checks ins , the constant checking of locks and bolts around his home. Whew.

When the insomnia hit, which happened more often than you'd imagine, he'd patrol bellwood by himself making sure the city was safe.

He hadn't told anyone , but he had installed GPS trackers on all his family members too. How had he managed that? Well that's a story for another day.

Gwen and Kevin tried to reassure him that things would be okay and they'd be around for anything. While initially unhelpful, he had begun to calm down a bit after they agreed to each take turns staying up at nights.

However 3 weeks ago he came home, and behold, something was off.

Someone had been in there. At first he tried to shrug it off but when he couldn't find his grey hoodie, he knew for sure that someone had broken in. He distinctively remembered giving it a sniff that proving and tossing it on his bed. It couldn't have just grown legs and walked away.

It terrified him. Despite all the precautions, someone has managed to break into his room.

Over the coming weeks he was extra cautious. He didn't go home often and kept his distance from gwen and Kevin too. He didn't want to involve them just yet, it was his problem. He was the hero.

he began to feel the unsettling presence more and more around him, as though stalking him from the shadows.

After 3 weeks of the lingering feeling around him , he decided enough was enough. The longer this went on, the better the chance it gave his stalker to plan an elaborate attack.

So tonight he grabbed a plumber gun , put on his new brown hoodie and and tried to lure the enemy into an ally.

He could feel the footsteps behind him. The brunet began to walk faster and faster , almost breaking into a sprint. The stalker followed suite, until Ben reached the familiar ally behind Mr Smoothie. He stopped in front of a dead end, making out a dark figure in his peripheral view.

So he wasn't imagining it! It was real !

The hero slowly pulled out his gun and shut his eyes.

It ends now.

Without hesitation spun around and wildly shot at his stalker.

" Leave me and my family alone!" he yelled.

It was only when he heard the thud of the body falling falling on the ground did he open his eyes to the horror that lay in front of him.

The blood drained from his face, leaving him pale.

For in front of him lay the body of a blonde teenage girl wearing his now blood stained grey hoodie, with a bracelet that read " #1 fan"

Oh what had he done?

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" this just in, after a tireless search over the past week, we have finally recovered the body of 14 year Clara Simmons at the abandoned military site Los Soledad.

We are not sure why she was there but close friends suggest she could've been sneaking around the area in hopes to catch a glimpse of her favourite hero Ben Tennyson.

Clara Simmons is known among her peers to be a Ben 10 superfan, even as far as to occasional follow him around and has even reportedly broken into his room several times before. The most recent time being a month ago as told by her best friend Susy, where she stole a hoodie, the same hoodie that she was wearing when her body was found.

There is no indication of what truly happened but Gwen Tennyson, a fellow member of Team 10 has released statement, stating the area always has high alien activity and its possible Clara Simmons unfortunately got caught in a cross fire.

Folks , let this be a reminder to steer clear of Los Soledad. There are signs stating to keep out for a reason and the let hero's do their jobs.

Guards are to be placed at the site to avoid further inciden--"

Ben switched off the TV as he hopped off of his bed.

" I'll take of it, Gwen take him home" was all Kevin had said when Ben had called them that night sobbing.

Too bad there's wasn't anything to take care of the massive weight of guilt on him.

He quietly made his way down stairs as not to wake his cousin and best friend who had decided to take up residence at his house.

He walked up to the front door and slowly jiggled it. He sighed with relief when it didn't open at his attempt.

It just never ends does it?

#ben 10 #ben 10 fic #ben tennyson #ben 10 uaf #oneshot #fanfic #ben 10 alien force #ben 10 ultimate alien #ben 10 omniverse #b10 #gifs #ao3

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