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spaciebabie · 4 months

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You’re drained from another stressful midterm. You’re sure you failed it, and it takes everything within you to hold back tears as you glare at the blurred lines painted on the asphalt below your windshield. You want nothing more than to go home and drown your thoughts in a scalding shower, and the thought of another night shift at Fazbear’s Fright wrings your stomach with nausea. The thought of him, with all of his teasing, only makes you feel worse.

He’s been waiting for you again, probably scratching away in the faded purple notebook you had given him. When you enter the office, his ears perk up, awaiting your usual greeting of a pat on the head and a silly nickname. You don’t have the energy for it today, and you slouch wearily in the creaky chair. You try to ignore the pervasive light of his silver eyes as they search your face.

After a few minutes of watching you listlessly check the cameras on the monitors, he walks up close to you and stands by your shoulder. You crane your neck to meet his gaze and are met with the familiar grimace of the decaying animatronic suit. You have long grown used to his disconcerting appearance and smell, and now you can only bring yourself to stare tiredly into his face. He tilts his head curiously, as if to ask you what’s wrong.

“I’m okay, man. I just want to get through tonight,” you sigh.

He pauses before returning to get his notebook. Bringing it back to you, he scribbles a reply. Your head is swimming, and you struggle to read his words.

You don’t look okay

“Seriously, I’ll be alright, man. I just need to zone out for a bit. I had a rough day,” you answer, the words sounding colder than you expect.

Springtrap notices the change in your tone, and hesitates again before writing another reply.

Would you like to talk about it?

“No!” you groan, the events of the day flooding back into your mind. Your face heats up, and you lean over your desk and rub your eyes with your fingers.

You hear the animatronic’s footsteps, followed by silence. Whatever. You’re not in the mood for his drama right now anyway.

You stay like that for a good ten minutes until you feel a tap on your shoulder. You open your eyes to see Springtrap back at your shoulder, arms folded behind his back. You open your mouth to speak, but he puts a hand up and gestures to the other side of the room as if to show you something.

“What is it?” you mumble, and he takes your hands, pulling you gently from your chair.

He leads you to the beanbag chair that you brought for him to sit in, and he guides you to sit down. You notice that he’s made some sort of set-up for you. He’s placed your thermos, headphones, and favorite snack by your side, along with your phone and a few comics he knows you like. You’re shocked by the gesture, and you can only gape at him like an idiot until he begins writing in his notebook again.

I will take over for tonight. You relax

“But it’s my job, and I know sitting for a while makes you restless—” you try to protest, but he leans over and holds up a finger.

I don’t mind. I want you to be okay

You sit there for a moment, unsure of what to say. You don’t notice that you’ve started crying until he kneels down to wrap his arms around you, pulling you close to his chest. The synthetic fur of his suit brushes your cheek, and your shoulders heave and shake as you cry unceremoniously into his shoulder. He can’t say anything, but he gently strokes your hair as if to tell you that he’s got you, and that everything will be alright.

When you’ve calmed down a little, you cup his face in your hands, and touch your nose to his.

“I’m sorry for being short with you. Thank— thank you, Springtrap.”

His eyes show his smile, and he lifts a metallic finger to wipe the last of your tears.

springtrap makes you feel better. giggle.

🦟

hey so like are you from the future and predicted i would feel like shit today or what

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klausysworld · 10 months

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can u write something about damon just being soft and whipped for his girl. just need a damon fluffy fic rn 😩😩

Everything to him

Damon stood with his arms around his girl’s waist as she finished her makeup in the mirror. His chin on top her head as he watched as she layered the romantic red lipstick onto her soft plump lips. He could only hope to have their prints all over him by later that night as she looked herself over.

“You look perfect” he mumbled when she frowned a little and tilted her head. “There’s absolutely nothing I would change, in fact although the makeup has you looking all this much sexier, even without you wear the face of an angel” he purred seeing her lips lift into a smile and her head turn to look at him.

“I’d say flattery gets you no where but it seems to have gotten you rather far as of now” she lifted her arms over his head and round his neck while batting her lashes as him. He pulled her closer so his lips ghosted hers and his eyes dropped at the feeling of her fingers in his hair.

“I only tell the truth to you” he whispered gravelly and she hummed in reply, scratching at his head slowly knowing how it affected him. His eyes shut and pressed his forehead to hers “god I love you” he muttered and her smile grew

“I love you Damon Salvatore” she grinned and he tilted his head slightly to have his lips against hers. He allowed her to take the lead, moving her mouth against his and Brighton’s her other hand up to cup his face as both his hands slid up her back to hold the tops of her arms.

“You’re going to ruin my hair” he muttered and she laughed lightly against his lips before pulling back to look at him, her fingers running through each lock

“I like it messy” she decided before brushing it through with her hands and positioning it in a way that she found suited him best. His eyes glossed over as he watched her loving smile and felt her gentle touches. Her fingertips dances down the back of his neck and round to the front before she adjusted his leather, pulling it tighter on him and wetting her painted lips. Her palms smoothed down his chest, her deep red nails dragging down his black t-shirt before pulling up the hem only to groan at his display of abs. Her thumb tracing his happy trail and stopping at the top of his low-hanging jeans. Her fingers skimming over his belt in a teasing manner.

“Y/n…” he muttered feeling his body getting aroused by her actions “we have a reservation”he reminded, a breath of air leaving him as her hand cupped his crotch through his trousers “baby…” he whispered “you can almost never get a table there”

She sighed and gave him a light squeeze, listened to him grunt and then fixed his shirt and stepped back admiring him “okay…but after…” she pouted and he nodded eagerly

“After you can do anything you want.”

“Anything?”

“Anything.”

She bit her bottom lip gently and held her hand out which he quickly took with a lustful smirk in place.

He kept a hand in hers the whole drive there, only breaking the hold for a second as they got out the car before an arm was back round her hips. She smoothed her cherry coloured dress down, adjusting it to rest a little lower on her thighs as it had ridden up in the car. His gaze dropped to her heels which make a distinct ‘click’ with each step she took. His eyes followed back up her gorgeous legs, along her beautiful figure and back to her face. Watching as she spoke to the waiter at the front who was finding their reservation in the system with a bashful blush on his cheeks as she flashed her pearly white teeth. Damon knew how easy it was to get lost in her charm.

He was barely aware of the world around them as he followed her to their table by the window, overlooking the sunset which was already meeting the stary night sky. Menus were slipped into both their hands and wine glasses filled as though the staff just knew what they would order.

She looked to him with admiration in her eyes and his lips curled up “I can’t believe you managed to book us in here” she whispered and he smiled back

“I can’t believe you almost had us miss our time slot, we only just made it”

“I’m sure I would’ve made up for it”

his mouth formed a lip lifted grin in response and he glanced down to his wine glass “I don’t doubt that, not for even a second” he muttered under his breath and she offered him another award winning smile which consequently brought his own upon his lips.

Her foot slipped out of her heel to leisurely brush along his leg as their food came and they engaged in pointless yet meaningful conversation and ate their meals. And for one of those rare moments, he felt like he was human again. He felt no urges, no lust for blood or chaos, he was calm. Happy.

He loved Y/n in ways he had never explored. Ways he wasn’t sure how to but he did them regardless and if he was doing it wrong, she didn’t tell him. She just helped him feel it, she chose him first and loved him and solely him and it was all he had ever wanted. All he had ever needed.

His mind often wondered at times like this, just listening to her voice and watching her lips move, and then the way her eyes would shine under the light and her hair would bounce over her shoulders as she waved her hands around in unnecessary gestures.

He knew he was smiling like a teenage boy with a crush but he couldn’t help it, even when she stopped talking and just grinned back at him knowingly. Her hand finding his and squeezing gently as their desserts were placed before them.

“If you’d like…we could skip dessert” Damon whispered suggestively making her smile

“Oh but then we’d have wasted our reservation” she sighed and leaned back in her seat, digging into her sweet dish and watching his eyes darken over slightly before he looked down to his food and begrudgingly ate the heavenly portion.

By the time they had both finished, paid and gotten to the door, a horrific amount of rain was bouncing off the ground.

Y/n turned her head to him before swiping the car keys from his hand and dashing for car making him let out a laugh and chase after her, completely forgetting his vampire abilities and just managing to get into the car before she locked it. Both of them looked at each other with large smiles on their faces before each bursting into fits of laughed and flicking their hands at one another to throw rain-water on their faces.

Eventually they got home and Damon had he run his arms, spinning in circles and running for the ridiculously big bathtub so they could soak together in the warmth of both the water and each others arms.

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neoplatinum · 2 months

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opposing worlds | kim chaewon

summary: rooming with kim chaewon was a terribly bad (good) decision.

pairing: roommate!chaewon x roommate!reader

themes: enemies (?) to lovers, college au, fluff, very minor angst, chaewon is a micromanager!, implied sexual content, yunjin!

wc: 3.0k

even though its below freezing outside, with a red nose along with frozen ears, you refuse to enter your apartment. fearing the demon that you live with, her legal name being kim chaewon.

a major pain in your ass is how you would describe living with her. you would rather step on legos than to live with her, but with limited on-campus housing you have to deal the cards that you've been dealt.

so you pace outside, on the welcome mat, biting your nails. just getting the courage to walk back into your apartment. one that turns into a war zone whenever chaewon's being a stickler for rules and regulations (ones that she's made for the apartment). you finally stop pacing when you feel the confidence back in your body.

"i'm not letting her dictate what i can and cant do." you say to yourself quietly, this was ridiculous. not being able to enter a space that you pay for just because chaewon was a micromanager pissed you off more than you would like to admit.

as soon as you enter the apartment, you're immediately hit with the silence of the apartment. it's odd, and you can feel a pair of eyes staring at your back. you pay it no mind as you slip off your shoes. you turn to the sight of chaewon with her arms crossed, standing in that familiar stance of authority. letting out a heavy breath, you know, watch her folded arms, tense jaw, and the most telling sign: her foot tapping rhythmically. so you walk towards her, like a child ready for scolding.

"what's it going to be tonight, chaewon? cleanliness, manners, etiquette, or are you going to comment about my clothes?" you explain, frustrated. It seems you can never get things right around miss perfect.

"cleanliness!" she exclaims, pointing at the many dishes piling up in the sink. you grimace at the sight, just remembering it was your turn to do the dishes. "look at our chore list! it's your week!" she continues point at the very detailed chore poster, your name in big bold red letters.

you groan and grab some gloves, preparing for the long lecture about cleanliness and maintaining a proper space. while you are busy washing all the bowls in the sink and placing them on a drying rack, chaewon begins listing off reasons to always maintain a clean apartment—a lecture you have heard far too often.

"enough, chaewon! i am not five, and i don't need to be lectured on why I need to wash the dishes for the 50th time!" you shout at her, cutting her off from her outburst. she stops, and you can see her lips waver, and her hands are balled into fists.

"then stop acting like a five-year-old!" she shouts back at you, stomping to her room and slamming the door. you wince at the sound, feeling a little guilty for yelling at her, she just really set you off tonight.

so you stand in the kitchen all alone with the sound of running water comforting you. feeling the weight of your words, you feel bad that she has to reprimand you for things you should figure out on your own. with a final dish on the rack, you sulk back into your room, thinking of ways to apologize to your roommate.

"chaewon?" you wake up early, feeling guilty that you yelled at her. even though you were tired of the lectures, you knew it was wrong to yell at the girl. you tried making a breakfast that she would like. so with a bowl of oatmeal and a cup of her favorite green tea, you carry the tray towards her room and knock on her door.

"what." her voice is flat and monotone. you shrink into yourself before speaking again.

"i made you breakfast...listen i'm sorry about yelling at you. i shouldn't have and i let my emotions get the best of me. could you open the door?" you explain, feeling awful just remembering her face when you yelled at her.

the door opens slowly and behind the door is an upset chaewon with puffy eyes and a bunch of tissues in hand. you slowly walk in and place the tray on her desk. she's busy with her schoolwork it seems, but it also looks like she's been busy crying with the pile of tissues in her waste basket.

it's weird being in her room ever since you found out how high-strung she was. so you have always steered clear of her room, this is the first time you've been inside. noticing how decorated the room is, it's cute, oddly. it's what you expect of chaewon's room, clean and proper. with a splash of green everywhere, that must be her favorite color.

she stares at the bowl of oatmeal you made her, eyeing it wearily. you groan at her.

"i didn't poison it, if that's what you're thinking." you comment quietly. she nods and sits down in her chair to eat it. you wait patiently, not really sure what to do. maybe waiting for feedback at this point. she just nods and you finally feel your shoulders release tension.

"phew." you say out loud.

"thank you for breakfast, i'll stop lecturing you so much." she says quietly. you nod, a little shocked at how dismissive she is. walking out of her room, you still feel a bit awful, maybe you should invite her out somewhere.

before you can begin to ask her, chaewon is already closing her door behind her. you're just grateful she accepted the peace offering.

she doesn't comment on your poor behavior in the next couple of weeks, you just feel inclined to do the chores that have been laid out. you don't hear from her for a while, feeling her absence in the apartment.

some days, when you're past boredom, eyes glued to the ceiling, and daydreaming of becoming rich. you think about chaewon and why she's so persistent about cleanliness. you always thought it was a bit extreme, but you never came back to a messy apartment. so you could appreciate that, you just hope she goes back to her own noisy self.

it's become strangely quiet in the apartment without chaewon's constant annoyance towards you. whenever you step outside in the living room in hopes of seeing chaewon, she's never there. your mood is considerably worse without a person to argue with.

you purposely leave out clothes on the floor for her to scold you, but she never comments on it. just stares at it and walks into her room. so with a dejected face, you pick up your own clothes. you hate to admit that you missing your nagging roommate.

"is that chaewon?" your friend shouts into your ear. saturday night out, and instead of staying inside with the awkward tension with chaewon, you're out here to party your anxiety away.

the thing that irks you tonight is that this house party is definitely a fire hazard—way exceeding the maximum number of occupants. you remember chaewon telling you to never stay in a place that breaks the maximum occupants.

you turn your head up at the question, looking around and you finally spot your roommate across the room. all you can conclude is chaewon is stupid drunk—dancing like her life depended on it. people all around her are egging her on, and chaewon breaks out the robot, making you laugh.

then some guy starts getting near her to dance with her, you frown at the sight. setting down your cup as you make your way to the other side of the room.

"woah buddy, back up." you put a hand between the dude and chaewon, he flips you off before walking away. you are about to chase after him to give him a piece of your mind, but then you remember chaewon in front of you. blearly eyes chaewon, with her stumbling and drunk laughter filling your senses. she refocuses her eyes, and they land on you, eyeing your outfit.

"what are you doing here?" she asks in a slurred tone, her finger wagging in your face.

"i could ask you the same thing." you raise your eyebrows, confused by the sight of miss perfect student chaewon partying on a sunday night. she scoffs at you.

"don't tell me what to do." she crosses her arms as best as she can, definitely feeling the drunkness.

"don't tell me what to do." you mock her tone, laughing at her when she gets mad at you. she starts to walk away, but you grab her arm. "hey, let's go home. it's late."

"no! let me go." she stomps her foot like a child.

"alright, let's do this the hard way." you say and and hoist her up, carrying her out the stuffed house.

"let me down! i'm not done partying." she shouts. you pay her no mind as she tries pushing you away. you laugh because she really isn't trying that hard.

so you take her back home, walking down frat row until you reach your apartments. by then she's fallen asleep, arms wrapped around your neck and snoring lightly. it's cute seeing chaewon so relaxed, you're glad you found her, it's been weird being at home without her. you hope whatever is happening between you two just returns back to normal.

you fumble around with the key to your apartment, and with a final push you walk into her room. unwrapping her arms from your neck, as you set her down in her bed. you admire the way chaewon looks in makeup, gorgeous and very serene.

but you also know that chaewon hates going to sleep with her makeup on, so you rummage through her makeup drawer, finding makeup wipes for her. you take the time to gently wipe all the makeup off, finding it peaceful and fulfilling to do so.

she fusses a bit when you wipe too hard. you pull back and let her calm down, before wiping the rest of it off. throwing the used wipes in her waste basket. when you turn around, you see her knocked out cold, laying like a starfish on her green comforter.

you smile at the sight and then roll her under her comforter, tucking her in. with light footsteps, you close her door, and return back to your own room. the smile never leaves your face.

it's been about a week since the party, chaewon was embarrassed that you had brought her home. so she bought you coffee and a muffin nearly every morning.

she lets you explain that night from your point of view, her face goes red at the embarrassing parts. you purposely leave out the part where that guy was trying to dance with her. for some reason, you feel upset when you talk about it, maybe he just looked too creepy.

she dissapears into her room soon after, something along the lines of, "i need to process all this."

later that night, you're writing on your laptop when you hear chaewon's door open. the sight of her in a nice form fitting dress and her hair done up, your jaw drops and you jump to your feet.

"where are you going?" you ask. she's checking her purse for something. she looks up at you confused.

"a party?" she states like it's so obvious. your body is jittery at the idea. you think quickly, she's not going out by herself. what if she gets kidnapped?

"wait, let me go with you." you say as you rush into your room to get ready, no way you're letting her go to that party alone. you need to fend off the creepy men for her.

"why are you going?" she asks from outside the doorway. a little confused at the sight of you throwing clothes everywhere. she even steps inside to pick up the clothes now littered all over the floor.

"just cause." you say and grab your outfit. rushing into your bathroom to change. within a few minutes you walk out ready to accompany chaewon.

she's on her phone waiting for you, and you examine her outfit. you rummage through the closet, looking for a nice warm jacket. slipping it over her shoulders as you both set out for the night. you miss how chaewon's cheeks warm at the gesture.

it has started becoming a regular habit: if you can't attend the party with chaewon, no matter how late or wasted she is, you always pick her up from the party. if she was too tired or drunk, you would help tuck her into bed.

oftentimes, you even had to help her puke her guts out from drinking too much. but that was never a pretty sight, so you try and get her to puke her guts out before she enters the apartment.

one night, she ends up just crawling into your bed. when you fall asleep, you feel her body warmth against your body. she makes herself comfortable under the blanket. wrapping her arms around your torso as she lays against your pillow.

you move yourself further off the edge of the bed as she scoots closer. she mumbles something about how warm her bed is, and honestly, even with her taking up your personal space, you don't mind.

it has somehow blended into a habit to sleep together every night when she came in the next night, and without a word, slipped under the comforter again. you let her, too scared of saying anything in case it scared her away. it's become a nightly thing to just sleep in the same bed together...even when she's not drunk.

"you two do what?" yunjin is staring at you with her food half chewed.

"dont talk with food in your mouth, you're going to catch flies." you comment.

"oh great, now you sound like chaewon too." yunjin bites her food. you decided to contact yunjin in hopes of figuring out what to do with this new "development" with chaewon. the habit of her sleeping in your bed with you. sometimes you wake up and catch chaewon staring at you.

"so you two sleep together in the same bed, brush your teeth together, go about your morning and nightly routine together, and even cuddle...platonically." yunjin questions you, but the sarcasm is dripping as she says it.

"yes." you answer.

yunjin takes a deep breath before starting up again, she didn't think you were so dense. "dude, chaewon is into you."

"no she's not, just two months ago we were at each other throats. don't you remember?" you ask.

"of course i remember, oh my GOD, is this my real life enemies to lovers slow burn 10k words fic in real life?" yunjin says to herself towards the end.

"you seriously have got to get off the internet." you cross your arms staring at the girl. "you aren't helping, by the way."

"help with what?" she asks, a little confused.

"what do i do?" you ask her. ever since the new habit of chaewon and yours, you've been going through your days all confused, always thinking about chaewon.

"you either grow a pair and confess you want to be more than 'sleep buddies' or you wuss out and just let her continue doing this." she says plainly.

you disregard her comment, "forget what i said." you say. yunjin just shrugs and continues eating her meal, letting you sit with your own thoughts.

so you do wuss out like an absolute coward. just letting the unspoken words take over you and chaewon's sleeping arrangements. you let her continue to invade your space, moving her stuff into your room. her decorations, her clothes in your drawers, and just recently she moved her desk into your room, placing it just next to your desk.

you were shocked at the arrangement but couldn't find the confidence to comment on it. it's weird; now you two practically exist in each other's space all the time; just two months ago, you were cursing the world for giving you chaewon as a roommate. now you can't imagine going to sleep without seeing her and her hair roller every night.

sleeping together turns into unspoken dates: going to the movies together, going bowling, getting groceries together, and even going to high-end restaurants together.

it's like you're dating unofficially. those were the exact words your friend told you when he came over to visit. when you let him into your room to show off your movie posters, he immediately thought you had a girlfriend, you had to explain to him how it was just chaewon.

he looked at you like you grew a third eye, confused at how chaewon went from most annoying person in the world, to someone who sleeps in your bed every night. you try not to let those words mean so much, but secretly you're hoping you can officially date her.

one night, you go out clubbing with chaewon; she looks gorgeous in her tight dress and her hair laid out, showing off her dancing to you. you recently found out thar chaewon was part of the dance team, often visiting her showcases. now you enjoy just watching her let loose, like a free soul, not bounded by her own rules. its beautiful to see.

by the third song of you two circling each other on the dance floor, you kiss her. pulling her into your embrace, hands reaching her back and pushing her closer to you. she welcomes the kiss and lets you pull her closer. hands running up your hair, tugging lightly.

you make out with her against the club wall, and drag each other home with urgency. laughing loudly in the streets like teenagers in love.

"be mine." she breathes into your ears that night.

"only if you're mine too." you kiss her shoulder, and she nods.

yunjin visits you two the next day, screaming at the sight of you two in your bed and covering her eyes immediately. you wake up horrified with chaewon clinging onto you as yunjin screams for the whole apartment complex to hear. she slams the door closed and runs out of the apartment. you and chaewon both look at each other before laughing loudly.

even though yunjin avoids both you and chaewon for the next two weeks, you don't feel an ounce of regret. you can honestly say that rooming with chaewon was the best decision of your life.

a/n: i feel like chaewon fits enemies to lovers really well but maybe that's just me. didn't really proofread this one but anyways. posting this piece first because it was decided by the people! i hope it was worth the wait! stay safe and stay healthy everyone!

#chaewon #kim chaewon #le sserafim #le sserafim x reader #le sserafim x you #chaewon x reader #chaewon x you #kim chaewon x reader #le sserafim chaewon #kpop imagines #huh yunjin #neoplatinum

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wave2tyun · 3 months

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pillow talk

pairing: taehyun x reader

genre: suggestive?? it's nothing explicit but i wouldn't call it fluff either cause it's just a makeout sbdsbshd

summary: more taehyun brainrot (i'm insane.)

warnings: none<3

word count: 0.6k

a/n: here it is, just as promised!!!!😼😼💖 sorry if it seems like i've been spamming lately- i'm gonna go back to uni in less than a week so i'm kinda trying to make the most out of my free time until then sadbahjb cause i don't know how active i'll be after that :( also this is completely off topic but i JUST found out the game burger shop 3 has been released.........it's downloading right as i'm typing this.....guess i might be busy over the next few hours

his hands were all over you- coming from cradling your hips to stroking down the skin of your thighs, gently gripping the muscle as he further immersed himself in the feeling of your lips on his. he couldn’t get enough of it- having you tangled up in his sheets every night, with no other priority on his mind besides losing yourself in your warm embrace.

parting slightly, you lingered with your lips hanging open, still touching against his, yet not returning to closing the space.

“wanna go slow?”

taehyun’s eyes were still closed as he heavily exhaled, answering you.

“don’t be a tease, sweetheart”

but he waited patiently, caressing the curves of your hips, hair already a ruffled mess. your fingertips traced the outline of his lips slowly, in an almost tantalizing manner.

switching to lean in closer, you pressed a peck so quick it could barely be called a kiss before you nibbled on his lower lip, provoking him further with your tongue as you lightly brushed it over his lips, yet not turning to do anything more.

“just kiss me” he groaned, at which you let out a small laugh.

taehyun felt his cheeks go red, it wasn’t usual for him to act with such transparent greed. his desire was beginning to feel insatiable- it was a struggle to contain it.

“you’re too impatient-” you began to mutter, but taehyun reconnected his lips with yours, kissing you right through your words.

that tenderness of yours- it was such sweet agony feeling you touch him so slow, teasing the fiery longing burning within him. who would have thought that a mere two centimeters could be so maddening?

now that he had convinced you to give in again, he cupped your face, holding you close. his lips moved against yours in a slower rhythm than before, taking his time to feel you, to pleasure you, careful so that you wouldn’t pull away again and leave him hot and heavy chasing after you. he turned further into a mess the more you bit his lips, the more your tongue glided past his, the more he felt the heat of your mouth.

out of breath, you pressed your forehead to his for a few moments before moving to graze his jawline with your lips. you dipped your head down to reach his neck, all while your left hand caressed the skin along his nape, switching between lightly scratching with your nails against his scalp, and tugging at his hair.

the more you nipped at his neck, the more he felt himself becoming slightly feverish; low hums and soft praises escaping whenever you took your time biting down a certain spot.

“fuck- do that again” the words escaped in a mellow tone.

“do you like it?” you asked teasingly, pausing your movements.

“don’t stop” he pleaded urgently. it’s not just that he wanted more- he needed more. he needed to feel you closer, to feel the heat from your lips completely coating his body, settling and nibbling on his bare skin.

“keep going, baby” he urged you on.

his chest heaved underneath you, and you could feel his heart thump in expectation. he couldn’t just stay still, his fingers were brushing over the expanse of your back, roaming around your shoulder blades then down your spine, and coming to settle on your waist underneath your shirt. in a mixture of desire and anticipation, he threw his hair back, releasing a soft sigh- no matter how much your lips brushed over his, no matter how many times you explored his body, he could never cease craving more of your touch.

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kinokappe · 7 days

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࿙֒͜࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙ ⪩⪨ ࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙֒͜ ࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙֒͜࿚

Grandmaster's Favorite

Pairing: Bi-Han x fem!reader

Warnings: soft Bi-Han, slightly mean Bi-Han, P in V, unprotected sex, praise.

A/n: this is just a short fic I wrote to satiate the corners of my mind that are left unsatisfied with Bi-Han content, I'm filling my own void 😭

⚠️ NSFW UNDER THE CUT, MDNI⚠️

Bi-Han was known to be a cold and ruthless leader. Being the grandmaster of the Lin Kuei, he had to be strong and capable, relentless when it came to his enemies to ensure the safety of Earthrealm and to maintain the high position of his clan.

Being in this stressful position, he often found himself letting off steam deep inside your throbbing pussy, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as the sound of skin-slapping echoed through the room. The filthy display of your legs bent, resting painfully on his shoulders as he bullied his angry, needy cock into your cunt was obscene, not to mention how hard you were gripping the sheets to the point they would almost tear.

"Eyes on me, baby... Moan my name" he commanded coldly, his hair hanging loosely from his forehead. His thumb rubbed and circled your clit with such vigor and passion that you almost passed out, creaming on him again for the nth time and causing a white, creamy circle to form at the base of his cock.

He loved it, seeing your pupils dilate and your mouth hang open as loud moans of pleasure, curses and a repeat of his name spilled from your lips, turning him on even more. "Do you love it when I'm pounding into you, huh? Love it when I fuck you, fill your pretty little cunt?" He chuckled darkly. All you could do was nod desperately, your nails digging into his back as red trails followed, his hard dick pumping you full of his cum again.

"It's too much, Bi Han~!" You whimpered, eyes glossy and half-lidded, trying to squirm away from him to no avail. "You want me to stop, princess?" He mocked, "I know you can take more than this.. you're basically squeezing my cock, you sure you want me to stop?"

You opened your mouth to try and reply with some snarky remark when he suddenly pulls out, leaving just the tip before pounding into you again, going hard and deep, kissing your cervix with his dick and reaching all the spots your fingers never could.

The knot in your stomach tightens again much faster than you hoped. You grab at his arms, opening your eyes to look at him, desperately trying to warn him of your impending orgasm. But he's relentless, completely lost in the heat and wetness of your abused little cunt, loving the way you scream and moan for him.

"Fuck, princess..." He sighs into your ear, feeling you shake and tighten around his creamy cock. He slows down, still rubbing your clit in a more gentle manner to help you ride your high. "I love you.. you take me so well, make your grandmaster feel so good..." He praised, pressing soft kisses to your neck and chest.

Despite his soothing words, you still feel the aftershocks of how hard you came, his seed already leaking out from the corners of your pretty little hole, leaking down the length of him and drenching your thighs, it almost looked like porn at this point.

Bi Han gave you a few more thrusts before his hips finally stilled deep inside you. He sounded heavenly, letting out the most erotic of breaths and grunts, blowing his load hard into your cervix. He pulled out slowly, his dick starting to soften as he massaged your thighs, helping you lay your legs down from his shoulders.

"Are you alright, sweet girl?" He asked, softer than you would expect him to say. All you could do was nod, simply ruined by his gargantuan cock. He replied with a small chuckle, holding your hand and kissing your palm softly before he slid off the bed, the mattress creaking from the loss of his weight.

Before your eyes threatened to close, you could feel him cleaning you up, running a damp towel over your body and between your thighs, behind your legs and on your chest. "I think I went too hard on you, princess... I'm sorry". He looks a bit apologetic, but a smile creeps up his lips when he sees you lean into his touch. He leans in to kiss the corners of your eyes, rubbing soothing circles on your stomach and down to your thighs, helping you relax.

"I'm ok, you're just.. so rough" she chuckled weakly, opening her eyes to look up at him. He looks so soft like this, the moment so domestic that it makes her heart flutter. "And you were such a good girl for me.. taking me in so well, making me feel so good" he praised, squeezing her thigh gently.

Soon, the space beside her dips and he lays down, wrapping his arms around her to make her lay on his chest. She could feel his heartbeat against her chest, his hands rubbing up and down her back so softly it had her purring against him. "Love you.. I love you" you whispered to him, closing your eyes and feeling the heavy burden of sleep start to consume you.

"Sleep, princess.. I love you so much too, you did so well..." he smiles, kissing your forehead and burying his face into your hair, breathing in your scent before he starts to fall asleep as well. It was nights like this when he just wanted to let go of his responsibilities as grandmaster, yearning for her warmth and touch, loving the closeness and the feel of her breath on his skin. He loved it, he loved her.

#bi han x reader smut #bi han sub zero #mortal kombat #bi han x reader #bi han x you #smut #mortal kombat bi han #sub zero x reader #bi han smut #bi han mk

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gloxk · 7 months

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Mommy’s special Remedy.

Kinktober ♡

A/N: this is something quick for kinktober. Gojo and Reader have a kid(s) (I absolutely adore baby daddy Gojo). I was listening to All Night Long by Thuy (listen to it after the cut. yw.) And when the part that says “Ima kiss both pairs of lips” UGHHH NEED. I love men that will get down and eat you like there’s no tomorrow. Enjoy! Like and reblogs are greatly appreciated! Not proofread. F/M.

filthy smut under the cut.

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“Baby, do you think I’d look good with a beard?”. He rubbed his stubble while looking in the mirror. It was early in the morning when you both got out of the shower. Your kids still sleeping in the room next to yours. You grabbed a towel and loosely wrapped it around your body. “Of course you would. You’d look good with anything.” You hummed, leaving a light kiss on his cheek.

“I don’t know, I just might need some help growing it out.” He smirked at you, trailing kisses on your neck. His expression was undeniably promiscuous, his lips stretching from ear to ear. “Sure, I’ll pick you up some beard-growing stuff when I go to the store.” You completely supported his decision, a beard wouldn’t be half bad. You didn’t think it was possible but maybe it would make him more attractive.

“We got a beard-growing kit at home though?” He rubbed your shoulders maintaining eye contact in the mirror. “No Satoru, you’re not using MY hair oil for your beard.” You emphasized “my”. That hair oil was too goddamn expensive to be wasted. “I need mommy’s special remedy. I don’t need any oil. You got exactly what I need.” You were confused about what he meant. You didn’t have a remedy. “What are you talking about? What remedy?” You were unsure of what he meant. You turned to face him, your lips unexpectedly clashing together. “Mmhpm!” You were shocked that he kissed you so suddenly. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer. His hands gripped your ass and placed you on the bathroom counter. He slowly kissed your neck while undoing your towel.

He got down on his knees and hummed softly at the sight. His hands began to part you like the Red Sea. He stares at your cunt for a while before he licks your lips. “Toru- it’s too early for this.” you moaned in between each lick he gave you. “Are you denying me breakfast? Is it a crime to eat?” His hands held your thighs in place as his tongue went to work. Licking and devouring each drop of the liquid you expelled. Eating you like it was his last meal. His fingers dived into your heat mixing and mingling with your slick, creating a lewd sloshing noise. “Mm..fuck.” You moaned out as his tongue continued to dance over your clit. He had no intention of stopping until you were begging him. Your fingers indulged in his white locs. Pulling and tugging at them as you were on the break of release. Your mind was infatuated with the pleasure he was giving you. You couldn’t run from his hunger as it somehow found its way to you. It was like being a fish on a hook, no matter how much you tried to pull away he would always reel you back in. His nails dug into your thighs scraping the skin, leaving a brutal red streak. “God I can’t get enough of this.” He growled. Your toes curled as his tongue swirled around your pussy. His fingers thrust in and out of you faster than before.

You were a moaning mess, hollering his name begging for that sweet release. He finally gave you what you craved the most. You threw your head back nearly hitting the glass mirror. His tongue slowed its pace and his fingers slid out of you. He put them in his mouth sucking them slowly in a seductive manner. He made sure your main focus was his tongue wrapping around his middle and ring finger. “You make me fucking insane Toru.” You pulled him closer as you were nearly begging for him to take you right there and fuck you silly. “How do you think I feel about you?” His hand clasped around your breast rubbing his thumb against your nipple. Your hands went to his towel to pull it off while kissing him. “Mhm. Show me how insane you are about me.” Your eyes instantaneously lock together. One thing Satoru knew about you was that your eyes spoke louder than anything. And right now they were screaming “Fuck me.” His hand went straight to your thighs once again, slowly slipping between them.

“Mommy! we’re hungry. Are you gonna make breakfast?” Both of you immediately turned to face the door your child was at. You both shared a look of complete horror. “Oh! Yes, Mommy’s coming. I’ll be right there.” you pushed Satoru away and hurriedly put on your clothes. “Satoru, what do you want to eat?” His eyes were still fixed on your naked body. “I’m full, I’ve had my breakfast.” He winked at you leaving a kiss on your neck. “But if you’re on the menu I wouldn’t mind eating one more time.” His arms wrapped around your waist, trapping you in a long hug. “I hate you,” you mumble under your breath as you put on your panties. “Woah there be careful. last time you said that you got pregnant.” He looked back at the mirror to see your flabbergasted expression. His smug face never changed. He waltz out the door leaving you to soak in what he said.

“The beard better be worth it.” You walked out the door on the way to your kitchen.

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I MIGHT make a Part 2. We shall see how well this goes.

#Maybe part two? Idk I have other works in the makin as well #gojo smut #gojo x you #gojo satoru #jujutsu gojo #jjk smut #jjk #jjk satoru #gojou satoru x y/n #satoru smut #pae writes♡#jujutsu kaisen

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italeean · 4 months

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The time of forgiveness... or not

A/N: Hellooo 💕 It feels like forever since I've last posted content on this blog, and I apologize for that... let's say that med school has been draining 😓 Anyway, I'll try to be more active starting from this year, although I'll make no promises because my first exam session is approaching, and I'll start with my gift for @tickles-and-cuddles for the @squealing-santa event! I wish you the happiest Christmas, my dear Star 💚🤍❤️ I can't not mention @hypahticklish and thank her for hosting this wonderful event! Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! ✨️

WARNING: This is a tickle fic, if it's not to your taste, I don't suggest you read it

They said Christmas was the time of generosity, warmth, family, forgiveness... Well... Sasaki agreed with that, except for the forgiveness part. He was out for revenge, and he planned on showing no mercy.

Miyano, who had been spending the last couple of days at the redhead's place, thought it was a nice prank to splash him with water when he tried to kiss him in the morning, so he needed to return the favor... but how?

Hiding one of his manga volumes? Nah, too predictable, and Miyano would probably find it too soon. Pretending to be mad at him? Absolutely not, Miyano would get anxious and that wasn't Sasaki's plan. Splashing him back? Too easy... not the right idea

The older guy kept thinking and thinking, until the perfect idea came to his mind. He smirked, happy with his plan, and went to set everything up.

That evening, when Miyano came home, he called for his boyfriend but no one responded. He looked for him everywhere, and when he entered the living room, his eyes widened.

"Sasaki what the-?!"

His partner was on the couch with a cozy blanket and two mugs of hot chocolate on the table. "Welcome home, Miyano! Come here, I wanna cuddle with you~"

Miyano's face became so red that it was glowing, but he eventually obliged. The two students huddled on the couch, the taller one holding the other, and the dark-haired boy had to admit that it was pretty comfy thanks to the blanket and the sweet aroma of chocolate coming from the mugs.

At least until Sasaki started talking...

"So... I hope you enjoyed splashing me this morning..." Oh no, Miyano had completely forgotten about that! "Because I can't say I did~" The kouhai was on high alert now. He was sure that his boyfriend wasn't angry, but his tone was even more concerning. He was up to something, and Miyano understood what he was up to when he felt his fingers tightening around his sides.

Oh shoot... he had to act quickly! Without thinking twice about it, he turned around and dug his fingers into Sasaki's underarms, eliciting a gasp and some giggles. However, his advantage didn't last long. His lover grabbed his wrists, lifted him up and turned him around, making his back lean on his chest and keeping his hands pinned against his own chest.

"Tsk tsk... first you splash me and then you dare to tickle me? The audacity... someone must teach you manners~" "Wait Sasaki I didn't mean i- gaaahahahaha noooo!!" Before Miyano could even try to justify himself, five fingers dug into his poor tummy, squishing it and poking it without mercy.

The younger student squealed, laughed and kicked in the air, but his hands couldn't get free from his partner's grasp. "That's what you get! How do you like this? Does it tickle?" The redhead was surely enjoying himself, a little too much according to the kouhai, but it's not like he was gonna stop any time soon... not at all, actually. He chuckled at how his boyfriend shrieked when he wormed his hand under his shirt to tickle him even better (or worse... depends on the point of view)

"PFF- HAHAHAHAHAHAHA YOU..! YOHOU'RE A MONSTEHEHEHER!!" The younger one scream-laughed when he felt the redhead's nails softly scraping on his skin. They felt excruciatingly soft, which made it all more tickly for him.

Sasaki, on the other hand, was having the time of his life. His lover was in his arms, laughing gleefully and secretly enjoying himself. Well... not so secretly, since he knew about it... let's say he thought he was being secretive, without thinking that Sasaki could read him like a book.

"A monster? Now I'm hurt!" The taller guy fake-gasped at Miyano's words, "Now I'll show you what a true monster would do~" In that instant, a sneaky finger dug into the kouhai's belly button and wiggled around, causing a loud stream of giggles, snorts, squeals and pleas to come from the smaller guy.

"PLEASE PLEASE STAHAHAHA-" Suddenly, his laughter went silent, and the taller guy took it as his cue to stop. The dark-haired boy panted and took greedy breaths, welcoming as much oxygen as he could in his lungs. "That was mean..." He whined, making the senpai chuckle.

"You're lucky I didn't go for your feet~" The redhead replied. That sentence alone caused a shiver to run down the shorter guy's spine. "You're lucky I'm feeling kind thanks to the Christmas spirit... I won't go for your feet this time. Take it as one of my Christmas gifts."

The two guys layed there for a second, enjoying each other's presence. "So... the chocolate should be still warm. How about you take a sip while I put on a cozy movie?" Sasaki asked, watching his lover's face light up at the proposition. He didn't need a verbal ansewer, his gleeful smile was more than enough for him.

The rest of the evening went on peacefully, with fluffy Christmas movies, hot chocolate, lots of laughter and warmth. After all, Christmas is the time of warmth and family.

#ss2k23 #squealing santa 2k23 #tickle fanfic #tickle fic #sasaki to miyano tickle #lee!miyano #ticklish!miyano #ler!sasaki

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unicyclehippo · 11 months

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Cinnamon

the reunion is noisy, confusing, bloody, harsh, fractured in the manner of the world now. ashton yells, their voice a crack of triumphant thunder. fcg is a whir of blade and shining metal and—legs? orym smiles, for the first time in days, certainly. weeks, perhaps. she can’t recall how long, only that she has missed it. chetney is himself, and then half of himself as the wolf splits his chest and lunges out to crunch jaws around the head of the elongated red threat.

imogen.

at the sight of her, the fractured world regains an anchor. there may be a rift in the world, there may be an egg-cracked moon, their compasses may spin and turn, untethered, but laudna needs none of that when imogen is back where she can see her.

laudna cries black tears and the roots of her dreadful form creak, wrapping around her skull, following the same path. it makes a spectacle of her, and it’s own hunger, forms a crown of creeping roots that tangles in her hair and branches shoot out, soot-black, scorched, jagged and tearing across the soft grey of the afternoon sky.

they fight. they win. there are hugs and drinking and food and safety, or what passes for it these days—a flood of information gathered about the encroaching danger and everything they had missed, separated—lightning lizards as big as a fuckin’ sky ship—oh shit what happened to xandis d’you think—these pits in the fucking ground, right, and cliffs like fucking knives and it steams up burned the shit out of me look at my fucking elbow it’s half fucking melted—saved a sacred bull—killed an angel of the dawn father—run that by me again you did what now?—ran—climbed—lost a goddamn nail but orym was a peach and found it for me—fought—fought—fought—prayed—bled screamed killed searched cried fought—

‘but you have reconnected now,’ FCGs friend (companion?) commented, with a gentle lilt to their tone. ‘i have no love of the gods, but to borrow a word of theirs, i find that to be miraculous.’

‘yeah. yeah, you’re right, FRIDA,’ FCG nodded. ‘it is pretty miraculous, isn’t it? don’t they have such a way with words?’

they held hands. ashton, who had been glaring mildly at FRIDA since they were first introduced, continued to glare. it was, laudna thought, rather nice of him to be so welcoming to FCGs new companion.

‘yeah,’ ashton grunted. ‘they’re super.’

FCG beamed.

‘and this must be your laudna,’ someone said, and laudna looked over to see an armoured gnome, dark of skin and bright of smile. she directed her words to imogen—who stood a scant centimetre from laudna’s side, who had entangled her mind and hands with laudna and would not let her go—don’t leave, no not ever, missed you, missed you, looked for you, searched, ache behind the eyes searched empty, spoke to you, screamed, looked for you, messages on messages static in the head searching reaching out empty empty empty longing hollow stay here stay with me in me of me—

‘my laudna,’ imogen agrees, and her thumb slips over a knuckle, settles between two. ‘this is deanna,’ imogen continues after a moment, shame blooming pink over her cheeks. stunning. ‘she’s knits the most wonderful everything, laudna, and she’s incredible, a cleric, a healer, and—‘ imogen stops speaking aloud but in laudna’s head speaks, finally, no longer the raw and endless electric livewire between them but purposeful message. she died, a long time ago.

laudna’s grip tightens on imogen’s hand. don’t leave. ‘it’s lovely to meet you,’ laudna greets the cleric, and remembers fire and fury and fear and looks on rosy cheeks and bright eyes and full, warm, living flesh. don’t leave. ‘i’m something of a maker myself, i made this dress and some clothes for pate and sashimi, and curtains—i’m very good at curtains—and im quite fond of other mediums too, painting, i’ve done some painting, and taxidermy, gardening, woodwork—‘

‘laudna is very capable,’ imogen says.

laudna stammers to a stop. warmth curls up through her neck, her cheeks. she knows she’s gone blotchy when imogen reaches for her neck, undoes the bandana there and ties it round laudna’s neck.

gallows, rotted rope. unmarked graves. dirt beneath her nails. zealotry heavy on her tongue, tallow grease and smoke.

imogen pauses, unravels the knot before it can be tied.

bed?

laudna leans close, tilts her head onto imogen’s shoulder. they step away, making no excuses or explanations, and take a room in the inn. laudna makes tea, pack of spices in her bag from issylra. mintsharp leaves and cinnamon bark. flowers. pine needles to add to a hot bath.

‘i missed you,’ imogen croaks.

laudna stares down into her tea.

‘laud?’

a warm hand curls around her wrist. tugs her over to the bed where they sit, side by side.

‘hey.’ gentle, so gentle, the hand against her jaw. coaxing her to look at her, look anywhere near her. ‘are you alright?’

laudna nods.

‘really?’ imogen’s smile is quick—fond, undeniably, but fast and tight. ‘because i’m a fucking mess.’

laudna’s laugh is wet, as tears spring to her eyes, overflow. ‘oh i’m s-sorry, i’m sorry darling, i don’t mean to—i’m alright, really—‘

‘would you look at me?’

for a moment, laudna doesn’t. cannot. what if everything has changed? what if this is some cruel trick? not her imogen at all? a nudge to her chin, a murmur, please, and laudna flicks her eyes up finally to see her. violet nimbus. scars crawling up the length of her beautiful neck almost to her chin. the smouldering red of her fingers. the wet, longing desperation of her eyes.

her fingers twitch, skitter up imogen’s arm. laudna brushes her crooked fingers over a tear stained cheek—beautiful.

‘i’m not alright, i wasn’t alright without you,’ she admits, voice shaking, fingers shaking. she drags her nails across the soft of imogen’s cheeks; not to hurt, never to hurt, only to feel and see the white trail left behind. ‘i never wish to be apart from you. never again.’

imogen doesn’t pull away; she leans in, nods. ‘my better half,’ she murmurs.

‘my everything,’ laudna returns, and it is easy to lean in, there is no fear left in her to stop her from touching her forehead to imogen’s, from tilting imogen’s head, from pressing her lips to imogen’s. the kiss is soft and gentle and unhurried and laudna is the only frightening thing about it.

imogen laughs, picking up the thought as it curls, delicious and delighted, on the current between them.

‘my love,’ imogen says, just because she can, and kisses her again.

there is a knock on their bedroom door, and a quiet voice intrudes.

‘does anyone—excuse me, pardon me, so sorry for the interruption it’s just i was hoping that you might like to fill out a survey on your experience of the apogee solstice, and reuniting, if i could take just a quick fifteen, twenty minutes of your time?’

#you can ignore this #tagging my stories #imodna my beloveds #cr tag

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calmcoldevening · 5 months

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Vampire!Eric Draven x reader, part 2

Eric's hands gently slid over your cheeks, caressing the skin that turned pale with fear. His sharp nails dug unpleasantly into your flesh, causing the scarlet blood to flow down your face like lingonberry juice.

Your name came out of his pale, dead lips like a prayer appealing to the mercy of God himself.

"Please stop... You're scaring me, sir," you whisper softly, looking up at the man with doe eyes. Small crystal drops of tears threatened to fall down your trembling eyelashes.

Eric's heart seemed to skip a beat. He, a bloodthirsty dead man and a bloodsucker, was hurt in his soul by your words. Although he had a soul, that was certainly a question. A whole flurry of emotions flashes in his eyes before he finally speaks.

"You.. are afraid of me?" The voice is deep and hoarse.

Eric was still holding your face tightly, his facial expressions became expressionless for a moment, almost emotionless, the former smell fell from his anxious soul, as if he had been doused with cold water, sobering his thoughts.

In response, you give a short nod.

The words rise in his throat like a painful bilious lump. He gives a nervous laugh. The man lets go of your face, taking a few slow steps back. He looks at your face with disbelief, as if he saw a ghost in reality. You hug yourself with your arms.

"You're afraid.. of course.. of course you're afraid," he mutters, shifting his gaze to the floor. Eric's lips curve into a nervous smile. He buries his fingers in his own hair, muttering rapidly to himself.

"Do you know why I'm here? In this damn mansion, with your portrait? For centuries I have lived here and waited for you. My soul was pining. I was waiting for you to come back. I was waiting for my beloved, my wife..." he squeezes his own hair, some strands remain in his tight grip, "I think I'm going crazy... I'm so lonely and I miss you. So much, my rose. It's just unbearable."

The man takes advantage of your confusion in changing his behavior and comes closer. He kneels convulsively, hugging your legs and stroking your hips.

"My rose.. sweet. I remember hundreds of thousands of times you comforted me like that.. It's really you, my dear beloved. Why is fate so unfair? Why does she always take you away from me?"

"If so.. then why don't I remember anything?"

Eric lets out a short grunt, "You're human. What used to be, what is now... Human life is too fragile to load it with memories of a past life, that would be.. almost painful."

The man looks up at you, pressing your body closer to him in a protective manner.

"But I can help you remember, my rose.."

***

You didn't remember how you agreed, but now you were sitting on a chair in the living room. The room was spacious, still stained with dark paint. Your eyes come across an extinct fireplace, the firewood in it is covered with a large layer of dust. Apparently, it has not been used for a long time. And everything in this room looks strangely abandoned.

Eric was sitting in the chair opposite. You were separated by a small coffee table.

"I need you to believe me now and not be afraid," he says with a slight smile, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

You nod. He picks up the bottle from the table, carefully pouring the contents into a glass. The glass is slowly filled with a viscous cherry liquid. He pours about half of it and immediately hands it to you.

"Come on, my rose. Take. You need to drink every last drop, okay?"

You grab the glass with both hands, awkwardly staring into the red liquid. It didn't look like an ordinary wine. You carefully raise the glass to your lips, feeling the cold thick liquid slowly trickle down your throat. Your senses are filled with a metallic taste, a little bitter, but tolerable. Eric looks at you with a gentle smile, seeming to enjoy the picture in front of him.

"That's it, my rose. Drink my blood to the last drop."

Your eyes widen in mute shock, but you try to put this thought out of your head. When the glass is empty, you put it on the table with a trembling hand. An unpleasant burning sensation appears in your stomach, and you cover your mouth with your hand, holding back the urge to vomit. Your body is getting strangely weak, getting heavy.

Eric gets up from his seat, noticing your condition, and slowly comes closer. He picks you up in his arms in a wedding style, kissing you on the forehead. You do not resist, your body painfully goes limp in his strong grip, you put your head on his chest, covering your eyes.

"That's it, darling."

You don't know where he's taking you, but you feel strangely calm in his arms as you slowly drift off to sleep.

***

You woke up in a dark room. The curtains are tightly closed, and only a few candles rest on the bedside table. You slowly open your eyes. Your head is throbbing painfully, and your body feels leaden, your limbs were so heavy and numb. Your vision is blurry, but you realize that you are lying on the bed. Your fingers dig into the dark sheets. It seemed like all your senses had been heightened hundreds of thousands of times. You can hear the distant cawing of a crow, probably miles away from the mansion. Your eyes glide over the strange shadows on the walls. Your whole being is filled with the scent of sandalwood and wood, mixed with the metallic taste of blood.

"You're awake, my darling," a low murmur with a hint of amusement comes from the right, and your head moves quickly towards the source of the sound. Eric. He was sitting in an armchair next to your bed with a now closed book. A warm smile is visible on his face. His hand slides to your hand, caressing your skin with his thumb. His touch felt strangely pleasant.

"I've been waiting for this moment for centuries, my rose."

Just an affectionate pet name causes you a new headache attack. Various images and people flash through your mind. Memories scroll through your heavy head one by one.

The man grabs your hand and pulls you towards him. You obey without hesitation. You looked like a newborn baby in an adult's body. A baby crying in the dark. So many sounds, thoughts, smells. And at the same time it seemed that you were in your place for the first time. Your body fits in his lap now. Eric hugged you to his chest, stroking your back.

"It may hurt at first, but it will pass, my darling."

In response, you give a short nod. Eric looks down at you and gently touches your chin. He opens your lips a little. His thumb slides over your teeth, getting small scratches from your sharp fangs.

"That's it, my rose. Nothing will separate us now, won't it?"

Your dead heart is filled with a strange longing. You wind up your hand and his soft dark hair, slightly squeezing and tilting his head closer to you. Your lips cover him in a sweet kiss.

You were finally home. And Eric was here. Your Eric.

#slashers x reader #eric draven x reader #eric draven #eric draven x you #eric draven headcanons #vampire!eric draven #vampire!eric draven x reader #vampire!eric draven x you

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farity · 10 months

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Enemies, part 7

Summary: Jace and Luke stop by, and so does someone else.

Warnings: Smut

“Welcome, my Lords Strong.”

Aemond’s voice reverberated against the walls and columns, a sinuous sound that enveloped the two young men standing before the dais where he stood next to his wife.

Said wife turned around slowly and glared at him before turning back to her brothers. “Jace, Luke, it is good to see you.”

Luke looked at his older brother before looking to his sister, and then his gaze landed on Aemond.

“Your sister is speaking to you,” Aemond said, menacingly. “Is your appalling lack of manners yet another difference between you and her?”

“I would speak with you, brothers,” she interjected as Jace opened his mouth, “may we find a table and break bread together?”

Luke’s eyes were still on Aemond’s, half defiant, half terrified, and when Jace nodded, he followed his siblings.

Aemond knew his wife’s younger brother was trying his hardest to not turn around, and if his own boots made a sound slightly louder than usual on the stone floor as he followed behind them all, it was not his fault.

Should the younger bastard turn to face him he would find barely repressed fury and years-long resentment simmering behind Aemond’s eye.

To Aemond’s relief - and disappointment - Luke did not turn around.

* * * * *

“Absolutely not.”

“Aemond, they will not hurt me. Frankly, I would like to speak to Jacaerys alone but I dare not leave Luke with you.”

Aemond smirked. “Would you like me to fetch one of the children’s nurses to watch over him?

She tried not to smile. “Maybe a septon would be best.” She reached up to caress his scarred cheek. “I imagine this is difficult for you, and I know you restrain yourself for me.”

“In more ways than one,” Aemond snapped, eye flaring when she grabbed his face in both hands.

“I am saying thank you, husband, for I do not know if I should have the same restrain as you. Just seeing Luke makes me want to both hug him and tear off one of his eyes with my bare nails.”

He said nothing, but the muscle in his jaw twitched beneath her palm.

“Jace was the one she had to mold, I was the one that proved she did her duty, but Luke- Luke was always the one she poured her love onto. Her sweet boy.”

“And Joffrey?”

She rolled her eyes. “I should not know him if I saw him in the street. Much like your Daeron. Must be the fate of a fourth child.”

Aemond ran the back of his fingers down her cheek. “If he should give hint of any violence or threat, even if you are not sure-”

“I shall shriek like a creature of the forest until my lord and husband tears down the door and saves me.”

He sighed, exasperated. “You are the most trying thing I’ve ever met.”

“You are the best of them,” she told him suddenly, quietly, kissing his cheek when he gave her a look. “You truly are, Aemond.”

“I could say the same.”

She shook her head. “No, I am not. Jace is. He is kind and wants to do his best.” Her eyes met his. “Even if he cannot throw a proper punch,” she added, smiling.

Aemond’s mouth raised at the corner. “He truly does throw a pathetic punch.” He lowered his head to kiss her. “Go, and keep both of you safe.”

* * * * *

Luke safely ensconced with a septon, you headed to one of the map rooms to meet with your older brother. He was tapping his fingers on the windowsill, as he often did, and nodded at you before taking a seat.

“How is it that Aegon walks?” Jace began, not mincing words. “I heard he was near death.”

You sat down across from him, resisting the urge to place your hands on your belly. “There is magic beyond dragons. Some of it walked through our doors soon after he was injured.”

Jace shook his head, dark curls reminding you of a time when you wished you had the same hair as your siblings. “What magic is this?”

“Do you remember when we learned of the Lord of Light? The red women who serve him?”

He nodded. “R’hilor.”

“Yes. One of those red priestesses stopped by. I did not see her, I was- I was mourning mother. She healed Aegon before leaving.”

“How? Why?”

“I do not know, Jace. All I know is that she wanted dragon fire and Helaena, desperate, took her to see Dreamfyre. No one else was there and Helaena will not speak of it so I do not know what exactly transpired. Aemond has tried and even he cannot coax it out of her.”

“Speaking of Aemond.” Jace looked at you carefully. “Is it an act, the way he is around you? As if he would protect you from everything and everyone?”

You shook your head. “It is no act. He is good to me. He has cared for me and has, indeed, protected me, even against his own family.” You wanted to say more, to tell your brother how your marriage was filled with caring. There was danger in saying such things, in thinking such things, and you pressed your lips together.

“I suppose you have to make the best of it.” He tapped his fingers on the table again before he remembered something. “Baela said to tell you she sends her love.”

You smiled, immediately picturing your stepsister’s dear face. “How is Baela? And Rhaena?”

Before your eyes, your brother’s expression softened and you thought you saw a wash of red over his cheeks. “She is,” he began, “we are-” he cleared his throat. “She is with child. We married quietly days ago.”

“Oh Jace,” you walked around the table, and despite everything, he smiled and returned your hug. “I am so happy for you both.” You wanted to tell him your own news but things were going so well and you were fearful of upsetting him.

“Sister, there is much to discuss now.” He let go of you, returning to his seat. “Baela wants what is left of her family near her. She wants her sister. She wants her grandparents. Losing both Rhaenyra and Daemon in such a short time has dealt her a great wound.”

What about me? Do I not suffer their loss, too?

Jace seemed torn and you knew there was so much more. “I do not blame her.”

“She wants to return to Driftmark. To live there.”

You said nothing, understanding his dilemma. As Rhaenyra’s heir and Prince of Dragonstone, he was duty-bound to the ancient place where you all had spent time as a family. But now his beloved wanted something else. And her reasons were powerful, especially now.

“And what do you want, brother?”

Jace rubbed his face and you knew in that moment that his world had changed and it, in turned, had changed him. “I know I should say The Iron Throne,” he intoned dramatically. “And I do. It is what I was raised for. It was mother’s and she never got to reign. I think she would have done a good job.”

If Daemon had allowed her to, you thought.

“But it brought grandfather nothing but worries and fighting, and it brought mother nothing but strife and death, and I do not want that for myself. Or Baela. Or the child.”

Jace was silent for a long time.

“Does it make me a coward?”

“Jace, it makes you good man,” you replied softly. “Grandfather tried to have it both ways and it tore the family apart. Mother nearly buckled under the weight of being the heir. It is not cowardice to want something else.”

His eyes rose to your face. “Of course you would say that. Keep Aegon on the throne, keep your new family happy.”

“Oh come on, Jacaerys!” You stood, your chair making a loud scraping sound against the stone floor. “If I agree with you, you see machinations, if I disagree with you, will you think me heartless?” You stared at him, willing him to listen. “Maybe there are paths left to explore.”

* * * * *

Aemond was pacing at the end of the hallway, and when he saw the door open, he rushed to see his wife stepping out. “Prince Jacaerys and Prince Lucerys will have dinner in their rooms. We shall meet again in the morning.”

She took his arm and tried to turn him away from where he was staring, Luke walking out of the room where he had been waiting with a septon. He looked up and saw Aemond and froze, and it was only because his wife tugged harder on his arm that he let her lead him away.

“We should speak with Aegon and your grandfather,” she said quietly.

“What has happened?” he asked.

She looked up at him, her expression more at peace than it had been in many days. “There is much to be done. I will tell you everything.”

She told him all the details of the conversation, Jace’s initial resistance and how they had come up with some possible options. The problem was Otto. The man would not be so open to anything that deviated from his wish to see Rhaenyra’s line completely nullified. Maybe Aegon, newly reborn Aegon who saw things differently now, would be the key.

“You are right,” Aemond said, pacing again in their bedchamber. “Grandfather will not be so easily led.”

“If the king himself wills it,” she replied, then rubbed her eyes. “I am not used to being so tired.”

He immediately took her hand, led her to their bed. “Lay down. I will not allow this business to take away from your health.”

“Will you stay with me?” she asked, slipping off her shoes, and Aemond tried not to react, tried not to show how her request touched him.

“Of course,” he said simply, watching her as she undressed down to her shift and sat back against the pillows. “Come here,” he murmured, and again, was surprised by the easy way in which she went into his arms, wrapped an arm around his waist and sighed.

Touched, he said nothing as she drifted off into sleep, but smiled as some time later she began curling into him, first her hand going higher up on his chest, then one shapely leg slipping over his thigh. Her walls came down so easily in sleep, he thought, and he reached out to brush his thumb against her nipple. She made a little noise and her fingers reached up to touch his neck. He reached up under the hem of her shift, finding her warm and wet, soft, lazy circles that made her sigh.

Her lips parted and Aemond could not resist them, he ran the tip of his tongue along her bottom lip and she reached up, her eyes fluttering. Before she fully opened them, he took her mouth, and she moaned against him.

“Aemond,” she breathed when they pulled apart, and she let him shift her onto her back, spread her thighs apart so he could taste and devour.

He took his time, her hands reaching into his as she rose and rose, letting her savor every single swipe of his tongue. He would feel her fall, her body trembling, her breathing turning into sobs, but for now he delighted in the way her nails dug into the back of his hands, the way her thighs began to tense as he drove her higher and higher.

She moaned, never letting go of his hands. When her hips began to rock ever so slightly, he knew, and feasted on her until she cried out, her sobs of pleasure the sweetest sound he had ever heard, her hands tight on his.

He rose to see her face flushed, her hair strewn all over the pillow. Her eyes were dreamy and soft and she extended her arms to him.

Tell me, tell me, do you love me?

He drove inside her, went into her arms, brushed her hair off her face. There were words on his lips and he kept them to himself, palming one of her breasts instead. She pulled him down to press her mouth to his, and he began snapping his hips. The need to have her, soft and warm beneath him, might have shamed him some other time, but now he embraced it, the feel of her, her skin, her hands, her lips, and let her take everything from him.

* * * * *

“Did you know Aegon has told Helaena he no longer wishes to share her bed?”

She turned to look at him. “No.”

Aemond fixed his eye patch, tightened the tie in his hair.

“You are very beautiful, husband, now tell me more.”

He turned to find her smiling at him and rolled his eye at her. “He told her he loved her as his sister and he loved their children, but he would not lay with her any more.”

“What did Helaena say?”

“According to Aegon, she smiled at him and kissed his cheek and then went to play with the children.”

She wrapped her braid around itself, secured a comb Rhaenys had given her long ago into it.

Aemond walked up behind her, kissed her temple. “I thought we would speak with Aegon first. Present a united front to grandfather.”

And to your mother, she did not say.

They walked to Aegon’s rooms, and Aemond did not tell her he could see it now. The gentle curve of her belly now had a small protrusion, barely visible, barely felt.

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Kill a Dixon Part 4

“Um, Miss… Miss Lori?” Daryl said nervously. He was sitting in front of a big pile of socks that were spreading across the coffee table, matching together fuzzy pink ones and ones with extra support and special ones that helped Lori’s pregnancy cankle situation. But behind him the woman was watching some TV show and combing through Daryl’s hair.

Daryl didn’t mind.

Actually he was really enjoying the way her nails scratched against his greasy and probably still dirty scalp. He hadn’t washed his hair while at Officer Walsh’s but he had rinsed it well. It was dirty, yes but not too bad. He liked the way her pink would graze his ear every so often and how cool her hands felt on his forehead and ear. It made him feel safe.

He was in a nice cozy home, with a full stomach, wearing fresh cleaned clothes with a very nice lady petting his hair while matching up nice clean socks. It was like… like a dream.

“Yeah, Daryl? What is it?” Lori said and sat up a bit to look down at the boy. She was having a nice time. Daryl was very helpful. He got her a glass of water when she asked, brought her the piles of folded clothes so she didn’t have to walk from the bedroom to the living room, and she had to admit that he was really like a kicked puppy. He had no manners whatsoever and didn’t really know how to do everyday housework but he tried. He tried and he learned quickly.

Daryl just swallowed and kept his eyes down.

“Are they gonna make me stay with my daddy? Officer Walsh and Officer Grimes, are they gonna make me stay? I know I cain’t live with Officer Walsh and I cain’t stay here but-”

“You can stay here. Actually you will stay here. Down in the basement, now it’s not really fully finished but there’s a bathroom and we just had to put a bed into storage that we can put down there. We’ve got all the supplies to finish it but then Rick was promoted and then Carl happened and we haven’t had time since.” Lori said and started hatching out a plan. It would give Daryl a space but also be separated from the main house. Plus the door down locked from the outside if ever Daryl misused their trust, or someone came to hurt him they could lock their asses down there because no one’s ever gonna hurt this poor ba-

Lori stopped her thoughts and almost giggled to herself. She was almost glad the young man was bringing her maternal ways to light. Preparing her for everything she’ll feel for Carl, to a lesser degree but preparing nonetheless.

Daryl turned around and looked at her with those beautiful blue eyes, loose socks falling to the floor from his lap.

“Why?” The man said quietly and kept looking at her. Why were all these people being so kind? So caring? It hurt Lri’s feelings.

She reached out and cupped his chin, feeling the few wiry hairs that inhabited it.

“Because I said so. Rick can talk to the low income housing people and get them to see reason. I’m sure we can find you a job, at least something to get you some money until you can find a job you like. You don’t have to stay here, no one’s gonna make you stay or go. I have a good feeling about you Daryl, and I think you feel the same way about me.” Lori said in all sincerity while staring into Daryl’s eyes, making sure he understood. Daryl just stared at her and nodded after a moment. His face turning red and tears welling in the corners of them.

Lori wiped the ones that started to fall and gave him a smile before leaning back.

“Plus I’m pregnant and if you try to argue with me, I’ll cry.” She said in a joking way but Daryl just sat up on his knees and sniffed a little and looked right at her with seriousness.

“I promise I won’t make you cry.” He said and she laughed. He looked confused but she just scratched at his head and he smiled.

Soon her three valiant men were back. Shane hugged her and left to go back to work, Rick got ready for his shift and put dinner in the crock pot, and Daryl showed Lori all his stuff. She sat down on the couch and looked at his measly belongings. He had an old battered blue canvas backpack which was packed with one plastic comb, two foldable hunter’s knives, three sleeveless button downs, a pair of tattered blue jeans, and a picture of a woman sitting on a couch holding a baby while smoking a cigarette. He also had a cross boy with four arrows which he left on the porch.

Lori helped him put the clothes in the wash and helped her down the stairs to the basement.

“Oh you just didn’t put the insulation and the plywood up. You just gotta use screws, it’s easy, look.” Daryl said and started lifting things into place like a puzzle. Lori handed him screws once she found where Rick had left the drill, luckily it was on the charger.

Once he had the last of the boards put into place he was sweaty and hungry and tired. It had been a few hours, so they went up and ate what Rick had made.

That’s usually how the first few days went.

Daryl slept on Rick and Lori’s couch. He got up before them and sat on their porch and watched the sun rise. Rick woke up and made breakfast for Lori to eat in bed and left a plate on the table for Daryl. Lori and Rick got showers ( shower usually) then Daryl waited for Lori in the laundry room and did up the laundry with her seated on the bench folding.

They talked a lot. Daryl had never felt like he wanted to talk to anyone. He told her about his mom, Merle’s habits and friends, and of course eventually he told her about what daddy had done. Told her crying on the couch about the men. It had always been men that hurt him. And with cool calm hands she’d pet down his back and listen. At night she’d shed a few tears telling Rick that she wanted to swaddle up the boy and carry him around in her pocket and that she hopes those men rot in the worst corner of hell.

They’d eat lunch, Shane would call or come by to check on him and bring him stuff. Comic books since Daryl had mentioned that he couldn’t read all that well, some good socks and new underwear since Daryl didn’t have very many, and of course he brought over new documents from the court house.

Then Shane would leave or hang up, Rick would fuss about how Daryl could eat whatever he wanted since he ‘wouldn’t be worth keeping if he was gonna wither away’, and he’d leave. They’d go to the basement, Daryl and Lori, and work on drywall and paint. Daryl was always careful not to get anything on Lori and to not make too loud of noise. Lori however laughed and flicked paint at him saying that she wasn’t made of glass.

Daryl found that he rather liked having his walls painted warm brown, a familiar color as his walls back home were dark wood shiplap. So they painted them brown and Shane helped him put the bed in the main room, just a boxspring and a mattress on the floor. Daryl was so happy he couldn’t contain his smile.

Then he had sheets and a blanket and an orange and black patterned quilt. He had food and his own chores to finish. He had a routine. And he was never happier.

Lori helped him look for jobs while Shane found out where would take him if he asked. Lori found that Daryl liked quiet jobs, solitary jobs. He also liked mechanics and had taken a mechanics class in highschool and had a few certifications. He had thought about a job as a cook at a diner but then one day Shane had come in with a smile and a pat on the back.

A salvage yard. All he did was take things apart and toy things to different areas. It was the best. So then his routine changed. He got up, showered, put on his uniform, and caught the bus. He worked from nine till noon, walked three blocks to a little cafe where a very nice lady, Carol, had a cup of ice tea and the special of the day waiting for him, and walked back to work until three. Then he would walk around in the alleys and look for stray cats and maybe do a bit of dumpster diving. Shane would pick him up on the corner near the bank and drive him home. He would get a shower in his bathroom, put his laundry in the washer, and eat dinner with Miss Lori.

Sometimes Rick was home during dinner but most of the time he wasn’t.

He’d started a habit of putting all the clean laundry from the week in the round white basket and every Saturday him and Miss Lori would watch House MD and fold laundry.

Rick told him he could stay as long as he wanted. So Daryl made a home. He found a gray patterned area rug and a floor lamp in his dumpster diving which ended up actually not looking too bad in his little apartment.

He bought Miss Lori snacks and brought her little pastries from the cafe because he didn’t have the heart to tell Miss Carol that he really didn’t like sweets. He even made some friends at the yard. There was the owner, Dale, who would tell him all sorts of cool tips and tricks and mostly worked on his own projects. There was a little asian guy who came around every Monday looking for parts for his mustang that was older than he was and always falling apart. He ended up being a really nice guy who Daryl could tease with and talk to. The guy, Glenn, eventually started coming around to hang out and talk to Daryl.

Then Glenn and Dale start talking and they end up having beers after work on Friday’s before Glenn’s shift at the pizza shop. Then Glenn starts bringing around this girl, his girlfriend, Maggie, and her and Daryl hit it off.

So Daryl’s routine changes again.

Eventually he finds a nice apartment in the building next to Glenn and Maggie’s. Rick and Lori send him off with the bed they let him have, a recipe book of easy cheap recipes, and promise that they’d always be there for him. Of course Lori had made him promise to come to the hospital when Carl was born, only a few weeks away.

“He’ll need his Uncle Daryl after all.” She had said which caused him to cry like a baby right there in the doorway.

Sundays were for visiting Lori and Rick and helping do laundry and the week's episode of House MD.

Mondays were for talking to Glenn, changing his bed sheets (Miss Lori demanded of it) and occasionally going and renting a movie.

Tuesdays were for cleaning his apartment and grocery shopping with Miss Lori.

Wednesdays were Dinner at the Grimes residence and Daryl always did his best to bring something. Most of the time though it was a small package of beers and those fizzy cherry drinks Miss Lori liked.

Thursdays he smashed cars and played checkers with Dale.

Fridays he had a beer after work with Dale, Glenn, and Maggie. They listen to the radio and sometimes play checkers.

Saturdays are for sleeping in and going with the flow. Sometimes Glenn came over, sometimes he went to Miss Lori’s, and sometimes he laid in bed all day.

And every week was similar but slightly different.

Soon enough he was going to the Grimes residence more and more often again. He was cleaning and cooking and rocking a little tiny baby in his arms. Lori would fall asleep anywhere she could and Daryl would be happier than hell to rock little Carl or feed him a bottle.

Then he found a little puppy hiding under a car in the yard. Mangy and dirty and smaller than his hand. Daryl had taken the day off and took the little thing to the vet.

At the end of the day Daryl was proud of himself. He had a place of his own, a good job, a sort-of nephew, a dog called Dog, and most important of all he finally had the one thing he’d never had before, a family. A family found in a husband and wife and a sweet little baby, a bachelor, a mechanic, a pizza delivery boy and his girl, a cafe owner, and a mutty puppy dog.

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blog intro :)

3-23-24

Hello I’m Dino! I wanted to make an introduction post for my tumblr since I decided I wanted to start posting to motivate myself and others! I thought it would be nice to list my personal goals, interests, etc. :)

also pls ignore any grammar issues I don’t feel like putting this through Grammarly :,)

Goals

Work towards a 4.5 gpa: I have currently maintained a 4.2 gpa for this school year I wish it was 4.5, but I have 2 b’s :( So I’m going to work towards a 4.5 for this last quarter and senior year!

Become a better speaker: My ultimate career is to be a lawyer! With that comes working to be a better speaker. I get quite nervous when it comes to taking to a large group of people and start to talk fast. On top of this at my mock trial meet I messed up my direct horribly because of how nervous I was to talk in front of the judge and jury :,)

Get best lawyer during Mock Trial Comp: I won best attorney this year, but I don’t think I deserved it…I want to be more confident in my win this time around!

4 or 5 on AP Exams: I want to get a 4 or 5 on both my AP Lang and APUSH Exams in May! I need to study and practice hard though, but I’m willing to put the hard work in ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ

Practice flute more often: I play the flute for my schools band and while I have only been playing for 7 months now I have to keep up with people who have been playing for 5+ years :,) With that I want to practice more to keep up and for my personal interest of just becoming more skilled with the flute!

Turing in homework on time: I have made a bad habit of turning my homework in late which is so bad oml I need to get out of it

Exercise: I want to start working out regularly to lose some weight :) While I’m at a healthy weight I just want to lose a few pounds for aesthetic purposes, but in a healthy manner!

Love myself more: I forget to remind myself that I have gotten so far and I have evolved over the years. I want to make sure that I know that I’m worthy of love even when I’m at my lowest.

Interests

Music: I’m a big fan of all genres (even some country songs too) but I’m a big listener of k-pop! But here is a list of my favorite groups + musicians: Red Velvet, Melanie Martinez, Laufey, Idelwork, Frank Sinatra, NMIXX, Ive, Megan Thee Stallion, Flo Milli, Poppy, Lesserafim, Aespa, Newjeans, Infinity Song, Kiss of Life, and many more!

Media: I’m not going to list every kind of media I’m into but here is a small taste! Big fan of ARGs, Indie Horror games (puppet combo specifically), Mascot Horror games (FNAF + Poppy Playtime), Anime (although I haven’t watched anything recently, but my fave is TBHK), K-dramas and Thai-dramas, YouTube video essays (TRO, iNabber, Primik, Stephanie Soo), Cartoons (Owl House, Gravity Falls, Amphibia, MLP, stuff like that), RPG + Dating Sim games (Shooter game HATER here), Sitcoms, Snoopy/Peanuts, Miraculous Ladybug (biggest MariChat lvr) Twisted Wonderland (Azul my love) and a BUNCH more things I’m into, but I’m not going to list them all like I said :,)

Hobbies: Doing my nails, playing my flute, writing fanfics (don’t judge I BEGGG), reading (pls recommend books for me to read, I love the classics too), deco (for my photo cards and notebooks lol), and makeup!

I think that should suffice for my introduction, though it looks a bit long…I’m a blabber could you tell?

Anyways thank you for sticking around for the end! If you want to see any updates on my goals or read my blabber about my interests don’t hesitate to follow me! (Also follow me on Ao3 @/dino_mp3 if you’re an Azul lvr bc all my fanfics are about him) This tumblr is more of a casual stop for me to be more myself and work towards a better me :) But thank you again and I hope you have a good day/night! Don’t forget to drink water :D

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Demolition Lovers - Ⅰ you touch me once again and somehow it stings cause i know it is the end

DISCLAIMER: This fic is a long slowburn with multiple chapters, still being updated. also on AO3 my masterlist (all the chapters are linked there) PAIRING: young!Carol Denning/fem!reader OVERALL SUMMARY: An exploration of your and Carol's relationship through the years. CHAPTER SUMMARY: You and Carol reunite after a long time apart. CHAPTER TAGS: angst, fluff, friendship, complicated feelings, reader plays soccer, high school, developing relationship A/N: no clue how to add footnotes on tumblr but Engie is a Nickname for Engine Room, which central midfielders are often described as. also english isn't my native language so mb for any mistakes. im just a desperate lesbian in a world with not enough carol x reader insert fanfiction

“Carol! Carol, slow down!” You panted, quickly trying to sneak in shallow breaths in between your pleadings.

“I told you already, we don’t have much time!” She spoke up ominously, not even turning her head around to look at you, just focusing on running straight ahead with slight twists and turns here and there, still holding your sweaty hand tightly. She guided the both of you through the humid, pine scented, and slightly foggy forest of a small, West Virginia mill town where somewhere, underneath all the trees’ crowns, your hiding spot was.

“I see it!” Carol exclaimed, using her lungs' full potential. She briefly turned her head to take a short glimpse at your breathless and distraught self, your only reply was a slight smile of relief.

The two of you finally reached your destination. You immediately slid down the huge pine tree with your and Carol’s initials, a bunch of silly stick men and other drawings messily carved into the trunk, finally able to take a proper, deep breath.

Carol was still pacing around, hands fidgeting, occasionally tapping her foot like she was in distress, or anticipating something bad — those weren’t the signs that particularly worried your 8-year-old self, though. Upon further reflection, you recognized the pacing around as something to be concerned about, because your older sister would do the same thing whenever something unpleasant happened. What was most noticeable was her sudden change in mood, from running maniacally, smiling, to shutting down. Maybe it could’ve been from exhaustion? Why didn’t she just sit down then? You pondered.

You looked up at her, at the same time as she was looking down and when your eyes met, you were sure that something was indeed wrong. The look Carol gave you was dull, like she was trying to detach herself from whatever was happening. As your eyes locked, Denning’s began glistening, and she was clearly trying to hold back weeping by plastering a fake grin, with no success. She pulled up her glasses to wipe the tears away with the sleeve of her sweater.

“Care, what’s wrong?” You stood up, not even brushing the dirt off of your corduroy overalls, then taking Carol’s hands in yours. There was no way you could stop her crying now, and some teardrops fell on the back of your palms.

“You can tell me.” You added softly, furrowing your brows in a confused, yet clearly worried manner. You spoke with the intent of reassuring Carol that in this exact moment, the both of you were safe and sound in each other's presence and no one would be able to hurt you.

You weren’t breaking eye contact for even a second.

“Mom… Well….” At this point, Carol’s tears transformed into a full on stream, her vision turning blurry. “Not mom… I mean probably but…” Carol stuttered. She attempted to collect herself before continuing, sniffling.

“Barb… she told me that we are going to Illinois…” She tightened her grip, almost digging her nails into your hands, fully breaking down.

She was being serious about this.

Carol couldn’t hide it anymore, and even if she tried you could see everything written all over her puffy, red face. You were startled, almost frozen in place, the only sensation you felt being the occasional gust of wind and Carol squeezing your palms more and more with every second that passed by. You weren’t sure why, but it was somehow pleasant, reminding you that both of you are still alive and breathing. In this moment of silence, only broken by you sniffling and Carol gasping for air, everything hit you all at once.

The Denning's were moving out. Carol was moving out. Your best friend was moving out.

You tried to keep your cool as best as you could, so as to not upset her even more — you knew she didn’t like pity. Your attempt was unsuccessful, and you could feel your lips quivering.

Care threw herself into your arms and hugged you so tightly like she never did before, laying her head down on your shoulder. You took this as a chance to bawl your eyes out, hugging her back.

“You’re my best friend… And this may be the last time I'm going to see you.” She stuttered through the tears. After a moment of silence, you slowly let go of Carol, the both of you looking like a mess. Her hair was stuck to her sweaty, wet face, eyes puffy as if she had an allergic reaction, meanwhile your runny nose and bloodshot eyes made you look like you were ill, and you certainly felt like it.

“I’ll wait for you.” Your voice cracked, and you were frantically digging through the pockets of your jacket, eventually pulling out a jawbreaker candy and handing it to Carol.

Both of you smiled through the tears as she took the candy and hugged you for the last time in years.

The gym, covered with school representative dark blue and yellow banners, or posters with cheesy motivational quotes plastered on the beige walls, echoed with the principal asking something along the lines of “Is everyone excited!?”. Shockingly, a few people actually were, and rather loudly too.

He went on to boast about the many achievements of the school, about how great we all are, almost starting an inspirational speech. Before he could go on further, the more empathetic vice principal cut him off. “Let’s welcome MHS Band!”

“God damn, why does this shit always take ages?” The defender complained, slamming her locker over the sound of trumpets and drums in the distance. Someone from the team chuckled at the question. Other girls were spraying their hair, fixing their makeup, changing into uniform and whatnot.

“It always takes this long. You oughta get used to it.” Veronica walked up to Jennifer, who was painting little scorpions on the team members’ cheeks, to get hers done.

Tonya narrowed her eyes. “Well, yeah, but it doesn’t make it less annoying.”

The band went quiet, and the cheerleaders took over to the sound of Voulez-Vous by ABBA. “I can’t believe people actually listen to this European disco shit.” Rachel scoffed, and Veronica started singing it off-key incoherently just to piss her off, dancing with her hands, swaying to the rhythm of the bass boosted by the schools’ speaker's song.

She forgot she was getting her face painted and swung her head around to elevate her performance, which caused Jennifer to slip her hand and draw a straight line across her face.

“Ronica! Take a chill pill!” The attacking-midfielder rolled her eyes and let Jennifer clean up the mess, sneaking in a quiet “Sorry.” The team captain reflected, “Also, it’s not that bad. At least they used a song that’s not, like, 50 years old.” The goalkeeper raised an eyebrow in approval after giving it some thought.

“Ronica’s singing is, though.” You cut in and the teammates that could hear you over the loud music laughed.

“You wouldn’t know good singing if it hit you in the face!” Your friend defended herself, continuing the back and forth teasing for a while.

The team's striker finished painting the midfielder’s face and peeked out of the locker room to see what was going on in the gym. The cheerleaders were packing up their routine with a round of applause, and the scorpion school mascot ran out of the boys’ locker room.

You and Rachel were on your way to the mirrors, as you passed by you had a look at the slightly dirty, grody, blue, fluffy mascot and a chill went down your spine.

“Fucking hell man, that thing gives me the creeps.” You turned your attention to Jennifer and the goalkeeper, the latter tilting her head to get a better look. “Yeah… yeah, I see where you’re coming from.” She raised her upper lip and wrinkled her nose.

As the three of you were staring at what was going down at the pep rally, the principal spoke up again.

“And now… For the team that needs no introduction…” The whole group had gathered now. “…Let’s make some noise for the Regionals Girls’ Soccer Team Champions, go Scorpions!” He stretched out the “go” until the A/V kid put on Call Me by Blondie.

Students were crammed into the wooden bleachers, showing all the varieties of enthusiasm you'd expect from a required school event. The other jocks' encouraging yells, the burnouts' eye rolls, and everything in between.

The first moments were always awkward, since, well, not many people were that excited about a girls’ soccer team. The girls’ boyfriends and friends would start chanting, pumping their fists for all they’re worth, which usually worked in hyping up the rest of the school. As the applause built up and feet rumbled against the bleachers, you all jogged onto the court, with the beat-up school mascot jumping around and high-fiving the front row.

The whole team stood in a straight line, Jennifer put on an act of excitement, smiling triumphantly and waving. You didn’t like pep rallies very much, but honestly, most of the school didn’t either. The principal began announcing a speech about your success at the Regionals, but you drowned him out with irrelevant thoughts. “At least this is better than going to Biology…”

Your eyes lingered around the gym, recalling a pep talk from your coach about how you should always hold your head up, so you don’t come off as uninterested or ignorant.

You turned your attention from the banners to the bleachers, looking out for some interesting action. Maybe a kid kicking someone in the back and then pretending that it wasn’t them, a couple making out, just anything to make time pass faster.

As your eyes wandered, you noticed a new face in the midst of the crowd, squinting to get a better look. She looked familiar, but you couldn’t exactly make out her features since she was focused on rummaging through her bag.

You looked away for a moment, continuing the search.

Who knows, possibly it was just your mind playing tricks on you, and it wasn’t anyone new but a classmate who just got a new haircut.

Something felt off, though. You felt a weird sensation, like someone was directly staring at you — normally, you would've just brushed it off, but this was prolonged staring, the kind that made you uncomfortable.

You searched for the culprit amongst the crowd, and you immediately locked eyes when you found her. You were right; there was a new addition to your high school, and you knew why she looked familiar. You’d recognize that gaze anywhere.

Your face went pale, eyes widened, and your whole body stiffened, unable to form a single thought. Everything went silent, and your ears were ringing. From what you could see, Carol was just as shocked, only moving her hand ever so slightly to pull up her glasses.

You could make out clapping in the background, muted by your shock, and out of the corner of your eye see teammates acting all buddy-buddy, like all of you would always do at the end of every pep rally to raise “team spirit”.

It didn’t register that it was time to pack up until Gina nudged you, and you snapped back to reality.

“Yo, it’s time to go L/N.” She reminded you, immediately running to catch up to the other girls, while you just stood there for one more second before also sprinting to the locker room.

You stormed in, squeezing through the crowd to get to the bathroom, and you slammed the cabin door. You sat down on the closed toilet lid and grabbed the roots of your hair in distress, glancing at your feet.

You were confused as to what you were feeling; you were happy because your childhood best friend is back, but also shocked and nervous because, what if Carol isn’t the same person anymore? It makes sense; it’s been, what, 7 years since you last saw each other? It’s only reasonable that she changed, but you were afraid of the possibility of Carol and you not getting along anymore. Fuck.

You missed her greatly. You used to call each other, but only for the first few years after she moved out, when you were still kids. You recalled that one time, on a random evening after not hearing from Carol after a while, you rang the phone, but no one answered. Then, you called again. Almost every day for a month, until a high-pitched, squeaky female voice answered one day to tell you that the previous tenants had moved out.

Back then, it hurt. It hurt a lot, but you got over it with time. Still, the thought of carving “Y/N and Carol BFFS 4 EVER” into a tree with a pocket knife that Denning snatched from her dad, just one last time, lingered around.

You were torn apart; should you come up to her in hopes of becoming close again, and risk the pain of losing her again, or just pretend she doesn’t exist? After giving it more thought, it would be impossible to avoid her without it being awkward after the staring contest that just happened. “Fuck this.” You gave up, and opened the cabin door, just to be greeted by Veronica with her arms crossed.

“So, what’s eating you, Engie? 1” You jumped, and your heart sped up for a second.

“Fuck off! You made me spazz out!” Your brows furrowed, and you let out an exasperated sigh, walking away without an answer to change out of your uniform.

‘Ronica just threw her hands up in the air in annoyance, “That’s what I get for trying to be a supportive friend.” she mumbled. In some moments, the girls’ locker room wasn’t the most pleasant environment to be in.

You didn’t mean to blow up at Veronica like that, thinking about it, you probably could've used a piece of advice, a shoulder to lean on.

You packed up your bag, shut your locker and went to the mirrors to wash off the little scorpion on your cheek.

The attacking midfielder was leaning on the sink, listening to Rachel, Jennifer, and Nicole talking about a get-together to celebrate your success.

“Can we be civilized now?” She turned to look at you and fixed her hair.

“Yeah, you bet…” you smiled, “… I didn’t mean to explode at you like that.”

“It’s whatever, now, onto other, more important manners.” Vee joined in on the conversation about the party, as you picked at your face. School was out for today, so you could linger around until the janitor would make you leave.

Jennifer announced the gathering before anyone could leave, so that none of you would have an excuse not to go. Most of the time, she didn't care about your team interacting, which isn’t the best trait for a captain, but you all got along rather quite well (for hormonal, teenage girls), so she didn’t really bother with it. She must’ve been really excited about going to the State Championships.

As you said your goodbye’s and were about to leave, the striker stopped you. “L/N, I very much expect to see you there, and remember, no excuses!” Jennie mimicked your coach and you both laughed.

Still, what went down earlier today wouldn’t leave your mind. Your duffle bag was hitting your hips as you passed by the front of the school. You saw Vee sitting down on the benches by herself, and decided that you do need to talk about Carol. She scooted, you took a seat, and lit up a cigarette.

You were afraid of starting the conversation, and Veronica sensed that. “So, what fucked your day up, then?”

You took a drag. “You remember how I talked about that childhood friend of mine?”

“I think so?” She gesticulated and you passed her the cigarette. “Her name starts with C, right?”

“Yeah, Carol…” You hear your friend whisper a quiet “Ohhh, yeah, yeah.”

You continued. “… She was at the pep rally today.” As Veronica was about to put the cancer stick to her lips, she dropped her jaw and raised her eyebrows. “You serious?”

“Deadly serious, fortunately or unfortunately. I’ve got no clue what to do, ‘Vee.” You bounced your leg and nibbled on the inside of your lip. “Should I come up to her or something? I can’t even ignore her after the fuckin’ staring contest we had.” Ronica, once again, handed the cigarette back to you and you took another drag.

“Well, I think only Mother Theresa could help you with that.” She tried to joke as an attempt of lighting up the mood, but only got a stern look of disapproval from you.

“Okay um, well. Maybe wait until she comes up to you…” Vee thought more about her answer. “…and then you’ll know that she also wants to talk or something, reconnect, whatever… And I guess if she doesn’t, and you still miss her, you could make the first move?” Her voice went up an octave in uncertainty.

“That’s actually some solid advice, thanks, ‘Ronica.” You smiled at her, and she threw an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into a hug. “No prob.”

The two of you sat in comfortable silence, only broken by chatter of other students, Vee reminding you to put out the cig, and cars speeding by. A beige, 1978 Cougar honked with your friends’ dad in the driver's seat. You said your goodbyes, and after Veronica left, you picked up your duffle bag and walked off in the direction of the school bus stop.

You closed your eyes and leaned against a tree, massaging your temples, trying to reduce the tension and stress that built up over the course of the day. You heard someone flickering a lighter, and you slowly opened your eyes in curiosity.

“Who would’ve thought you’d end up as a fuckin’ jock?” She stopped playing with the lighter, which was clearly a ploy to get your attention. “I mean, you could barely run half a mile without getting outta breath back when we were kids.” A way too familiar voice teased with a big, genuine smile.

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WITH EYES LIKE MINE

House of the Dragon (female)Targaryenreader insert

Chapter Warnings - Alicent's skin picking, mentions of infertility, depressed reader-character with eating troubles.

Chapter 7- Flowers Have Thorns

120AC

The red-haired Queen's fingers bled as she continued to pick the skin surrounding her nails.

Her faithful knight stood before her, relaying the events of late that night to his Queen.

Alicent shut her eyes pitifully as if it would relieve her of her stresses.

"Prince Aegon is asleep within his chambers. The Princess' servants will remain with her for however long you wish, my Queen."

"Thank you...ser Criston." She trailed towards the end of her sentence, growing rather distracted by the ache in her head.

She slowly made her way to the lone chair by the fire. She was no Targaryen, but she found fire brought her comfort just as it did them.

She had failed to sleep the night prior, the news the maester had told her distrupted any feelings of tranquility or peace she had been gifted upon seeing her daughter wake.

"She can't birth children," her statement was rather blunt, but there was a solemness to her tone. She hid her tears by gazing into the fire.

Ser Criston stood silent, unsure of what to say or how to comfort the woman who had given him a second chance at life.

"One of the little wenches pierced her womb," Alicent paused to sniff, soaking up any tears from her eyes and moisture that left her nose.

Even the guard cringed at the mention of that night, the two distinct screams piercing his ears as though it were happening again right that very moment.

"If I had known then, I would have slaughtered every last one of them," she spat hatefully in a manner unbecoming of the King's lady wife.

"Viserys cowers away from consequence, especially when it involves Rhaenyra." she stood to her feet, wiping at the tears in her eyes before she began to pace the room.

It was one of her signature moves that notified Ser Criston of an oncoming vent about the King

"He refuses to do anything about it, says the matter has been dealt with - that Rhaenyra has been 'driven' away because of a mistake." The red-haired woman scoffed incredulously whilst shaking her head, growing more irate as she gave thought to her husband's words.

She then stopped and turned to her head to the silent knight, revealing her frowning lips and mournful gaze. "How am I to trust you? I called upon you that night to serve justice. Am I not your Queen?"

He had wondered how long it would take for her to speak about his poor show of loyalty toward her but in such a situation his hands were tied, he would have been slain within seconds by either the orders of the King or his impulsive brother.

"You are." Ser Criston declared loudly without hesitation, taking a step towards her. He would have dropped to his knees and pledged his allegiance there and then if she had commanded it.

Alicent's expression hardened slightly as she breathed in deeply, a way to stop another onslaught of tears before turning her face towards the lewd murals decorating the walls.

"You will continue to guard Y/N. Do not repeat what I have told you to anyone, including her. She's too young to understand the impacts of barrenness."

"Of course, my Queen."

A quiet thud reverberated through which directed the Queen's attention towards it.

Ser Criston stood abruptly and made his way towards it, but upon opening it, found there was no one there.

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Aemond hid walked briskly to his sister's room after having almost been discovered by his mother.

He had been eavesdropping too closely to the door and accidentally moved his shoulder against it, spurring his Ser Cole to open it.

Barren.

Aemond felt a mix of emotions in that moment, guilt, sadness, anger but mostly joy.

He had read what happened to women who couldn't birth children, most would turn to the faith, perhaps become septas, others whores but a barren woman would be spared the grueling challenges and labours of the birthing bed.

Y/N would never have to worry about marrying. Men need offspring. A barren woman was not desirable even if she was of high status or a descendant of the Conqueror himself.

Aemond was no fool, he knew that beauty and good looks weren't the only redeeming qualities a woman should have but if beauty was the only thing a woman should possess, there was no woman more beautiful than his sister who was but a girl. Even the men at court had made unsavoury comments about his sister's silver spun hair and ethereal lilac eyes.

"What a pretty face she has now...can only imagine how beautiful she'll be as a girl of four and ten."

"Never have I seen a more womanly child than the young Princess Y/N."

"What beautiful children she'll make."

Their words in his head made Aemond frown and outwardly cringe, but he pondered Y/N's beauty longer.

He wouldn't deny that he had given some thought to marrying Y/N, ever since he had learned of Aegon the Conqueror taking his sisters as wives he had envisioned himself with a Targaryen bride by his side, it was what he deserved, being of dragon blood himself.

Even if she could bear him no children, he'd still have her as his wife so long as Mother lets him. He couldn't see why she'd object if she had planned for Aegon and Helaena to be wed soon.

"Do not repeat what I have told you to anyone,"

His mother's words rung in his head. If she did not wish for her loyal guard to repeat her words then it was clear that she had no intention of being truthful to the many lingering suitors who were eager to pounce and prey upon Y/N when she came of age, some having waited since the announcement of her birth.

She'd be married off to some old perverted, unworthy Lord to warm his bed under the pretence of birthing him children. Surrounded by strangers, and only allowed scarce visits to her family.

That notion made Aemond want to scream his fury. He wouldn't cope well on his own with Aegon lingering around the corner, waiting to torment him further for his missing eye - not that he actually had. So he swallowed his guilt and sighed as he realised what he'd have to do.

Y/N wouldn't be stolen away from him or married, even if it was her duty, not if Aemond played his part right.

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The little girl sat in her bed from which she only left to empty her bladder or bowels. She hadn't eaten yet, and it was noticeable as her once cherubic face had become thin and slightly gaunt.

She only briefly remembered the night prior; Aegon was emotional, which would happen frequently when he downed too many cups. Ser Criston Cole was there too, though she failed to remember why he had intruded upon her chambers as her mind was too preoccupied with her 'night terror'

Her eyelids struggled to stay open, she hadn't gotten much sleep. Visions and night terrors plagued her sleep, and they always ended the same way; with her body enveloped by a mysterious figure as she burned in dragon flame.

The door to her chambers opened quietly, but she took no notice. Her fingers nipped at the skin of her elbow in an effort to keep herself from sleep.

A displeased sigh informed her of another's presence, and she briefly turned her head to catch a glimpse of Aemond who had begun to hide his scar with an eyepatch.

His scar was healing and had scabbed up but he still seemed himself. Y/N had lost any fight or resolve after her recurring visions. She admired Aemond's strength and resilience, he always was a survivor to their brother and the bastards' cruel antics.

"You must eat, sister." Aemond said as he grasped the platter, which lay on a dark wood table on the other side of the room.

"You're going to make mother worry even more."

"Eating makes me tired," she paused before looking directly at him. Her voice grew quieter, and her body shivered as she spoke, "but I don't want to sleep anymore."

Aemond looked at her before giving her a sympathetic nod. She turned her head from him and gazed outside of the small balcony of her room.

"They won't let me see Veranys."

At her words, Aemond's stance stiffened. The sight of the dragon fleeing Driftmark appeared in his mind. How could no one have told her yet?

"I think Mother worries that he'll hurt me, but he wouldn't, he's good. She hurts me, though."

Aemond's eye glanced to her fingers, which had begun to pick at her skin. It was the same habit their mother had, and Aemond detested the sight of her bloodied and cut fingertips.

"He'd sometimes sing, but I haven't heard him yet."

Aemond would have teased her for her choice of words had the circumstances not been so grim. Veranys would shriek until Y/N visited him. It resembled that of a dog whining and pining for its master.

"I fear something is wrong. He doesn't feel close by." Those words only confirmed to Aemond that he should be the one to tell her before days turn into weeks, and she finds out then.

Wordlessly he approached the furthest side of the bed where Y/N sat and sat alongside her, his feet hanging over the edge of it.

He took her hands in his but kept his gaze on the sky outside.

"Aemond?" She looked at him quizzically but he couldn't meet her gaze.

"Veranys is gone." It was a lot more blunt than Aemond wished and as he reflected on his choice of words he cursed his own name.

"He-wh-what?"

"He attacked the handlers - I tried to calm him, but he wouldn't listen. He knew something was wrong. He left Driftmark - no one has seen him since." The words spilt too quickly from his lips, like wine from Aegon's cups, as he struggled to keep his collected composure.

Veranys must have thought she was too weak to survive, but the realisation did nothing to dull Y/N's heartache.

Y/N silently removed her hands from Aemond's tightened grasp and stood, with both hands clutched to each elbow as a means to comfort herself.

"No...why would he leave me?" Her voice was almost a breath as she struggled to calm her frantic heart.

Aemond averted his gaze to his boots and dared not look up even as he heard his sister's breathing turn to sobs.

He continued to listen to her sobs and pleads for her dragon to return to her, as punishment to himself for making her cry.

"Veranys, māzigon arlī naejot nyke! (Come back to me)"

As his sister spoke, he forced himself to look at her. She had her back turned to him as she stood out on the balcony of her chambers wailing, heedless of the guards and smallfolk who could hear her cries but did not understand them.

"Kesan daor sagon nākostōbā dombo... please (I will not be weak anymore)." She dropped to her knees on the balcony, weeping.

It felt as though he had taken half of her heart with him when he deserted her.

Just as he stood to his feet on his way to comfort her, the doors to her chambers were slammed open causing him to halt.

His mother, followed by Ser Criston Cole, ran into the room, frantically crying Y/N's name.

Giving her son only a short suspicious glance and a comforting pat on his shoulder, she stumbled towards her troubled daughter and lowered herself to her position.

She gently pulled the young girl into her arms and cradled her, just as Aegon had done the night prior.

"Hush, my sweet. All will be well." Alicent mumbled into her daughter's unruly hair.

"No it won't," the little girl wept. "Nothing will ever be the same again."

_________

Three days passed, and each night, Y/N would experience the same dream with the same voice in the same land.

Each night, she would wake with a scream as the dragon engulfed them both in flames.

The King had ordered no one to enter her chambers if she screamed, to which Alicent became irate.

"She is a child, Viserys!"

"She must overcome this through her own will, Alicent. She is a strong girl"

King Viserys had decided Y/N had grieved Veranys enough and that she must behave as a princess does so that same morning, he had ordered the servants to wash Y/N, to whom she would normally chatter and laugh with but the girl only lay limp and silent as they bathed her, prepared her hair into one singular braid and dressed her in a simple golden dress.

Ser Criston Cole stood guard outside of her chambers as the servants led her out of the room. Ser Criston dismissed the servants with a nod before turning his attention to the sullen Princess.

He was not a man to offer words of solace, but to see the young girl so quiet made him feel uncomfortable.

"Have you been sleeping better?" He asked despite already knowing the answer. He was the one who had heard her screams each night.

"I think we both know the answer to that," she muttered quietly, her eyes focused ahead of her.

Her tone no longer sounded quite so airy and sweet as it once had been.

The knight gave a curt nod as his mind contemplated some more words he could speak to her.

"It will be Prince Aemond's nameday soon. Have you thought of a gift to give him?"

The girl gave thought to his words before speaking. "Aemond will not be so bothered by gifts now he has a dragon." She did not mean to sound so envious, but it could not be helped as she had heard of his riding adventures the day prior when he had visited her.

"It is not always the gift that matters." Ser Criston voiced, and Y/N understood what he was implying. She would ponder what to gift her brother later that evening.

The Septa was displeased with Y/N's late arrival, and she scolded both ser Criston and Y/N before promptly closing the door in the guard's face.

The youngest Princess seated herself beside Helaena who had eagerly waved at her in excitement.

"I'm overjoyed that you've woken, Y/N, I knew you would." The older sister beamed before she clutched Y/N's hand comfortingly.

"Grandsire wouldn't allow me to visit you. He said it would distract me from my studies," she paused before giving her younger sister a regretful smile. "These weeks have been lonely without your company."

Y/N squeezed Helaena's hand soothingly before responding. "I missed you too, Helaena."

"It is good to see you, Princess, but you were late for today's lesson and have much to learn from the weeks prior."

Y/N did not respond as she knew the Septa sought an apology, but she refused to apologise to the woman who had treated her horribly for the past three years.

The Septa cleared her throat as a means to disguise her shock at the young girl's disregard but did not dwell on it further.

"We will continue our embroideries. Helaena, I know you have almost completed your butterfly embroidery."

Helaena nodded excitedly before picking up the two embroideries, which sat on the small end table beside her seat.

"Both of you look over your works while I retrieve some more needles and threads. It appears Helaena has used most of the threads, and you Y/N happen to have misshapen your needles" The septa turned her disapproving gaze to both girls, Helaena shyly averted her eyes while Y/N stared back at the mean middle-aged woman.

The septa excused herself, slightly faltering under Y/N's piercing gaze just as Helaena placed Y/N's embroidery in her lap.

"I noticed you never had the chance to finish it. It's very good." Helaena's words were ones of encouragement, but Y/N knew she spoke in pretence. She did not voice her thoughts though.

"What are those little parts sticking out of the stem?" The older sister asked, squinting her eyes at the tiny details in her sister's embroidery.

"Flowers have thorns." Y/N replied quietly, judging her own clumsy work.

"This flower is called a 'bougainvillea'. I saw it in my book. It's one of my favourites - I like to think the thorns protect the flower from being plucked away by unworthy people" she paused her sentence, as her imagination conjured a beautiful royal purple bougainvillea in her mind, like the one she had created.

"They protect its beauty. It has many meanings, but one of my favourite meanings is that it offers protection." Her lips twitched upwards as she ran a hand over her embroidery as though she were really touching the purple thorny flower.

Helaena adorned a sweet smile at her sister's musings and watched as her eyes studied her own craft. She was just glad to see her in the flesh, alive and speaking about flowers as she had always done.

As the end of the lesson loomed, Y/N's rather shambolic purple bougainvillea embroidery was nearly completed, and Helaena had begun a new one.

She planned to create an embroidery featuring a sword (an idea the septa showed great disdain towards) to gift to Aemond, which left Y/N to wonder what she could gift him.

He had everything he had always wanted; for Aegon to stop bullying him, the Velaryon bastards to leave, and a dragon. All that was missing was his stolen eye, but she could not return his eye to him.

"Stupid Velaryons" she mumbled spitefully, which the septa took notice of.

"It is unladylike to mumble and mutter princess, do speak up." The septa scolded before her eyes settled on her embroidery.

"Why have you chosen such a hideous flower? Your needlework is resemblant of a dogs' mess." She never judged Helaena for choosing bugs, so why was her choice of a thorny flower so hideous to the woman? After two exhaustive hours of enduring the septa's comments of belittlement, her final comment had caused Y/N to throw her embroidery to the floor. She pierced her finger with the needle in the process.

Swiftly, she stood to her feet and glared towards the septa. "I'll be in my chambers." She spoke lowly. Her eyes never left the septa's startled face.

"You can not leave a lesson without being given permission to do so." The septa retorted, taking two steps towards the girl who merely rolled her eyes in an exaggerated manner.

"Watch me." She spat before she briskly opened one of the doors and purposely slammed it in efforts of angering the horrid septa further.

Without looking at him, she spoke to the knight who had been instructed to escort her to her next class. She knew he had just returned from training her brothers.

"I will be returning to my chambers, with or without your company." Her voice was nonchalant, as she walked past him, uncaring of what he would choose to do.

The septa blundered through the doors, her face reddened with rage and embarrassment, but the princess did not spare her a glance, even as she shrieked down the halls.

"Your father shall hear about your ludicrous and disrespectful behaviour at once!"

Finding her threat comical, the young girl rolled her eyes again before responding.

"It is unladylike to yell. You of all people should know that!" Y/N bellowed as loudly as she could in efforts to taunt the seething septa further.

The guard hid his amusement from the septa as he escorted the young princess back to her chambers.

[Completed this chapter quicker than I had planned. It is a longer one, I know, but I want to make my chapters longer and more detailed now that the story has progressed. I'm getting pretty invested and excited to develop Y/N's personality and relationships further as the story continues.

Remember, this won't have a happy ending, folks!

I do plan on writing multiple stories about HOTD in the future too, and perhaps some other TV shows/movies.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter and didn't find Helaena too ooc, I'm not great at writing for young Helaena, but as she gets older, it will become easier to write.

Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed this chapter!]

#aegon ii angst #aemond x reader #fanfiction #hotd x you #house of the dragon #queen alicent #rhaenyra targaryen #daemon targaryen #helaena targaryen #dragons #sad #jaecerys velaryon #king viserys #ser criston cole #targaryen reader #death #dark #aegon x y/n

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aldbooks · 6 months

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hello! how are you? How were your days off?I hope you enjoyed ☺️☺️Am I coming to ask for your writing? 🙈🙈 I can't help it 😃Would it be possible that you have one of Elain jealous hidden there? I need something like this to be able to continue my week ☺️☺️Thanks for creativity 😌😌

Hello! Thank you. My time off was very nice, wish I'd had more of it but don't we always?

Sorry this took a little bit to get to, I was very busy this week. Let's see what we can do. How about a snippet of a scene from a work I'm currently drafting. It may or may to remain in the final draft.

"You're staring," drawled Helion, suddenly appearing beside her.

Elain clutched the goblet of fae wine in her hand tighter in an attempt not to flinch as she was ripped out of her thoughts. "What?" she asked, a bit harsher than she intended.

Helion's golden eyes sparkled down at her in amusement before raising to where her gaze had been glued just a moment before. On the fire haired prince lounging across the room in his new throne, surrounded by fawning females.

One of them, an olive skinned female with silky dark curls and sensual curves was bold enough to plant herself in his lap, stroking her fingers through the open collar of his shirt.

It irked her. Irked her that these females acting like he was their property when they'd only been introduced mere minutes before. Irked her that he did not stop the female's explorations of his body in such a blatant manner. Irked her that he smiled and laughed at whatever she said in a way he'd never done with her...

Holy hells... she was jealous. An emotion she'd never experienced in connection with her erstwhile mate.

"If you disapprove of the attention he's getting," Helion mused. "You could just- turn away. Or... you could do something about it."

Elain sputtered. "I- couldn't care less what he does. He is free to do as he pleases. He certainly doesn't need my approval."

"Indeed? Is that why you've been drilling holes into each female who has dared to approach him for the last half hour?"

"I have not," Elain said, even as her gaze bored into the face of yet another female, a blonde this time, leaned against the unoccupied arm of his chair, thrusting her bosom in his face as she pushed aside of lock of his hair and toyed with the earring at the tip of his pointed ear.

She sat on his left where his golden eye roved over her, though she appeared undeterred by the gruesome scars covering half of his face. None of them seemed deterred by it. Many even seemed to be enamored of the scars. As she watched, the blond ran a red tipped nail across his brow, skimming the edge of the scars and made some comment that drew a smirk from him.

Elain realized she was glaring as Helion said dryly, "of course not."

"You approve of this behavior?" she asked, just barely keeping the snap out of her tone. "He is your heir, a prince. You believe this is appropriate behavior of a representative of this court?"

Helion gave her a dry look. "Flower, you've been in my court long enough ow to know the answer to that. I came by my reputation honestly, after all. Like father, like son."

Elain felt her cheeks flame hot as anger surged. She had indeed been in the Day Court long enough to know exactly what sort of mischief Helion liked to get up to, though he had not engaged in any of it since receiving word of Beron's death in anticipation of finally claiming his mate. The thought of Lucien doing any of the things she'd seen Helion do...

Helion laughed, reading her thoughts. "If it bothers you so much," he lifted a brow. "Do something about it."

Elain gulped the last few swallows of wine in her cup hoping they would cool her and knowing they would do the opposite. Before she had time to think, she slammed the cup down on the tray of a passing server and pushed her way through the crowd, ignoring Helion's deep chuckle that followed her.

When she reached the dias, everyone stilled, looking curiously at her. Lucien watched her with the same sardonic smile he'd worn each time they were in company since his arrival. The female in his lap sneered at her and Elain had to fight the instinct to snarl.

"Lady Elain," Lucien drawled, lounging in his seat. "Are you enjoying your evening?"

Elain dipped a polite curtsey before meeting his burning gaze. "My lord, I believe you promised me the next dance."

For a long moment, they held each others stare as she waited to see if he would play along with her game or reject her. Lucien's head cocked to the side, studying her like an interesting insect and she felt her cheeks begin to burn with humiliation. He was going to say no. Why shouldn't he? She'd humiliated him all those years ago, turn about was fair play.

Just as she prepared to slink away in shame, Lucien grinned. "So I did."

Elain's relief was profound but short lived as he raised the hands of each female on either side of him to his lips and gave them a kiss. "Forgive me, cherie. It seems I have other obligations."

With a wink and a charming smile at the other ladies around him, He gently set aside the one in his lap and rose, stepping down to stand before Elain. Holding out his hand, he bowed slightly as the final chords of the song playing ended and the dancers prepared for the next. "My lady."

There was a hard edge to the words that let her know exactly how pleased he was with her interruption of his evening's entertainment but he was far too polite to ought but acquiesce to a lady's request.

Laying her hand in his, she allowed him to lead her to the dance floor and was further humiliated to realize the next dance was one of the more sensual variety that required partners to move in wholly indecent holds and patterns. A lover's dance. But there was nothing for it now.

She gasped slightly when Lucien's warm hand slid around her waist and pulled her against him, his thumb brushing over the skin of her exposed back. She could feel the muscles of his arm beneath the soft fabric of his shirt as he hand came to rest on his bicep. Her body was pressed fully against his torso and, when they took their first step, his thigh pressed between hers, rubbing against her with each movement.

The hand holding hers gripped it tightly as fire sparked in his eyes but his steps were flawless as he led her through the dance executing perfect dips and turns and lifts, their bodies brushing together all the while until he was breathless and on fire.

When the music came to an end, he hauled her against him for the final pose with one of her legs wrapped around his hip as he leaned back so only the toe of her shoe was on the ground and he was fully supporting her against him, their nose less than an inch apart.

A wave of desire clouded her senses as his spicy, warm scent enveloped her and his lips feathers over her cheek as he brought them to her ear. "Don't ever, ask me to do that again," he hissed before setting her on her feet and turning away with a curt bow.

Elain stood int he middle of the dance floor, stunned and breathless she watched him stalk out of the ballroom.

#ask box #elucien #lucien x elain #elain x lucien #elain and lucien #lucien and elain

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phobiaoftickles · 10 months

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THIS IS SO SHAMELESS 😍😭 HIIII

ok so you PWOBABLY know who it is (starts with an L.... ends with an iya) but I spy a certain something on your fandoms list 😀😀 this is just a prompt (general, not rlly any specifics 😭) BUTT 🍑 if it is possible could you write some original series lee!Ben with ler!Gwen I'm like I FEEL LIKE A HOBO BEGGAR FOR ASKING BUT TYSM FOR PUTTING UP W ME (I'm @trrickytickle )

Gwen the tickler

Second day having this acc and there’s alr a request? You best beilieve I’m going to do this.

Summary: Ben is being a nuisance scaring his cousin using multiple other morphs, little did he know Gwen will get her revenge!!

“Ben!! Get over here right NOW!!!!” Gwen ran after Ben after the last 5 morphs he did, popping out of no where infront of his cousin, acting like a villain, scaring the shit out of her, then morphing back to his regular self, laughing about it. And Gwen had enough.

“Uh, kids? Don’t be too reckless, don’t want you loosing an eye, and explain to your parents on how you managed to lose said eye.” Max just finished baking a batch of cookies, in which Gwen and Ben looked at the burnt cookies in disgust and continued their horse play.

Gwen went another way, in which her cousin didn’t know exsisted, and cut him off, tackling him and taking his braclet off so he won’t try to morph and get out of this very tickly situation.

“D’aw! Damn it, Gwen, can you please let your lil cousin up? For the sake of our friendship??” Ben mustered up the biggest puppy dog eyes, but it turned out to be ineffective, as Gwen didn’t give two shits.

“You’re gonna learn not to mess with me, Benjamin~” Gwen pinned his arms above his head. For someone to beable to morph into these strong monsters, he’s pretty weak. “I know something you’re terrified of the most…”

“And that is?”

“Gwen’s tickle attacks!” Gwen put Ben’s arms in one hand and teased him with the other, wriggling above his armpits.

“No!! GWEN PLEASE DON’T!! I promise I won’t scare you again, you have my woRD!! AHHAHHHHH STOP!! Don’t you dare Gwe-AHAHAHAHAH!! GWEN!!!” Ben screeched as the red head finally descended on his ticklish under arms.

“Sorry, friend, but you need to be taught a lesson on MANNERS!!” She scratched and scritched all on his armpits, going down to his sides, and wrecking them.

“Ahahahahah!! Please, stahahhap! Gwen! Please!” The transformer writhered from side to side, unable to get out of the red head’s grasp, so he decided to panick even more.

“Nope, don’t think I will.” She pushed his shirt up to his ribs, exposing his bare tummy. “Ooo~ this looks really ticklish, Benny, is it ticklish?” She tried it, tracing his stomach with her index finger, swriling around the navel, but not quite dipping in.

“*Snrk* no-NO!! It-It’s not… Gw-Gwen, st-stop, please!” Ben, out of his control, arched his back up towards Gwen’s finger.

“Wow~ look at this cute belly button, just iching for me to swirl my nail in the tiny hole, scratching the walls, and pinching the oustides of it.”

At this point, Ben was already red faced, crying, and panting. He was morbidly ticklish, and he hated it because of how vulnerable he is. Him and Gwen would always get into tickle fights, and he would always end up losing, so this? Not surprised Gwen could pin him down with a flick of her wrist.

“MAX!! UHUHUHUNCLE MAX!!! HEHEHEHELP ME OUT!!! PLEASE!!” To his horror, his uncle was passed out, watching tv, with milk in hand and cookie halfway in his mouth. He was not waking up to anything!

“Too bad Benny, he’s already passed out, good luck next time… or not~” She swriled her finger in, but instead of light tickles, they were rough ones.

“OHOHOW!! GWHEHEHEHN THOSE HUHUHUHUHRT!!!” Ben screeched out.

“Oops, sorry, got a lil carried away, now… where else should I target?” She examined his torso, looking for the next spot and poising her hands on his hips, tapping her fingers.

“No where!! Gwen, quit. It! Please!! Just stop.” The morpher tried to reason with her, doing puppy dog eyes, pleading, but once Gwen gets in a bad mood, there’s no getting out of it, unless SHE’S satisfied.

“Nope, this’ll teach you a lesson.” She scratched his hip indents with her thumbs, and scratched the sides of his hips with the rest of her fingers.

“DAHAHHAHAHAMN!! GWEN PLEASE, I HATE BEING TICKLED!! STOHOHOHOJOP!!!” He writhered side to side, but with his arms bound, and his cousin on his waist, he can’t really do much.

“Duh, that’s why I’m tickling you. This will teach you a lesson, there’s no point in liking being tickled, if you’re not gonna learn anything. Now suffer.” She moved down to his upper knees, squeezing her life out. Boy was she mad.

“GAH!! STOP GWEN!! AHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! I’VE LEHEHEHEHARNED MY LEHEHEHESSON THE MOMENT YOU PIHIHIHINNED ME DOWN!” Ben was kicking his legs, so Gwen moved down to sit right above his knees.

“‘Stop Gwen, just stop, please’ No, I’m not going to, until I’M satisifed! You even lost me a date bc you want to be stupid and morph into one of your globby things, scaring him OFF!!” With the last word, Gwen used her sharp nails to squeeze above his knees instead, and that really got him on his feet.

“AHHHHHHHH…. ST-STAHAHAHAHHA!!—— NO!! GOHOHOD FUHUHUHUC-“ Ben didn’t know what to do, he was getting light headed, had to piss, was about to pass out, and he didn’t know how to make her stop.

“Wow~ this keeps you on your heels, huh? Sucks.” Gwen continued her torment on his knees.

“GEHEHEHEHEHWN PLEASE JUST STOP!! PLEASE!! IHIHUHI GOT TO PISS, MYHYGYHY HEAD HURTS AND I’M GOHOHOHONNA PASS OUT!! STOP!”

“Oop- sucks.” She continued, practically pericing his skin with her sharp nails.

“GWEN!!! FUCKING STOP! I’M SERIOUS!!!” Ben, being angry, mustered up enough strength to push her off.

This shocked her, bc no matter how mad he got he could never push her off like that. “You ok, Ben? I think I went a little overboard, huh?”

“YOU THINK?! A LITTLE?! Gwen, when somebody tells you to stop, no matter why they want you to, if they tell you to STOP, you fucking do it. You don’t continue. God, I’m going to bed.” Ben walked off, wiping his teary eyes from his face.

Gwen sat there in disgust in herself, she really went overbaord today, she’ll apologize when sbe sees her cousin tomorrow.

#tickle content #tickle fic #tickle fluff #tickletorture #ben 10 #ben 10 tickle #ticklish Ben #ler Gwen

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