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Vatic - Chapter XV " Sapphires "

Series Description :The youngest daughter of King Viserys and Queen Alicent grows up split between the two sides of her family. With dreams plaguing her sleep of people she does not know, and a war looming ahead of her. She will be forced to choose between the two sides of her family, between the love for her brother, and the loyalty for her sister.

Chapter Description : A tourney is held in honor of the nameday of Jaehaerys and Jaehaera Targaryen.

A/n : Merry fucking Christmas. hope ya'll enjoy, this chapter kicked my ass

Warnings : Y/n is beginning to have subconscious feelings for Aemond, other than that I don’t think there’s anything, taking glee in someone else's misery ig, tourney violence, absolutely not beta read or edited ( ya'll been waiting close to two months idk )

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

Word Count : 5.9 K

The news had come as they were readying their favors. Maris had a pile of white roses and small purple flowers - that were not even the size of Y/n’s nail on her smallest finger - in front of her, carefully weaving it in preparation for the tourney. Y/n had a pile of red and yellow poppys. Something about the combination just seeming to call to her.

They had almost finished when Septa Jeyne came in. The grey fabric around her face in the style of a septa’s robes did nothing for her round face, but the added on fact that she was red was also not helping her.

“Princess, it is the King.” Was all she had said to begin the conversation. But Y/n only stared at the septa. There were many things about Viserys at this moment. He was losing bits of flesh and digits the longer he seemed to hold onto life. Just a month ago the maesters took his thumb and index finger from his left hand. Y/n, in truth, did not know if that was fact or fiction. She had not seen much of her father. In passing, perhaps. When she went to his chambers because her mother was busy helping to care for him there, but she had not spoken to the King in what felt like ages.

“What of King Viserys?” Y/n had asked, a hint of irritation in her voice.

“The maesters said his eye was infected. They have to cut it out so it-” Septa Jeyne stuttered. Her fondness for the king causing an emotional response. One that even Viserys’ youngest daughter could not muster. Jeyne was struggling to compose herself, wiping away any semblance of tears. “They have to cut it out so the infection does not spread.”

The news had made her light up. But she did her best not to express it. She simply told the septa ‘thank you,’ and bid her farewell, dismissing her from the chambers. But Y/n could see how her calm response unnerved the septa, and even Maris.

But once their favors were finished, Y/n had gone searching for her brother. She’d quickly found him. Aemond Targaryen, sitting in his bedchambers, facing the open balcony. He sat the wooden chair as if it were the Iron throne itself, and he was its King. She could tell even as she approached him from behind.

She had never seen him sit in such a fashion. Most of the time, he’d try to make himself appear small, too afraid of what others thought of him. This was the first she’d seen him sit proudly.

“Father had his eye cut out.” Aemond spoke suddenly, not even turning his head to face her.

She hummed in amusement. And at the same time, she found herself disgusted in her reaction. She despised the man who sired her, and yet, at the very same time, he was her father, and her King. But she did not dwell on that fact for very long.

“I would call it a poetic justice if I did not know no better,” Y/n hummed, coming closer, her hands finding his shoulder without much thought.

Perhaps the gods did listen to prayers. Or they had their own sense of right and wrong. The gods have no mercy, that’s why they’re gods. Perhaps not mercy, but justice. Carried out by the Father upon their very own. Everytime she joined their mother for prayer, it was what she prayed for. For justice for her brother’s disfigurment.

Aemond hummed lowly, turning his head only slightly. But she saw it. Where his eye had once been, where it had been vacant for three years passed, was now something solid. It kept his eyelid structured and opened. Allowing him to blink, even if only slightly, due to the damage done.

It was a rich blue, sparkling in the sunlight. It startled her at first, it was unexpected. She had expected to see only the empty socket when he turned his head.

“You do not need speak like a lady around me, sweet sister.” He began, reaching up for her hand, and guiding her to stand in front of him as he then stood as well.

“Then I shall speak frankly. The King deserves it. For his inaction at Driftmark. His indiscretion at his own son being maimed.” She told him. Her finger reached up, gently touching the lines of his scar, completely absorbed by the mesmirizing glittering of the gem stone.

“What would you have had happen? Would you have been at mother’s side? Plucking the bastard’s eye out as a payment for mine own?” His stare was intense. It wasn’t as sweet as it usually was. It was heavy, it made her feel like she was going to be crushed.

She did not answer at first. She did not believe herself capable of such actions. Y/n was not a cruel girl. She took pride in being kind. She took pride in being the only child of Alicent’s who still kept in contact with her dear sister, Rhaenyra.

“I do not know.” Y/n finally decided on her answer. She was not fully aware of their closeness. Of how their chests were nearly touching, and how his hands were resting on her hips.

“Does it frighten you?”

“Does what frighten me, Brother?” She questioned.

“The sapphire.” He responded simply.

Y/n shook her head. “It’s beautiful.” was her reply. She could not help but stare at it. It was so captivating that it was impossible to look away. “Why a sapphire?”

“You.”

That’s what pulled her attention from the sapphire, now, she stared directly into his lilac eye. “Me?”

She felt the chain around her waist shift, and when she looked down, she was met with Aemond holding it, his thumb running across a square-cut sapphire. One of many on the waist chain that her mother had given to her. It suited many of the dresses she wore.

Aemond did not speak for a moment, both of them looking down at the sapphire of her waist chain. If she did not know better, she would say she could hear his heart hammering against his chest. She could almost see it against his doublet. But she did know better. She knew better enough to assume it was her own.

“You’ve been wearing sapphires. . . They looked beautiful on you. When any other lady of the court wore them, they paled in comparison. They wore them to make themselves appear more beautiful, to appear of a higher status. . . You wear them to compliment your own beauty. They do not make you appear of a higher status. Your own beauty is the sign of your status.”

Y/n was hesitant to look up from where he held her waist chain. She did not know why. All she knew, in truth, was that the smell of dragon, riding leathers, the training yard, and the perfumed oils he put in his hair were surrounding her. It was not overpowering. If anything, it was luring her. A lure she was uncertain of.

But she did look up, and was met with him already staring at her.

“You think me to be beautiful?”

“Every lady in comparison is a failure.” He whispered, letting go of the waist chain, she could sense his hesitancy as he placed his hand on her side, right over her ribcage, under her arm. “You surely have to assist Helaena in readying for the tourney, do you not? Her own babes are turning a year old. The celebration is for her and the twins.”

Y/n gave a small nod, reluctantly pulling away from him, and slowly moving towards the door, pulling it open and taking her leave from his chambers.

The Princess took uncertain footsteps towards Helaena’s bedchambers, which had since moved after Jaehaerys and Jaehaera were born. Once the babes had arrived, she had moved to a room closer to the nursery, which had been unused since baby Joffrey had once lived in the Red Keep.

She could hear ladies speaking as she arrived to the chambers, seeing two nursemaids sat on the stone floor with the babes, a soft blanket under them to protect the twins soft skin from the rough ground. Helaena was sat at a vanity in front of a window, allowing the bright sunlight in, and in the reflection of the small mirror atop the vanity, Y/n could see the sun illuminating her hair in such a way that it looked like molten silver cascading over her head and shoulders. Her violet eyes even brighter, and her skin glowing. She looked closer to a goddess than a woman.

A few handmaidens were fussing over what do with Helaena’s hair, but Alicent was off to the corner of the room with Maris, speaking to her as if the two were close friends.

What pressure was put upon Helaena was unimaginable to Y/n. The pressure of knowing her only duty in this world was to produce and heir for Aegon. Though, Y/n did not know why. Aegon would not be King. Rhaenyra would take the throne after Viserys’ passed.

“It does not feel right.” She heard her mother’s hushed voice. She was holding a handkerchief up to her face, a way to cover any insecurity of her facial expressions. She spent enough time around her mother to know what she did it for.

Hesitantly, she approached the ladies. Maris was the first to notice her, giving her a kind smile. “Good morrow, Princess.” Maris spoke, reaching an arm out to take Y/n’s hand and pull her into the conversation of the two women.

“Lady Maris.” She greeted warmly, taking the older girl’s hand, squeezing it twice as she was pulled in. “What does not feel right, Mother?” She asked curiously, looking at Alicent.

“Your father just had his eye cut out.” Alicent informed. “It does not feel right to celebrate when he is in such a condition.”

The Princess tilted her head and looked to Helaena who only continued to look out the window. he sun tha filtered its way through the glass illuminated her eyes. They looked like pale amethysts.

“No.” Y/n muttered, looking back to her mother. “We should continue on. There’s no need to worry the people about their king. Surely rumors would fly if it were to be called off.”

Alicent look at her youngest daughter without moving her head. A perturbed look upon her face, and she gave a half nod. “Yes. . . That’s what the Hand of the King said as well.”

The young princess gave a small hum in response, uncertain of what to say. She was aware that while her mother held love for Otto Hightower, she did not seem to enjoy certain aspects of him, one always seemed to be the choices he made for their reputation to the common folk. And now, her mother was eyeing her as though she had said something similar to whatever Aegon would say in such a situation.

Y/n stepped away, and instead walked over to Helaena, placing a hand in front of her sister on the table to alert the elder girl of her presence close to her. Helaena did not enjoy being touched, and Y/n would sooner go great lengths to grab Helaena’s attention than to make her uncomfortable.

It seemed to do well enough. Helaena turned her head to gaze at Y/n. It was as if the very second she realized it was her, her face seemed to relax, and yet. . . Y/n knew that something was troubling her elder sister.

“Sweet sister, whatever are you thinking about?” She questioned softly, looking to the handmaids and reaching a hand out to take the boar bristle hair brush from them. Once the polished wood of the handle had been placed in her hand, she stepped behind Helaena, gently brushing her hair out, attempting to make it shine like it always did for Y/n and their mother.

“Threads.” was Helaena’s cryptic answer. Though, Y/n wasn’t really sure if Helaena was truly answering her, or murmuring to herself again.

“I can see them.” She said as the handmaids walked away, and as Alicent and Lady Maris continued their discussions, and the nurse maids played with the twins on the floor behind them.

“Threads? Of what, sister?”

“Banners.” Helaena turned her head slightly, peering at Y/n through the corner of her eye. “Black and red. . . Grey, white, green. torn. Threads interlocking. Black and green.”

Y/n nodded along, listening to her sister’s words, beginning to get the silver strands of hair to stay put and shine like molten steel of a yet to be forged sword. The silver of their jewelry, of silver. She found it to be interesting. The things Helaena said seemed to typically come to fruition.

He’ll have to close an eye.

“What else?” Y/n asked curiously, but Helaena instead turned back, unanswering. “Was that all in the dream?”

Helaena shook her head but did not reply. Y/n only nodded and finished with Helaena’s hair, choosing to drop the conversation. Whatever it was that Helaena was choosing not to share, it must have made her uncomfortable. Or she did not know how to express it.

“You do look beautiful, sister.” Y/n told her, running her fingers through Helaena’s hair before stepping to the side to look at her sister’s face.

“She does,” Their mother agreed, coming up next to them and placing a hand on Helaena’s shoulder, to wich the older girl flinched. making a quiet ‘mmh’ noise of discomfort. “Well, I do suppose we should head to the tourney grounds. It is improper to keep them waiting.”

Helaena stood from her chair, and as she did, the two nurse maids stood with the twins in their arms from their prior place on the ground. “May I take Jaehaerys?” Y/n questioned. It was a bold question. A sudden one. She had never held either of the twins prior, half the time she could not look at them, knowing what Aegon had done.

Though, she did not await an answer as she approached the nurse maid holding the small babe with her arms already reaching out to take him.

“Yes, Princess.” the nurse maid spoke as she handed the silver haired babe over to her. The little boy had a light spirit, and his giggles sounded like what the heavens must have sounded like. Holding him was comfortable. The feeling of his head coming to rest on her shoulder made her almost melt. He and Jaehaera must have been the sweetest and most innocent ones in their family.

Y/n leaned her head against Jaehaerys as Maris went to take Jaehaera from her nurse maid. “Surely you can allow the nursemaids to watch the babes?” Alicent suggested.

Y/n only shrugged. “The tourney is a celebration of their name day. I only wish for them to be seen instead of hidden in the back with the maids.” She informed her mother. Frequently, the twins were hidden in the back of every function unless they were right by Helaena’s side. Y/n knew the reason. Their mother’s guilt ate at her freely and unapologetically. And although Y/n also struggled to sometimes look at the babes and even her sweet sister, she knew that the children nor Helaena were to blame for how they came into the world. It was Aegon’s lust a cruelty.

Maris had told her much about the truth of her brother. She had always been keenly aware of his unsavory nature, just not the true extent of it until Maris had taken it upon herself. It was the reason why Y/n seemed to be so apprehensive of the men of the court. What if they were just like him? What if she met the same fate as Helaena? Or their mother?

Finding their ways to the tourney grounds did not take much effort, and as they found their seats, a handmaiden gave them their favors that they had all made.

Helaena’s was gorgeous. Pale purple flowers and pale greenery. Light and gentle. Maris sat between Helaena and Y/n, leaving seats for Aemond and Aegon on either side of them. And not long after, the Hand of the King took his seat beside his daughter, and others found themselves within the royal box seats. Aegon finding his drunken way to sit beside Helaena, and Aemond coming to sit next to Y/n, his eyepatch covering the new sapphire.

Y/n could smell Aegon from her seat. A strong yet cheap ale. Certainly not the wine frequently imported from the southernmost parts of the reach that were served during every meal. However, ever since Aegon proved himself incapable of self control, their mother limited their intake. Only two cups a day at the most. A bottle was never to be handed to any of them, save for Aegon. The letcher would throw a fit as though he were no older than his own children if the maids or stewards refused his advances for a full bottle of wine or something even stronger.

“Nykeā vaoreznon?”A favor? Aemond whispered to her, leaning his head towards her, and in response, Jaehaerys leaned over to Aemond, placing a hand on the green fabric of his sleeve, palming it, and scratching at the seams.

As he spoke, he had also reached out to take the favor from her hands. And once he had it, he examined the flowers she had chosen for it. Typically, they could have favors made by the handmaidens, or maids, but Maris and Y/n had chosen to make them themselves.

“Muñnykeā jeldan syt ziry.” Mother wished for it.

She let Aemond continue to examine it, flipping it upside down, his fingers running across the stems of flowers that had been woven together as best as Y/n’s untrained nimble fingers could. She was better at needle work it would seem.

“Skoro syt?” Why? The question he posed seemed foolish to her. But it was not a side of life he was ever truly exposed to. He could know every little thing about the ancient legends of Yi Ti, or how to wield a sword, but not know the very intricate process of a high standing family attempting to marry a daughter off in the hopes of strengthening the bonds between houses and the things they did to make that daughter appear more attractive to suitors.

“Vali hen eglie lenton issi kesīr tubī.” Men of high houses are here today. Some were of course already married, some too intimidated to approach her, some who knew better than to approach, and then there would be the few that had the confidence to do so.

Aemond went quiet and the favor remained in his hands and Jaehaerys wiggled within her arms, making noises of discomfort before finally settling down and leaning back in her chest, the back of his head resting on her arm as she sat.

“Ao kostagon va moriot vestragon daor-” You could always say no-. Aemond had begun to say. However, Alicent leaned forward from behind them in her own seat, her head appearing between their own. It came mostly as a flash of red hair in Y/n’s periphery, but when she turned to look, their mother had already begun speaking.

“I have told you both many times that it is disrespectful to speak in a language the others around you do not understand. If either of you do it again I will have one of you switch seats with Aegon.”

It was a hefty threat. No one wished to sit next to the stench that reaked fromAegon. And no one wished to sit in a seat he had previously sat in.

“Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, Mother.” Both Y/n and Aemond agreed. And with that Alicent leaned back in her own seat, and resumed her own conversation with their grandsire.

Y/n however, kept her head in that position, sharing a glance with Aemond. The Princess found herself staring more so than just glancing at her brother. His one eye seemed to hold such gentleness for her. It had become such a rare sight to see from him. Whenever she saw him from across a large room, or across a courtyard, or even at their own dining table, his eye was cold, holding something back wherever he went. And everyone, particularly the ladies of court, seemed uncomfortable with his disfigurement. Grown lords and knights seemed to be disturbed by it. In truth, Y/n felt as though she was the only one who did not see him any differently than he once was. And whenever he looked at her? She would see his gaze soften.

Y/n did not know how long she had looked at Aemond before a horn was blown from down below in the arena. A man stood down below. “For our first round! Ser Arthur of house Redwyne!” At that, there was applause, and out came riding the knight from the left, his armor a deep steel color, his lance the colors of his house.

“And his opponent! Ser Edwell Celtigar!” And from the right, came riding Celtigar. Crabs engraved onto the vambraces of his armor. “As always, if you are to strike your opponent or their horse, you will be disqualified! To gain points, you must attempt to knock your opponent off their horse! As always, good luck, and may the best knight win!”

A roar of cheering erupted in the stands from both across and to the sides of the royal box as the two men then galloped to opposite ends of the barrier in the dirt. But in all, as the tourney commenced, she found it to be a concerning form of entertainment. She had been to tourneys before, but had never truly been paying attention. Usually sitting with her mother, and playing unnoticeable games with Aemond, or if Rhaenyra had been there? She’d be chatting up a storm with her elder sister.

She’d heard the rumors once. How Daemon Targaryen had once gone toe to toe with Gwayne Hightower. Both men were her uncles. However, according to the rumors, Daemon had targeted Gwayne’s horse. Attempting to pick up a cheap victory.

Rounds after rounds came and went, Y/n had sat there long enough for the wet nurses to come and take the twins from her and Maris and quickly take their leave to feed them in the privacy of the Red Keep.

Ser Edwell had lost against Celtigar, and Celtigar had made it through plenty of rounds against many other men. He bested a Clegane and a Mormont back to back. And eventually, when Brandon Tarly, Maris’ elder brother galloped into the arena, he came up to the box, lifting his helm off of his head. “Sister,” He greeted Maris.

The Tarly girl had a bright smile come to her lips. “Brother! You did not say you would be here.”

“I only arrived this morning.” He shrugged slightly before giving his attention behind them. “My deepest gratitude to you, my Queen, for hosting me.”

“Of course, Ser Brandon. We are fond of your sister, Lady Maris. I would be beside myself if I were to turn away her brother. I wish you the best of luck.” Alicent responded from behind Y/n.

Brandon nodded, and looked to Maris once more. “I am always of the belief that luck given from family is stronger than that of a stranger. Sister, if you would give me your favor?” He gestured to the favor Maris was holding.

Maris got up from her seat and approached him, placing the garland favor onto his lance. allowing it to fall to the flared base of it where it sat. “I do wish you the best of luck, Brother. Make father proud.”

Ser Brandon gave a curt nod and lowered his helm before going to his position for the round.

“Lady Maris, how long has it been since you’ve seen your brother?” Alicent questioned, leaning down to speak to the girl. “If I recall correctly, You’ve been here since Y/n was nine. She’s nearly one and three now.”

Maris had turned her body to face Alicent. “Yes, your Grace. It has been that long. I write to my family often. We send each other gifts.”

Y/n’s mother hummed, and with that Maris turned back to the arena below, watching in time as Ser Brandon beat Ser Edwell.

“You do not have to give your favor to anyone.” Aemond murmured beside her, having leaned close in order for no one else to hear. Y/n shook her head in response. He had made his protest to such actions to gain suitors known. Any time she was walking through the gardens with a potential suitor with Alicent and Ser Criston not far away in order to supervise, she knew Aemond was never far either. She’d always catch his piercing gaze focused on whatever potential suitor she was speaking to. Sly comments in High Valyrian always made when they were in private, or looks of disinterest whenever she spoke of one of them.

He was always her fearless protector. Ever so cautious of a stranger coming near her. And yet, it would seem he went green with envy every time a suitor came near her, She had seen him enough times and heard his comments enough times to know it was envy.

Aemond Targaryen forever jealous of Y/n’s suitors.

“I will do as I must.” She replied.

There was a moment of silence. “If I were in a tourney and I asked for your favor, would you give it to me?”

Y/n stopped breathing. And slowly, she turned her head to look at him, but stopped when she could feel his breath on her skin from his closeness, and could practically feel his nose against her cheek.

She didn’t think before she spoke. But the answer that she whispered to him was the truth. Her own truth. “I would give you my favor,” Y/n leaned back only slightly so she could look at him. “And whatever else you asked from me.”

Within their own bubble, just as brother and sister, they were in silence. Typically, silence made Y/n uncomfortable. It was always a sign of tension within the family, or Theobrand was disappointed in her for something. But it was always different with Aemond. She could live in his silent presence for eternity and be at peace.

She did not know what had happened, only that she felt Maris from beside her, nudge her arm.

Y/n looked away from Aemond suddenly, and towards the arena only to see Ser Raymond down below at the railing of the royal booth.

“Princess,” He greeted. His helm was up and he gave her a warm grin. His armor was intricately made. With lions scattered around on the steel in a complicated yet beautiful mosaic, and it had been painted in the engravings. With red filling every lion, and white within the scattered engravings.

Armor fit for royalty. She did not want to imagine how much it had cost House Reyne.

“Ser.” She greeted in return, giving a small nod and apprehensive smile.

Maris nudged Y/n again, and as though it were instinct, the princess stood up and approached the railing, looking down at the knight of House Reyne below her.

“I wanted to ask, Princess. Would do me and my house the honor of your favor.” He questioned. His voice was far softer than it often was in the few times they had spoken at court. He had always appeared to be kind, but the princess knew better than to make assumptions of people when they’d had very few encounters.

He was older than her. He was an eldest son, a knight, and she would be lying if she said she did not think he was handsome. Her mother and grandsire wanted her to find an appropriate suitor. He seemed. . . perfectly acceptable.

Y/n turned briefly to grab her favor from Aemond who still had it in his hands, and as she turned back around, she watched as Ser Raymond lifted his lance for her to place the favor. Y/n placed it over it and let go, watching as it fell down the lance down to the flared base, a petal falling off as it landed.

“I wish you luck. . .” She told him, and hesitantly gave another smile to him. “Ser.”

As Y/n sat back down she could see Maris smiling from beside her, and could hear her mother and grandsire speaking in hushed whispers. She need not ask what they were speaking on. Y/n already knew.

All the while, she felt Aemond’s heavy gaze on her.

Y/n could not truly concentrate. She was aware that a few rounds had passed before Ser Raymond had requested her favor, and that he was now going against Maris’ brother. But she did not truly know what had happened.

“Where are we?” Y/n leaned to Maris and asked. “In the tourney?” She asked a second question to not sound as though she was going mad.

“Only two more rounds. Whoever defeats the last person in the last round is the winner.” Maris reminded.

“Right,”

As Y/n looked back to the men in front of them, Ser Raymond had knocked Ser Brandon from his horse, shattering the shield he had.

There were gasps being echoed through the arena, men and women alike standing up to get a better look at whatever damage had been done. Maris was one of them, standing so quickly that Y/n was convinced she’d go falling over the edge of the railing. But Maris stood cautiously at the railing, and Y/n joined her, grabbing her hand to offer the older girl comfort.

Ser Brandon was laid flat on the dirt ground, clutching his side. His helm yards away from him, knocked off in the fall to the hard ground.

Ser Raymond’s horse trotted up to Ser Brandon, and Raymond slid himself off of the horse., ripping his own helm off and coming to Brandon’s aide, kneeling down beside him, a hand on his armored chest, and the other on his shoulder.

After a few moments of stewards and the maester running to Ser Brandon’s side, a young steward boy and Ser Raymond assisted Brandon in getting up onto his feet.

“Is he alright!?” Maris shouted over, clutching the stone of her necklace.

No answer came

“Is my brother okay!?” She shouted once more.

“He’s alright, M’lady!” The steward yelled back. “Just got the wind knocked out of him!”

Maris exhaled a sigh of relief, and they both stood and watched as they assisted Ser Brandon away. Maris released Y/n’s hand and rushed for the exit of the booth, no doubt to reach Brandon quicker.

Y/n almost went to follow, however, Ser Raymond called out her name from below, and when she looked down, he was standing right below, looking up at her.

“I apologize that you had to see such a thing, Princess.” He called up.

She shook her head. “It has always been a fact of tourneys, Ser. You need not apologize to me. But perhaps to the sister of the knight you knocked off of his horse. You’ve given her quite the fright.”

Raymond’s face dropped a little and he nodded. “I suppose you are right. Tourneys are not peaceful events. I shall do as you say, Princess, and offer my apologies to Ser Brandon Tarly and his sister, Lady Maris once the tourney is over.”

Y/n watched him for a moment as he then returned to his horse, and got back into the position for the next round.

“Ser Roose of house Rysewell!” A man announced, and out came a man in dark steel armor.

Y/n sat back down next to Aemond and a now empty seat. Her attention was glued to Ser Raymond as the final round began.

She watched as the two ran back and forth on the backs of their horses, attempting to hit the other with their lance, and after many attempts, Ser Raymond had hit Ser Roose, knocking him off of his horse as he had for Ser Brandon, but both the horse and Roose fell to the ground, and while the horse quickly stood up from the ground within a second, it took a few more for Roose to get up onto his feet again.

The crowd erupted into cheers, realizing that Ser Raymond had won the tourney. Lords and ladies alike celebrated and shouted from the stands as he sat on the back of his horse, holding the reins to keep the horse still. He pulled his helm off once more and looked around the crowd, a bright smile coming to grace his features.

“Princess!” He announced over the crowd, turning the horse to look at the booth she was in, and making eye contact with her from down below. “If I may ask for you to come down into the arena?”

Y/n felt all eyes on her, and she felt Aemond’s hand grasp her own all of a sudden in a tight grip. She turned to look behind her, where her mother was sat on the edge of her seat, contrary to only a moment ago when she was lounged back.

Alicent nodded, and Y/n’s grandsire gestured towards the exit of the booth. As she stood, it felt as though all of the blood in her body had gone cold as began to walk towards the exit, and Aemond’s hand slipped out of her’s. Ser Criston was hot on her heels, quick to guide her down to the arena.

As Criston led her down the stairs and to the door underneath the booth, and once opened, Ser Raymond hopped down from the horse. “Princess,” He greeted warmly, bowing to her as she approached him, and before she could process what he was doing, he had grabbed her hand, and pressed a gentle kiss to her knuckles.

“I’m afraid your favor did not withstand the test of a tourney. However, it seemed to have served me well.” He told her as he stood back at his full height, his hand still holding her own as he spoke.

“I’m glad for that, Ser. You have shown yourself to be an honorable fighter, and capable of being the victor fairly.”

Ser Raymond then looked to his left and gestured to someone. She could not look at him or whoever he had gestured to in that moment, she instead looked back up at the booth. Aemond was leaning forward, putting most of his weight into his hand that was rested on his knee, intently watching what was unfolding in front of him, Helaena’s head was tilted with piqued curiosity, Aegon didn’t seem to in as much of a drunken stupor and was also watching.

Her mother, and grandsire were watching. Otto was whispering to Alicent, though he seemed pleased, and Alicent. . . Well, her mother was hardly ever difficult to read. But in this moment, she was impossible. Every other microsecond, and it would seem as though her mother’s face went from pride and joy, to fear and guilt.

“Princess Y/n,” Raymond spoke, taking his hand from her’s. She looked back towards him, and noticed a man handing over a laurel of delicate white flowers and small red ones every here and there over to Ser Raymond. “I had this made by my sister in the case that I won. Specifically for you.” He then looked out to the crowd. and bellowed;

“I, Ser Raymond of House Reyne, The victor of this tourney, wish to dedicate my victory to the Princess Y/n, and crown Princess Y/n of house Targaryen, as the queen of love and beauty!”

There was cheering once more, and Ser Raymond gently lowered the laurel onto her head.

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Please Mr. Ghostface! Don't Kill Me! - E.N

Summary: Your boyfriend Edward dresses up as Stu Macher's Ghostface for Halloween and you dress up as Tatum. You did it because they were a couple in the movie and you both love Scream. You both thought it would be funny and cute. When kids would try and get candy from you, Edward would pretend to kill you. It would be hilarious. But, you didn't plan on your boyfriend looking so hot dressed up as Stu. And when he wore the mask... (This is season 1 Ed btw hehe...didn't expect me to make him in a smut or kinky huh? THINK AGAIN!)

MDNI PLEASE OH MY GOD ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. 18+!!!!!

Content Warning: Slight mask kink, bondage, smut, spitting, sexual tension the ENTIRE time, fake knife play, choking, yelling, fake threats (for roleplay), degrading, vulnerable!Edward, dom!Edward, Edward gets REALLY into character (theater kid ass), penetration, foreplay, absolutely FILTHY dirty talk, protective!Edward, sub!Reader, reader acts like a 'bimbo' when pretending to be her costume character, roleplaying of ghostface and final girl trope, rough sex, REALISTIC aftercare (ya'll write aftercare as another smut like wtf?). THIS IS SO FILTHY HELP ME I NEED HOLY WATER AFTER THIS.

Word Count: 7,919 (below cut)

Songs for Inspiration:

Stargirl Interlude - The Weeknd, Lana Del Rey (mother) (inspo for whole fic)

Freak Show - Punkinloveee (inspo for whole fic)

ecstasy (slowed) - SUICIDAL-IDOL (inspo for smut scene)

LET ME SEE YA MOVE! - Lumi Athena (inspo for smut scene)

IN MY MOUTH - Black Dresses (inspo for smut scene)

Final Girl - Graveyardguy, Slayyyter (inspo for writing whole fic)

Serial Killer - Lana Del Rey (unreleased) (inspo for aftercare)

Custer - Slipknot (inspo for smut scene)

READ BELOW CUT

It was finally the most wonderful time of the year...

No, not Christmas. Halloween! To y/n and Edward, that was their favorite holiday. A day where you could dress up as characters and get candy for free? Hell yeah. However, this year y/n and Edward decided to stay at his apartment and give out candy to the kids in the apartment building. But, that didn't stop them from making a couples costume.

"Come on Ed! Put your costume on! We need to get to Jim's for the Halloween party! Then we need to be back in time to give candy out!" Y/n said.

Edward walked out of their bedroom wearing a pair of jeans, a cream colored sweater with a silver chain necklace, and a red robe with black trim. His hair was disheveled, unlike his usual gelled back style. He used some of y/n's eyeshadow to make it look like he had bruises on his face and even used face blood to splatter lightly on the sweater and smudged some on his lips too. He looked like he got the shit beat out of him.

"Woah, you look just like he did in the movie! Good job!" Y/n applauded.

"You look good too! Very 'final girl' like." He added.

Y/n wore a different outfit than Tatum did in the movie. Because that outfit sure was.....a statement. But she did wear a plaid red skirt in hopes that people would recognize who she was. She also wore a white button up shirt that she borrowed from Edward. She buttoned up half of it and tied the bottom half in to a knot. She looked very much like a final girl.

"You sure you won't get cold?" He asked, genuinely worried.

"I'll be fine Ed, promise! But I'll bring a jacket just in case!" Y/n reassured.

Truth be told, Edward was a little nervous about her wearing such a revealing outfit around the heathens from work. Granted not everyone was there because some people still had to work, but he knew a few people that we're going to be there. And a lot of them were creeps. But, he wanted y/n to have fun with the couples outfit. He would just make sure no one tried anything.

"You ready to go hun?" He asked.

"Yep! Let's do this thing! We're gonna be the best couple there."

"Hun, we're the only couple at our work. No one else is dating anyone else at work."

"Then the odds of us being the cuter couple are even higher!"

The two of them laughed as the left the apartment, Ed making sure he grabbed the ghostface mask and the fake knife before they left. Y/n locked the door behind them and headed outside to drive over to Jim's.

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"I'm so glad you agreed to do this outfit idea with me." Y/n said.

"Of course, you know I love the Scream movies. Stu Macher was the best ghostface hands down."

"Obviously. No debate about that." Y/n giggled as she knocked on Jim Gordon's door.

Y/n made sure that she wasn't revealing too much skin while they waited. Unsure of if she did a good job, she turned to Edward and got his attention.

"Hey Ed, am I showing too much boob?" She asked.

He blushed and chuckled lightly, looking down at her chest. He shook his head. It was supposed to be a revealing outfit, but it wasn't showing too much. As he looked at her, he started to think about how lucky he was to land such a beautiful girl like her.

"No, you look perfect hun."

"Aw, Ed, you always know what to say to make me blush."

The door opened to reveal Jim Gordon who, surprise surprise, was dressed up like a cop. It was honestly funny. Edward laughed and Gordon just smirked, opening the door and allowing them to come in.

"Thanks for coming guys. Nice costumes."

"Thanks Jim, yours is very creative." Y/n joked.

"Hahaha. There's refreshments and snacks in the kitchen. Help yourselves. Everyone is hanging out in the living room." He said as he walked towards the living room.

"Let's go say hi to everyone and flaunt our amazing outfits." Y/n said.

"Alright hun." Edward placed the ghostface mask in y/n's purse so he didn't lose it.

The two of them walked towards the living room, listening to the halloween themed music playing in the background. Jim did a good job at decorating surprisingly. The atmosphere was really nice. Once they entered the living room y/n made a dramatic entrance like always.

"No! Don't kill me!" She fake screamed, as Edward held up his knife in the air.

The people in the room looked towards them. Some of them laughed finding the outfit idea cute and creative. Others just moved on and pretended like nothing happened. However, everyone's eyes were still on y/n. That bothered Edward a lot.

"Nice costumes guys, classic." Harvey said, nodding his head at Edward as a way of saying hi.

He nodded back.

"Good party, right? Boring costumes though." Harvey commented.

"Some of them yeah, but your costume is hilarious Harv." Y/n chuckled.

Harvey decided to wear a very strange costume, especially for someone his age. He wore a unicorn horn and a rainbow tail and wig. Edward muffled a laugh realizing his costume choice.

"Hey, I didn't want to dress like this. I lost a bet with Jim." He frowned, adjusting his horn.

"What bet?" Edward asked.

"Well Jim said you guys would wear a couples costume to the party. I said you wouldn't. Then, he called me a few days ago and said that you guys had already bought your couples costumes. So, this is your guys fault. Now I'm a grumpy unicorn who needs a strong drink."

The two of them burst out laughing. Jim and Harvey liked to make bets that revolved around them a lot, and they didn't mind. They found it funny.

"It's ok Harv! Maybe the power of friendship can help you get through this." Y/n mocked playfully.

"Very funny. I have a horn on, don't test me."

The three of them continued to chat, talking about work, cases, and even horror movies eventually. Edward had moved his hand to wrap around y/n's waist, rubbing his thumb in circles on her hip. He could feel her skin get goosebumps. He loved giving her goosebumps. He would be lying if he said he didn't find her outfit to be cute as hell. Edward didn't like to sexualize his girlfriend a lot, he didn't find sex that important in a relationship and neither did y/n. But, there was something about doing a couples costume that turned him on slightly. Breaking himself out of his thoughts, he looked around the room. His stomach started to rumble. Leaning down to her ear, he whispered.

"Do you wanna get something to eat?" He asked.

She nodded.

"Sorry Harv, we're gonna go get something to eat from the kitchen. Do you want anything?" Ed asked.

"No I'm fine. I've had way too many cookies for my own good tonight." He chuckled.

They nodded and went towards the kitchen. Edward moved his arm to rest around her shoulders as they walked. The two of them could tell that people were still surprised they were dating. More than likely they were more shocked that Edward had landed y/n. But, it happened. And the two of them were completely in love.

"You look good y/n." Ed commented.

Y/n looked up at him and twirled her hair. "Gee, thanks Mr. Ghostface..~" She said in a very seductive tone and giggled after.

Edward felt a blush creep over his cheeks, clearing his throat he leaned over and planted a kiss on the top of her head. Y/n noticed his blush but decided not to comment on it. She would save that information for later.

"Oh look! He got those frosted cookies from the store oh my god I love those things!" She exclaimed before grabbing two of them.

Edward laughed to himself, grabbing a paper cup and filling it with chex mix. That was y/n and his favorite snack. Y/n came back, deciding to put the whole cookie in her mouth, instantly regretting it. The cookies were so good, but too big of a bite made it hard to chew and made it dry.

"Oh no!" He giggled, watching his girlfriend struggle to chew like a dog with peanut butter.

Eventually, y/n was able to eat the whole cookie and took a big swig of Edward's water. She ate the next cookie very slowly. People were dancing to the music and talking in the kitchen. Edward looked down at his watch.

"What time did you wanna go home by?" He asked.

"7 why? Is it almost time?" She asked.

"Yeah like 15 more minutes."

Y/n looked around, seeing that people were already filtering out. She shrugged. If people were leaving then it should be fine for them to go too. Plus, they really wanted to hand out candy to the kids.

"Let's go say bye to Jim."

The two of them walked to the living room. Edward kept an eye out for people looking at y/n. And, of course, people were. He grumbled to himself and held her close to him as they walked. She moaned very softly, but he heard it. He felt his heart race.

"Hey, Jim. We wanted to say thank you for inviting us to your party. It was fun! Harvey's costume was definitely the highlight of the night. But, we have to get back home if we want to hand out candy to the kids." Y/n said.

Jim nodded.

"No problem. Thanks for coming. When you guys come to social events it always makes it more fun. Get home safe you two and I'll see you at work tomorrow. Have a spooooooky night." He chuckled.

The couple said their goodbyes, Jim giving Ed a handshake and giving y/n a hug. Waving to Harvey as well, the two of them left the apartment and headed out to their car. Edward ran a hand through his hair as he pulled his car keys out of his pocket. Unlocking the car, he opened the passenger door for y/n, letting her get in before he got in the drivers seat.

"That was a fun party." Y/n commented as they drove down the street.

"Yeah. Though, I didn't like how everyone was staring at you." He grimaced.

Y/n placed a hand on Edward's knee, giving it a comforting squeeze. He sighed, putting on his blinker as the approached an intersection. The light turned red and the color reflected off of his glasses.

"I know you're beautiful, that's not hard to see. Of course I know people are going to look at you, who wouldn't? And I know you would never cheat on me, you wouldn't even think of it. But still, I get so nervous when people look at you. I've seen what men can do to women while working in Forensics. I've seen the aftermath of...interactions..." He trailed.

"Hey, Eddie! It's ok. You have every right to feel that way. You love me and you don't want anything bad to happen to me. You're an amazing boyfriend. And you know if anyone tries anything I can defend myself. You know I can kick ass." She laughed trying to lighten the mood.

He smirked, nodding.

"Yes, I know darling. You're very strong. But, let's hope you never have to defend yourself. If anyone ever does something to you I'll..."

He sighed deeply, gripping the steering wheel tight until his knuckles turned white. Y/n saw this and rubbed his knee till he relaxed. Edward was not the type of person to get angry, but he was very protective over y/n. Not in an overbearing way, but a loving way. He didn't control her like a puppet. He respected y/n more than that. But, he still felt worried for her safety. Especially in the part of Gotham they lived in. He may be a lanky nerdy forensics examiner, but he wasn't afraid to start a fight over her. Not in the slightest. Yeah he was skinny, but he had enough muscle to kick some ass if need be.

"I love you y/n."

"I love you too Ed. Now, let's go home and watch Hocus Pocus and give candy out to kids."

Edward nodded, moving his right hand from the steering wheel and placing it on y/n's upper thigh for the remainder of the drive. Her skirt had rode up when she sat down which meant Edward's hand was directly on her skin. Goosebumps crawled over her skin and Ed noticed that. He couldn't explain it, but his confidence was boosted that night. He didn't know why, but he liked it. Squeezing her thigh he gave it a very small and soft slap, causing y/n to jump slightly. He knew she was looking at him but he kept his eyes on the road as if it never happened. The two of them have had sex only a few times and it was always vanilla, maybe with a kinky thing here and there. Nothing too extreme. Lately, y/n expressed that she would like to experiment more and he agreed. Perhaps, tonight was one of those nights. This is something they both thought to themselves. Y/n would be lying if she said Edward was bad in bed. He was quite the opposite. She had had boyfriends and girlfriends before, but none of them we're as good in bed as Edward. And none of them did aftercare like he did either. Not only was he an amazing fuck, but he was loving and caring afterwards as well. He was the total package.

The rest of the ride home was quiet, Edward's hand remained firm on her thigh the whole time until they got out of the car. He opened up the car door for her and locked the car behind him. They smiled to themselves as they saw kids walking around the apartment building dressed in costumes. Quickly, they ran to their apartment and got a huge bowl of candy ready.

"Would you mind putting the movie on Ed?" Y/n asked politely as she placed the bowl on a table next to the door.

That table was where they kept their keys, lanyards, and a cute picture of the two of them. They had taken that picture at Gotham Central Park. It was a goofy picture but their favorite. Edward had taken a picture of the two of them on his phone, both of them wearing daisy chains on their heads that y/n had made for them. Both of them had goofy grins on their face. Anyone who came over and saw that picture could easily tell that those two people were deeply in love. You didn't have to be a genius to figure that out. It was crazy to think that they had already been dating for a year.

"Sure thing hun." He replied, setting up the movie.

There was a knocking at the door and y/n squealed in excitement, Edward looked towards her as she opened the door. Three kids and a mother stood behind the door. One of the kids was dressed like a bee, one was a turtle which was adorable, and oddly enough the other kid was dressed like a mailbox.

"TRICK OR TREATTT!" The kids yelled in unison.

Edward chuckled, finding their excitement amusing.

"Wow! Those are some cool costumes! Let's see...a bee, a turtle, and a mailbox?" She asked curiously.

The mom nodded laughing.

"He insisted on being a mailbox. He wouldn't say why."

"Well, he makes a very cute mailbox. Now, does anyone have any allergies to anything?" She asked.

The kids all shook their head except for the one dressed like a bee. They looked up at their mom, as if for encouragement. She nodded, reassuring the child.

"Um, I'm awergic to...milk?" She said.

"No problem. I've got a special candy for you! Hmm...let's see. You two can pick whatever candy you want from this bowl. You can even take two." She winked.

The kids giggled as they grabbed their favorite candies. As they did that, y/n grabbed a bowl that specifically had fruit based candies with no milk. Holding it out she bent down to look at the kid.

"Alright Ms. Bee, you can pick any two of these candies. Which ones are your favorite?" Y/n asked.

Edward watched in admiration as she talked to the kids. He walked over, looking over her shoulder and watched the candies that the kid picked. He smiled.

"Ooo, those are good choices!" He commented.

The kid dressed as a turtle giggled and put the candy in her bag and hugged her moms leg. The kid wasn't embarrassed, just happy that people were being nice about her allergies. The mom looked down at the kids.

"What do you say to the nice people?" She asked.

"Thank youuu!" They squealed in synch.

Edward smiled wide and waved bye to the kids as they walked down the hall. Closing the door, y/n clutched her heart and placed the bowl on the table. She groaned loudly.

"Oh my god! They were so cute!"

"The kid dressed as a mailbox had a lisp that was adorable. I love Halloween so much." He chuckled.

The two of them laughed as they sat down on the couch. They didn't need to worry too much about trick or treaters because there weren't many kids in the apartment. As they watched the movie, occasionally getting up to hand out candy, they cuddled close together. Y/n laid her head on Edward's chest, his arm wrapped around her waist. The two of them could lay like this forever.

"Hey! You haven't worn the mask yet!" Y/n suddenly said.

Edward looked down at her, slightly confused about what she meant. After a second he opened his mouth in an 'o' shape. He stood up from the couch and went to y/n's purse, grabbing the mask from inside it. Walking back over to the couch, he stood in front of y/n and put the mask on. The green light that radiated from the neon sign Edward had in his apartment casted an ominous glow over his body. It highlighted his features and made the shadows look darker. Y/n swallowed a lump in her throat as she looked up at him. He was a very tall man, and when he stood before her as she was sitting down it made her feel small. Her heart was racing like crazy.

"What's your favorite scary movie?" He asked, his voice low and ominous. Y/n forgot that when he talked softly, his voice got deeper and more gravelly. It was hot.

"Shit..." She trailed off.

Edward chuckled to himself behind the mask, moving closer to y/n. He could see that her face was a soft red and she was fidgeting with her hands. He reached down, placing his finger under her chin and tilted it up, making eye contact with her.

"What's wrong, hun?" He asked.

"Nothing, it's just...you looked hot earlier dressed like Stu. And, you look hot with the mask too. I just...you're getting me all flustered." She said breathily.

The movie played quietly in the background, the lights from the screen creating a bright outline behind Edward's body. He looked like he had an aura glowing around him. Y/n clenched her thighs together, gripping the sofa softly. Edward felt his heart race, an insane boost of adrenaline and confidence pumping through his veins. He looked into her eyes and could tell how she felt. He felt the same way. He was unsure of how to proceed, even though he knew what they both wanted to do. Edward had slowly begun to find his confidence in the bedroom, and the two of them figured out that Edward loved to take charge during sex. Hell, he even like to take charge outside of sex. He was very dominant, which contradicted his nerdy outward appearance. Walking over to the door, he locked it, turning off the lights as well. The only light in the room was the neon green sign, the tv, and the small lamp on the table. The whole scenario was heart thumping and caused their blood to pump. He walked back in front of her. Wanting to get permission before he did anything, he tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.

"Do you want to do this, darling?" He asked, his voice low yet caring.

She nodded, unable to speak. The breathtaking sight that was her boyfriend stood before her, rendering her speechless. She couldn't even fathom how someone could be so nerdy, sweet, and goofy but so hot, intimidating, and gut-wrenchingly beautiful all at once.

"I need you to say it. Say you want this. Or else I won't do anything."

Y/n's heart was practically beating out of her chest. Her whole body grew hot and a knot formed in her stomach. She swallowed, her throat suddenly becoming dry.

"Y-yes, I want this." She managed to spit out.

"Costumes on?" He asked.

She nodded.

"Good." He said.

Hastily, he reached down and grabbed her by her thighs, hoisting her up and wrapping her legs around his waist. Carrying her over to their bedroom, he dropped her on their bed. She squirmed around, propping herself up on her elbows, watching Edward stare down at her from behind the mask. Her skirt had rode up and was showing a sliver of her panties underneath. Edward shuddered, feeling his dick twitch under his pants. The two of them had always wanted to try roleplay, but they were never sure what to do. Now they knew. And holy fuck were they going to have fun.

"Don't move." He ordered, walking out of the room.

Y/n was breathing heavily, anxiously awaiting what was going to happen. She was curious about how Edward would roleplay as Stu/Ghostface. However, she knew exactly how she was going to act. And she knew that it would drive him insane. They know both of each other's turn ons. And they were going to sinfully indulge themselves tonight. After a minute, Edward came back. Y/n's eyes widened as she saw what he carried. In his hand was the fake knife that he got for the costume, a bunch of zip-ties, and a clean rag. He looked at her, even though he was behind the mask, y/n knew he was making sure it was ok. She nodded. Laying it all out on the nightstand, Edward removed the robe that he wore, showing off the sweater underneath. He rolled the fake bloody sleeves up slightly, displaying the muscles in his forearms. Y/n squirmed in place, the anticipation driving her crazy. She was also excited to see how he would do at roleplay. She knew that he did a lot of theater in high school and college. He did a lot of plays, taking lots of lead roles. This might be more fun than she thought it would be.

"Edward, w-"

"Shut up." He spat, looking down on her.

Y/n's eyes widened and she smirked. Clearing her throat, she figured that the roleplay had officially started. Giggling quietly to herself, she put on her best 'scared final girl' voice.

"You wanna play psycho killer?" She asked, quoting Tatum from the movie.

Edward nodded slowly, flexing his hands that hung by his sides. Y/n got up from her position, crawling over to him on all fours. Once she reached him, she sat down on her knees, looking up at him and batting her eyes innocently. Before she looked up however, she noticed the growing bulge underneath his pants.

"Can I be the helpess victim?" She said, placing her hand on his chest, dragging it down to the beginning of his jeans.

Edward nodded, reaching forward and grabbing her hair roughly. He forced her backwards, her back hitting the mattress. She moaned softly, causing Edward to groan softly behind the mask. Crawling over her, he propped himself up. He used his thumb to pull down on her lower lip. He looked over her facial features, taking in her beauty.

"Let's see...oh please Mr.Ghostface! Don't kill me! I wanna be in the sequel..." She moaned softly.

In a matter of seconds, Edward ripped his mask off, tossing it to the floor. His hand trailed up and wrapped around her throat, maintaining a firm grip but not too hard. He slammed his lips against hers, feeling her melt into the kiss. Y/n loved the mask on him, but she was glad he took it off. It was the only way he could kiss her and the only way she could she his handsome face. Y/n moaned, albeit struggled because of his hand around her throat, into the kiss. Edward groaned, biting her lip softly. Pulling away, he got off the bed, grabbing the fake knife off the nightstand.

"Why shouldn't I kill you? It felt nice having my throat wrapped around your pretty little neck. A little stronger and you'd be dead. Tell me why I shouldn't do it." Edward threatened, pacing back and forth, the makeup that was on his face now smudged which made him look even more sinister and bruised. The fake blood was smeared on his face and splattered. He looked so fucking hot. Y/n decided to play into the whole 'bimbo slut' stereotype in horror movies.

"I'll do anything you want Mr.Ghostface! Anything! Please don't kill me sir!" She pleaded, propped on her elbows.

Edward looked down at her, he was enjoying the roleplay a lot. It was fun. And they had a safeword in case things got too intense, they created it a few months ago. But, he doubted they would use it. He could tell they were both having fun. He could tell what role she was playing into. And he loved it. Very cliche and perfect for the scenario. Deciding to go along with it he scoffed, looking at how her legs were slightly spread allowing him to see under her skirt, cleavage heavily showing, and her lacey bra showing under the white fabric.

"Anything? Like what?" He chuckled, already knowing the answer.

Y/n slowly spread her legs even more, her panties in full view to him at this point. Even though they were roleplaying, Edward broke character for a split second at the sight. The fabric of her underwear was completely soaked through, the dark spot evident. He let out a soft moan.

"Well, the question is what do you want to do to me Mr.Ghostface...?" She whispered seductively.

Edward removed his sweater, the silver chain remaining around his neck, the cold material resting on his collarbones. Y/n licked her lips at the sight of his bare toned chest. He was skinny but still had a good tone.

"Is that what you are? A slut? Willing to give your body up to a person about to kill you? All in hopes that it'll save your skin.." He mocked.

Y/n nodded, looking up at him.

"Let's see if you're a good enough fuck. Then I'll decide if you get to live or not." He spat, motioning for her to come towards him.

She crawled slowly over towards him, her breasts practically falling out of her shirt. Edward reached behind him, grabbing a chair that was at y/n's vanity. He sat down, legs spread wide and his glasses glinting in the green light. Reaching forward he grabbed her neck.

"You better hope I enjoy this. Or else I'll gut you like a fish." He threatened.

Y/n moaned as he released her from his grip. She gasped for air and watched as Edward took off his belt, throwing it on the floor. He slowly unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, his bulge showing more prominent as he sat in the chair. He kept his jeans on. Twirling the knife in his hand, he watched her closely.

"Strip slowly." He ordered.

Y/n quickly started to take her clothes off, but she stopped instantly when Edward raised his voice. His hair disheveled, hanging in his face as he watched her.

"NO! Slowly. This is life or death for you. You'd find it wise to listen to what I say." He stated ominously.

Y/n nodded, slowly unbuttoning her top. Edward watched hungrily as more and more of her skin was revealed to him. He groaned as her shirt fell off her body, leaving her in her lacey black bra and skirt. Leaning down, she started to take her skirt off, but Edward held up his hand.

"No. Keep it on. Lay back on the bed. Now."

Without a second wasted, y/n laid back on the bed propped up on her elbows so she could see Edward. He let his jeans fall to the floor, leaving him in only the silver chain, his boxers, and the bracelets on his left and right wrist. He looked heavenly. He grabbed a zip-tie and crawled on top of y/n straddling her. He looked down at her, the glint in his glasses hiding the lustful look behind his eyes. Though, if y/n saw it she would surely have moaned.

"You like this, huh? You wanna be tied up and fucked by me. Your just a girl with a filthy mind. Sick fantasies in your head. I bet you're soaking wet right now." He mocked.

Reaching his hand down, he went between her skirt and rubbed two fingers across her panties. He was right. She was absolutely soaked. He smirked and leaned down, kissing her deeply as he slipped his fingers underneath her panties. He muffled her moan with a kiss as he circled her clit with his thumb. Her body jerked upwards but the weight of him on top of her prevented her. He pulled away from the kiss, the fake blood from his lips now smudged onto her own lips.

"You're a filthy slut. Admit it. You're dripping wet from me threatening to hurt you."

Y/n moaned, the feeling of his hand down there causing her to become speechless. All that left her throat was small moans and groans. Edward's eyes narrowed, he grimaced, upset that she wasn't answering him. He was in charge and she knew it. So she needed to act like it. He pinched her clit roughly, causing her to shriek and whine.

"Answer me when I speak to you!" He ordered.

"Y-Yes! You're right! I'm a s-slut. Please don't do that again." She moaned.

"Then don't give me a reason to. Give me your hands now."

Doing as he said, she watched as he zip-tied her wrists together. She felt her heart race as he flipped her skirt up. He groaned at the sight, leaning down and hooking his thumbs under the fabric. Slowly he pulled them down, tossing them across the room when they were fully off. He sighed and blew lightly between her legs. She whimpered and moaned.

"Oh E-Edward..."

He smirked, deciding to try something funny. Leaning forward, he looked her in the eyes as he circled her clit with his fingers. He pressed kisses against her neck, leading up to her ear.

"Who the fuck is Edward?" He whispered in her ear.

She smirked.

"My boyfriend."

"Mhm. And how good does he fuck you?" He asked, having fun with this.

"S-so good...fuck. He's so good at f-fucking me!" She moaned.

Without any warning he shoved a finger inside of her, curling it once it was fully in. A shrill squeal left y/n's lips causing Edward to smirk as he watched her below him.

"Oh yeah? You guys ever try anything rough? Anything kinky?" He asked, obviously enjoying this.

"N-No, but he mentioned he wanted t-to try...oh god. I'm e-excited to see wh-what he does..."

Edward slid another finger in, spreading his fingers out like a pair of scissors. He quickly moved his free hand to cover her mouth as a loud moan was about to leave her lips. After he muffled the moan, he pulled his hand away and placed it on her neck.

"Well, since you most likely won't be able to see your boyfriend again after this, I guess I'll just have to show you what that would have been like..."

He pulled his fingers out of her and licked them clean. Looking down on y/n he smirked. She had her hands zip-tied above her, her lips were red and plump from the rough kisses he had given her, and her skirt was all twisted and ruffled.

"Sit up. Take them off." He motioned to his boxers.

Even thought her hands were zip-tied, she could still grab things. So, she listened to what he said. Slowly, she tugged his boxers down as she looked him in the eyes. He groaned as his dick sprung out, which she promptly grabbed. Glaring at her, he pushed her back, grabbing her throat and kissing her passionately. His tongue pushed his way into her mouth and when he pulled away a string of saliva connected their tongue until it broke and fell onto y/n's chest.

"You seem to keep forgetting who's in charge here. I didn't say you could touch me. Are you that much of a stupid slut that you forget that I can kill you? Is your mind too caught up in the fact that I'm going to fuck you? Is my dick clouding your common sense? Huh?" He asked sharply, landing a light but firm slap across her face.

Y/n moaned and squirmed underneath him, thrusting her hips up. He could see how desperate and ready she was. It was so fucking hot seeing her so wet and ready for him to fuck her. All tied up and horny. Horny for him. Wanting him.

"Huh? Answer me!" He shouted.

Y/n, still caught up in her feeling of lust just closed her eyes and moaned. Edward grew impatient, grabbing onto her throat again, tighter than usual. Her eyes opened, looking up into his as he stuck his thumb in her mouth, prying open her mouth. He didn't do anything other than look in her mouth. He saw her pretty throat and groaned at the sight.

"You're quite a pretty girl. A dirty slut, but pretty nonetheless. I bet you'll look even better after I ruin you." He growled.

Pulling his thumb out of her mouth he used that hand to grab her legs and wrap them around his waist. Once he did that he flipped her skirt up and made sure his grip on her throat was firm. He looked her in the eyes as he breathed heavily. With one swift thrust he pushed his entire length deep inside of her. Edward moaned at the tight sensation and y/n let out a lewd pornographic moan. She wasn't even playing it up for the roleplay. It just felt that good. Not wasting a single second Edward picked up his pace and rammed into her hips at gut-churning speed. His face was contorted into one of pleasure, eyebrows furrowed, eyes squinted, and mouth agape. The chain around his neck bounced against his chest in rhythm with his thrusts. The sound of skin slapping skin and erotic moans filled the room.

"Fuck! Your boyfriend ever fuck you like this before?" He moaned, holding her neck as he looked down on her.

She shook her head, eyes rolled in the back of her head as she tried to mutter something. Edward nearly melted at the sight. He took his hand off her neck and grabbed her thighs, lifting them up to get a better angle. This drove her crazy and she couldn't stop moaning and panting.

"What was that? I couldn't hear you over the sound of you choking." He mocked, continuing to thrust into her.

"Fu-uck...No! He d-didn't ohh my god! It feels s-so good..." She moaned almost unintelligibly.

Edward smirked, finding this roleplay even hotter by the second. He was plowing into his girlfriend, roleplaying as a final girl and a serial killer, and he was rocking her world. Her face was contorted and he wanted to make her beg for him.

"You want more?" He teased.

She nodded desperately.

"Beg for it. Beg me to fuck you like the slut you are. I know you want to." He spat.

Y/n didn't even miss a heartbeat as he squirmed underneath him.

"Oh god please! I need more! P-Please! Just f-fuck me!" She practically screamed.

Edward picked her up, keeping himself inside her the whole time. He laid on his back, back propped against pillows. Gripping her hips he picked her up and slammed her down harshly on his dick. She let out shriek and placed her hands on his chest for support. He continued to roll his hips into her, moaning in delight as she did the same. The two of their bodies in perfect synch. He used his right hand to reach up and grab her chin, holding it tightly he shoved his thumb in her mouth again. She started to suck on it and lick it, making Edward twitch inside of her. He let her do this for a little while before pulling it out of her mouth.

"Y-You sure know ho-how to fuck a girl Mr.Ghostface..." She sighed, caught up in the ecstasy.

"I could fuck you anyway and you'd still love it. You love my dick." He moaned.

The two of them were slowly fading out of the roleplay, caught up in the passion the two of them were showing each other. The roleplay was fun and hot, but they were so lustful and just needed to finish as a couple. But that didn't mean they needed to be vanilla about it.

"Fuck, Ed...this is so hot but I just need you. I need you. I want you to fuck me as my boyfriend. I-I, oh fuck, I know you can fuck me like this without the roleplay. I need that. I'm begging you, y-you're driving me crazy Eddie!" She moaned, drunk on sex.

Edward grabbed the pair of scissors off of his nightstand and cut the zip-ties. He was having so much fun with the roleplay but he couldn't have agreed more. He could 100% fuck her like this without the roleplay. He had sweat dripping down his chest, his hair a complete mess. It was crazy how insanely good he looked when he was full of lust.

"Get the fuck over here." He groaned.

Grabbing a fistful of her hair Edward yanked her towards him, kissing her deeply. The two of them made out like a bunch of middle schoolers figuring out what french kissing was. It was sloppy and messy and they didn't give a shit. Y/n moaned and clenched around his dick which caused Edward to growl and flip her on her back. He pounded into her with strength and desire, gripping onto her hips and looking into her eyes, their lips inches away from each other.

"God, you look so pretty underneath me. You're taking my dick so good." He moaned,

Y/n reached her hands over Edward's neck, latching onto his back. Her nails were sure to leave scratch marks on his skin. He winced at the feeling but it was drowned in the feeling of pleasure.

"Oh Edward, you fuck me so good! Give it to me!" She moaned.

"Yeah? You like this? You really are a filthy thing." He mocked.

Edward felt himself getting close and could see that y/n was as well based on how her face was contorting. He lightly slapped her across the face, spitting on her chest as he picked up speed making her eyes roll back.

"Oh God! Edward I-"

"Shut up, I know. Just shut up." He ordered, focused on getting her there.

With a few more harsh thrusts, y/n let out shrill and high pitched moan as she orgasmed, Edward leaning down and kissing her during it. He continued to thrust into her at a rough pace until she came down from the high. He pulled out, moaning as he released all over her stomach. Edward rolled over on his back, panting heavily as he tried to catch his breath. Y/n was doing the same thing. After a few moments, Edward reached over and grabbed the rag off the nightstand. He walked into the bathroom, y/n watching his ass jiggle slightly as he did which made her giggle lightly. He came back with the rag now damp.

"Here, come here." He ordered softly.

He used the rag to wipe her down, getting rid of the crude mixture that was spit and semen. After that he cleaned himself up as well. As she laid in bed he grabbed the strewn clothes off the floor and put them in their hamper. Once that was done he sat back down in bed with her.

"You ok?" He asked.

"I'm better than ok. That was amazing. I've never seen that side of you before!" She said.

He planted a kiss on top of her head.

"Well, you said you wanted to experiment and do new things. The roleplay was fun. But, to be honest, I was having more fun being rough with you. I hope I didn't hurt you too bad." He said, checking her neck and all over her body.

"Ed, I'm fine. You weren't too rough. It was perfect."

"Ok, good. Sorry if I got a little carried away."

"Oh Edward you were fine. The whole thing was so hot." She reassured.

He smiled and nodded. Getting up from bed he grabbed a pair of underwear, sweats, and shirt for y/n. He put on a clean pair of boxers and a pair of sweats. Edward walked over to his girlfriend, knowing that she was no doubt sore. After she removed her clothes, he picked her up and placed her on his lap, sliding the shirt over her body and helping her put the pair of underwear on. After that he helped her put on the pants as well.

"Comfy?" He asked.

She nodded, kissing the tip of his nose. Edward blushed and stood up, picking y/n up as well. He had her in his arms and carried her towards the living room, placing her down on the sofa. Y/n smiled up at her boyfriend, he always gave the best aftercare.

"Be honest. How sore are you?" He asked, looking at the clock.

'9:04 p.m.'

"On a scale of 1-10?" She asked, placing a pillow under her ass.

Edward nodded.

"Well, considering that I need to sit on a pillow...11?" She laughed.

Edward smirked and winked at her.

"Then I guess I did a good job, huh?"

"Hell yeah you did, I had no idea you were so good at dirty talk. That was so hot. You're a man of many talents Mr. Nygma." She complimented.

"Well, its easy when you are in love with the person. And I know exactly what you like too."

Y/n nodded.

"True. Good point. But still, you're very good at it."

Edward paused.

"You know I don't think you're a slut right? That was just for the roleplay." He asked, nervously.

Y/n nodded, a cute smile on her face.

"I know honey. If anything, I'm a slut for you." She winked.

"While you may have a point there, I still want you to know that I don't see you as anything else other than the love of my life and my best friend. And I want you to know that."

"Aw, Ed I love you so much, I feel the same way."

Edward smiled at her and kissed her softly.

"Hey Eddie, can you get so-"

"Something to eat? Already on it sweetheart."

Y/n smiled to herself, feeling lucky to have such a loving boyfriend. She felt her stomach start to growl. After that event it was no surprise that the two of them were starving. Her eyes grew heavy as she looked at the tv, that was playing the whole time. They had completely forgotten. Currently, Spongebob Squarepants was playing.

"Oh! Splergeboob." Y/n slurred, tired from the sex.

Edward poked his head out from behing a cabinet door, confusion on his face. He let out a surprised chuckle. He was used to his girlfriend messing up words when she was tired, but that was a new one.

"S-Splergeboob?" He stuttered in between laughter.

"Yeah." Was all she said.

Edward just shook his head and a goofy grin spread on his face. He loved his girlfriend so much. They were both complete dorks and were perfect for each other. They were inseparable. They were probably a lot closer than most couples were at 1 year. Suddenly, Edward remembered something.

"Honey, don't get mad at me for reminding you about this...but.."

Y/n woke up, already knowing what he was going to say. She let out a long and exaggerated groan, Edward walked over towards her wearing an apron that said 'Periodically' and had the elements nitrogen, erbium, and dysprosium underneath it so it spelled out NERDY. He always wore that apron in the kitchen, whether he was baking or not. He loved that damn apron. Only Edward Nygma would wear an apron like that after railing someone's guts out.

"Don't say ittttttttttttt. You always say it so weirddddd." She groaned.

"You. Need. To. Urinate." He said blankly.

"Oh god Edward. I can't even with you right now. You just fucked my brains out and now you're wearing that goofy apron and telling me to 'urinate'. I'm half convinced you aren't a human." She groaned, laughter in between her sentences.

He put his hands on his hips, making him look even more dorky. Y/n burst out laughing, the laughter sounding like a drunkard because of how tired she was. She loved her boyfriend so much but sometimes he was so hilarious on accident that she just had to laugh. She loved being in a relationship with him. She felt incredibly lucky.

"I'm serious! It's healthy for you to do that after sexual intercourse." He said, purposefully saying sex in the 'proper' terms to make her laugh.

"Intercourse?! Oh my god please Edward, I-I can't...my sides hurt from laughing oh my god. Just give me a second."

He sighed and waited for her to calm down.

"Do you need help getting to the bathroom?" He asked.

"I should be ok." Y/n said, struggling to get up.

Edward rolled his eyes playfully and picked her up, carrying her towards the bathroom. Once she was inside the bathroom she 'shooed' him off. He chuckled.

"You have to pay extra to watch me piss." She joked.

"No thanks." He said as he closed the door.

For the rest of the night, the two of them watched Halloween movies and ate ramen. Afterwards they snacked on the leftover candy from the day. The next day at the GCPD, people would notice how y/n walked funny the entire day and saw a few hickeys on her neck as well. And everyone knew she was dating Nygma. Jim and Harvey had actually grown quite fond of the couple and were good friends with them. So naturally, they were curious.

"Hey Ed, how was your guy's Halloween?" Harvey asked, Jim next to him.

Y/n walked by, her legs shaky and she looked at Edward. A blush creeped over her face as he winked at her. The two detectives watched. Edward brought his attention back to the detectives. He shrugged slightly, clicking his tongue.

"Eventful."

Harvey narrowed his eyes.

"Nygma...you sly dog..."

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bylightofdawn · 1 year

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Guess whose body punked her and decided to take up at like 6:30 and then refused to go to sleep?

This chick.

Oh and NOW I am feeling exhausted and wanting to go to sleep but I have to stay awake now because I made plans to be at mom's in like 3 hours.

Realistically I could sleep till noon and then rush to shower, get ready and prolly get there in time but my hair prolly won't dry in time and I wanted to play around with it.

I'm to that experimental phase when o wash day I just throw a bunch of shit in my hair and struggle bus trying to make it actually do something I want it to do.

I've tried pomades, and sculpting putty, today I went out and got2be glued wax which is supposed to be a 'spiking wax' hoping I would get some actual volume in my crown.

Ya'll that shit is hot garbage. My hair took one look at it and laughed it into oblivion. I have some expensive ass Kenra texturing spray, this bullshit wax, MOUSSE in my hair and I can't get any lift.

My hair is so damn thick and heavy it's just...frustrating. I think I need to invest in a hair dryer but I don't want to start that damaging cycle on my hair by using hot tools.

And I'm SURE it's not the product's fault, it's me. I don't now how use them because I've always ignored my hair and let it do its own thing. Mainly because it's so thick volume-wise that it will not be tamed by mortal man. The texture is fine there's just A LOT OF IT. Every hairdresser I go to is like "Damn that's a lot of hair" and I always ask them to thin it out with thinning shears. I don't know if the chick who cut my hair used any even though I think we had that conversation. Do I just take the risk and purchase thinning shears and see if I can thin it out myself? How badly could I really fuck it up? It's just gonna...cut random bits right?

She says before she becomes an example laughable enough to be featured on a Brad Mondo reacts video on YT

Though I stand by that 'wax' being hot garbage. It legit wasn't even firm. It was like a cream.

I just checked in on my hair and it's not magically improved in the past ten minutes. I do have volume in the front because I did a deep part comb-over which is to be expected. But literally, no texture or lift in my crown at all.

I'm going to shower, pray my hair dries in two hours so I can try and maybe do something with a straightening iron.

EDIT: Circling back to this for a hot second to ramble further now that I've spent my shower thinking about my frustrating lack of ability to do basic shit like style my hair. I spent the first let's say 30 years of my life just coasting. I was always a bit of a tomboy. I rejected femininity in a lot of ways and was blessed with great skin, passable looks and hair that doesn't look bad even if I never did anything more than braid or put it up in a ponytail. I never DID the girly things teenage girls do like really play with makeup or do my nails or learn how to do shit with my hair.

I've always been blessed with a sort of 'take me as I am or not, I don't fucking care' confidence in my looks which is HILARIOUS since I'm a neurotic mess in near all other parts of my life. I don't even know if I would label it as confidence but more apathy. I just gave zero fucks what people thought of how I looked. I also have zero fashion sense which will surprise exactly no one. Jeans and solid colored t-shirts and sandals is my go to look. Drove my mother insane and she's legit given up on me when it comes to fashion.

So I reach my 30's, chopped my hair off and for the first time in my life and kinda went through a mini-transformative phase in my life. I stopped rejecting my femininity. Started with teaching myself to use makeup because I was annoyed my eye looks kept looking like shit.

I applied myself, invested in actual makeup, and went through a real beauty guru phase. Then I was like I am sick of not being able to paint my nails for shit. So I made the decision that I was going to buckle down and teach myself how to paint my nails/actually try and take care of my nails etc. Genetics kinda fucked me hard in that regard, I have super brittle nails prone to like thinning at the ends and then they just snap off. So I will never have that long nail fantasy life and I've made peace with that. Long nails are kinda a pain in the ass anyway. I did start taking hair skin nail supplements and it's helped a little with my nail breakage but point is, I'm taking action to try and improve something I am displeased with myself about.

This is perhaps one of my best and worst traits. If I find I lack the knowledge or skill to do something and it annoys me enough I will move heaven and earth to fix that gap in my knowledge base. I despise my own personal ignorance and constantly seek to improve upon it. I don't give two fucks about other people's ignorance unless it's like overt and toxic. Yes I will get annoyed watching people repeat their same mistakes knowing they just need to change their approach to the problem but it's their journey to figure that shit out and I have my own shit to concentrate on.

HOWEVER when it comes to me? Must be eradicated if at all possible. It's great at times but let me tell you it's a fucking burden I would not wish upon anyone else.

My long, bloviated point being my hair has become my new 'I will fucking conquer this conceived weakness/gap in my knowledge base and I will learn to tame you' mission.

And I will succeed at this because when I set my mind to something I plow forward with all the big damn Capricorn energy until I reach my goals.

-eyes the 100K fanfic she's written in 3 months- Yeah maybe that's why I went so hard these past three months now that I'm thinking about it.

#the life and times of exhausted el continues #may she ride eternal into the sunset begging for the release of death #or a damn nap #this post now brought to you by big cap energy #and el making a promise to herself to fucking tame her hair no matter the cost apparently.

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planetsparalysis · 3 years

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[taking a break from the HUMAN, we're able to see what that strange SABLEYE got up to when they escaped.]

*....*

[it doesn't seem like they're having a good time right now.]

And the blue Sableye's name has been sort of revealed xD

They're called Sapphire! Please use They/Them pronouns when referring to 'em! ouo/

(The other three Sableye use He/him pronouns, and Doc uses He/They)

#pokemon #pokemon mystery dungeon #pmd #planets paralysis #sableye #banette #///jeeze the text in this is a bit funky to read #apologies for that ono #but uh!! i think we're back!!#decided to post these two together bc it would've looked weird xD #also i hope ya'll are ready for the style to #CONSTANTLY change with each new page x'D #im very inconsistant #but don't worry it gets worse #also if all goes as planned this post /should/ go live at 5:30pm #and its uhhhh 8:06am lmao #i haven't slept yet x')#insomnias a pain in the neck #also!!! you might recognise doc if you follow my other 'ask blog' >:3c #*cough'a-banette'cough*#currently thats on a huge break too bc i wanted to focus on other things #life truly is pain jngsdfjg #but uhhh it gives docs life before the whole time freeze shenanigans!!!#i'll eventually get back to it #it doesn't really have much plot (just being random comics/doodles rn)#but maybe one day #but then again im currently working on those akatsuki comics so maybe not hgjdfk #ah well #kudos to whomstever reads tags ilu

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hula-zombie · 6 years

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Peanut Brittle Bay

[knocking]

Onyx: Hey you- Violet’s moving in today! You need to greet the living and get out of bed.

Clover: ....

Onyx: Good dreams?

Clover: [mumbles] Something like that.

#berrypastelrainbowcy #ts4 legacy #ts4 #berry sweet sims #frost gen 2 #frost-rainbowcy #click for hq #the bay #teaser #hopefully we will roll into college this coming week!#i am *almost* ready #🤞#also- totes jelly of clover's room #... i'm also going to attempt to change up my editing style #hope ya'll like it!#pbbu #auralixx

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our-gentle-tide · 2 years

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A/n: I accidentally deleted your request while trying to answer it I'm so sorry- but I took a screenshot just incase! I'd be delighted to do this for you and I'm glad my acc looks appealing to you! I took awhile before choosing this specific look. And I totally agree, there's not enough m!reader content and every time I see some it's usually smut, which isn't bad but more fluff, angst ect would be very nice tbh and thank you for offering to help me, I'll look forward to talking to you when I have off time to not just ask about things but also hopefully get to know you along the way if you're cool with that :)

Reader: M!reader

Satan and Mammon (separate) x M!reader

Satan:

Look me in the EYES and tell me he ain't a softie-

Baby will pamper you- AND if you prefer to be the one doing the pampering like me then that ain't a problem cos he will happily be on the receiving end if that's more to your taste

Read to him- that's it- READ TO HIM HE WILL MELT, will probably stop paying attention to the book and just swoon at the sound of your voice

If you sneak in a cat like me part 2 he will lift you bridal style and sprint to his or your room, doesn't matter if you're taller or not, he can and will do it

Listen to his rants- weather that be about cats, books, shows ect, he'll appreciate it and feel heard

When it's his or your turn to cook ya'll will do it together while either listening to music or a murder documentary, the others got a bit freaked out the first time it happened lol

If you like to have friendly debates or competitions then get yo facts and skills ready cos even tho he loves you, he won't go easy on you

The first time you said "I love you" in a soft and gentle tone he was as red as a tomato and he definitely teared up a bit while saying it back and giving you a tender kiss <3

Once you and him went to the human world and he stayed at your place, it was snowing heavily, so you made a hot beverage and cuddled up with him on the couch while watching a movie/series, after that one time you two made it a tradition to do it at least once a year when winter rolls around

Mammon:

He either calls you the classic, his human or he calls you my treasure, he has to make it obvious that you're his and no one else's but will 100% respect you if you get bothered by it

When the relationship was still fresh he would turn red just by you holding his hand but now he simply smiles softly and kisses your cheek or temple

Believe it or not if ya'll study together he can focus more, you being around helps him calm down

If you EVER call him baby boy expect two(2) outcomes. 1, he turns redder then dia's hair or, 2, he calls you his baby boy and other petnames by tenfold

If you're good at card games, he and you and occasionally the others, play a bunch of them on rainy days with warm hot coco/tea/coffee

He's the little spoon the minority of the time, his head laying on your chest, you playing with his hair and him listening to your heartbeat cos it soothes him and eventually you two fall asleep in each other's embrace

Patch him up after any punishment or fight he gets himself into, it means a lot to him that you care this much

Ofc just cos he's your lover doesn't mean you let him off with everything, and believe it or not he's glad someone's there to keep him in check without stringing him upside down like someone he won't admit it ofc

Kiss his face multiple times while repeatedly praising him, he will blush and tear up. Baby ain't used to all this tenderness but don't worry! You'll make him get used to it ♡

This was sorta rushed so if you want me to redo it that's completely fine! I need to learn how tumblr works lmao it's really difficult cos when I search online for how to do things on it, it's only how to do it on a laptop or computer. Anyway I hope you enjoy reading this and have a good day/night <3

@cas-rivaille

#obey me x male reader #obey me headcanons #obey me satan #obey me mammon #obey me shall we date #obey me x reader

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glowingbadger · 2 years

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Wanted to take a break from writing to throw something out there for ya'll today. I've had a LOT of people tell me that my dialogue and character writing is strong, and that they struggle with it- so while I am by NO means a professional or expert of any kind, I spent some time really reflecting on how I write a character's "voice" and figured I'd share my thoughts. Idk, hopefully it helps someone out there lol.

I hope you're ready for me to mention Seteth a lot

How I write dialogue and characters V

- Establish/get to know a character's personal dictionary- the words and phrases they're most likely to use based on their experiences. Every word and phrase someone uses was learned or picked up somewhere. To use some examples from FE3H, I tend to see Seteth-Felix-Sylvain as like... the scale of formality lol. Felix is a fascinating case study (I went into detail about him in regards to this topic in this speedpaint video from like a million years ago), his personality makes him blunt and forceful, but his education and high status make him surprisingly eloquent, and these elements combine into his unique voice. As an example I used in my video, there's a reason Felix says "Chivalry begets the worship and glorification of death," and not, "knights look at death like some great goal to chase after." Same sentiment, different phrasing, because his phrasing relates to his personality and upbringing. Meanwhile, Seteth is both old as shit, and in a role of authority, so while he is extremely formal, he also doesn't dance around his message- he has work to do, he needs to communicate his intent clearly and effectively. Sylvain is intensely sociable and likes being liked, so it makes sense that he's developed a casual speaking style because of positive reinforcement from his peers' reactions to him. And as another excellent note- Flayn actually speaks even more formally than Seteth in a lot of cases! Which makes perfect sense, because Seteth has had far more time to acclimate to the modern world than she has! So well done.

- This is maybe just a me thing, so take this for what you will- but I like to have the literal, audible voice in my head when writing a character. If it's hard to imagine the VA saying it, it probably needs to be reworked. This is kind of similar to the super common advice of "read your writing out loud so you'll notice if something sounds weird," which I don't personally do because I live in a tiny city apartment and don't need my college aged neighbors wondering why I'm grumbling "cum for me like a good kitten" in different intonations in the quiet of my home. But it's still valid advice. * sometimes if the character doesn't have a voice actor, I choose the voice of a character I like and that seems like it would fit and just superimpose it mentally to help me with this.

- Quirks and catchphrases can be absolutely lovely- when used with appropriate moderation and a sense of deliberate purpose. IRL, I have a friend who, when we were in college, would quickly rotate his right wrist occasionally as he spoke. Now, nearly a decade later, he doesn't do this anymore, and in fact fidgets a lot less overall. This is because, in college, he was in an extremely challenging biochem program, taking an obscene amount of notes on the daily (leading to him subconsciously flexing his wrist at times to reduce strain), and consuming a legitimately terrifying amount of caffeine per day (making him fidgety). It's a unique quirk, and one I would mention while writing him speaking to someone if he were a character in a story- but there's also a reason and logic behind it that reflects something about the subject. As a fandom example, Axel has his famous "got it memorized" catchphrase in Kingdom Hearts- but I swear I've been driven near madness by overuse of the phrase in fanfic. In-game, there's a logic to when he uses it- when making an important point that needs to be emphasized (ex: telling Sora the name of the leader of the organization, knowing that he only has a small window of time to get this across and make sure it sticks), or making a bold, declarative statement (his big "fuck off, buddy" towards Xemnas at the end of KH3). The phrase doesn't make sense and doesn't align with the character when it's just tossed around because "hey, it's a thing he says sometimes."

- this is kind of just putting a finer point on the above, but please, do not over-do it with the speech quirks, it'll alienate your reader and make the character harder to relate to. Zhongli in Genshin Impact has a formal and methodical way of speaking (same as Seteth and Hubert for my FE folks), but I often see people write him like he's allergic to contractions. A strong character voice is one thing, but Zhongli is actively living in society- if the flow of what he's saying is going to make him harder to communicate with, he'll adjust it. Most people adjust to their environment, even if just in small ways. Dialogue is a balance between expressing the self and reaching the other.

- It can and should be impactful and meaningful when someone breaks the 'rules' of their speech patterns. This is why there's like, a whole subgenre within Seteth smut of: "Seteth says 'fuck' one time." If you've done a good job with all of the other points here, then when you break away from the pattern you've established, it'll work as a signal to the reader, screaming at them "this is important, something new and different is happening!" But if you haven't defined a voice and vocabulary for your character, the audience won't notice or care when that voice changes.

Anyway, this is all I can think of right now, so I hope it helps.

TL;DR: define the types of words and phrases that logically follow from the character's lived experience, and stick to it except for when it means something to break away from it

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I don't have a clue what I'm supposed to write here, so, as a creative writer, I'll do my best. I am currently working on a rom/com. One of my supporting characters is an American Manga writer who happens to be popular in Japan. I know. It's a stretch. But I'm new to Manga, and IT IS CREATIVE FICTION. Her Manga pen name is LOVEY DOVEY, so I chose that as my pen name. ROFC -- sob sob. It is already chosen. See. In my magnificent brain, I am unique. How can anyone want to use the same name that I just created. LOL Anyway, I just changed the spelling. Lovie Dovie. whut? it's taken, too.... My uniquieness doesn't seem so unique. See Self Esteem slowly going down the drain.... BUT, I quickly came up with a 'doofer'. "p---leia" Can anyone guess who that really is? I know you figured it out before I asked. But, it's irrelevant as it is a 'doofer'. What do ya'll think of Quackenbush? ShiShi? M'Wani? Dautha? Ring-around-a-rose? (I like this one as a potential 'title') Too much? Too little? I don't know if there's a word limit. I can write all night. But it's been a busy day. And I'm ready to go to sleep. I missed my nap today. LOL Something I never did until I turned oldish.

Seveny-one is looming just ahead. I still have a good thirty years ahead of me, so I have time to complete those 80+ novels and short stories on my comuter. If I could just top coming up with ideas for something new, different, fresh, and wicked funny.

Is this a place to make good friends? I am currently a fan of Korean and Chinese drama and rom/com. I fell in love with King Tut when I was 14 -- (1964); and Pharoah Hatshepsut was my role model as a woman, also when I was 14. In fact, during that time I knew more about Ancient Egyptian history, their gods, and their death rituals. At least I knew this based on what was available in a small town high school library. No computers in those days. But the Librarian liked me, and helped me find books.

I also enjoy science fiction, but mostly from before the 1960s. Venus isn't the jungle it was back then. And Mars doesn't have bi-pedal quasi-intelligent life forms. It can still be written thusly, but will it sell? I hope so because one of my earlier, set aside, novels has a thriving culture, but it's like during our age of dinosaurs. Pretty sure it can work then, but it's written with a 1950s style.

While I don't believe in UFOs and ET, I do enjoy a good sci-fi read. Good movies -- has anyone watched one lately?

I don't believe in ghosts either, but I write about them. Well, they are such interesting topics. And you can do anything with them.

I do enjoy music. I grew up with those old Southern ballads like My Darling Clementine. But I never really learned the words because the music is just so 'inviting'. For almost 70 years I listened to that song, ignored the lyrics, and totally spaced on the melody. I prefer it played soft and low on a violin in a Waltz time. But, as research for a rom/com I'm working on, I pulled it up with lyrics on youtube. That made it easier to concentrate on the words. Oh My Goodness!!! I always thought it was a sad song, but it ended with me almost literally rolling on the floor in tear filled laughter. I'm not telling ya'll. You just have to listen for yourself. If you don't hear it, then your sense of humor is more stable than mine.

Like I said, I'm almost seventy-one, so I have to watch how and where I walk. My cat and dog both think they are in the will, and I swear they intentionally wrap themselves around my feet, in an attempt to make me fall down the steps. Then there's those old shoes I won't throw away. There's nothing wrong with them except the sole is broken, and the heel catches on the grass in my yard. And sometimes when I bend over to pull weeds from the flower bed, I don't stop 'going down', and have nearly kissed the potting soil more than once. smh And that old saying "take two steps forward and three steps back" now has clear meaning to me. BUT .... just let me hear a tune from my childhood (1950s rock n roll is the best dance music). I can get up and rock n roll through a complete song without stumbling. Then there's Nicholas Rimsky-Korsakov and his Flight of the BumbleBee or the Song of Scheherazade to dance a ballet with. I don't leap like I used to as a kid, but I can still do some smooth moves. When my grandkids visit, they hurry through whatever room I'm in when the music is playing.

Well, this is just a small part of what p---leia is like.

Is there anyone out there who might strike up a conversation just for a few minutes? Like I said, I'm new to this. I'm used to FB. But that is so boring. I don't think any of my friends want to learn a new language, hear a new old tune, or want to play jokes on their doctor and refuse to take their meds. (just kidding -- I'm being good -- sort of)

Oh, before I go: I am currently working on a rom/com that went all dark and scarey. So I scrapped it and started again, keeping only the romance and comedy. Wondering if anyone would care to advise if my first page/ first paragraph/ first sentence is a hook? (When I go fishing, I never catch anything with a hook. The last time I did catch a fish, I was 8 mos. pregnant with my son, (1977) and was trying to help an old lady pull her fish in from the water. I had the net and leaned over to get it, slipped in the mud and fell into the water, and caught a totally different fish!!!) So, hooks don't always work. I just need some advice on which way to go. I have Gypsy blood, and just can't always settle on one location/direction. LOL Bedtime! Goodnight, and hoping to hear from someone.

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TXT Hogwarts AU

So this is my first time publicly sharing my writings and I'm really nervous and also kind of excited. Please bear with me, English isn't my first language however I do try to do my best in my works. Anywhos here's my first post I hope you guy enjoy!

Yeonjun

•Slytherin

•pureblood

•was shunned his whole life due to his parents being deatheaters in the second wizarding war

•raised by his grandmother who he loves to pieces

•don't tell anyone but grandma choi actually raised him muggle style so he's very knowledgable when it comes to them

•his one and only friend is soobin, that is of course before he met the three other boys

•the sorting hat barely even touched his head before it announced "slytherin"

•worked his way up until he became what he is today

•his goal is to erase the stigma of slytherins being evil

•intimidates everyone with his sharp eyes and blank face but don't be fooled, he's as extra and wild as the others

•once dared himself to wrestle with the black lake's giant squid

•always aims to be the best at everything, probably to the point of overworking himself

•as a first year flying had come naturally to him and easily became his favourite subject but was soon replaced by defence against the dark arts

•the boy is a quick thinker and could disarm his opponent in a matter of seconds, though he is good at casting other spells he opts for a defensive style of duelling

•ever since he was young he dreamt of being an auror

•the team captain of slytherin's quidditch team, his swiftness and agility earned him the title "best chaser"

•dubbed as "slytherin's prince" his housemates respect and look up to him

•don't cross him.just don't.

•very cautious when it comes to picking his friends and is very protective of soobin because he's just too damn precious

•gets along with kai really well because theyre both crackheads and kai is too cute not to like

•isn't one to share his feelings but because of his friends he's getting more and more open

•his greatest fear is becoming evil and hurting his friends

•he's really just a tiny bean who loves his friends and would do anything for them

Soobin

•pureblood

•Ravenclaw

•coming from a very traditional pureblood family, he doesn't really understand muggle lifestyle

•a straight A student prefect and athlete, he's the epitome of model student

•doesn't like to break the rules but somehow always finds himself staying up with taehyun or getting dragged to the dark forest by kai

•takes away points by decimals just because he thinks its funny

•can get pretty scary when someone questions his authority

•"out of bed past curfew? 4.23 points from gryffindor" "is that even allowed??"

•he's a responsible prefect and shuts everyone up with one stern look

•number one on the school's boyfriend material list (because c'mon he's like perfect)

•a perfect gentleman who's ready to help with a dimpled smile on his face

•takes muggle studies because he likes muggles and wants to know about them more

•still doesn't know what the function of a rubber duck is

•can cook up a potion even without the help of a guide and can recognize a herb by it's texture alone

•his favourite subjects are potions and herbology

•probably because the two are kind of connected in a way

•literally has a journal where he writes down everything he's learned about muggles

•nearly cried when he received a toaster from taehyun as a gift because he's always wanted one for his bread

•wants to be a healer in the future

•his future career also helps because all his friends can't go a day without injuring themselves

•keeper soobin (you gets?because the boy is such a keeper?hehehehe)

•his tall stature and quick reflexes helps him block quaffles from the opposite team

•recognizes hueningkai as his number one cheerer and never fails to wink at him before the start of every game

•always makes sure taehyun gets enough sleep, beomgyu and kai stay out of trouble and keeps yeonjun from overworking himself

•they always make sure to bring him back little muggle trinkets after they come back from the holidays

•the boys are just really thankful for soobin existance and love him so much

•choi soobin is a lovable and amazing bunny (that's the tea sis)

Beomgyu

•gryffindor

•half-blood

•gets himself into pretty stupid situations just bc he's too damn heroic

•always stirs up trouble but somehow charms himself out of it

•he's like,really charming

•made mcgonagall blush that one time

•he's absolutely cunning,his ability to hide his true intentions behind an angelic smile scares the crap out of the boys

•just don't mess with his friends

•bc of this the sorting hat actually took longer to sort him than usual wondering whether it should put him in slytherin or gryffindor, he had almost been a hatstall but after a silent debate between the two beomgyu had chosen gryffindor bc they had and i quote 'pretty colours'

•had to be physically restrained by soobin and yeonjun after he tried to fight a student who had called taehyun a "mudblood"

•Charms and transfiguration are his areas of expertise

•favourite spell is "accio" and practically uses it for everything

•"accio yeonjun hyung's clothes "beomgyu!"

•"accio taehyun's love of his life" "bold of you to assume i have any I-" "accio taehyun's books" "you little shi-"

•takes muggle studies just for the hell of it and because it's easy

•gryffindor's seeker,this boy could spot a snitch from miles away

•has his own fanclub with members from all four houses

•yes that's how charming he is

•no one really knows how but beomgyu always manages to enter all three other houses' common rooms

•his favourite hang out place would probably be ravenclaw's common room

•annoying taehyun is this guy's favourite past time, he just finds it cute when the younger glares at him

•if he's not annoying taehyun he's probably off pulling pranks and causing trouble all around the castle

•is currently grooming kai to become a prankster like him, he just has to figure out a way to stop the boy from being so goddamn loud everytime they prank someone

•in general he's a chaotic mess but everyone still loves him

Taehyun

•Ravenclaw

•muggleborn

•once something catches his eye he makes it a goal to learn everything about it

•no one really knows what to expect with taehyun probably bc he was so quiet and introverted

•as he gets used to life in the magical world he starts to become more confident and bold

•"why do we still use quills when ballpens literally exists?''

•''are you serious?a letter?kai you have a phone use it''

•his wisdom and good advices remind people why he's in ravenclaw

•his two favourite subjects are transfiguration and history of magic

•transfigured soobin into a bunny once at kai's request (well probably just to shut him up)

•history nerd and draco malfoy enthusiast

•''he was only a child!''

•doesn't even bother to answer the riddles' properly

•"where do vanished objects go?" "somewhere other than where they were vanished from,duh."

•usually found in the common room late at night cramming homeworks he's been putting on hold bc he found something much more interesting to do

•legend says prefect soobin always stays up with him (no one knows if its true or not no one has ever tried to find out in fear of facing choi soobin's wrath if he finds them out of bed)

•an excellent beater, taehyun's one of the best in their team even at such a young age

•rumours are he's one of the candidates for next team captain

•is soobin's source of muggle knowledge, probably bc kai only teaches them memes and popular vines and beomgyu just cant be bothered with

•claims he loses braincells every time kai opens his mouth but deep down he loves the boy like his brother

•looks up to his yeonjun and soobin hyungs

•unbothered king 24/7

Kai

•hufflepuff

• the boy literally dragged taehyun with him and introduced himself to nearly everyone during the train ride

•half-blood

•never fails to say "me dad's a muggle; mam's a witch,bitofanastyshockforhim

whenhefoundout" every time he introduces himself

•and i mean EVERY.SINGLE.TIME

•excels in care of magical creatures (probably bc every single creature falls in love with the boy on sight) and almost always accompanies hagrid to the dark forest

•let's be real ya'll the dark forest probably isn't so dark anymore with the amount of sunshine kai emits

•nearly gave soobin a heart attack when he had dragged the elder into the dark forest

•at the age of 13 the dark forest was just a forest to kai, "wild centaurs?bitch please i braid baby centaurs hair on saturdays"

•idolizes newt scamander and wants to be a magizoologist because he wants to change people's minds about magical creatures and show them how beautiful and precious they actually are

•'pet a dragon's belly' is listed number 1 in his bucket list

• 'ohmygod hueningkai don't you even dare try to rock that mandrake' 'but hyun its so cute!it looks like an ugly baby!'

•takes a liking for divination and unlike others actually appreciates and pays attention in class

•probably because of his close relationship with the forest's centaurs who also use divination in their day to day lives

•is a skilled flyer and was invited to try out for his house's quidditch team but turned it down

•he prefers to cheer for people rather than getting cheered on

•people don't really know who he cheers for most of the time bc he's like present in every game

•mysteriously gets louder and more energetic when ravenclaw plays most people think it's bc his bestfriend taehyun is playing but taehyun knows the truth

•"you did great hyun!" "i literally saw you stare at soobin hyung's ass the entire game"

•no one can hate this guy,it’s physically impossible

•even the meanest kids don’t pick on him,he’s THAT lovable

Anyways that all for today! That's my opinion on the txt's hogwarts houses,don't be shy and tell me what you think! See you later guys!

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