#and like hya said

[vacantgodling]

Milk chocolate & peanut butter filling for whatever wip you feel like? - @void-botanist

thank you!!

Peanut Butter Filling: share a snippet that really shows a character’s personality. (or: talk about an upcoming scene where their personality will shine!)

so tbh the first time amon and hya really talk is really really concrete about amon’s personality. like i wrote it, sort of—it has to be edited and shoved into chapter *checks notes* 3 LMAO. but basically the back and forth, the teasing, the knowing more than he lets on with the cheshire like ability to nimbly dodge hya’s blunt irritation; the way he can easily pick apart his master yet is still drawn to him… it’s Very Very him and i’m obsessed to write it now that i know amon much better than when i first wrote it :)

Milk Chocolate: share one of your favorite bits of dialogue!

this is from their first Real conversation as well actually

“I’m sure the infamous bastard of Clematis Gunn would be quite understanding of the disdain that comes with barging in rich men’s business.” -> me specifically loving this line bc of how it comes to bite amon in the ass later

#specifically bc when he confesses to hya his love hya is like why the fuck do you care aren’t i a rich man #and amon’s like jesus fuck are you seriously holding some shit i said MONTHS ago over me #it’s great #s: paramour

[theemporium]

Hya! Dunno if you’re comfortable with it but can I request professor! Remus Lupin x college student! fem reader? like a super smutty smut where they both want each other badly but have to pretend they don’t and then they fuck

also, can I be 🍰 anon?

of course you can be, baby, the 🍰 is yours! and thank you for requesting!🖤

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Everyone had their crushes. 

It wasn’t wrong to have feelings for someone, especially if you never acted on them. It was just a simple admiration of the person. From the way they looked to the way they acted to the way they spoke, it was just a simple admiration that made your stomach feel like it was bursting with butterflies and nothing more.

It just so happened that your crush was your professor of a class you didn’t even want to take. 

You needed to fill out your credit requirement for the term and you were grasping at straws when you realised your choices lied between a class with your old friend group, a class with your shitty ex-boyfriend and a class you couldn’t care less about. 

So obviously you chose the third one. 

However, what you weren’t expecting was a handsome man to walk through the door, briefcase in hand and blazer thrown over his other arm, and announce himself as your professor for the term. He didn’t look much older than you, maybe only five years at most if you were guessing (you would later realise it was a bit more than that). But all it took was one glance from the man and you were a flustered mess. 

It didn’t help that his class was difficult and you spent the few moments where you weren’t admiring Remus Lupin, being absolutely fucking confused. 

Your confusion led to many nights like such, huddled in the depths of the library at a late, ungodly hour. You were tucked away near the back, piles of books around you and not a single other human in sight.

You stared at the pages in front of you, the letters and numbers were starting to blur together and you weren’t any closer to figuring the assignment out. At least not tonight, but you were far too stubborn to give up. 

“If you stare any harder, you might set the textbook on fire.” 

You almost jumped out of your seat, your knee knocking against the table as you spun around to find Professor Lupin leaning against the bookshelves, looking at you with a mixed expression of curiosity and amusement. 

“Professor Lupin,” you murmured and cleared your throat, almost painfully aware of the messy state you were in. “What are you doing here?” 

“Is a library not open to everyone?” he asked, his brows raised.

Your cheeks heated up. “Well, yes—”

“Maybe I should be asking you what you are doing here,” Remus continued as he took a few steps towards the table you were sitting at. “It’s a Saturday night. Surely a young student like you has more interesting things to do than spend her time in the library.”

“I wanted a headstart on the assignment,” you mumbled out, almost embarrassed. 

Remus paused beside your chair and you were almost too aware of his presence. He glanced over your shoulder, reading over the textbook page and then the notes you had scribbled down, though most of it was incoherent. 

“You never told me you were struggling with the content,” he said, his brows furrowed together like the mere fact annoyed him.

“I…uh, I didn’t wanna bother you,” you admitedd, though you realised how stupid your excuse was before he even gave you a pointed look.

“I want to help my students,” Remus said, looking down at you with such intensity in his eyes that it made you squirm in your seat. “I don’t like seeing you struggle.” 

“Right,” you breathed out, blinking slowly. 

Neither one of you broke away from the eye contact, just staying locked in that moment. And then just when you thought he was going to look away—to turn away—his gaze dropped down to your slightly parted lips.

“Tell me you don’t feel it,” he whispered, his voice a little huskier now.

Your brows scrunched together. “What?” 

“Tell me you don’t feel whatever this is,” he said again, a little more determined this time. “Tell me you don’t feel it and I’ll walk away. I’ll leave you alone and stop convincing myself that maybe there is something.” 

You waited a beat, watching the way his shoulders tensed as he impatiently awaited your answer.

“I could say I don’t feel it,” you whispered and you could have sworn something in his expression broke. “But I would be lying.” 

Remus looked at you, he really fucking looked at you. There were a million different voices in his head screaming for him to just walk away. To just tell you his office hours and tell you to pop in if you had any questions about the course. He should just turn on his heel and walk out of the library before he did something he regretted. 

But what was one more regret in his life?

“Fuck it,” he grumbled under his breath as he took your face in his hands and kissed you.

It was fast-paced, messy and passionate but you wanted nothing more. You didn’t even realise he swiped your belongings off the table until his hands were gripping the back of your thighs, lifting you onto the table and standing between your legs.

“This is wrong,” he murmured against your lips, trailing down the expanse of your neck.

“I know,” you breathed out, your head falling back as his teeth light scraped against your skin.

“Tell me to stop,” he groaned as he pressed wet, open-mouthed kisses down your neck. 

“Fuck me, sir,” you whined, your glossy eyes meeting his darkened gaze and whatever self-restraint he had quickly disappeared.

“Shit, baby,” Remus moaned as his fingers worked fast, pushing the fabric of your skirt until it pooled at your waist. His fingers tugged your panties down, pocketing them before his hands softly squeezed your inner thighs.

“Touch me, please,” you whispered, your lips brushing against his before your fingers tangled themselves into his messy brown hair and pulled him into a kiss. 

“Gotta stay quiet for me, darling,” he warned you, still acutely aware of the other people loitering around the library at this time. You both could get caught and get into so much trouble. He could lose his job and you could lose your place at the university, but neither one of you seemed to care all that much as your fingers nimbly undid the button of his trousers and slipped past the waistband to cup his cock. 

“Fuck,” you murmured, almost a little dazed like you hadn’t mean to speak aloud. “You’re big.”��

The smirk on his face was smug. “You can take it,” he told you, his hand cupping your face as your eyes met his once again. “Gonna take it like a good girl, aren’t you?” 

You nodded dumbly. 

“Atta girl,” he groaned before he pushed his trousers down to his knees, his boxers quickly following as he fisted his hard cock, giving himself a few strokes before he stepped further before your legs. 

You wrapped your legs around his waist, keeping them locked around him as he slowly slid inside you. Your nails dug into the fabric of his shirt, a pathetic whimper leaving your lips as he bottomed out inside you. 

“Sir,” you gasped out as he slid out before his hips roughly thrusted back into you. 

“Shh, baby, you can take it,” his whispered praises washed over you, settling a warmth in the pit of your stomach. “You’re doing so well for me.” 

His lips were on yours again when your moans and whimpers became too loud and he feared somebody would hear you. His hands gripped your waist, your body jolting with every thrust as your nails clawed at any inch of him you could get your hands on. Your walls squeezed around him, tight and warm and so fucking welcoming that he never wanted to leave. 

And he couldn’t bring himself to do so even after you finally came, following himself seconds later as you both stayed there, propped on the edge of the table with Remus still deep inside you. 

“Sir—”

“Remus,” he corrected as he pressed a bruising kiss to your lips. “Call me Remus when I’m inside you, baby.”

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#remus lupin #marauders #harry potter #hp #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #remus lupin x y/n #remus lupin fic #remus lupin oneshot #remus lupin smut #marauders x reader #marauders x you #marauders x y/n #marauders fic #marauders oneshot #marauders smut #harry potter x reader #harry potter x you #harry potter x y/n #harry potter fic #harry potter oneshot #harry potter smut #hp x reader #hp x you #hp x y/n #hp fic #hp one shot #hp smut

[apollosgiftofprophecy]

What made you fall in love with Copollo and how can we angst this with Hypollo?

I had to marinate this in my head for a bit haha

First - What Made Me Love Copollo?

I don't know if I have the words for it, but I shall try! XD

First of all, I do love me some of that simple, satisfying ships that make you smile - ie, Percabeth - but -

But. But.

There's something about those toxic relationships that are so interesting.

And Copollo has an especially interesting dynamic - Commodus is the more toxic one, but Apollo's the one with all the power. Usually it's only one person with both those things but it's split between them (and note: I said Commodus was the more toxic one - Apollo was also toxic. he was enabling Commodus.)

So the dynamic is one reason. But I also just...love their story.

They relate to each other on a level rarely reached. They had a genuine relationship that was more than carnal, or even just affectionate. They loved each other, and I do think Commodus had just as much of an effect on Apollo as Daphne and Hyacinthus did.

I mean come on.

Apollo gets nervous around trees because of Daphne = Apollo doesn't like water because of Commodus.

Apollo describes Hyacinthus as perfect = Apollo has thought of Commodus as perfect.

It's all right there^^^^

And with Apollo, it's like he's caught in this "I can fix him" / "he can make me worse" mindset.

With Commodus, he's been seeking validation his whole life and clings to Apollo's when it's given to him - and his sanity spirals when he looses it.

They're that perfect mix of "match made in heaven" and "match made in hell". They would have worked but they also could not.

It's just. such a tragedy. which FITS because ya know, Greek Tragedy TM ;)

AND OF COURSE THEIR INTERACTIONS ARNUMNUMNUM!!!!!

How they're so very casual with each other in that flashback. Apollo's bouncing grapes off Commodus's nose for crying out loud THEY'RE IN LOVE YOUR HONOR-!

And then. In ToA. urhhhhhh it's so good. Commodus is That Ex with a picture of his ex on a dartboard. SERIOUSLY. and he THROWS KNIVES AT IT.

LIKE COME ON HOW MUCH MORE JILTED EX CAN YOU GET?

"dear heart", anybody? DEAR HEART? REMEMBER THAT?! I DO!!! LIVES RENT-FREE IN MY HEAD!!!!!

also the two innuendos in TDP and TTT are so good like come on Rick you know what you did there

and then. their final scene together. it's just. ARGHURHMMRM

Apollo reminisces on how he used to hold Commodus's hands with love. Commodus is so fucking eager to take a shot at him. Apollo screams him to death like omfg and the last thing - the last thing - Commodus hears is Apollo's pent-up heartbreak.

May I emphasize Apollo's pent-up heartbreak. HIS HEARTBREAK OVER THE LAST FEW MONTHS YES BUT ALSO HIS LIFETIME. WHICH MEANS COMMODUS IS LITERALLY GIVEN A FACE-FULL OF PROOF THAT APOLLO STILL CARED FOR HIM.

Two people in love, and their love going so wrong when one betrays the other - killing them! - and the other is suddenly hellbent on revenge?

It's all about that lovers to enemies, everybody. Enemies to lovers is good and all but what about loves to enemies.

It's so good armnumnum.

GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I LOVE THEM OKAY I LOVE THESE BISEXUAL BITCHES MJHYJUFGH

inhale

exhale

i'm good now. ahem inspects ask angst it with Hyapollo now, eh?

Let's see here...

Well for one Commodus is 100% jealous of Hyacinthus. Like sorry I'm not moving from this hill I will die on this hill you will have to climb up this hill and drag me off it kicking and crying and screaming and clawing you. I'm not moving. crosses arms and sits down pouting

Meanwhile, in the Hyacinthus department, I think Hya would just...not really care? Or well, he'd care about how Apollo took the whole arc but he wouldn't be like "oh no he moved on :(" about it (Poly Apollo is canon y'all i don't make the rules!). more like "bitch you think I give a shit about you?" at Commodus. "YOU'RE NOT WORTH MY TIME!"

I also find it funny if it's this:

this hasn't really turned out as angst but the comedic potential is too good lmao XD

#the oracle speaks #my memes #copollo #hyapollo #apollo #commodus #hyacinthus #the trials of apollo #toa apollo #toa commodus #pjo apollo #pjo hyacinthus #toa hyacinthus #pjo commodus #trials of apollo

[ice-cream-writes-stuff]

♧|Endeavors|♧

[I felt the need to write about him, I'm sorry!]

[Inspo] [Inspo] [Inspo]

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《After mistaking one of your companions for someone else. You find yourself gaining lots of attention...》

{Prince! Link / Reader}

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After managing to escape from the room you were taken to, you pull up your gown as you race about in the Hyrule castle halls. Tapestries and portraits pass you by as you search for your companions.

Seeing a familiar blonde headed figure in the distance, you run faster, bare feet padding against the cool floor until you jump and tackle the figure.

"Hya!"

The male shouts as he falls to the floor, your fluffy gown and unforseen body weight crushing him as he stares at your smiling face.

"Link!" You cry out happily, knees placed beside his hips as you move closer to him. The young man stares bug-eyed at you while you throw your arms around him, giving him a great big hug.

The young male stiffens at your warm and gentle touch. He felt your slow, calm breaths by his heart while the sweet scent of your hair fills his senses.

"We gotta find the others! I don't know why the gaurds took me or why I'm wearing this, or why you're wearing THAT. But we will figure it out! Together, as always, right?" You said a determined gleam in your (e/c) eyes.

Before he could answer, you slowly detached yourself. But you're taken aback when he reaches for you, grasping your dominant wrist tightly as he quietly observed you.

"Lin.. Link?" You said cautiously, now noticing his different attire than the armor you were used to.

"Hey? Bubs? Hello~?" You ask, trying to release yourself.

"Uhm... Are you gonna lead- woah-!" The blonde pulls you close, hand ghosting over your waistline as he strides further into the intricate hallways.

"I guess you're leading then.." You huff, rolling your eyes playfully. Giving him a cheeky smile as his expression becomes surprised once more. Bashfully looking away and back to your "destination." Wherever it might be...

-

Learning about you was something Link quite enjoyed. During his free time, he'd often go to your chambers. Or what you lovingly called "vacation cell," which he found odd. Yet he would laugh quietly at your mannerisms. You spoke of worlds that were similar to his own, some completely different!

You told him of your own world, a place with no monsters or creatures. Where the "Triforce" doesn't even exist. Where the prophecy he and his fellow Triforce holders had to follow was all but a story made by a man's imagination.

Besides that..

You showed him your device, which you called a "phone." Showing him photos of your world and the ones you've seen with your friends, or what you called "The Chain."

Often times, you would bring them up in conversation or would mumble about.

"If Time saw me lazing around in this room..."

"Legend would totally want that!"

"I bet Sky wishes for a bed like this! It's so squishy!"

"I miss Wilds cooking.."

You even one time asked a wondering fairy if she had seen your friend, whom you believed he was a "fairy prince."

The young man's pride would never admit it.. He yearned to have that connection you have with these "Hero's of Courage."

To make you light up brighter than the suns shine in the early mornings.

■HEADCANONS■

Prince Link is still the holder of the Triforce of Courage. While Zelda is still the chosen heroine of wisdom.

Prince Link is honestly a bit shy with (Y/N), yet he will be very blunt and honest when needed. Having grown up as royalty, he has lots of manners and adequate. He's respected and courageous like his alternates.

Yandere side: I can see him as bit.. Controlling. Where, he doesn't want you to fight with a bunch of burly heroes and get hurt fighting Moblins. He'd rather you stay with him in his world than get hurt.

He knows you can hold your own weight. But he cares a lot about you. You're unique, friendly, and attractive. So why in Hylias name would he let you get yourself killed?

His counterparts agree with him on the fact you needed to be worshiped and protected.

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[OOF- OK, So.. I had the urge and did this.. It's been on my mind and I couldn't help it. @cafecourage @cloudninetonine @gliphyartfan @my-insanity-is-an-artform @yanderelinkeduniverse the awesome blogs that helped me by getting be back to my Loz roots!]

#prince link #link #linked universe #yandere linked universe #linked universe x reader #linkeduniverse #link x you #link x reader #linked universe x y/n #lu four #lu four x reader #lu wild #lu wild x reader #lu time #lu sky #lu warriors #lu twilight #lu hyrule #lu legend #lu hyrule x reader #lu legend x reader #lu time x reader #lu twilight x reader #lu fic #lu first #first link x reader #lu sky x reader #lu warriors x reader #lu prince link #prince link x reader

[reccyls]

Sengoku Cat Cafe (Kasugayama edition)

This is a translation of the bonus cat POV (!!!) stories that are from the castle gacha I got the above image from. There are 3 stories:

3rd party (starring Funiko ≽^•⩊•^≼, a cute little black kitten)

Kasugayama (starring Joururi /ᐠﹷ ‸ ﹷ ᐟ\ﾉ, a classy calico lady)

Azuchi (starring Kabutomaru /ᐠ ˃ ⤙ ˂ マ Ⳋ, a tough and proud tuxedo boy)

Kasugayama story

(This is the most popular tea shop in Kasugayama.) (My name is Joururi. And it's time to get to work today!) (The rest of you, to your stations. It's time to open up shop.)

Kenshin: There really are cats here.

Kanetsugu: It seems to get quite crowded in the afternoon, so coming here early was the right choice.

Yoshimoto: The cats here all have such lovely coats. They must be very well-cared for.

Sasuke: Mai was right when she said that this must be the origin of cat cafes. Sasuke: It must be very calming to be around all those cats.

Yukimura: There's so many cats here, how do you tell them apart...

Shingen: Let's enjoy this shop that our goddess recommended to us, shall we?

(These are the guests of honor from a while ago!)

Joururi: Meow, meow.

Yukimura: This one looks friendly.

(Their clothes are fine, they're handsome, and they look rich. Perfect!)

Joururi: Meow, meow... meow?

(Don't just stand there, do come in.)

Kenshin & Kanetsugu: This is...

Yoshimoto & Shingen: ...quite...

Sasuke & Yukimura: ...amazing.

(Aren't I? I'm quite the beauty, after all!) (Now, in you get.)

Shingen: Are you the store greeter? What a lovely lady you are.

(Hmph, don't think of me as a mere greeter.)

Yukimura: Well, she does have a pretty cute face.

(Just my face? Excuse me?)

Yoshimoto: Isn't her fur just lovely too? Come here...

(Ooh, this one has the right petting technique!) (I'll rank him number one, but don't worry, I'm sure the rest of you are nice enough.)

Sasuke: She looks very friendly with you already, Yoshimoto. She's already cuddling.

Yoshimoto: Hmm... "Joururi"? Look, her name is printed on this tag. Yoshimoto: The owner of this store must truly love the arts. You've been given a very beautiful name, Joururi.

(Note: Joururi 浄瑠璃 is a type of traditional musical theater)

Joururi: Meow~

Kenshin: I wasn't aware that cats could look so proud.

Sasuke: A beautiful man and a beautiful cat... I'm sure there are artists who would kill to paint this.

Yoshimoto: You try petting her too, Sasuke. Here.

(Glasses? ...Hm, men with glasses aren't to my taste. Hya!)

Sasuke: ! She batted my glasses off my face... Joururi, do you not like me?

(...Ooh! Very nice!)

Yukimura: First she hits Sasuke's glasses, now she's purring at him. What's with the sudden change in attitude?

Kanetsugu: Perhaps she hates glasses?

(This one isn't bad either. Very nice eyes, very sharp... very passionate...) (I'll be borrowing your lap now!)

Kanetsugu: Hey! Don't just jump like that, it's dangerous...

(Put down your tea on the table now. Pet me instead.)

Joururi: Nyaaa...

(He smells nice. I'll definitely make him mine.) (There isn't a man alive who could resist my charms- Eh? Wha!?)

Other cats: Meow~ Meow~~~

Yukimura: Whoa, all of them are swarming here.

Sasuke: They're all surrounding Kanetsugu.

Shingen: What a wicked man you are, Kanetsugu. What's your secret for capturing the hearts of so many fair ladies?

Kanetsugu: ...I think I know what this is about.

Kenshin: So what is it?

Kanetsugu: I think they smell Raizou on me. I was handling him earlier today.

(...Now that you mention it, he does smell kind of mouse-ish. So that's what it was.) (But! His face is still excellent!)

Joururi: Meow meow meow!

Shingen: Kanetsugu, pass her to me.

(Hey, wait!)

Shingen: Come on now, don't act like that. Being held like this isn't so bad, is it?

(Ah... Big hands... wide chest...) (...This man is dangerous. He's oozing with sex appeal.)

Kanetsugu: She seems to be enjoying it.

Shingen: Would you spare me some of your attention, pretty lady?

(Oho, I see that you've fallen for my charms and you're now head over heels for me.)

Yukimura: She's gone completely limp.

(Hmm. Pass on that one.)

Yukimura: Hey, Joururi.

(Speaking so casually to me? How impudent.)

Yukimura: What do you think of this?

Joururi: Mya!? Meow meow!!

Yukimura: It's pretty rough, but I think it turned out okay. It's a handmade cat toy.

Joururi: Meow...! ...Meow!!

(*panting*... You've got some nerve trying to bribe me.) (But... well, you are right. It's not half bad.)

Kenshin: And she's now licking her paw.

Sasuke: I suppose she wants to groom herself after running around after the toy.

Kenshin: Joururi.

Joururi: ! ...Meow?

Kenshin: Come here.

(W-what is this? There's something about his voice that's just irresistible...) (There's something about this man that just draws you in.)

Sasuke: She's purring quite loudly.

Kanetsugu: It's an honor for you to be petted by Lord Kenshin, Joururi.

(I don't know about 'honor', but it does feel very nice... I could get used to this.)

Other cats: Meow~ Meow~~

Kenshin: They've gathered.

Sasuke: So not even cats are immune to Lord Kenshin's charisma.

Kenshin: Mai would enjoy herself if she were here surrounded by all these cats.

(Don't pay attention to any of them, just keep petting me~)

Shopkeeper: Welcome, sirs. If you'd like to feed the cats, we have some food prepared here.

Kanetsugu: We'll take some. I suppose we just have to pass them out?

Shopkeeper: Yes, sir, of course... This little one is adorable, isn't she? Shopkeeper: She was originally a stray, but I couldn't help myself after seeing how cute she was, so I adopted her. Shopkeeper: And now I couldn't ask for a better partner.

(Well, I am the face of this store, after all.)

Sasuke: That's quite a smug look you have there, Joururi.

Yukimura: You like it when we give you compliments, don't you?

Yoshimoto: She is very beautiful indeed. There's much to compliment about her.

Kanetsugu: It's a good thing we were able to preview this place, Lord Kenshin.

Kenshin: It is.

Shingen: You'll probably be getting another guest very soon, Joururi. Do be nice to her, okay?

(I don't know who they're talking about... but well, it looks like they're all completely hopelessly bound by my charms.)

Joururi: Meow!

Yoshimoto: You'll let me pet you a little longer, won't you, Joururi?

Sasuke: I'll take off my glasses, so let me pet you too.

(Surrounded by handsome men and complimented all day... Ah, life is great.)

#ikemen sengoku #yukimura (ikesen) #shingen (ikesen) #yoshimoto (ikesen) #sasuke (ikesen) #kenshin (ikesen) #kanetsugu (ikesen) #my translation

[mikqls0n]

I had a smut request from @i-beg-you-pardon-laufeyson but I accidentally deleted it but it said:” hya! I totally love your work! It’s so incredibly written. I dont Know if you would want to do this but if you are taking prompts then could you do a smutty jamie or one of his characters fic or Drabble or whatever with the song “bad habit” most especially the lyrics “I wish I knew you wanted me””

So first thank you for loving my ff🫶 and then, I really wanted to write this but didn’t knew what a prompt is so did some research and hope it’s right 😭 hope u still enjoy:)[NOT EDITED!]

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Jace Herondale x fem!reader

There he was. The blond hair, beautiful blue/gold eyes and a voice no girl could ever say no to.

Yet there he also was, dating your sister clary fray as this wasn’t enough, she just had to mention it every minute possible. As if she was something special.

You had liked jace for a long time now- almost a year to be exact. The tension between you two was viable and people would ask you if you were a couple, to which you always replied with a simple “no”, not giving jace a chance to say anything. Although he always would look disappointed with your answer, which you clearly never saw.

Now you were here in your room- in the institute as clary talked your full of how annoying jace was and that he acts like he doesn’t even love her.

“I mean y/n, can you maybe talk to jace? I don’t know what to say, I can’t just go to him and be like “hey jace do you really love me?” Like that’s embarrassing” she said to me.

“Um- clary I really think you should talk to him yourself about things like that-“

“Please! I Just Can’t ok, he’s kind of ignoring me these past days I don’t think he will talk to me now, so please. And I’ve been noticing you’ve got pretty close with him huh”

“Are you jealous?” I asked her as her face expression already told me the answer.

“Wh-what no!” She laughed.

“Okay, whatever. Fine I will talk to jace about it but only because you’re my sister..”

“Thank You!” She hugged me and I wrapped my arms around her too.

———

You definitely were not going to talk to jace about clary.

“Jace?” I knocked on his door.

There was silence at first until you heard the door open and you were met with jace.

“What do you want?” He asked, his voice almost making you forgot of why you’re even here.

“I- uhm, can we talk?”your voice stuttered.

“Yeah sure, come in” he held the door open for you as you step into his room when jace looked the door.

“So what is it that you wanna talk about?”you both sat on the edge of his bed. Jace leaning his back against the wall while you were sitting in front of him.

“Uhm..” you didn’t know what to say, as you were literally about to confess your feelings to the boy who has a girlfriend- which happens to be your sister too.

“What? Why are you getting so red?” He smirked as you turned your face to the side, brushing it off with a laugh.

“No but seriously, what is it?”

I can’t do this.”um so clary said-“ he cuts your off.

“Can we please, not talk about clary?” He asked.

“What- why? She told me that you’ve been distanced from her and doesn’t know why”he sighed as he liked his lips before sitting up straight.

“You’re so blind y/n…” you both could feel the tension in the room between you two.

“I- I really should go, to clary..” you quickly stood up and as you were about to open the door you were being turned around and pushed against the door as you felt a pair of soft lips against yours.

You didn’t even realised what has happened so quick but also didn’t hesitate to wrap your arms around jace’s neck and pulling him closer to you.

“Jace, we can’t clary-“

“I don’t give a shit about clary, didn’t she tell you we broke up weeks ago? Fuck y/n I’ve always loved you. You just never gave me a chance to show you that..” you didn’t answer as you pulled his lips to yours again.

Jace slowly picked you up from the ground and wrapped your legs around his waist as he walked over to his bed.

Your back falling down onto the mattress as jace climbs on top of you and immediately attached his lips to your neck.

“Jace” you moaned as he sucked on the soft skin while he slowly rocked his hips against yours.

Your hand goes up to his blonde hair as you turned your head, giving him a better view of your neck.

“Please jace, I want you” you whine as you bucked up your hips to his, wanting to feel something of him.

He pulled his lips away from you neck as he stood up and unbuckled his belt and took off his black jeans, followed with his boxers, revealing his already hard cock as he took off his shirt too when he got on the bed again.

“You want me so bad?” He flipped you over so you were sat on top of him as he laid down on his back

“Go on, im all yours” He said as you took off your clothes before sitting on dick,gaining some friction when slight moans came out of jace’s mouth as his hands were placed on your hips moving your hips slightly back and forth making you grab the headboard.

“Is the door looked?” You asked as jace’s movements stopped, the need to be inside you growing.

“Yes, yes it’s locked now please- ah fuckkkk..” you had lined him up to you so you could smoothly slide him into you when You let yourself fall down onto him, causing his whole length to be buried inside you as you let out a gasp at the size oh him being inside you.

“Fuck it..”jace mumbled as his grip got stronger on your waist and he flipped you both over again as he waisted no time and began to pound into you, hitting you g spot over and over again.

“Jace, im- im..”the pleasure beginning to take over you as jace lips found its way to your neck again.

You wrapped your legs around jace waist pulling him deeper inside you with every thrust.

“Fuck y/n, I wish I knew you wanted me earlier , I would’ve done this months ago” you both felt your orgasm getting closer to the edge as the feeling of you clenching around jace’s cock, and the twitch of him inside you made it worse as you both couldn’t hold it anymore and your warm cum mixed together as jace collapse on top of you, still inside you filling you up.

You didn’t know how clary would react if she would find out about this, but you sure know, you will never regret this.

#jace has too many last names #jace herondale #jace herondale smut #jace herondale x reader #jace wayland #jace wayland smut #jace wayland x reader #jace wayland x y/n #jamie bower #jamie cambell bower #jamie campbell bower #jamie campbell smut #jamie campbell imagine #jamie bower fluff

[applestruda]

Hya, I just want to first say your boatem knights au is a gift from the gods, I have been very obsessed with it lately, my friends are telling me it unhealthy but like how could i not be obsessed with the little guys.

Second is Geminitay in the au? If she is, is she like a idk a faun or something. That's how I always pictured her in the au.

Again your au is incredible. I love, love, love it

Thanks! As for the gem question, I didn't have a whole lot of plans for her, at this point I don't know how many more hermits I want to add/make designs for,,,

This isn't to say she isn't in like, the world of the au, I'm sure all hermits are, like I said I just don't have any plans for her.

Tho faun gem is such a good idea

#boatem knights au #struda responds

[12raccoonsinadress]

hya!! your writing is incredible!!! if you could do a kirishima x reader, or another iida x reader (both fem reader) where its a first time using bondage? reader can be sub or dom- jus want some soft and spicy writing <3 thanks!!! (p.s- i know i already said this but your writing is so good omggggg HELP)

Knots For Dummies : Kirishima x Fem!Reader (Smut)

Note : Thank you so much! I hope you enjoy this one too ~ 💚

Word Count : 2,282

Third POV

You had to try not to laugh at your boyfriend as he tried his damnedest to tie you up in some complicated rope harness he saw online. It was one of those intricate designs that went from your shoulders down to your thighs, leaving you completely at his mercy, arms behind your back, and thighs spread open. However, he underestimated its difficulty when deciding it was what he wanted to do, so now you sat in bed naked, one arm sorta tied behind your back and your chest bound in a way that vaguely resembled the picture he had shown you.

"Are you sure you wouldn't rather choose a less complicated-"

He cut you off, a little frustrated.

"No, no, I got it."

You shook your head, smiling as he continued to try and tie you up. He focused hard for a while before he took a long pause and realized he had been doing it backwards. He groaned, frustrated, and flopped back onto the bed. You easily slipped out of the ropes to go and console him.

"Hey, it's ok. We can always try it another time. Or maybe start with something a little easier?"

He looked at you, his expression softening from frustration to simply being in love with you.

"Do you think they make pre-tied harnesses?"

You laughed softly, kissing his cheek.

"I could always try tying you up instead."

He chuckled, sitting up again.

"Oh yeah? You think you can do better?"

You put your hands on your hips.

"I can't do worse."

You teased. He handed you the rope and his phone which had the tutorial on it.

"I'd like to see you try, princess."

You took that as a challenge. You were now determined to successfully tie up your boyfriend, no matter what it takes. You looked closely at each step, going slower than he had, but you seemed to be doing better already, much to both of your surprise. Once he realized his hands were securely fastened to his sides he blushed.

"Ok, ok, you proved your point. You uh. You can let me out now."

He squirmed a bit. You smirked.

"Oh yeah? Why should I?"

He grinned a bit nervously, trying to play it cool.

"Come on now, princess. You don't mean that. Wouldn't you rather be the one tied up?"

Typically, yes. After all, you really did like the sound of being at his mercy. However, having him at your mercy was just as good. You trailed a hand down his chest.

"Maybe. Or maybe I'd rather take advantage of having you all tied up~"

You said in a sultry tone. He seemed a little shocked at the sudden turnaround. You noted the surprise on his face. You put your hand on his knee.

"If it's something you really don't want though, tell me ok?"

Despite having fun with this, you wouldn't push him too far. You loved him after all. He sighed a bit, but smiled softly at you.

"I can see when I've lost."

You kissed him sweetly. Your big handsome dork. When you pulled back you smirked again, moving back to admire him.

"I should tie you up more often. Ropes look good on you."

"You think so?"

He joked. It was cute that he was still smiling even though you pulled a 180 on him.

"Absolutely."

You looked him over, simply admiring your boyfriend. Your eyes landed on his crotch and you giggled a bit, leaning into him.

"Seems like someone's enjoying being tied up."

You cooed. He blushed looking away a bit as he explained himself.

"Well, I mean. It's not cause I'm tied up or anything. It's just because my beautiful girlfriend is sitting in front of me being all naked and beautiful."

You laughed softly, running your hand down his chest, stopping just before you reached his dick. He huffed a bit softly.

"Oh, come on. You don't gotta be a tease too."

You found it both extremely sexy and funny that you had so much power over him. You leaned in to kiss him passionately. He was somewhat surprised at first at the suddenness of it, but he kissed you back, matching your intensity. You placed your hands on his chest, and you could feel him straining against the ropes, leaning towards you. When you pulled back he looked at you in near awe.

"You have no idea how badly I want to touch you right now.."

He said in a low, almost needy voice. You felt his words shoot straight through your body in the lewdest and most delightful way. You pulled away from him, much to his dismay. You sat in front of him, legs spread. He looked at you a little lost. You smiled, lightly starting to touch yourself.

"I need to prep myself, don't I?"

You asked innocently. He groaned a bit. It was the exact effect you wanted to have on him. He couldn't look away from you. You teased yourself a bit just watching his face, the way his eyes were glazed over in lust, how his mouth hung open the slightest bit, and how his face was dusted over with a strong pinkish-red color. You smiled a bit, admiring his needy expression. You brought your other hand up to start playing with one of your breasts. He looked like you insulted him.

"Come on, baby, please, you know I could treat you so good if you let me touch you."

Hearing him practically begging you to let him touch you made you only want to prolong this. You wondered how long he'd be able to keep a semblance of composure before he'd dissolve completely into whining for you. You wanted to get him to that point. You continued to teasingly play with yourself as he watched on in desperation. You slowly started to push a finger into yourself. He huffed a bit. You kept your movements slow and your legs spread wide so he could see every moment of you touching yourself. His hips suddenly made a bit of a jerking motion. He blushed, just about as surprised as you were.

"Someone's getting a bit needy."

You noted playfully.

"You're such a brat sometimes, you know that?"

He was clearly distraught, but he didn't seem genuinely upset. Just ungodly horny for you. You acting offended by his comment.

"Are you really in a position to be making those kinds of rude comments?"

He groaned a bit. You continued to touch yourself at a leisurely pace. He continued to watch you, completely helpless. You added a second finger, making a soft noise as you did, which was followed by a pained noise from your needy boyfriend. You noticed how he had started to ever so slightly rock his hips in place. It was kinda hot how badly he needed you by now. You decided to be merciful now, actually working on stretching yourself for him. You pushed your two fingers deeper, scissoring them a bit. You curled them inside, moaning softly. Before you could pull your fingers out you watched as Eijiro, finally at his limit and with no stimulation at all, came. He groaned, his head falling back. You looked at him wide-eyed. You didn't at all expect to be able to get him off by just making him watch you.

But fuck was it hot.

He slowly regained his composure, definitely embarrassed by the whole ordeal. You couldn't wipe the deep blush off your face.

"Fuck.. Sorry, I... I couldn't help it."

With this scenario, you weren't sure how to continue. Your original plan was to ride him while he was all helpless, but now that he had already gotten off, you were a bit stumped. He seemed to pick up on that.

"Hey. Uh. You should untie me now."

"Oh, sure, yeah."

You came back to reality, going over and getting him untied.

"So now wha-"

He cut you off quickly by picking you up and putting you on your back on the bed. He took the ropes you had him tied up with and decided to make up his own knots and tie your hands up above your head. You looked up at him in complete surprise.

"What? You didn't think I was gonna leave my princess hanging, did you?"

He leaned down, speaking in a low, soft voice by your ear.

"You should know me better than that by now, sweetheart."

You tried to lean up, tugging at the ropes, but if absolutely nothing else he was good at basic knots. You were stuck now. He kissed your neck, being greedy with his hands and touching you in all the places he'd wanted to while he was tied up. Your chest, waist, hips, thighs. All his now. He kissed down your body, and you could already see where this was going. He scooted down the bed so his face could rest between your legs. You looked down at him and he smirked before firmly pressing his hands to your thighs and his face between your legs. You whined a bit as he did. You would never deny the fact that he was amazing with his mouth, despite his sharp teeth. He squeezed your thighs firmly, holding you in place despite your squirming beneath him. Between how worked up you had gotten yourself and how incredibly hot he looked eating you out while you were completely helpless, you weren't sure you'd last long like this. He kept up his motions, wanting absolutely nothing more than make you cum for him. You whined, tugging and pulling on the ropes, squirming under his tight hold, but he was relentless. You were finally pushed past your limit when he shoved two fingers inside of you, curling them, while his tongue focused on your clit. You moaned out, arching your back as you did. He worked you through it, slowly pulling back once you'd relaxed. He leaned back, looking down at you.

"You are so beautiful."

He said breathlessly, gently rubbing your thighs. He just did that for a little bit, massaging your thighs and your hips.

"Aren't you gonna untie me?"

You tugged on the ropes lightly. He smirked a bit.

"Already? I'm not done with you yet though, sweetheart."

He wrapped your legs around his hips and you could feel it. To absolutely no surprise, he was all ready to go again. You laughed a bit breathlessly.

"Round 2 already?"

"What can I say? Seeing you moaning all sexy like that for me... Anyone would be crazy not to get turned on by that."

He slowly started to tease to push in. You bit the inside of your lip softly. You were in no way complaining about going again. He always made you feel so good. He teased you for a little bit, gently rocking his hips against yours so you could just feel him almost start to push in before he took it away again. You huffed softly. He chuckled.

"Consider this payback for all your teasing earlier."

You let a small whine and he smirked. You glared at him, though somewhat pathetically, and he responded by thrusting his hips further, pushing in about halfway. You choked out a gasp at the suddenness of the feeling. He groaned lowly, slowly rocking his hips, pushing a little deeper each time until he was fully inside of you. He stopped once he was completely pushed in, just taking a moment to admire how beautiful you looked beneath him, stuffed with his cock and all needy for him. He could simply never get enough of you and your stunning beauty. You tugged more on the ropes and he chuckled breathily.

"Now, come on, sweetheart... That's not how we ask for things we want, is it?"

He teased you. You whined in response.

"Eijiro, please."

That seemed to satisfy him because the moment those words left your mouth, his hips started moving at a decent pace. He wasted no time in speeding up, holding onto your hips, and squeezing tight. If nothing else, he was determined to make you feel as good as possible while also chasing his own high. He was addicted to you, how you sounded moaning beneath him, how you looked with your hands tied up and eyes rolling back in pleasure, and how you felt squeezing around his cock while he did everything in his power to please you.

And he was definitely pleasing you. You squirmed beneath him, feeling that all too familiar feeling building up inside of you. Your moans got louder, begging him for more. He pushed harder, deeper. You cried out, back arching as he kept his pace, making sure you'd gotten through it completely before he pulled out, finishing on your stomach and chest. He sat there breathlessly for a long moment, the only sound in the room being that of both of your breathing. He leaned down to gently kiss you.

"How was that, baby? Too much? Not enough?"

You smiled softly up at him.

"Perfect."

He smiled, kissing your cheek before leaning back up so he could untie your wrists. He set the rope aside before grabbing something to clean you up with. He then laid down beside you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close to his chest.

"Need anything? Anything at all?"

"Just you."

You smiled, snuggling into your boyfriend. He pulled the blanket up over you both, keeping you cuddled nice and close. You yawned. He smiled.

"Sleep up, sweetheart. Because tomorrow I am getting that harness thing right."

You laughed softly before eventually drifting off to sleep in his arms.

#mha #bnha #fanfic #mha fanfiction #mha smut #mha headcanons #bnha fanfiction #bnha kirishima #mha kirishima #mha eijirou #kirishima eijiro x y/n #kirishima x reader

[hyac1nthus]

I find it funny when I draw Hyacinthus (after death) he’s got all his hyacinth flowers blooming around his face bc me 2 years ago said it was silly. Like since he’s got an eternal bleeding scar here it’s got hyacinth petals covering his face bc of the yk, how Apollo turned his blood into the flower. So basically whenever my undead after death whatever Hyacinthus bleeds, flower petals just blooms. Oh and also thinking about how Daphne and Hyacinthus were portrayed as siblings in one telling of the myth of Daphne.

Daphne :: he is the worst. I don’t understand what you see in him.

Hyacinthus, his view covered by flowers :: girl I can’t even see.

I’ll probably draw more of Hya and Apollo hoouhhh they have been the couple who’s rotting my brain for like 3 years now

#Hya hivemind #hyacinthus #Daphne #apollo #greek myth #my silly flower prince houhhhh

[shiningwonderland]

Ai Mikaze (All Star)

Translator: Nadie (twitter: nmoniag) Proofreader: Raz (twitter: agnadance) Editors: Whitney (twitter: whitormiss), Terry (twitter: turtlemudge), Mae (twitter: itoshikimaegirl)

Chapter Four — Dreaming at the Aquarium

Syo Kurusu: Aight—let's go! Happy New Year!!

Natsuki Shinomiya: Happy New Year!!

Ai Mikaze: Right, Happy New Year.

This is the first time the former Master Course mentor and trainee group are seeing each other after entering the New Year.

At Mikaze-senpai's greeting, Syo-kun pitches forward.

Syo Kurusu: C'mon, Ai! Since it's the new year, you should be more energetic, you hear?

Ai Mikaze: Even if you say that, this is just how I usually am. If I were suddenly in high spirits as soon as the new year started, that would be scary right?

Syo-kun answers with a wry smile that yes, it would be scary.

Haruka Nanami: We haven't seen Shinomiya-san and Syo-kun since the Christmas Live.

Natsuki Shinomiya: That's right~! Since all four of us are gathered here, let's have some fun!!

After the successful Christmas Live, I was spending the winter vacation at my parents' house when I received a text from Syo-kun.

It was an invitation to the first shrine visit of the year.

We decided to visit the shrine near our agency together with Shinomiya-san for New Year's.

At the end of the text he added: “We'll also try to invite Ai.”

The shrine, which Syo-kun chose specifically, is located within the grounds of Saotome Academy. As such, ordinary people don't go there, which means that we can take our time.

Syo-kun and Shinomiya-san also said that they want Mikaze-senpai to relax for a bit, since he went through a lot at the end of last year.

Haruka Nanami The year just started, but I'm so glad we were able to align our schedules!

Syo Kurusu: And also, look at that kimono!! A long-sleeved one for the new year!! It really boosts the mood!!

Syo-kun pushes my back and I take a step forward in Senpai's direction.

Haruka Nanami: Ah, yes! There just happened to be a long-sleeved kimono at my parents' house.

I came dressed up in a long-sleeved kimono today.

Mikaze-senpai eyes me with a curious hum.

Ai Mikaze: It looks very difficult to move in, are you alright?

Haruka Nanami: Yes, well, as long as you know the trick to it, it's alright. Still, I can't walk very quickly....

I'm not used to wearing a kimono and traditional sandals, so I'm not able to move very well....

Natsuki Shinomiya: Are you alright? Shall I hold you by the hand?

Haruka Nanami: No, I'm fine—hya?!

—Is what I try to say, but just as it looks like I'm about to fall, Mikaze-senpai supports me by smoothly taking my hand.

Haruka Nanami: T… Thank you very much....

Ai Mikaze: That's dangerous…. At this rate, I won't be able to take my eyes off of you! If you knew that it'd be hard to move in, then why did you decide to wear a kimono today?

Haruka Nanami: Uh, w-well....

Select the phrase!

Because Mikaze-senpai is here… (+20 Love)

Haruka Nanami: They may just be clothes, but if they could help Mikaze-senpai feel even a bit of the New Year's spirit then....

Ai Mikaze: You did it for me?

Mikaze-senpai blanks out for a moment, then takes a long look at my outfit.

Ai Mikaze: I see—it's not bad. It's nice to be dressed up to the nines. You also look more mature than usual. How peculiar.

Haruka Nanami: Eh—! T-thank you very much....

Receiving a compliment suddenly takes me by surprise. Senpai saying these things....

Ai Mikaze: That said, since you aren't used to walking in that, we can't make any progress which is quite troubling. Come on, let's go.

Mikaze-senpai takes my hand once again and starts walking.

Ai Mikaze: If you're careless, you will trip again.... There's a step right in front of you, so be careful. Over there is mud, so don't step into it.

Mikaze-senpai quickly urges me to mind my footing, taking my hand as we walk.

Somehow, Mikaze-senpai is like a big brother today.

Syo Kurusu: Whoa Ai, that's bold. Truly, like a real robot I guess....

Natsuki Shinomiya: Ai-chan, that's not fair! I wanted to hold hands as well!!

I turn bright red as I hear Syo-kun's and Shinomiya-san's voices behind me.

Because it's New Year's (+10 Love)

Haruka Nanami: Because it's New Year's, I thought it would be good to wear something festive....

Ai Mikaze: I see. The first shrine visit of the new year is a Japanese custom. That's why it's indeed logical to dress in traditional Japanese clothing....

Haruka Nanami: Does it suit me?

”It's not bad,” he mumbles. Since I'm not used to walking in these clothes, he lends me his hand all the way to the shrine.

I just did… (+0 Love)

Haruka Nanami: As for the reason, I… I just did.

I'm embarrassed because I did my best putting this kimono on and coming here, so I dodge the question.

Ai Mikaze: You mean to tell me that you wore such a troublesome outfit because you “just happened to”? You sure are something else....

Mikaze-senpai tilts his head.

I should have been honest after all....

Just as I'm growing accustomed to the unfamiliar kimono, we arrive at the main shrine.

Without delay, we prepare to pray together, but....

Ai Mikaze: Syo! Natsuki! Stop!!

We want to pay homage, but when he sees us move on our own, Mikaze-senpai calls out to us.

Syo Kurusu: Hm? Whoa!? Ai, what's gotten into you all of a sudden??

With his full strength, Mikaze-senpai pulls Syo-kun back by his collar and Shinomiya-san by his arm.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Ahh! Our monetary offerings....

As Senpai keeps pulling the two of them, he turns to face me.

Ai Mikaze: Yes, you too! Everyone, gather in front of the shrine gate for a moment!

We find ourselves right back where we started as we assemble in front of the shrine gate.

Mikaze-senpai looks at us with a serious expression, then opens his mouth.

Ai Mikaze: Listen. Because you guys said that you wanted to attend the first shrine visit of the year, I actually researched and studied the common method of offering prayers in advance.

Really now, you invited me but can't even do it properly yourselves?

Haruka Nanami: Yes… I'm sorry.

Ai Mikaze: The basics of offering prayers at the shrine is two bows, two claps, and a third bow. First, you pass under the shrine gate and purify both of your hands in the water provided for hand washing. At the main shrine, you ring the bell and only after that do you put your monetary offerings in!

Natsuki Shinomiya: Um, you pass under the shrine gate and....

Haruka Nanami: Ah! The water is over there!

Awkwardly, we start moving.

Mikaze-senpai observes the situation with crossed arms like a demonic sergeant.

And like that, we finally reach the offering box​.

Ai Mikaze: Now, keeping your back straight, bend your upper body deeply at a right angle and bow twice.… Like this. Got it?

Haruka Nanami: Right angle.… Perhaps like this?

I bow and lift my head, to which Mikaze-senpai nods and says that it's good.

Syo-kun is putting what he heard into practice next to me, but....

Ai Mikaze: Not like that, Syo! Don't hunch your back, bring it down to a ninety degree angle! Right, now hold it there!

Mikaze-senpai shouts words of encouragement.

Haruka Nanami: That's it, Syo-kun! Keep fighting!

Syo Kurusu: Uh… this… is pretty hard on your back....

Syo-kun groans painfully.

Ai Mikaze: Did you all do it properly? Next, we will clap our hands two times. Now, on my count!

We all line up next to each other and clap our hands.

Ai Mikaze: Then we press both hands together in prayer​. Here, you say your name and address and... recite your wish.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Hello~ Nice to meet you, I am Natsuki Shinomiya.

Suddenly, Shinomiya-san faces the main shrine and starts a conversation.

Ai Mikaze: You don't have to say it out loud.

Still, we hear mumbling as he recites his wish.

Syo-kun carefully wishes for something as well.

Haruka Nanami: A wish, huh....

I cast a fleeting glance to my side, where Senpai is standing silently with his eyes closed.

I wonder what he’s wishing for…. Is it related to work perhaps?

Ai Mikaze: Mm… did you all wish for something?

Mikaze-senpai carefully opens his eyes and looks my way.

Haruka Nanami: Y-yes! Senpai… what did you wish for?

Ai Mikaze: That's a secret. To begin with, I am a robot, so I wonder if the gods would listen to the wish of someone who isn't even human?

Senpai looks up at the main shrine.

Haruka Nanami: B-but of course they would! As long as you wholeheartedly wish for it, they will surely listen!

Senpai smiles at my words.

Ai Mikaze: Wholeheartedly… hm? I wanted to do it my way, but I wonder if my words managed to reach them properly.

While Shinomiya-san and Syo-kun continue to pray, Mikaze-senpai and I both look up at the sky.

Once we are done making our wishes, we bow two times just as Senpai taught us.

Syo Kurusu: Yeah yeah, at a right angle, I know. Um… was it like this?

Ai Mikaze: No. It's still at eighty-five degrees! Straighten your back properly!

Syo Kurusu: So stingy!! You can let five degrees pass!

Our visit ends noisily, and we return to the shrine gate once more.

Syo Kurusu: Ahh… somehow I'm really tired.… Feels like I went through hell....

Haruka Nanami: But Mikaze-senpai researched everything so diligently. Doesn't that mean that he was actually looking forward to it quite a lot?

Natsuki Shinomiya: Oh? Ai-chan, what is it?

Looking over, I see Mikaze-senpai staring at the place that sells fortunes.

Syo Kurusu: What's that? Ai, are you interested in fortunes? Aight, then let's do it!!

Ai Mikaze: Eh? I never said that I was interested....

Syo-kun pulls Mikaze-senpai along and runs to the place selling fortunes.

Syo Kurusu: Okay, here I go! Come to me, great fortune, great fortune​…. Go—! Uh… “small fortune”?

Natsuki Shinomiya: Ah, mine was average fortune. It says: “You will find what you lost.” Maybe my Piyo-chan keyholder, which I lost during spring cleaning, will appear again?

Syo Kurusu: Right. No wait, isn't it usually the other way around? How do you lose something during spring cleaning? And, what about you?

Syo-kun looks at me.

Haruka Nanami: Um… I got....

Ah—! Great fortune​, it's great fortune​!!

Syo Kurusu: Whoa, amazing!!

Natsuki Shinomiya: That's great! Victory at the Song Festival will surely be yours!!

Ai Mikaze: Why? What's your evidence? Can you trust what is written on that paper to that extent?

Mikaze-senpai says this as if truly thinking of us as strange for getting so excited.

Syo Kurusu: No, no, there is none. But still, no need to be a killjoy~

Natsuki Shinomiya: That's right! Because it's a test of luck. Here Ai-chan, you try and pull one as well!

Shinomiya-san hands the box of fortunes to Mikaze-senpai.

Ai Mikaze: Well… if that's the case. I will try it just this once, though....

And just like that, Mikaze-senpai pulls out a fortune.

Ai Mikaze: There you go.

Mikaze-senpai shows us the fortune he pulled.

Haruka Nanami: What—!?

He unfolds the fortune paper, and the words “catastrophic misfortune” leap out at us in bold, black letters.

It comes as such a shock that no one says a word, and the grounds of the shrine fall completely silent.

Ai Mikaze: Catastrophic misfortune…. Which means it's even worse than bad, right?

Syo Kurusu: Oof.... Terrible luck, right at the start of the new year....

Syo-kun gulps in a state of disbelief.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Ai-chan… you poor thing....

Ahh, what should I do?

Mikaze-senpai is frozen in place, holding his fortune.

It must be quite the shock. I have to do something to console him....

Select the phrase!

Catastrophic fortune is rare! (+15 Love)

There's no other way. We have to overcome this confidently!

Haruka Nanami: Mikaze-senpai! The number of catastrophic fortunes in the box is really low! It's like a rare card, so to speak!

Ai Mikaze: Eh?! What's come over you all of a sudden?

I try to evoke Senpai's usual speech style in order to convince him as best as possible.

Haruka Nanami: Because you pulled the lowest-rank fortune, you can only get better ones from now on. I think you can call this a conversely good result. Probably.

Shinomiya-san and Syo-kun clap their hands, expressing their awe and going "Ooh…" in response.

Mikaze-senpai lifts his eyes up from the fortune and looks at me again.

Ai Mikaze: Oh? That's a pretty rational explanation coming from you. Thinking of it that way it can actually be seen as a good thing.

Mikaze-senpai says that, seemingly satisfied with his fortune.

Thank goodness. It seems like I was able to convince him.

They say it is a good omen in the southwest (+10 Love)

Haruka Nanami: But it seems that in the southwest, it is a good omen!

I say as I peer at the fortune.

Ai Mikaze: Southwest… Like the southern islands?

Haruka Nanami: The southern islands! That sounds good!

Ai Mikaze: But we don't have time to go there for vacation. How about at least taking the southern route from the studio to the office?

Mikaze-senpai starts thinking of various routes to the office.

He seems to be giving it a lot of thought.

Fortunes are just superstition (+0 Love)

Haruka Nanami: Fortunes are just superstition!

I answer with all my might.

Syo Kurusu: Hold on, should you really be saying that at a shrine?

Ai Mikaze: But earlier you were so delighted when you pulled great fortune​.

Haruka Nanami: Ugh, that's right, but… it's just superstition.

Ai Mikaze: That is not at all persuasive....

Mikaze-senpai says while gazing at me.

I might have said something unnecessary.

Syo Kurusu: Well, don't worry about it too much. It's just a test of luck!

Mikaze-senpai looks at his terrible fortune for a moment, then turns on his heel.

Ai Mikaze: Give me a minute. I will test it by pulling another one.

Haruka Nanami: Wha—Senpai?!

As we stand there dumbfounded, Mikaze-senpai vigorously rattles the fortune box one more time.

Haruka Nanami: Mikaze-senpai, how did it go?

Ai Mikaze: … Catastrophic misfortune.

Once again, Mikaze-senpai unfolds the fortune and the bold, black letters saying “catastrophic misfortune” jump out.

Syo Kurusu: Whaaaat?! For real?

Natsuki Shinomiya: Ah, you're right. Ai-chan, you really are amazing~

Not just once, but twice! Senpai is incredible​.

Mikaze-senpai carefully refolds the paper and goes back to the stall once again.

Haruka Nanami: Um, Mikaze-senpai…?

He turns around at my call and nods as if to tell me that this time will be alright.

After that, Senpai keeps pulling new fortunes, but frighteningly, they all come back as "catastrophic misfortune."

The people at the stall also watch over each of his moves.

Even the grandmother at the charm shop starts cheering for him desperately.

In the end, even priests come and start praying....

With great difficulty, he finally pulls “future fortune,” at which the people at the shrine begin to clap for him.

Ai Mikaze: Future fortune, huh? Well, this is fine.

Mikaze-senpai turns while waving around the fortune he just pulled.

Syo Kurusu: No, now that you have something more valuable than catastrophic misfortune, take it home carefully.

Ai Mikaze: Is that so? I guess I don't need these anymore, then....

He says that and is about to throw the catastrophic misfortunes into the bin when I rush to stop him.

Haruka Nanami: Don't do that! You take them and like this… you tie them to the branch of a shrine tree!

I take one of Mikaze-senpai's catastrophic misfortunes, folding it lengthwise into a narrow strip before tying it to the branch of a nearby tree.

Haruka Nanami: This way, the gods will take away your bad luck.

“Is that so?” Mikaze-senpai mumbles. With his slender fingers, he skillfully folds the fortunes and ties them to the branch of the tree in succession.

Once we finish tying them all up, we look up at the tree anew.

Haruka Nanami: It looks a bit like white flower blossoms, right?

Ai Mikaze: I see them as bird feathers.

Leaving behind the fortune trees that could basically be seen as an art display...

… we take a break after buying amazake from one of the stalls.

Surprisingly, Mikaze-senpai also says that he wants to give it a try.

Ai Mikaze: Mh… this has a peculiar taste.... It's different from what I expected. That, and it's pulpy.

Mikaze-senpai gives the amazake cup a piercing stare.

Haruka Nanami: But it does warm you up.

Ai Mikaze: Yes, that's true. It's getting warm around my chest. It feels good.

Maybe because he’s taken a liking to it, Senpai takes another long sip of the amazake.

Syo Kurusu: So, how is the preparation for the Song Festival going? Are you about to start meeting up to discuss it?

Ai Mikaze: Mm, I was thinking about starting once the new year began. That's fine, right?

Haruka Nanami: Y-yes! Gladly!

Syo Kurusu: Ai's solo song, huh…. If it's Ai, he can sing anything. So what kind of song do you intend to make?

Haruka Nanami: Well....

I give Mikaze-senpai—seated next to me—a sidelong glance​.

Select the phrase!

Ballad (+15 Love)

Haruka Nanami: In order to show off his beautiful singing voice... maybe a gentle ballad....

Syo Kurusu: Ooh… a ballad, huh.... That is certainly different from his current image. I'd be interested in seeing that.

Natsuki Shinomiya: You're right. Ai-chan is always cute, but I would also love to see Ai-chan's mature side!

Ah, it looks like the two of them are showing some interest.

Techno (+10 Love)

Haruka Nanami: Since it’s Mikaze-senpai, I think the techno genre would fit him perfectly....

In fact, a lot of his songs seem to be of the digital kind.

Syo Kurusu: I mean, yeah, it fits his style perfectly. But, well... that's no different to his current releases.

Haruka Nanami: That's… true....

It's not like continuing the same pattern is forbidden, but if possible, I really would like to show a new side of Mikaze-senpai.

Rock (+0 Love)

Haruka Nanami: Um, how about rock?

Natsuki Shinomiya: Hmm, surely Ai-chan could sing rock really well, but....

“Perhaps it doesn't fit him that well.” Shinomiya-san tilts his head.

Haruka Nanami: Maybe it evokes a stronger image of Kurosaki-senpai.

“That's probably it,” Shinomiya-san agrees, nodding.

Syo Kurusu: How about you, Ai? Don't you have a kind of song you'd like to sing?

Syo-kun turns and asks Mikaze-senpai, who's been quiet so far.

Ai Mikaze: Right, I.... A love song… maybe?

Syo Kurusu: L-love song!? You—?! Love… love is…!

Syo-kun stands up from his spot and stares at Mikaze-senpai with wide eyes.

Ai Mikaze: Syo, you're overreacting. Is something wrong…? It's nothing to be so surprised about.

Mikaze-senpai mumbles with a bashful look, putting the amazake to his lips.

“No, it's not wrong, but…” Syo-kun says, shaking his head.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Whoa! A love song sung in Ai-chan's beautiful voice will surely be wonderful! The love song of an angel....

Shinomiya-san sounds ecstatic.

Haruka Nanami: Even so, why all of a sudden a l-love song?

For some reason, I feel embarrassed and my voice cracks.

Ai Mikaze: Mhh. I mean, hit songs are mostly about love, right?

Syo Kurusu: Now that you mention it, that's true....

Ai Mikaze: Yeah. So in order to become a top idol, it's necessary to perform a love song and this could be a good opportunity.

That, and love is one of the most complicated human feelings. I want to study it.

He says this with a serious expression.

I see… while we have "emotions" and experience them so naturally, Mikaze-senpai has to study each of them one by one.

The feeling of “liking” is also unknown to him.

But if we can combine Senpai's technical ability with feelings of love, then the song will surely become one that can move people's hearts.

A song that can deliver Mikaze-senpai's feelings....

Haruka Nanami: I understand. I will do my best!

Ai Mikaze: Yeah.

Mikaze-senpai agrees, looking slightly pleased.

After we finish at the shrine, we talk about our plans for the coming year while walking together.

Ai Mikaze: That reminds me, we will perform in the hidden talents contest at the agency's upcoming New Year's party.

Haruka Nanami: Eh, your hidden… talents?

Shinomiya-san and Syo-kun nod.

Every January, a party is held at Shining Agency to celebrate the new year.

It's a private gathering. That said, the reserved location is a grand one, and also where the hidden talent contest takes place every year.

Up until now, I haven’t met the conditions required for an invitation so I couldn't attend previously. But this year, it looks like I’ll be able to attend.

Natsuki Shinomiya: And so we were told to participate as a Master Course team this year.

Syo Kurusu: Yeah! My fingers are itching to get started!

Ai Mikaze: It's not like it'll be broadcast on TV, but Shiny still said to take it seriously.... Really, how troublesome.

Natsuki Shinomiya: But if you win, you might receive a luxurious prize! Last year, I heard it was a statue of the president made of pure gold!

Syo Kurusu: Yikes, I don't know if I'd want that or not....

But there also seems to be a penalty game for the last place. Anyway, I really don't wanna lose at a contest!! If we're doing it anyways, let's aim to win!!

The hidden talents of those three, huh.... I wonder what they will do.

Ai Mikaze: We have to plan it carefully. First, we have to put Syo's reflexes to good use....

Despite calling it troublesome, Senpai looks like he’s enjoying himself.

On the way back, we brainstorm ideas for the hidden talents contest.

Once I debut, we won't be able to spend as much time together like this.

That's why Shinomiya-san and Syo-kun also seem really happy today.

It would be nice to visit the shrine as a group again next year.

Several days later, the New Year's party of the Shining Agency commences.

When all the idols of the agency are gathered in one hall, it's as gorgeous as the rumors say.

Reiji Kotobuki: Kouhai-chan~ Happy New Yearo!! Guess who!!

Everything before me turns dark as someone covers my eyes from behind.

Haruka Nanami: Ah—?!

It becomes bright again and when I look behind me, I see Kurosaki-senpai and Camus-senpai dressed in kimono.

Kotobuki-senpai also appears from a dancing lion.

Haruka Nanami: H-happy New Year! Thank you for all your help last year. I see that everyone is wearing a kimono today!!

Reiji Kotobuki: That's right, you don't see this everyday~ Does it suit us?

Haruka Nanami: Yes, perfectly so!

They aren't called idols for nothing!

Ai Mikaze: Reiji came here as a lion dancer, so he quickly made us put them on.

From what I'm told, it seems like Kotobuki-senpai, who came as a lion dancer, seized Mikaze-senpai without a moment's delay and made him wear the kimono.

“That's what dubious people do,” Mikaze-senpai adds with a sigh​.

It seems that there was a notification from the agency today, mentioning that all male idols have to appear in a kimono.

Haruka Nanami: Did you dress yourself in the kimono on your own, Mikaze-senpai?

Ai Mikaze: Uh-huh. After I saw you wear a kimono to the shrine visit, I decided to give it a try and installed some data detailing how to wear one. I also tried to put this on by myself. Did I do well?

Mikaze-senpai shows me by spreading his arms.

Haruka Nanami: Yes! It's very beautiful! Senpai, you really can do everything!

Ai Mikaze: I wonder. I did put it on, but in the case of the long-sleeved kimono you wore, that structure was more complex, so I would have no choice but to test it out a few times.

Haruka Nanami: Test it?

Ai Mikaze: Yeah, when that time comes, I might need you as my guinea pig​.

Haruka Nanami: Guinea pig?!

Senpai seems to be slightly amused by my surprised reaction.

Ai Mikaze: Well now....

When Mikaze-senpai turns around, he suddenly lifts up the lion which Kotobuki-senpai had been holding.

Reiji Kotobuki: Aaah!! My little dancing lion!

Ai Mikaze: A good adult doesn’t play around all the time.

Mikaze-senpai takes the lion with a terse “that’s enough” and promptly goes to put it away.

“Boo you,” Kotobuki-senpai makes a sullen face.

Reiji Kotobuki: Ai-Ai was polite while we were getting dressed up, but once it came to fastening the obi, he turned merciless. The new year's just started, but he's already told us off a lot.

Camus: Despite Mikaze's appearance, he can be quite forceful.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: If I don't loosen the obi a little, it'll be hard to eat.

As we talk about such things, I hear a voice from behind me.

Person A: Ah! It's Ai-chan! It's rare for him to come to an event like this, and in a kimono, at that!

Mikaze-senpai, who is going to put the lion away, is surrounded by female idols in the blink of an eye.

Ai Mikaze: Uh-huh. It's a special occasion, after all. But I'm not really used to the kimono, so walking is kind of hard....

Ah… that's the kind of expression Mikaze-senpai uses in his idol mode.

Person B: Ahaha, it's like that~ Ah, I know! Let's take a picture together~ Normally, we don't really see each other, so—

Mikaze-senpai glances at me for a brief moment before his awkward expression turns back into a smiling face.

Ai Mikaze: … I see. Sure! Isn't this like having two beautiful flowers next to me?

Person A: Stop it~ You're always such a smooth-talker. Hey, could you take the picture for us?

Haruka Nanami: Ah—yes!

At their beckoning, I hurry over.

Haruka Nanami: I'm going to take it now. Say cheese!!

Female B: Thank you~ Hey Ai-chan, shall we go to the sweets buffet over there?

Ai Mikaze: Uhh, sure. I don't mind.

After taking some pictures, Mikaze-senpai is dragged along to the buffet corner.

Haruka Nanami: Hah, Senpai sure is popular....

Up ahead, even more people surround him.

The crowd grows bigger. I watch Senpai, who engages in friendly conversation with everyone.

Senpai is an idol.

It's not the first time I've seen something like this, and yet....

Why… do I feel a sting in my chest…?

Reiji Kotobuki: Ohoho~?

Haruka Nanami: Ah!!

Suddenly, Kotobuki-senpai jumps out right beside me.

Reiji Kotobuki: Haha—! He's surrounded again, huh. That was to be expected. The mysterious idol, the center of attention even at parties…. What's up? You're spacing out.

Haruka Nanami: N-no… it's nothing.

Reiji Kotobuki: It may be “nothing,” even though I noticed you staring pretty jealously~?

Haruka Nanami: N-no I wasn’t!

I quickly cover my cheeks.

Reiji Kotobuki: You know, Ai-Ai is pretty popular~ He is collected as well as smart.

Haruka Nanami: I-is that so?

Kotobuki-senpai nods in agreement.

Reiji Kotobuki: And it's not just some rumor either. My, it's so unfair~ So those are the kind of things that catch your eye?

Kotobuki-senpai flashes a carefree smile and points at the crowd.

“Catch your eye?” I have to suppress my heart, which is about to answer “yes” without thinking.

Haruka Nanami: No, I mean… Senpai is an idol, and I'm simply his partner.

My answer causes Kotobuki-senpai to smile bitterly.

Reiji Kotobuki: … You are a firm person, aren't you, Kouhai-chan?

Haruka Nanami: Kotobuki-senpai…?

Person B: Yo, Kotobuki. I see you're still unpopular?

A passing man bops Kotobuki-senpai on the head.

Reiji Kotobuki: Shock! Hey, what's up with that greeting? It's been a long time, but aren't you being a little harsh? Hey, you! Wait up!

Kotobuki-senpai and the other person disappear into the crowd.

When I lift my head, I see Mikaze-senpai is still caught in the middle of a ring of people.

The moment I feel like Senpai is looking in my direction, I quickly avert my gaze.

Senpai is an idol, so I should be happy about his popularity, and yet....

I feel a little bit sad because I've been very close to him these past few days.

But… maybe I'm just getting myself worked up over nothing.

Shining Saotome: A lot of YOU have cooome! Today is a free and easy gathering! Make it flashy! Well then, well then~ Cheers!!

The New Year's party starts to get lively​ at the president's toast.

Once the time to show their hidden talents comes, idols of the agency will perform their acts one after another.

Everyone seems busy preparing their challenging act.

Ryuya Hyuga: Let's make this year merry and bright! Guys, are you ready?

Hyuga-sensei appears, accompanied by selected members of Shining Agency for his show of hidden talents.

Men: Yes, Boss!

Ryuya Hyuga: Good, let's get started!

At Hyuga-sensei's signal, champagne glasses are stacked up on the table one by one.

And at last....

Ryuya Hyuga: A Happy New Year! This year as well I wish for the Shining Agency to flourish more and more!! Ha!!

Hyuga-sensei leaps to the top of the stacked champagne glasses and pours golden champagne from a magnum bottle.

In the blink of an eye, a golden champagne tower has taken shape on the table.

Ryuya Hyuga: With this, victory is mine again this year!

Hyuga-sensei flips the bottle, beaming with a fabulous smile.

As expected from our agency's director. He's an expert at hidden talents. The venue is filled with applause.

Gradually, the other performances end, and finally it's time for Mikaze-senpai's team.

The stage goes dark and heroic music resounds.

A sense of tension builds.

Eventually, Shinomiya-san appears on stage and grabs the microphone.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Good kids~ Gooood eeevening! Are you having fun~?

The audience is dismayed by Shinomiya-san's laid-back emcee presentation.

Ai Mikaze: Hey, Natsuki! Do you even understand what's going on?

Syo Kurusu: You need to cut to the chase!

The teachers, whose turn has already ended, watch the stage intently.

Ryuya Hyuga: That's Shinomiya's team for you. There's no telling what will happen.

Ringo Tsukimiya: That's right! Either way, we have to stay alert.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Hm? I can't hear you~? Right, altogether now! Gooood eeevening!!

Shining Saotome: Gooood eeeveniiing!!

The president's high-spirited voice echoes through the venue.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Alright~ Thank you very much everyone~ Welcome to our performance today~!

We will proceed to show you our artistic skills now~ You all are good kids, so absolutely do not try this at home, 'kaaay?

The moment he says that, roof tiles are carried onto the stage.

Syo Kurusu: I'm gonna kick things off. Alright, watch this! Haaaaa!

Syo-kun puts his spirit into it and breaks a stack of ten roof tiles all at once with his bare hand.

As he moves sideways, more stacks are lined up before him and he continues breaking them in order.

Syo Kurusu: Hah! Hah! Hiyah! Haaawww! Here comes the last one~!

In front of the last stack, he unleashes a blow with all of his might as he jumps and does a somersault.

Syo Kurusu: See! How's that!

The audience resounds with applause for Syo-kun, who has successfully broken all of the roof tiles with his strength.

Ai Mikaze: Hmm, not bad. Seems like body-based performances like these are your forte, Syo.

Syo Kurusu: Well, I have been doing it ever since I was a kid after all! Aight! Thank you very much!!

Syo-kun takes on an earnest pose and bows.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Alright~ That was splendid, Syo-chan~ Next up is my turn. I will use these!

Shinomiya-san takes out three balls.

And then he throws them up in order.

Could this be....

Haruka Nanami: Could it be… juggling?

Camus: Calling it “cascade juggling” might be more accurate. But, that aside… it's quite basic.

Although the circulating speed of the balls is quite fast, Shinomiya-san's just juggling with a smile on his face.

Just as the venue begins feeling uneasy, Mikaze-senpai starts moving and brings along a big box from the wing of the stage.

Ai Mikaze: Natsuki, I'm about to begin. Here!

Mikaze-senpai suddenly puts his hand into the box and then throws something.

Haruka Nanami: That's—!?

I shout out impulsively and Kurosaki-senpai, who stands next to me, opens his eyes wide.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: It's konjac!

Shinomiya-san receives the thrown konjac, adding it into the rotation of balls he’s juggling

Syo Kurusu: Let's keep it going~! Heads up, Natsuki!

Syo-kun and Mikaze-senpai take turns as they put their hands into the box and throw whatever they pick out.

A frying pan.

A bicycle saddle.

A bluefin tuna.

A wireless keyboard.

A chick.

Things without any logical connection blend together as they're juggled.

Ah, just now, the chick landed on his head.

Applause stirs the venue.

Ai Mikaze: Last one! Make sure to catch it. Heave, ho!

Mikaze-senpai throws a concrete block​.

Haruka Nanami: Shinomiya-san, watch out!!

Shinomiya-san manages to catch it properly with his right hand, but maybe due to it being slightly too heavy, his posture is thrown off balance.

However, he immediately regains his stance.

Grand applause erupts from the venue.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Everyone, are you enjoying it so far~?

Shinomiya-san asks, all while his hands move at high speed and continue to juggle.

There is frantic agreement from within the venue.

The juggling finishes and Shinomiya-san bows when, at last, Mikaze-senpai's turn comes up next.

A long iron rod and a big plate are carried onto the stage.

Which means....

With a sweet smile, Mikaze-senpai easily lifts the long and heavy-looking iron rod.

Ai Mikaze: That's right, I am the last one. I will perform gigantic plate-spinning.

He places the huge plate on top of the iron rod and begins spinning it round and round.

The gigantic plate is easily spun by Mikaze-senpai's hands.

Ai Mikaze: Alright! Now, I will place a ball on top of the plate. Natsuki, throw the ball over here.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Huh? I just used it.... Ball, ball.... Where are you~?

Shinomiya-san frantically looks for the ball.

Ai Mikaze: Ah, well if it isn't there… Syo works, too. Come, hop on up.

Syo Kurusu: 'Kay, I'll hop on—wait....

What?! Me?! Nononono, no way. Not happening!!

Syo-kun vigorously​ draws back​.

Ai Mikaze: Syo! Don't you want to win?! Wasn't it you who said that if we're doing it, we should aim for victory? At this rate, we won't be able to win against Ryuya and the others!

Syo Kurusu: No, this is a physical issue now!

Ai Mikaze: Geez, guess I have no choice. Natsuki, throw Syo! It's fine, I will catch him with the plate.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Alright, here goes!

Syo Kurusu: Hey—you! How come you are only quick at times like these?! Let! Me! Gooo!!

Not listening to his pleas, Shinomiya-san lightly lifts Syo-kun up and pitches him on top of the spinning plate.

Syo Kurusu: Blegh!

Syo-kun lies flat as he frantically clings onto the plate.

Ai Mikaze: As expected! Very skillful, Syo. Your reflexes​ are undeniable. Alright, now keep it like that!

With Syo-kun on top, the plate gets spun round and round all while keeping exquisite balance.

Enthusiastic cheers hail from the venue.

Syo Kurusu: Aah, the world… is spinning… huh...? Somehow my body feels like it's… floating…?

That's when we realize that the rotation is so fast that the plate separates from the rod and begins to lift off.

Mikaze-senpai looks up.

Ai Mikaze: Ah, I might have overdone it a bit with the spinning....

In the end, the big plate sways and—due to the centrifugal force—achieves lift-off.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Aah! Syo-chan!!

Syo Kurusu: Naaaaah—?!

Syo-kun's voice is inaudible as the plate flies wide just like a boomerang.

The audience grows raucous and the guests begin to run out of the venue, scrambling over each other.

Syo-kun shows off his fearsome physical ability and jumps down to the floor, leaving the plate dancing in the air.

The plate draws an arc and heads in my direction.

Ai Mikaze: Watch out! Run! …! Ngh, I have to…!

Mikaze-senpai quickly leaves the stage and reaches me at the last moment. As he pulls my hand, we collapse to the ground.

Haruka Nanami: Senpai!

Ai Mikaze: It's fine, just lie down!

The plate tracks over us and mows everything down....

Lastly, it makes a direct hit on the gigantic Shining Saotome statue, which had been gracing the venue.

And so the plate cleaves right through the statue and easily blows away its upper body.

Shining Saotome: NOOOOO!!!

The president's shout echoes through the venue.

In the midst of the now-ruined venue, everyone's gazes fall next to me. They are directed at Mikaze-senpai.

Ai Mikaze: Hah.... That was close.... Are you alright?

Haruka Nanami: Y-yes....

Senpai slowly gets up and pops his neck.

Ai Mikaze: It wasn't supposed to go like this.... Maybe my calculations were wrong. Give me a second, I'm looking up what to do in this situation.

Mikaze-senpai spends a moment in thought after saying this.

Ai Mikaze: I'm so sowwy, evewyone.... I just wanted evewyone to have fun... but it somehow ended up wike this....

Syo Kurusu: You little devil....

Meanwhile, Syo-kun, who had fallen on the ground, gets back up and mumbles under his breath.

Afterwards, the hidden talents contest is somehow able to continue.

Mikaze-senpai's team comes in last place, but thanks to Senpai's persuasion​ they manage to get away with just a promise to clean up the mess they made.

The remains of the winning prize, which was the Shining statue, are handed over to Hyuga-sensei.

As I leave, I wait for Mikaze-senpai at the exit.

I offered to help with cleaning up, but the president said that it was a "penalty for Mr. Mikaze's team” before driving me out.

Now that I've calmed down, I have to thank him properly for saving me back then.

Mikaze-senpai comes through the exit by himself.

Haruka Nanami: Ah, Senpai! Thanks for your hard work. Er, I wanted to thank you for saving me earlier.

Ai Mikaze: Something like that is no big deal. So, have you been waiting here this whole time?

Haruka Nanami: Yes, I had to thank you. The hidden talents contest… it somehow ended up becoming a big mess.

Ai Mikaze: According to my calculations, it should have gone well… but irregularities are unavoidable. We should be happy that no one was injured.

Afterwards, Mikaze-senpai mentions that he had to apologize to Syo-kun.

Even after everything that happened, Syo-kun said: “When I'm working with you, nothing will surprise me from this point on, so don't worry.”

As expected of Syo-kun. He is strong.

Ai Mikaze: Speaking of irregularities… Natsuki practiced thoroughly before the performance, and yet his emcee lines ended up being ad-libbed.

Haruka Nanami: Is that so? Hehehe, but he still went through with it. That is very much like Shinomiya-san.

Mikaze-senpai smiles bitterly, saying, “Maybe it would have been better if I had done it instead,” and then he looks at me.

Ai Mikaze: … Hey. There is one thing I want to ask.

Haruka Nanami: What is it?

Mikaze-senpai pauses for a moment, then opens his mouth.

Ai Mikaze: Earlier, before the New Year's party started, what were you talking about with Reiji?

When I talked with Kotobuki-senpai....

I wonder if he means the time when he was surrounded by those female idols.

Haruka Nanami: So you saw us, Senpai? You always kept talking with the others, so surely—

Ai Mikaze: —I saw. Rather, you keep getting into trouble, so I constantly try to keep tabs on your location. It's always like this.

Haruka Nanami: Ah, is that how you were able to save me from the plate that came flying at me earlier?

Ai Mikaze:W-well… I guess so. So? What did you talk about with Reiji? You seemed pretty close.

Haruka Nanami: Um, about that....

The subject of the conversation we had makes me hesitant to answer him.

Ai Mikaze:… Is it something that you cannot tell me?

Mikaze-senpai confronts me with suspicious eyes.

Haruka Nanami: The conversation was nothing you have to be concerned about, Senpai. It was… just small talk.

Ai Mikaze: Hmm, I see....

He looks down at his steps while walking.

Ai Mikaze: I remember a strange heart fluctuation​ at that time.

Mikaze-senpai says in a few words.

Haruka Nanami: … Heart fluctuation?

Ai Mikaze: Yeah, I think it was an “emotion” I had never felt before up until that point.

It wasn't exactly happiness or sadness, but rather it seemed to be a mix of many feelings…. It was complex and hard to describe.

Right now, I still don't really know what meaning that heart fluctuation holds.

Mikaze-senpai kicks a small stone in his path as he says so.

Once I return to the agency's dorm, I head straight to the piano.

Senpai told me with a few words that I didn't have to mind what he had told me, and went home.

Senpai is a robot. That fact won't change.

But it seems that many emotions have started to sprout within the heart inside his body, which confuses him.

On the night of the Christmas Live, Senpai said that he understood the feeling called “fun.”

Once he is able to define emotions, he may be able to grow even faster.

Haruka Nanami: A love song, huh....

I mumble to myself and let my fingers run over the piano.

Senpai is strong and strict, and yet somehow fragile....

Various expressions of Mikaze-senpai's appear in my mind.

His serious face when he's working, the face he makes when he is angry with me, and his surprised expression.

The way his eyes light up when he sees something new or unusual. His smile, like that of a young child, that appears on his face sometimes.

As I visualize each one, a melody from within my heart starts to overflow.

The person I call “Mikaze-senpai” has taken root within my heart.

I sit at my piano for a while, creating a melody while thinking of him.

Several days have passed since then. Filming has resumed for the movie in which Mikaze-senpai is acting.

Today, they're retaking the scene from the end of last year, which they weren't able to shoot due to what happened.

In order to produce the background music, they’re allowing me to observe the scene of the take.

When the filming ends, I have plans with Mikaze-senpai to have a briefing session concerning the song for the Song Festival.

Haruka Nanami: Oh—! It's already starting....

I stayed up until dawn to prepare a demo song, so I arrived at the location late and filming is already underway.

Ai Mikaze: I see…. So you already have someone dear to you.

Dressed as the mermaid prince, Mikaze-senpai shows a wistful expression.

Today's shoot is especially long, with most of it being Senpai's solo scenes.

Right now, they are filming the scene in which the prince finds out that the heroine, now an adult, has a lover.

The prince, who has given up his voice to the sea witch in exchange for human legs...

… finally meets the heroine, but can't tell her the feelings he has hidden deep inside his heart.

Especially when the heroine already has a lover....

Mikaze-senpai looks down silently. A tear slowly traces down his cheek in a straight line.

Director: Alright, cut! That was good just now, Mikaze-kun.

Mikaze-senpai quickly wipes away his tear and suddenly lowers his head.

Ai Mikaze: Alright, thank you very much. But… I wonder if it would be good to have another shot with a little less emotion in it?

“Shall we do another single take then?” The director and Mikaze-senpai discuss between themselves as I watch from a distance.

Now that I'm aware of Senpai's circumstances, I feel as though I know very well how hard he works.

He is a robot, so expressing “emotions” that he doesn't have must take an immense amount of effort.

In order to complete the unfinished scenes, the filming proceeds at a rapid pace.

Ai Mikaze: Ugh… as expected, today... might have been difficult.

As soon as the shoot for the movie finishes, we return to Senpai's room, where he slumps over his desk.

We are supposed to be having a briefing session for the Song Festival, but seeing Senpai like this is really rare.

Haruka Nanami: Um, you seem tired. Maybe we should hold the briefing another day....

The second he hears my words, Mikaze-senpai suddenly straightens up.

Ai Mikaze: Nuh-uh, no chance. I have to make sure you are working on the song properly.

Haruka Nanami: O-of course, I'm making it just as I promised. If I weren't, then… you would get really angry at me, Senpai.

Ai Mikaze: That's right! … I've been looking forward to hearing your song all day long, you see.

Haruka Nanami: Huh? That means....

When I intend to ask him about what he said, Senpai staggers again and slumps back down on the desk.

Ai Mikaze: Ugh, but this is bad. My head is so hot.... It's probably because I thought about emotions so much during the shooting.

This happens occasionally.

Haruka Nanami: Um, if it's so bad, I think you should probably lie down!

Ai Mikaze: It's fine. If I stay like this for a bit, I will return to normal. My body itself is doing regular maintenance, so it shouldn't be a problem.

I don't think whether I lie down or not will particularly change anything.

Haruka Nanami: It does! I believe if you lie down and rest properly, it will also have an effect on your mood!

Ai Mikaze: A mood isn't something that I need to… Wha?! Hey, what are you doing?

I pull Senpai and lead him to the sofa.

He gets a bit sullen as he tumbles onto the sofa, his head landing heavily on the cushion.

Ai Mikaze: Hmm, as expected, I don't think that anything has changed....

I take out one of the cooling sheets I always use and slap it on Senpai's forehead.

Haruka Nanami: That should help for the time being. Next, please make sure not to think a lot. Just allow yourself to space out for a while.

Ai Mikaze: Space out?

Haruka Nanami: I mean, even if your body doesn't feel tired, the same can't be said for your mind. Your mind is part of your body after all. That is why you should space out and allow yourself to rest.

Ai Mikaze: So spacing out without thinking? That's hard. I don't know if I'll be able to do it well, but… I got it.... Thank you.

After saying that, Mikaze-senpai puts his hand on his forehead and narrows his eyes.

I then turn on my laptop containing the demo track, which had been on the meeting table.

Ai Mikaze: Hey, what kind of song did you make?

As expected, he seems curious about the song and so he asks.

Haruka Nanami: Um, just as you had hoped, I was thinking of a love song.

I also considered your melodic preferences and a lot of other things. But just as I thought, your charm is your voice, so I made use of that in a simple form.

Ai Mikaze: … Can I listen to it like this?

Senpai closes his eyes slightly as he lays his head on the cushion.

Haruka Nanami: Yes, of course.

I play the song that I made.

SONG: "Winter Blossom" (S Rank)

When the song ends, Senpai slowly opens his eyes.

Ai Mikaze: Mm. It's beautiful. Fleeting but shining. Is this… the image that you have of me?

Haruka Nanami: Yes! I made it while thinking a lot about you.

Ai Mikaze: Hehe, what's with that? It's a bit embarrassing....

Haruka Nanami: Ah! I'm sorry for saying something so weird all of a sudden!

Ai Mikaze: But I might be happy. A song just for me, made with my image in mind, huh? It'll be nice if I can sing it well.

Senpai closes his eyes once again and mutters those few words.

Ai Mikaze: It really is just as you said, a simple but very beautiful song. If I had to compare it, then yeah.... It's like snow.

Haruka Nanami: Like… snow?

Ai Mikaze: Mh-hm. After being born into this world, it was the first thing I thought to myself was “beautiful”.... That's why it's like snow.

Haruka Nanami: Wow… I am honored that you would compare it to something so beautiful.

Senpai opens his eyes slowly and continues to look up at the ceiling.

Ai Mikaze: It's not just that snow is white and beautiful....

You can feel the strength from the fallen snow piled up on the ground. But on the other hand, its ephemerality, which comes from it seeming to melt away at a simple touch, has a lonely feeling too.

I think it's because I knew it wasn't just pretty that I became attached to it all the more.

I also felt those various qualities from the song you made. Surely, it is also the case for that which you call “love.”

Haruka Nanami: Like… love?

Ai Mikaze: Yes. When I'm acting for the movie, I think of the mermaid prince's feelings as my own, so I feel like I've started to grasp this thing called love a little bit better.

I want to understand his feelings more for the next shoot. Surely, it'll help me when I come to sing your song too.

Afterwards, Senpai continues to give me advice for the song. Time passes by faster than usual, even though he takes some breaks from time to time.

I don't want him to push himself too much, but I am happy when he gives me his proactive opinions.

Haruka Nanami: We managed to review all of the parts. Thank you very much. With this, I will rework it one more time.

As we discuss the song and go through the points that need adjustment, it ends up getting pretty late.

I quickly start to get ready to return home.

Ai Mikaze: Hey, are you free this Thursday?

We find ourselves at the studio's entrance, and just when I'm about to leave, Mikaze-senpai speaks up as if he'd just remembered something.

Haruka Nanami: Pardon? You mean me? I guess so....

Ai Mikaze:

The aquarium, was it? You mentioned it before. It was modeled after the sea, correct? Since it could be a good reference for the movie, I want to go there with you.

Select the phrase!

That is great (+20 Love)

Haruka Nanami: Oh! The aquarium? Sounds good! Surely it'll be fun!

So Senpai *was* interested. I let my voice express my delight.

Ai Mikaze: Is the aquarium a fun place? I was curious and tried to look various things up, but it's simply a place where creatures of the sea are being exhibited, right?

If you wanted to see them, then a video or picture should be just as good....

Senpai becomes thoughtful.

Haruka Nanami: That is true, but seeing their size and textures, or seeing them move in real life, is different, I believe.

Ai Mikaze: I see.... Then, would you come with me and guide me around? Show me the fun side of it!

Haruka Nanami: Of course! Leave it to me, please!

Ai Mikaze: Okay, I'm looking forward to it.

Senpai laughs with delight.

Is this a date? (+10 Love)

Haruka Nanami: Is it… a date?

Ai Mikaze: Oh, when a man and a woman go together you can also call it that, huh? I wasn't really thinking about that....

I simply saw you as a reliable person to accompany me. I thought if we were to go together, it would probably be fun....

Haruka Nanami: I-I see....

Senpai says that in a calm tone, but why are my cheeks heating up…?

Together with me? (+0 Love)

Ai Mikaze: I've always been curious.... If you say that you don't want to go together, I'll go there by myself.

Senpai seems lonely as he lowers his head.

Haruka Nanami: O-of course not! I would love to accompany you!

Senpai looks delighted at my hurried reply.

And so we meet at the park on the promised day.

Haruka Nanami: This really is a date, after all....

Senpai didn't say it outright, but thinking about it like that, I can't help but grow nervous somehow.

Just the two of us.

Since I'm his partner, being alone with him isn't unusual, and yet…

… As I start to become aware of it, I suddenly get embarrassed.

Haruka Nanami: I wonder how Senpai feels about me....

Ai Mikaze: … What's this about me?

I turn around, and standing there with his head tilted is Mikaze-senpai.

Haruka Nanami: Ah! S-Senpai! Thanks for your hard work!

I lift my face and greet him in a hurry.

Ahh… I've ended up greeting him as I usually do....

Ai Mikaze: We're meeting in private today, so you don't have to be so formal.

In contrast to my nervousness, I can see that Senpai is in a good mood. Could that be because of his excitement for something new that awaits him?

Ai Mikaze: Come on, let's go. You are the guide today! So first we have to buy tickets, I believe?

Haruka Nanami: T-that's right!

I take Senpai along and head for the entrance of the aquarium.

During weekdays, there are fewer people at the aquarium, and since the lighting indoors is darker…

… we can enter without standing out, even an idol like Senpai.

Ai Mikaze: Oh! It really is full of water tanks. Interesting…. Where should we start looking?

Senpai's eyes light up with excitement.

The building is divided into several floors. I open the map and call out to Senpai.

Haruka Nanami: Let's see. There's not only fish here, but also a lot of other sea creatures. Where do you want to start looking, Senpai?

He stands next to me while peeking at the map with his head tilted.

Ai Mikaze: Hm, since it's my first time, I don't really know. Where do you want to start? Any recommendations?

Haruka Nanami: Recommendations? Then....

Select the phrase!

Seas of the World

Starting with a normal place seems like a good idea.

I guide Senpai to the floor with the tanks closest to the entrance.

Pacific Ocean, Indian Ocean, Caribbean Sea. Fish connected to each of these seas are swimming inside.

We patiently look around each of the tanks one at a time.

Of these, the one that particularly catches our eye is the tropical sea tank.

Haruka Nanami: It's different from the sea in the north. The further you go south, the more colorful the fish get.

Ai Mikaze: Hey, this one kind of looks like you.

Crouching in front of the tank, Senpai looks up at me while pointing to a small fish.

Haruka Nanami: That's me?

Ai Mikaze: Uh-huh. It's been hiding amongst the coral this whole time. It's orange so… it's probably the one called Ocellaris clownfish​.

It's just like you were when we met for the first time. Hey, come out. Come on~

Senpai pokes at the glass tank.

Haruka Nanami: In that case, you are probably that one, Senpai.

I point to a blue fish which is swimming calmly.

Ai Mikaze: Do I flutter like that? Well then, that especially-big yellow one is Natsuki. Syo is… that small one.

Haruka Nanami: Hey now, if you say something like that Syo-kun will get angry, you know?

After that, we continue going around and looking for fish that resemble people from our agency.

Animals of the Sea Exhibit

At the Animals of the Sea Exhibit, the penguins are being fed.

We both look at the penguins all standing in a line.

Haruka Nanami: Aw… so cute. There are even baby penguins!

Senpai, who is next to me, is eagerly paying attention to the penguins swallowing whole fishes.

After they finish eating, the penguins go into the water one after another.

Ai Mikaze: Oh! They are swimming. No, they are flying in the water? Which one would it be…?

As if to follow after the penguins, Senpai scurries in front of their tank.

The movement isn't very much like Senpai's at all, so a laugh slips out of me.

Ai Mikaze: Ngh.... Why are you laughing?

He notices and turns around, his hand still on the glass tank.

Haruka Nanami: Fufu, I'm sorry. It's just that penguins can swim, but in the end, aren't they birds?

I ask as I, too, follow after the swimming penguins.

Senpai takes a moment to think.

Ai Mikaze: Even though penguins can't fly, they still belong to the family of birds. By the way, dolphins are mammals and their only difference from whales is their size. Also, red king crabs aren't really crabs, but instead closer to hermit crabs.

Haruka Nanami: I see....

As always, Mikaze-senpai is well-informed.

While listening to Mikaze-senpai's lecture, I look around at the sea creatures.

Even though it's my duty to guide him, I end up being guided instead. But it's fun since we're like a teacher and his student.

Touch Pool

There is a floor in the center of the building in which they recreated an artificial shoal.

They call it the “Touch Pool.” Apparently, it's a place where one can actually touch real sea creatures.

It's a popular place for children. We mingle with the screaming children and Senpai sets his foot on the shoal.

Ai Mikaze: Ah—a starfish…. It's the one from the jelly.

Senpai touches the starfish without hesitation.

Ai Mikaze: Whoa, what's this…? It's flabby....

Senpai holds up the starfish and shows it to me.

Haruka Nanami: Ah—!

Ai Mikaze: Why are you so surprised? Wasn't this the one inside of that jelly? I remember you called it “cute.”

With the starfish in his hand, he slowly starts approaching me.

Haruka Nanami: It's different when it's real—! B-but it's cute when you are looking at it from a distance....

Ai Mikaze: I don't really get what you are thinking but… hehe…. That reaction is somewhat interesting.

Haruka Nanami: Please don't make such a mischievous face!

From then on, Senpai continues to pick things up from the shoal just to show them to me and enjoy my reaction.

Sob… he's totally playing with me.

Ai Mikaze: Hey, look there. The ray is swimming upside down.

Whenever Mikaze-senpai finds something interesting, he'll pull my hand firmly.

Hermit crabs, jellyfish, deep sea fish. He tells me that he has data about them, but this is his first time actually seeing them.

Everything seems fresh and new in his eyes.

I hope that he'll always enjoy looking at new things like these.

At that moment, I see a glittering, blue tunnel just ahead of us.

Haruka Nanami: Ah, please follow me this way!

This time, it is me who pulls Mikaze-senpai by the hand.

Even though Senpai is surprised, he still follows after me.

The underwater tunnel runs under one of the tanks.

Together, we look up at the tank from below.

Haruka Nanami: Look! I can see the dolphin's belly!

Senpai is also looking up at the animals with great interest.

Ai Mikaze: Amazing.... It's really as if we're at the bottom of the sea....

We stand still within this shining, blue sea.

Light is falling in from above the tank and the scales of the fish, as well as the flickering waves, sparkle and shine.

Ai Mikaze: I wonder if the mermaid prince lived in a place like this?

Haruka Nanami: He probably did.

A swarm of multicolored fish passes over our heads.

Ai Mikaze: His feelings for her must have been so strong, to make him want to leave such a beautiful and peaceful place.

Going from a mermaid to a human, he was no longer able to return to the sea. Still....

Haruka Nanami: Still, I'm sure that the prince was happy! Since he was able to like someone to such an extent.

Ai Mikaze: Even though he is the one who gets hurt for liking her?

Haruka Nanami: But he still had those feelings of affection. That alone must have been happiness for the prince.

Ai Mikaze: Happiness, hm.... So that's how it was....

Mikaze-senpai nods in understanding.

He then bumps his forehead on the glass and peers inside.

Ai Mikaze: At first I didn't get it at all, but lately I've come to understand those emotions, little by little.

Now, I might even understand the feeling of “liking” someone....

Surely, to care for someone is not just to feel joy. Rather, other feelings like sadness and pain are also mixed together to form a single emotion. That's what it means to "like" someone.

It's really complex, and I still can't quite organize it myself, but....

I think that right now, a feeling like that probably exists even within me.

Senpai lifts his forehead away from the glass and faces me head on.

Ai Mikaze: Do you also have these kinds of feelings right now?

Select the phrase!

I do (+30 Love)

Haruka Nanami: I… do have those feelings.

I answer, at which Mikaze-senpai looks into my eyes.

Ai Mikaze: You also have someone you hold dear?

I return his gaze and nod.

I don't know… (+10 Love)

Haruka Nanami: I don't know....

Ai Mikaze: You don't know your own feelings?

Senpai sounds somewhat lonely as he laughs, and I feel my heart sink.

I don't… (+0 Love)

Haruka Nanami: No, I don't… at the moment.

I lower my gaze.

I want to tell the truth, but I can't.

Ai Mikaze: I see. So that means I have a chance.

Mikaze-senpai mutters to himself.

I finally realized it thanks to Senpai's words.

I… have feelings for him.

But I don't have enough courage to tell him that.

Haruka Nanami: I still don't know myself.... But someday, I'm sure I'll be able to properly say it out loud.

Ai Mikaze: I understand. When the time comes, tell me about it.

Senpai nods slowly and then smiles.

Ai Mikaze: We should get going. Somehow, I feel like I'll be able to perform well as the mermaid prince now.

I owe it all to you, so thank you.

Haruka Nanami: Whoa… what an amazing view.

As we leave the aquarium, the sky outside is lit by the sunset.

The setting sun is shaking on the ocean's distant reflection.

Ai Mikaze: Even the ocean is deep red. Hey, looks like we can get down to the beach from over there. Let's take a look.

Mikaze-senpai runs to the top of the hill and beckons me closer.

Haruka Nanami: Huh?! Senpai, I thought you didn't like the ocean....

Ai Mikaze: It's fine. I saw a lot of good aspects of the ocean today, so I no longer dislike it. Let's go!

Drawn to his hand, I run up the hill, heading towards the red ocean dyed by the setting sun.

Ai Mikaze: We made it! Hah, following the aquarium, we ended up coming out to the real sea.

Senpai gazes at the ocean with satisfaction.

Haruka Nanami: Senpai… you're… fast....

On this empty beach, only the quiet sound of waves echoes around us.

Ai Mikaze: Hey, do you have the song with you today?

Haruka Nanami: The one for the Song Festival? I have it on an MP3 player, but I haven't finished making the adjustments yet.

Ai Mikaze: That's fine. I really want to sing it right now. I guess I'm in the mood to sing.

Senpai beams gently.

“In the mood to sing.” That's something he rarely says for himself.

Haruka Nanami: Understood. Please give me a second.

I take out the player and connect it to a small speaker.

The piano introduction starts to play.

Haruka Nanami: Can you hear it?

Ai Mikaze: Yes.... Thank you.

Senpai faces the sea and takes a deep breath.

His voice echoes as if it's overlapping with the sound of the ocean waves.

The song doesn't have lyrics yet, so he sings “lalala” instead.

The ocean at dusk and a clear voice.

I close my eyes, listening to his comforting voice, which blends in with the sound of the waves.

I want to listen to this voice carefully, I think—but then....

Suddenly, the singing stops.

Haruka Nanami: Ah.... Was it difficult to sing, perhaps?

This is the first time he's sung today. Maybe that's just how it is.

But even with songs he's seeing for the first time, he usually sings them without hesitation, so this was another rare occurrence.

Haruka Nanami: Should I play it one more time from the beginning? Or do you—

I stand up.

Ai Mikaze: Ugh—

I watch as Senpai's back jerks and he loses his balance.

He tumbles over, and his knees drop onto the sand.

Haruka Nanami: Senpai?!

The moment I rush over, I grab onto his arm.

Haruka Nanami: —!!

Ai Mikaze: Stop that song right now!!

What…?

Ai Mikaze: No.... Don't touch my heart!!

Haruka Nanami: Mikaze-senpai—?! What's wrong?

Ai Mikaze: “Mikaze…?”

“Mikaze....” No, that's not me… “Aine… Kisaragi… Aine....”

Aine…?

Senpai's expression distorts.

Ai Mikaze: Stop… stop it…! I didn't want to feel any emotions anymore. And yet, inside my heart… something is stirring, it's all a mess....

He grabs onto my wrists as he speaks.

Ai Mikaze: I'm begging you… don't move my heart any more. Don't sing that song. I don't want to think or feel anything!

His grip tightens.

Haruka Nanami: Stop—! Ugh, it hurts…!

I try to shake free from his hands, but he doesn't let up, continuing to squeeze my wrists tightly.

I'm scared....

Suddenly, fear starts to fill my heart.

Haruka Nanami: … Please… stop....

Help me… Mikaze-senpai!

Ai Mikaze: —!!

Senpai's body shakes as if he’s surprised, and the force on my wrists fades.

It's as if a thread of some kind has been snapped, and his whole body has gone limp....

He collapses onto my shoulder.

Ai Mikaze: … Uh… gh....?

Senpai staggers upright and lets out small groans, so I support him with trembling hands.

Haruka Nanami: ....

Senpai lifts his face and looks into my eyes…

… and then slowly opens his mouth.

Ai Mikaze: … What… happened?

What did I… do?

Senpai has come back to his senses, but doesn't remember anything.

(Chapter End)

#ai mikaze #utapri #all star ai

[vacantgodling]

🙅, ☎️ , 😘 ,🎚️, and 🦺 for Hya and Amon 👀👀👀

HENRIKEEEE <3 thank u for asking also i miss u sm weh 😭

🙅 Do they have any hard-no’s that someone wouldn’t expect?

hya: honestly, probably not. i feel like most people who were to genuinely guess his kinks would assume them correctly (unless they assume (1) he doesn’t have sex cuz they’re not wrong it’s only amon that actually ignites hya’s sex drive (2) you’re erecia who was SOOOO convinced hya was a bottom that she still doesn’t believe he’s not pfff)

amon: honestly amon doesn’t have many hard no’s, but actually until hya, bondage was a hard no for him, but he trusts hya WAY more than he trusts random gang members or people he was just in a fight with (which are the kinds of folks he usually had sex with before hya) so you can kind of understand his reasoning. the thing about hya and bondage as well is hya doesn’t tie him up in any way that amon couldn’t get out of if he didn’t want to—it’s almost more symbolic to the power hya has over him that makes amon stay in place. the ropes are more… symbolism to him and in a weird way, hya also understands that. it’s the power play, not that amon can’t legitimately get out; hya tends to enjoy tying amon up “prettily” (borderline shibari tbh) and less of the “yeah i’m actually capturing you/holding you down” shit. it’s one of the weird unspoken things they kind of just Get about each other.

☎️ Oh no, the phone is ringing in the middle of sex! What now?

hya would answer the phone of course, and unsurprisingly it would be tagetes, as they’re the only one who actually would Call hya. hya’s voice would stay perfectly controlled even as he was guiding amon to suck on his dick and honestly, the entire situation turns on amon so much he may start dripping through his pants. he really is attracted to the power hya has over him (even if he also views bottoming as a sort of power in its own right)

😘 They get a sultry look from a partner at a public event. What’s their next move?

i’m just gonna leave a quote here from chapter 9 specifically bc this technically happened and what did they do? they snuck off and fucked 💀

Hyacinthus glanced over his shoulder, only slightly; not enough to draw attention to it. The voice that rang in his ear was but a passing whisper, smokey like an open fire, and sent that same warmth chasing through Hyacinthus’s gut. In his peripheral, he caught sight of a plain black crow mask. In the dim electric light of the room, it glimmered with embedded black gems, only just so to give it the illusion of motion. It was a half mask like his own; the slow smile that came to the person’s face when they realized Hyacinthus was looking was far too telling.

“Shall I invite you to a dance?” The stranger asked, sliding behind him. They were taller than Hyacinthus, their shoulders broad yet dwarfed by his own. Familiar black gloves crept like vines up Hyacinthus’s waist, featherlight and not truly grasping but the tease that they could was there. Hyacinthus was thankful that most by now seemed to have lost interest in trying to speak with him, leaving him to focus on what he truly came here for.

Hyacinthus wasn’t sure he cared who saw them at this point.

“The less we are seen the better.” Hyacinthus still said on principle, and he pressed back into the figure, his voice low like the rumble of the tide. “The drawing room in the South Wing I have instructed to be purposefully unoccupied. We rendezvous there.”

“Then consider this adieu,” The stranger breathed against his neck. “Until we soon meet again.”

🎚️ Are they loud during sex? Do they like a noisy partner?

hya: he’s actually quite quiet during sex; yes he’ll talk dirty and tease and command, but his voice (in general) is more of a deep rumble/growl that’s reserved for whoever he’s speaking with’s ears. when they’re actually getting down to business he does moan but it’s again a deep thing and not something you’d be able to hear through walls. loud enough to light amon’s spine ablaze with desire but you probably wouldn’t hear it unless you were in the room or the walls were very, VERY thin.

amon: loud as fuck and he’s unashamed about it. if it feels good the whole world is going to know; and he knows that hya loves hearing him even if he won’t admit it out loud.

🦺How brazen are they about wearing kink gear in public?

hya: i’d say like a 4/10, however, if you count anything resembling lingerie AS actual lingerie then like an 8. he likes wearing clothing that accentuates his assets and sure that’s definitely tight tops and silk dresses, but it can also be things that show his cleavage or midriff etc. in a modern au it’d be an 8 all the time probably but he’s got a slightly different aesthetic than modern times so like; wouldn’t be against it generally speaking but yknow. fashion comes first for him.

amon: i mean, during aforementioned scene from chapter 9, amon had a butt plug in the whole night so pretty much brazen as fuck 💀💀 he’s very good at acting as though nothing is amiss but in a modern au if they had access to a remote controlled vibrator he’d be the one begging hya to use it on him versus the other way around. he does have an exhibition kink among his many others so HFHFHF

#s: paramour #they’re dumb i love them

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Kou Maniac [04]

CHAPTER MASTERLIST

ー The scene starts in the Ghouls’ manor

Yui: ( My ears been ringing this whole time for some reason... )

Kou: Yui, you look distressed. What’s wrong?

Yui: It’s nothing serious but my ears have been ringing for a while now...

Kou: Are you alright? You don’t feel nauseous, do you? 

Yui: Yeah, I’m fine. It just bothers me a little, that’s all...

I’m sure it’ll get better in time.

Kou: No, don’t say that! We have to fix it!

The air here might be bad for your health.

Yui: You think so...?

Kou: Even if that’s not the issue, it’ll only get worse if you leave it, you know?

ー He moves closer

*Rustle rustle* 

Kou: That’s why...I’ll heal you.

Yui: Heal me...?

Kou: I know a great method. Will you do as I say?

Yui: ( A great method, he says? Does that even exist...? )

Selection

→ Leave it up to him (M)

Yui: ( I’m not sure what he has in mind, but he sounds confident... )

I’ll leave it up to you then. 

Kou: Heeh...?

Yui: W-What...?

Kou: No, nothing. I was just thinking that it didn’t take very much convincing. 

Yui: I mean, you’re being so kind as to offer to fix the ringing in my ears...

Besides, I believe your method is worth the shot...

Kou: ...I see, I see. Then I better try my best so I succeed on the first try, huh?

→ Is this a prank? (S)

Yui: ( That grin on his face is suspicious... )

Is this a prank, maybe?

Kou: Ehー? Don’t you think it’s a little rude to assume that? Do you have that little faith in me? 

Yui: That’s not it, but...

Kou: But what?

Yui: ( I feel like I’ll upset him if I try to defend my case... )

Okay. I’m counting on you.

Kou: Yeah, yeah. You should have just said so from the very start. Well then, guess I’ll give it my best shot~

Kou: For starters, can you close your eyes?

Yui: S-Sure...

ー Yui closes her eyes

*Rustle*

Kou: Okay...Here it comes? Phew...

Yui: Hyah...!? 

ー She opens her eyes again and tries to move away

*Rustle* 

Kou: Come on, don’t move. The other side’s next, okay? Phew...

Yui: Hya! Wha!? Why...!?

Kou: Hm? My make-up artist told me that this is a great way to stop ringing in the ears.

Yui: Ah, d-don’t whisper in my ear...!

Kou: Nope, I have to confirm if it worked...So? Is the ringing gone? 

Yui: Yeah! It’s gone, it’s fixed, I swear...!

Kou: Really?

Yui: Yes, really...!

Kou: They’re flushed bright red, how cute...

Your ears really are your weak spot, aren’t they...? Nn...

Yui: No...Don’t bite...!

Kou: You’re overreacting. I’m just nibbling on them a little? Nn...Nnh...

Yui: Hyah...!

Kou: Don’t you realize that I pick on you because you give me such great reactions...?

Yui: T-That’s...!

Kou: Ahー Someone’s being defiant? I even was so kind to fix the ringing in your ears.

As your punishment...I’ll continue to whisper in your ear all day like this~

Yui: Eh...?

( T-That might be worse than the ringing... )

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #kou mukami #lost eden #diabolik lovers translation #lekoumaniac4

[statecryptids]

A new page from my Field Guide to Saturn WIP.

The book consists of messages exchanged between two explorers, Hyacinth and Jess, as they study the life of the Saturnian system of moons and rings.

This message from Hya talks about her fondness for a flower on the moon Titan that resembles the Earth flower from which she took her new name when she came out as trans.

Here's the full text of her letter:

"To My Brave Explorer,

I found a flower today. Not very surprising, I know. But this flower- well, it feels like it was meant for me. I know that sounds silly. But let me explain.

I don’t think I’ve told you yet how I chose the name Hyacinth. It’s not the name I was given at birth, as you’ve probably guessed. I don’t want to write my birth name. I don’t hate it. I’ve made peace with that name and the time when I had to use it. But that wasn’t me.

I’ve always loved flowers. When I was a kid, I tried to help my mom in the garden, but my dad always pulled me away. “Boys don’t play with flowers,” he’d say. Soon he wouldn’t even let me get near mom’s garden ‘cause he said it’d make me “soft” (that’s the least nasty of the words he used). I used to cry until I fell asleep.

Eventually I decided I didn’t want to cry anymore, so I made the weeds in our lawn into my garden. My secret garden that dad wouldn’t notice. The dandelions, the white clovers, blue speed-wells, thistles, oxalis. The little tough, pink spurge that grew in the sidewalk cracks. But my favorites were the grape hyacinths. They were tough. Everything in my garden was tough. Even after I mowed the lawn, everything grew right back in just a few days. And everything in my garden was beautiful. But that blue-purple in the hyacinths became my favorite color. It was the color of the evening just after dusk.

 I used to lie on the grass in the morning watching tiny green wasps, striped bees, and fuzz-ball Bombylius flies drink from the tiny violet bells.

When I decided it was time to choose my own name, I knew right away what I wanted. I practiced writing it out for weeks   before I finally had the courage to say it out loud. I thought about using the scientific name at first- Muscaria. Kind of a nice ring to it, don’t you think? Except it means “musk” in Greek, so that wasn’t going to work. So I’m Hyacinth, then.

So why am I talking about my name? Because, Jess, the flowers I found today? They’re my grape hyacinths.

I mean, they’re not really hyacinths. They’re nothing like Earth plants. They don’t photosynthesize. They get their energy from kinetic energy given off by other organisms- that’s an explanation for another letter.

But the little violet bells are there. And when I laid down to watch them, I saw pollinators climbing up into them. I caught a couple for Dr. Salmonson to study. I’ll send you some drawings soon.

I know this’ll sound silly too, but seeing these flowers so much like my Muscaria, it makes me feel, well, please don’t laugh at me, Jess. It feels like Titan is welcoming me. Like it’s saying I belong here.

I don’t know- does that sound stupid? I have to think about this.

                                                      ***

Okay, I’m back. I thought about just throwing out that last part, but it’s a feeling I can’t shake. I know Titan isn’t alive. I just- I’ve never felt at home anywhere on Earth before. I didn’t even understand the idea of “home”.  But since we got to Titan, I’m starting to understand.

And, well, I think I feel the same way about you, Jess.

Love,

Hya"

#speculative biology #trans artwork #speculative fiction #wip update #speculative ecology

[mightbesmall]

Their Fae Bestfriend: How you met

Genre: Fluff

Characters: Heartslabyul version plus a bonus character at the end.

Warnings: Plant based nicknames, most likely ooc.

Summary: You are their Fae bestie, you have seen it all being old and all but what if you met some very…interesting people!

Additional note: I was taking a nap and my eyes flew open, probably looked like a gremlin, and I yelled “I have an idea!” Please help my dad yelled at me😢 Anyways this will be part 1 of 2, how you met and then there will be little headcanons on your relationship in part 2!

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Ace

He was in the Botanical gardens, looking tools for those chestnuts when he found…someone… laying down next to a flower bed. Usually he’d ignore people when he doesn’t feel like being a jerk but they were holding a pair of clippings, he could use those! 

He decided to just carefully.. carefully… pry them from the strangers hands… almost there…

A hand gripping his wrist sent shocks all over his body. ‘Huh?!’ A single eye opened and just stared at him. 

…

…

…

How awkward. Thankfully the stranger, who he now acknowledges to be a fae shit is he going to die, let go of his wrist before sitting up properly. They seemed to be staring into his soul, it was creepy..

”Mh, you are odd.” They said. Odd?! Him!

”Excuse me but you were the one staring into my soul!” He retaliated because of course- they just smiled at him. Weirdo.

”What’s your name?” 

“I’m not answering that until you give me yours!” It probably wasn’t a good idea to have this attitude with someone who could fold him like a beach chair but he’s on a tight schedule trying to get this collar off so really he doesn’t care all that much right now.

”My my, you are amusing! My name is…” They replied with a mischievous glint in their eyes.

”Huh that’s a weird name. I guess I’ll introduce myself, the names Ace.” 

“It’s lovely to meet you Ace.”

Deuce

Deuce was running late, he got up early and decided to gather ingredients for the project in potionoligy that was due in a couple of hours because he procrastinates like that but he got distracted and missed the first bell so is now running like his life depended on it and- 

And he just slammed into another student! Not to mention his ingredients are falling in slow motion, at least it looks that way. Is this going to be another egg situation?

A hand shot out.

”You should look we’re you are going.” A voice sounded out, he looked up only to see the student he probably slammed into standing before him, ingredients in hand. They were a fae.. and a third year by the looks of it… shit!

He backflipped onto his feet before proceeding to slam his forehead into the ground yelling “I AM SO SORRY I BUMPED INTO YOU SENPAI!!” Honestly if they weren’t used to Sebek yelling, they would’ve gone death. 

“Eh? Please raise your head, you’ll get a headache otherwise.” 

Deuce raised from his position and turned into a board, he was so stiff. 

“You don’t need to look so rigid either Hyacinth.” They said with a small smile. Hyacinth? What’s with that name?

”Uh- Hya-Hyacith uhm wait no, Hyacinth?” He struggled to pronounce the weird nickname he was given.

”Yes you are small and blue like a Hyacinth! They also are associated with spring and rebirth!” They said with a little dorky smile that he almost forgot that they were a tall, fae upperclassman. 

“O-oh tha-that’s interesting!” He replied, inwardly cursing himself for stuttering. To his surprise they just chuckled.

”Heheh.. no need to be so afraid Hyacinth. Now let us introduce ourselves yeah? I’m…” They stuck a hand out to which Deuce shakily held.

”My name’s Deuce Spade. It’s nice to meet you!” They shook his hand with a close-eyed smile.

”Wonderful to meet you Hyacinth!”

Cater

Cater was out for a walk, the sky was so pretty and totally Magicam worthy! So he obviously took a selfie, he positioned his phone so you could see the golden sky, him of course and the gorgeous apple tree. He threw up a peace sign with an aesthetically pleasing grin. After reviewing it, he deduced that he looked great as always and the background was fabulous! 

"And posted! #GoldenHour #NoFilter!" He was quite content with that post, seeing the like button getting spammed.

"Well I can agree with that." 

"Gwah!" He almost dropped his phone from that jumpscare. Whipping his head in the direction the voice came from he saw a classmate of his.

"Hehe... did I scare you?" They had a cute grin on their face.

"OMS, you are tots adorbs!" He was gushing! So cute!! They only blinked before laughing, it was pleasant to listen to. 

"You are a bold one huh? I'm.... a first year." The fae introduced themself. Cater beamed,

"Cater Diamond, a first year of Heartslabyul!" He shook their hand.

"It's lovely to meet you Cater!"

Trey

He was humming a tune whilst making pasties for upcoming unbirthday party. He then turned around only to jump from being face to face with the fae first year.

"Hello!" They waved with a closed-eye smile. Trey cleared his throat before replying.

"Ah yes, hello." They opened their eyes and looked around him, at the pastries. 

"Ooh, what are you making?" They asked with childlike wonder as if they weren't centuries years old. Nonetheless, Trey only shook his head and chuckled, they reminded him of his younger siblings.

"These are the pastries for the unbirthday party." He explained, enjoying the way their face lit up. It was like they haven't spoken to someone yet, though he supposes they haven't due to the fleeting rumours he's heard. 

"Can I help? Lilia-san taught me how to cook!" Yeah, they weren't the scary, brooding fae from those rumours.

"I don't see why not." He replied with a shrug, unaware of the severe consequences. 

"Nice! My name is... by the way." 

"Trey Clover, a second year." They smiled up to him.

"Pleasure to meet you Trey!"

Riddle

It was odd. Not only did he have Floyd following him but a classmate of his started taking an interest in him as well.

"Hello Rosebud! How are you this morning? I also heard you got promoted to Housewarden, congratulations." They said in one breath, impressive to be honest.

"I'm fine [Surname], can you please stop calling me that... and yes I got the title of Housewarden." He replied curtly. He really didn't want to speak to them at all but their insistence was making it hard.

"Hehe~ no can do Rosebud! But I am glad you're well." They said sincerely, it almost made Riddle feel...warm...

"Hmm, heyy Rosebud?" They asked after a brief blanket of silence. Of course he couldn't get any silence with them around. He sighed.

"Yes?"

"Would you like to have an afternoon tea with me?" They asked with a welcoming and warm smile. Well when they look at him like that how can he refuse? (NO! He does NOT enjoy their company.)

"Fine but the Queen of Hearts' rule number-"

"Yes yes, I remember Rosebud. I'll have the right tea for you." They smoothly cut him off. He only huffed and didn't take their head surprisingly. 

"Good. At least someone remembers the rules." He said curtly with an inclined head. They only chuckled.

"I look forward to your visit, Rosebud."

??????

"Ohhhh Mozuuusss~" Ah, them again. This fae won't stop following him around since they found out he taught them History of Magic. They were rather headache inducing.

"Please leave me alone." He lost count how many times he has said that to them but he knows it started somewhere in his youth.

"Kehehehee~ My answer never changes Mozus!" They replied, now standing in front of his desk. The man just sighed, running a hand through his greying hair.

"Why do you still insist on following me?" He asked exasperated. They replied without missing a beat.

"You are just so amusing that I can't help but want to tease you!"

#twisted wonderland #riddle rosehearts #trey clover #cater diamond #ace trappola #deuce spade #heartslabyul #reader insert #fluff #funky plant names #brrr’s writing

[aspenmissing]

𝙳𝚊𝚝𝚊_𝟶𝟷_𝙻𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚗 (𝙿𝚝 𝟷)

In a shop called, Junk Shop Mediocrity, a blue haired male was talking on the phone with a customer.

"Thanks for calling Junk ship Mediocrity" The male, Aoba Seragaki, ended the call with the customer, only to come back on the phone for another customer who was calling. "How can I help you today?" He asks. "Yeah...Yeah...We've got a bunch of those in stock actually. Would you like to get one of them from us? Hello? What? My voice?" Aoba sighed softly. "That's awfully nice of you to say, but yeah, we've got those parts your looking for. The S type...We've actually got a special going right now. You wanna place an order?" Aoba taps his pen against the desk. "Sounds good. Thank you very much. I just need a credit card number to hold the order for you" Aoba then sighed again and placed the phone back into its charging holder.

"Aoba, let me guess. You got another compliment about your voice" His allmate, Ren, says. Aoba leans back in his chair, hands behind his head.

"Yeah...Seriously, I don't get the bid deal with voice anyway"

"It's getting people to place orders, so lighten up will you" Another voice says. Aoba and Ren turns their head to spot a silver looking cat allmate, Sushi, licking her paw.

"She had a point"

"Yeah, your right you two. It just started getting a little weird when guys said it. I just don't get why Y/N/N can't do it. She's the girl here"

"They just prefer yours" A purple to blue haired girl says, coming out from the back. Y/N L/N. "Besides, I don't even work here"

"They don't know that" Aoba whines.

"Aoba, you've got mail" Ren announces. Aoba looks at his coil.

"Right" Aoba goes to check.

"Your open, hya!" A voice shouts , a young boy with brown hair and a band-aid on his noise, wearing a mouse suit. He swung a stick on top of Aoba's head, causing Aoba to hold his head in pain.

"Ow, you friggin, little brat!" Aoba says.

"Your just as weak as you've ever been, Aoba" The Little girl, Mio, says.

"You've gotta be tough" Kio says.

"Hey, that's my line"

"How many times do we have to tell you to not play around in here. You three could get seriously hurt" Y/N says with a soft yet bold tone. The three kids look at her, just noticing her presence. Nao and Kio wore a small blush on their faces as they raced towards her, causing Sushi to jump onto the counter where Aoba was and leave Y/N to be pulled into a bone-crushing hug by the two younger boys, their arms wrapping around her neck as her's wrap around their bodies.

"Y/N!" They yell, as Nao starts to rub his cheek against Ruka's. She chuckles, hugging the two boys back. Mio giggles and skips over to Y/N, hugging her legs. Y/N looks down at the girl and smiles softly.

"Do I need to get a kendo stick of my own, you brat!" Aoba warns, looking at the siblings. Mio pulls away, grabbing Ren.

"I'm so scared. I'm gonna leave right now" Mio taunts, playing with Ren's paws.

"P-Please stop" Ren says. Sushi laughs as she licks her paw. Ruka places the two boys down. Kio separates from Y/N, leaving Nao to keep hugging Y/N, who rubs his head. Nao then looks up at the shelves, pointing to something that catches his eye "Hey, what's that?"

"I'm not sure" Kio says, mobbing next to his brown-headed brother. Aoba looks at them with narrowed eyes, but then relaxes when he feels a small hands rub his back, getting all of the kinks and knots out, causing him to sigh with relief. He looks up to see Y/N, and she smiles down at him.

"What would I do without you Y/N/N?"

"Meh" Aoba's coil beeps and he looks down at it with curiosity. He jumps up when his coil beeped, meaning that he replied and sent.

"Wait. Whoa, I didn't tell it to send" He looks to Y/N "I didn't just pick up some some Trojan did I?" She shrugs. The three kids go over to them.

"We're you just watching porn on your watch" Nao asks.

"Of course not" Aoba says, a deadpanned expression on his face.

"And why would you even suggest that?" Y/N asks, eyes squinted. At that moment, the owner of Junk Shop Mediocrity, Haga, announced his arrival as he held a box with his two hands.

"Hello there Aoba. And nice to see you again, Y/N" Haga greets the two warmly.

"Hey, welcome back boss" Aoba greets.

"Heya" Y/N says, leaning her arms over Aoba's shoulders. Her chin resting on his head.

"Yeah, I'm sorry it took me so long to get here" He notices that Aoba and Y/N aren't alone "Well now, look who's here. Wild things are visiting" The three kids smirk

"Hey, Aoba. Could you two do something for me? Sorry to ask, but could you take this pack to the delivery works? I'd take it myself but you know how things are" Haga asks, showing Aoba the box he had in his hands. Aoba nods as she starts to get up from his seat. Y/N moves back and holds out her arms for Sushi to jump into them. She does so.

"I'll come along too" Y/N says.

"We're out" Aoba says. Ren is sat in his bag, his head sticking out. "You guys be careful up there"

As Aoba and Y/N start to walk out of the show, they could hear Haga, "Behave, you guys" He scolds the children "Here, now, you three. It's dangerous to play around in the store. Children...."

"Oh, shut up!" Kio yelled out to Haga as he tried to get the item his siblings and himself wanted to have.

"Shut up, baldy" Nao yelled out too after Kio, Haga who was in a frozen position.

But outside the store, Y/N and Aoba kept calmly walking down the street and away from the shop. The two stop in their tracks as they hear Nao's words. If they were to look behind them, they would see the imaginary fire coming out from under the shop's door. They both could hear Haga's angry cried as they also hear the three siblings screams of terror.

"You thinks those kids would learn not to say that" Y/N says, Aoba shrugs. She wraps her right hand around Aoba's left bicep and laid her head on his arm; Sushi in her left arm, as Ren is sat in Aoba's bag.

==Flashback==

Years ago, a short brown haired girl walks down an alley, her cat allmate walking besides her. The girl wears a worn out jacket with baggy pants. They hear commotion and they quickly but quietly heads down the alley to another, and they turn the corner to see about 3 boys, surrounding a girl with long blue hair.

"We should leave, we don't want to get into any bother" the cat says, walking away.

"Your right" the brown haired girl goes to follow her.

"Come on sissy, scream like a girl you are!"

"I'm not a girl!" The brown haired girl stops in her tracks "Stop it, it-it hurts!" The ring leader of the group continues to pull his blue hair, as he winces in pain. The brown haired girl feels her short hair, frowning, remembering her days...

"Please stop pulling my hair! It hurts!"

She picks up a metal pipe.

The boys laugh as they keep pulling the younger boy's hair, tears starting to well up in his eyes. Suddenly the leader hears shouts of pain behind him and he lets go of the boys hair, turning around to see his friends on the ground holding their stomachs in pain. The brown haired girl stood between the two, metal pipe in hand.

"Leave the boy alone, or you'll end up like your friends" The leader doesn't respond quick enough and she raises the pipe higher "NOW!" The boy quickly grabs his two friends and they take of running down the street, screaming for their mom's "Sissys" She says, dropping the pipe on the ground. She goes over to the blue haired boy and crouches down to him, showing soft eyes and a soft smile.

"You okay, kid?" He nods, tears still flowing down his face "Hey, don't cry" She wipes away the tears "Don't let them get you down, there just jealous that you have such pretty hair" The boy hiccups.

"Y-You don't think I'm a girl?" The girl smiles sadly.

"I'll admit, at first I did. But now I see you are completely male. But I apologise for thinking so. I just didn't like how they were pulling your hair, remind me of when I got mine pulled. Reason why my hair is so short now." She gestures to her short hair "And I cried to, but I learned their opinions and actions aren't worth my tears" The boy wipes the rest of his tears away with his sleeve "Let me introduce myself, my name's Y/N and this-" She gestures to the cat allmate who had been sat on top of boxes watching the scene "-is Sushi. What's your name?"

"A-Aoba"

"Well, it's very nice to meet you Aoba. Now" Y/N stands up, holding out her left hand "Let's get you back home" Aoba doesn't hesitate to grab her hand and the three walk away.

==Flashback End==

Aoba, Y/N, Sushi and Ren walk down the sidewalk, Aoba with a slight smile at the remembrance on how he had met Y/N and Sushi, how different Y/N looked now from back then. When Ruka and Sushi took him home, his granny was worried and Y/N had explained what happened. His granny had then offered her a place to stay, since she knew that Y/N didn't have a home due to what she was wearing. Y/N had gladly took up the offer and now she and Sushi had become part of the family.

"So how do we get down to delivery works today?" Aoba asks, looking to his allmate. Ren looks at all the routes that he could find, and when he did he suggests the route to the two.

"Formulating recommendation..." Many maps show up in front of Ren's face "East 241 street is closed for inspection. And there are several busses out of service. Your best bet is going to be the north terminal"

"Thanks Ren, works for us" Y/N thanks the dark blue allmate.

"All in a days work" Ren reply's.

"This is an request for citizens of the Old Residential District" The news lady says in the background "Recently, there has been an increased in internal clashes among members of the street gang, Ribsteez." Aoba and Y/N stop when a sign came up and said 'stop'. Aoba sighs, looking to the female Ribsteez leader.

"Seriously, Y/N/N? Did you and your gang make the members of Ribsteez clash again"

"Hmm" She places a finger on her chin, showing a thinking face "Will you believe me if I said no?" Aoba shakes his head playfully "It's not just me" She defends herself, Sushi still in her arms. Aoba sighs softly when he realizes he has more gang leader friends. Two of which he has know since childhood.

"If you see anything, please report to the police immediately" The female news reporter says. Y/N looks to Aoba with a sheepish grin.

"You won't turn me in, will you?" Aoba smirks.

"I just might" Y/N playfully pouts, turning her head. Aoba than holds her right hand softly, entwining their fingers together loosely "Nah, your to important. Besides-" Aoba uses his other hand to fit up Y/N's hood over her face" -who else will get me free passage through the streets without hassle" Y/N lifts the hood back, to make it sit on top of her head. She looks up at the man she's known since childhood and smiles.

"So what, I'm just some get out a hassle free card" She jokes. Aoba shrugs with a laugh before himself and Y/N turn back to the screen.

"Also, anyone leaving the island is required by law to obtain permission. Thank you for your cooperation." The news woman concludes her news report.

Just then, a commercial came on to the screen. It showed a purple cat that had jumped for a pile of boxes onto the surface of a wood table and rubbed her head with its paw. An announcer then had just started talking about the fluffy purple cat, "The new allmate D7! With the long awaited cat-type specs and convenient picked size" Sushi and Ren looks up at their owners who are staring at the commercial with a straight face.

"Hey, Aoba, Y/N" A voice says behind them, which causes them to look back and turns around to the source, the two dropping their hands. Aoba hummed in response and Y/N smiled at who had called them, returning one. A man stood at the top on cement stairs that connected to the side of a hair salon building, wearing a Red Kimono, a big katana on his back and a small red bird allmate perched on his shoulder.

"Koujaku" Aoba greets.

"What are you two doing all the way out here?" He asks, making his way down the cemented stairs.

"What do you think? I'm working, and Y/N decided to tag along. I'm making a delivery" Aoba says.

"What about you?" Y/N asks. Koujaku stops in front of the two, looking down at her as she looks back up at him; he gives her a closed-eye smile.

"I'm always busy"

"Yeah right, whatever" Aoba says, sarcastically. Koujaku then pulls Y/N from Aoba's side and near his own body. He strokes Sushi's head, who purrs.

"Well, if your delivering something then your probably on your way to delivery works" Koujaku says "Bet your wearing out your shoes" Koujaku says, playing with Y/N's hair. "Say Hi to Yoshie for me"

"I say Hi so you don't have to again. What's up with that?"

"Lucky Dog, you get to see Clara again don't you" Beni, Koujaku's allmate says. Ren sweat drops.

"You've got a strange definition of lucky" Sushi says, looking up at the small bird, from Y/N's arms.

"I agree" Ren agrees.

"Well, it ain't that bad" Koujaku notices Aoba's hair.

"I couldn't help but notice but it looks like your letting your hair grow wild again" Koujaku says. He reaches out to touch Aoba's hairs, but stops himself.

"Yeah, Yeah I need a haircut, just don't stare at it" Aoba frowns slightly "It's kind of embarrassing to me, having someone as professional as you standing around, plotting a make over for me" Koujaku smiles.

"You actually did a good job with it this time, you shouldn't be so self-conscious" Koujaku looks down at the ombre haired girl, pulling her hood down gently "And your hair's also getting longer. I told you to stop by whenever and you'll be on the top of my list"

"I know, I know. I've been meaning to, but I've just been caught up with stuff lately. I mean, you know how the boys are" Koujaku nods, knowing how the members of her team 'Jokers' are. They live up to their name, they love getting into fights and sometimes jokes with their opponents, such as: pretending to be scared only to kick their ass, or back out of fights only to turn around and clock their opponents in the head.

"Mr. Koujaku!" A faint yell calls him, causing him to look back with a curious look on his face, his arms still around Y/N's shoulders. Two girls were running near Aoba, Koujaku, and Y/N and their allmates.

"Where are you opening your shop today? I don't trust anyone else with my hair" A woman with brown hair that went to her shoulders asked with her hands together in front of her, a pleading look on her face.

"Well, that's nice" Koujaku says, giving them another closed-eye smile. The two girls have heart eyes, looking at Koujaku. They then stop their heart-eye glances to look at Y/N in his arms, and they stare at her with jealousy. Y/N then glares back at the two girls. Aoba sees the tension and gently grabs her left arm, pulling her away from his hold.

"Okay, we've gotta go" Aoba says, walking away with Y/N, when the stop sign finally decides to sink back and reappear onto the other side.

"Right, see you later. If you ever want a real hair cut, just let me know okay, Aoba. Same goes for you Y/N!"

"Not gonna happen, dude" Aoba says.

"I'll try" Y/N says.

"Hey, I forgot, I'll be by later so say hi to your grandma for me okay?"

"Yeah, yeah" Aoba says, waving his hand at Koujaku, not looking "Jeez"

"He's just trying to be nice, Aoba" Y/N says gently, her arm wrapped around his arm.

==Flashback==

Years ago, a young Aoba and Y/N are with two other boys at an abandoned area. Y/N's hair is slightly longer than the time her and Aoba had met and she's in cleaner clothes.

"Your hair looks like a girls. You expect us to believe it hurts when you touch it" One of the boys says, gripping Aoba's hair. They tug as Aoba whimpers in pain as the boys laugh.

"Leave him alone!" Young Y/N says, hitting the boy holding her in the arm, only for her hair to be gripped by the boy holding her.

"Just tell us if it hurts, sissy" A hand grips at the boy holding Aoba's hair. A young Koujaku glares at them.

"You jerks, you shouldn't treat a girls hair like that, understand"

"What did you say?" The boy asks. Koujaku's grip hardens "Ow! Hey! Watch it!" Koujaku flings the guy holding Aoba's hair to the ground and the one holding Y/N is suddenly smacked in the face by the back of her head, falling to the ground, groaning in pain. Y/N holds Aoba close, who's nuzzles his face into her side

"You okay miss?" Koujaku asks Y/N, she nods, smiling. He looks down at Aoba, who's still nuzzled into Y/N's side "Hey little girl, are you okay?" Y/N goes to answer but is cut off by Aoba's tears and hiccups.

"I-I'm not a girl" Aoba says, continuing to cry. Y/N rubs the side of his head.

==Flashback End==

Aoba, Y/N, Ren and Sushi continue their way to Delivery Works. Aoba has his eyes closed and kept walking, as Y/N holds onto his right arm to guide him across the street as the two had remembered how they met Koujaku.

"Well," Aoba starts after they finished the flashback "Even after Koujaku found out I was actually a guy. He still took the time to keep the jerks off my back" Aoba says, he then looks to Y/N and Sushi "And you were just the same, you took me around places and kept bother away from me"

"Koujaku's good like that" Sushi says, now sat with Ren in Aoba's bag.

"No, Koujaku, Y/N, and yourself are good like that" Ren corrects, licking Sushi's cheek. Sushi instantly goes to clean herself with her paw.

"Yeah" Aoba agrees as he looked at Y/N who was smiling at the two allmates.

==The Jokers Logo/Sushi/Y/N's Looks==

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¤ The Invitation ¤

{ Aemond Targaryen }

《 Part 6 》

When Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen's big family arrive at King's Landing for princess Haelena and prince Aegon Targaryen's wedding, things go as they always do. Dragons, uncles, nephews and cousins discussing and fighting, tension on every look, and disconfort when being with each other. Just the usual stuff...until the princess Daera Targaryen got drunk at a ball where The One-Eyed Prince happened to sneaked in

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Warnings: swearing, family bullying, family drama, generational trauma, allusions and mention of marital rape, bloody fight, TARGARYEN INCEST [cousinXcousin]

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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-Hya!-

Aemond, in a agitated gasp, lows himself quickly when seeing Cole's wooden morningstar directing right to his head. The Targaryen prince smirks breathless, raising his sword to fight against the other weapon.

He swings the blade in the air, having a hand behind his back while following cautionly every move of his instructor, who was fully sweated while training with him, not giving him even a chance to breath.

-Knees softened!-, shouts Criston while attacking him.

-They are!-, Aemond screams back, furrowing his brows at the same time he went side to side like crazy, evading all the punches.

-You can be faster, my prince, they can be more softened!-, said the instructor, giving him a fast palm on his knees, correcting them.

The one-eyed made a tsk, trying to relax more as he still dodged all of Cole's moves. He began to smile, noticing that the prince gained more looseness and control on the attacks of his sword.

-Very well, my prince!-. Celebrated a smiling Criston.

Aemond, stopless, sighed with hidden proud of himself, pressing a smirk on his furrowed lips. He looked at the bouncing morningstar, but suddenly, a person passing from far behind robbed all of his eye's attention.

He saw Daera walking ladylike in one of the open halls of the castle, having her hair all free, wearing a fresh dress color blue, just like the sea of this very country. She was walking with a maiden, chatting with her with a brilliant smile and soft hand movements, blinking slowly and gorgeously, almost in slow motion.

The one-eyed prince sighed breathless, looking at her for just two seconds. And in those two seconds, the morningstar suddenly reached his legs and made him fall harshly on the floor with a loud scream.

Every spectator gasped surprised at the fallen prince.

-What happened?!-, snorted Criston handing him a hand.

When hearing all of those gasps, from the arena, Daera lightly turned her head, finding Aemond in the ground and breathless, staring at her surreptitiously, standing with Cole's help. The princess pressed a discreet smile, and turned around again, keeping her walk as if nothing happened.

The One-Eyed Prince hided a smile, licking his lips, serious, and looking at the instructor again, who stared at him with arms crosses.

-From the beginning-, Criston orders, taking his morningstar again.

-I would not expect less-, nodded Aemond raising his sword again, now with all the concentration of the world.

They both grunted clashing their weapons immediately.

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Around an hour later, Aemond's after lunch training was ended, and now he was silently walking through one of the castle's halls, going quiet and serene, a little loss on his thoughts too.

His eye capted a pair of maidens who were entering to the same hall, elbowed helded. They were talking, but shuted up at the instant of meeting the One-Eyed Prince with their gace. Oh, he looked so tense, and cold, ready to kill.

To them.

Aemond gulped and began to raise a hand, planning on waving it to the ladies, almost smiling to them. But they were faster. They smirked quickly, nodded, and hastened their steps with disimulated hurry, holding tight to each other when they passed at his side.

He lowed his hand slowly, gulping hard and keeping his sight front, now feeling how he was indeed tense now. He just blinked, keeping his path with the same silence and the same quietness. He wondered if being silent was synonym of a despicable persons. Should he talk more?

He turned on a corner, and instantly captivated the look of a knight of the Kingsguard, who looked at him in a full silent, not saying a word. Or well, not having to. Behind his silver helmet, he stared at the prince from up to down, scrutinizing his ugly brown eyepatch, asking himself how could a person bears to wear that every single day.

Aemond walked three more steps, wanting to keep going, but he just could not. He could not tolerate that silent insolence. So he stopped, and quickly turned around on his place, staring back at the guard.

This one froze on his place, straigntening his wide shoulders and driving his look front in a second.

-Hmm...-. Serious, Aemond humms, crossing his arms behind his back and looking at the guard with his only eye wide opened-. Ser-, he greets in a nod.

-My prince-. The knight responds instantly, staring at the wall. Aemond blinks, gulping at the hypocrisy. When he finally looks, no one looks back.

-Having a good day?-, he asks.

-I am, my prince-. He nodded, emotionless.

-Hmm-, Aemond makes a disinterested face with his lips furrowed-. I wonder, Ser, between you and me, who is the one...maimed?-. He questioned, serious.

The knighy felt his heart fasting its beats, still looking at the wall at every moment.

-My prince?-, he calls, doubtly.

-Answer my question-, Aemond orders. The man gulped harshly.

-You are, my prince-. He responds, almost in a whisper. The one-eyed smiled with lips closened and opened gace, beginning to nod, almosut amused.

-Why? What do I- what do I suffer of?-, he kept with the question, nearing one more step.

-You...-the knight trembled inside of his armour, praying to all of The Seven-. You lack an eye, my prince-. His whisper was barely heard.

-Hm, I do-. Aemond nods, nearing more. He could smell the knight's disgusting sweat. He looked at him straight to the eye while his was flickering of fear, evading him-. Then, I wonder...why are you the one not capable of looking at me?-, he groundly and madly spat his words with slowness.

-My prince-, his soul left his body.

-I want you to look at me-. He mumbles, almost in a grunt. He wanted so bad to take his eyepatch off, to show him what was underneath it and scaring him for life, but he was not truly capable of it, knowing that he himself would not take his predictable reaction lightly. So, this was all he could allow himself to do-. Look at me, Ser!-. He harshly orders.

The Ser looks at him, going breathless when encountering with that heavy and big eye nailed on his face. Aemond smiled briefly, feeling a wave of power cover his body. The power of fear.

But that feeling longed short, because the knight suddenly looked to somewhere else, mouth lightly opened, and fright dancing on his eye when looking behind him. The prince furrowed his eyebrows, turning his to look at the same place.

Jace was just entering the hall when finding this scene. He stopped in there, tightening his fist nervous but seriously. Aemond's gace darkened even more, turning around slowly while he forgot about the importance he was giving to the knight.

-Leave us-, he simply orders.

-My princes-. The Ser does not wait one second more, turning around and quickly walking away from the hall, leaving the two princes utterly alone.

Jacaerys inhaled slowly, looking at his uncle, while him was straightened standed, staring back at him with certain taunt, not speaking a word. And, in the same way, the brown-haired one just sighed and continued his path.

The only thing heard was Jace's steps, for the other prince was frozen on his place, just seeing how he pretended to ignore him, almost getting away.

-Rare, it is, that you are not with your dear brother while you are wakling, nephew-. Aemond spoke from a moment to another.

His sharp voice made Jace stop at the instant, sighing with his jaw clenched. He had no option but to turn around, facing his uncle, who slowly turned around too, sidening a little smirk.

-My brother is, at the moment, attending to his own matters-. Jacaerys said, noticing the obvious taunt on the silver-haired expression. He couldn't hold his next words-. Much rare it would be if you weren't scaring poor souls around the castle-, he says taking a step front.

Aemond's blood instantly boiled, tightening his arms behind his back and stepping front too, feeling his hair bounce on his back.

-Well, I wonder if you are good at fighting as you are good at talking-, Aemond says coldly and burlesque, opening his eye wide.

-I owe you no demostration-, denied Jace, shaking his head side to side.

-Your rejection does not please me, but I think it is for the best, nephew-. The older prince smiles with fakeness, looking down at him-. I recognize your mother would not endure to see her pup hurted-, he shrugged with pitiness.

Jace scoffs in disbelief, going breathless.

-Pup?-, he repeated, narrowing his brown eyes. The purplle-eyed one smiled, tilting his head slowly. Jacaerys tightened his fist, blinking harshly-. I will give you no pleassure from a quarrel-, he dryly speaks, planning on turning around again.

-But her pup is strong, I am sure-. Aemond sings his word, calmly. Jace stops one more time, feeling how the fury was growing fastly inside him at the mention of that fucking word.

-I recommend you to silent yourself-, Jacaerys points at him with a trembling finger.

-An invitation, this is, nephew-. Aemond dances a little over his feet, looking down at him with such taunt, and hate-. Let us test your...strongness, tonight, in our family supper-. He whispers, leaning front.

The young prince opened his eyes hugely, with his chest coming up and down while looking at him in every moment.

-Mayhaps you are right, and the family would thank an espectacle from our part-, Jace sourly murmurs, nearing fearless-. How does that sounds, uncle?!-, he raises his voice a little.

-Do not bark at me, pup-. Aemond whispers, wanting to knock him off so bad. And Jace grunted, seeking for the same.

-Jace!-. And, the dear Baela came to dissolve such close fight. She appeared fastly, coming in the middle of them and placing her hands on Jace's chest, making him walk back.

He just breathed fastly and angry, looking at his uncle, who stared at the girl with tediousness because of her interruption.

-Go. Go!-, Baela insisted with reproachment, looking at Jace. He looks back at her eyes, fighting against his own fury and calming his fast breath when seeing her purple gace-. Go-, she pushes him a little harder.

Jacaerys turns around in a low grunt, immediately walking away from there, agitated. Baela faced Aemond, and he looked at her coldly and repentanceless.

-Leave them alone!-, grunted the princess, referring to both Velaryon boys.

-You wish too much to be like your sister, cousin-. Aemond looked at her, emotionless, thinking of Daera. Baela snorted, angry-. Hmm...tame your hound-. He coldly says, turning around, and leaving at the contrary direction.

Baela grunted, not knowing what she can answered him with. But she fastly forgot about that, knowing that it was not worth it. So, she turns, finding Jace resting his hands on the balcony railing, tense.

The Targaryen princess sighs, walking to him a little quick.

-Jace-, she names.

-I hate the capital!-, he suddenly shouts, punching the concret with his fist. She presses her lips, stopping at his side.

-I know...-she whispers, looking at him. Jace looks what at her, slowly showing himself ashamed.

-You do know I am not violent-, he murmurs, shrugging a little.

Baela smiles tinyly, raising a hand of hers, and placing it softly above one of Jace's, who looked at there with his lips opened.

-I know that too...-she nodded in a brief laugh, feeling her heart beating fastly.

Jacaerys stared at Baela, beginning to smile nervously, at the same time he felt how his cheeks burned.

Aemond abandoned that hall, having his face fully soured. The day he finally gets to break those bastards's jaws, will be declared by himself his new nameday, tha happiest of days. None will compare.

He tried to forget that moment and bury his angriness while he kept walking, now making his way to his mother's chambers. He has not seen her since the morning, and perhaps he could just sit a while on her fireplace, and talk a little with her, or read a book.

Anything. He just wanted calm.

Soon, he arrived there, taking the handle and opening slowly with a quiet small smile.

-Mother?-, he softly calls, looking around for her.

And, he found her. But she was not alone. In the room there were also the Maester Mellos, and his grandfather, the Hand of The King. Aemond faded his smirk slowly, becoming aware that they were all surrounding one person.

The King.

Aemond gulped, resting a hand on the door's frame while looking inside. The quarter was full of candles and incenses, producing a heavy smell to any nose. He blinked with his eye reflecting the candles, directing his gace to him.

Viserys was weakly seated on a chair, breathing slowly, with his grey skin bruised purplely everywhere, his thin hair falling poorly over his shoulders, and his dirty mouth letting out constant sighs and unintelligible words. The maester was preparing some boiling liquid, while Otto was silenty sighing at the miserable appearance of The Protector of the Realm.

With a hand on her pressed chest, his mother turns her head to the door, and when she saw her boy in there, quietly staring, she smiled a little, handing a hand towards him.

-Son-, she sofly whispers, giving a light nod-. Come-, she permits, insisting with her raised hand.

Aemond gulps, closing the door slowly behind him. Then, he walks towards there, not wanting to make any sound in the middle of such silent moment. He soon reaches his mother's grip, who hugged to one of his arms while staring at Viserys. Otto looks at the one-eyed in silence, blinking.

-What are they giving to him?-, Aemond lowly ask, seeing at the boiling drink.

-Milk of the Poppy-, Alicent answered-. Your father's condition does not do anything but get worse, and painfuller-. She speaks with sorrow, staring at the King.

-Maester Mellos says it will do him good to drink The Milk some times a day. Is that not correct, Maester?-. Otto's rough and calmed voice speaks.

-That is correct, my Lord Hand-. Mellos nodded while pouring the drink on a cristal cup. Aemond stares in silent, feeling so unconfortable at the sight of his so ill father-. This third cup will take all of his pain away already-, he murmured.

-Third?-, Aemond repeated with inevitable surprise. His mother and grandfather looked at him-. Would that not make his mind sort of...not capable of his King's duties?-, he asks lowly, and confused.

Viserys weakly groans, sipping of the cup tiredly.

-Oh, do not worry, my love-. Alicent sighs heavily, caressing the arm she was hugged to. Aemond looks softly at her-. We will help him on all of his duties, he is not alone. He has us-, she briefly smiled at him-. He has us-, she repeated in a whisper.

The one-eyed blinked, and accepted with a light nod. He, then, look at his father again. And his heart stopped for a second when seeing how he looked back at him.

-You...-Viserys groans exhausted, moving his only arm, briefly, like he was pointing at him. Alicent sighs in a surprised smile.

-He wants to talk to you-, she whispers, hopefull. He blinked surprised, gulping-. Approach-. She pushed him a little. Aemond let go her arm, walking really slowly to the King's seat, afflicting his throat unconciously.

-Father...-he calls lowly, beginning to kneel on the floor with slowness.

-Ah...-Viserys moves his head tiredly, looking at him almost with his eyes fully closed. He was so exhausted, but nevertheless, he smiled a little to him.

Aemond's gace enlightened a little, feeling his heart ached warmly when seeing that smile from the old man. Alicent's brows curved a little, placing her hand on her chest again, staring.

-How...how was your training?-. Viserys asks, doleful. Aemond breathed, surprise at the attention, at the care from him. Before answering, he looks back to his mother and grandfather, who nodded with small smirks to them.

-Amm...-Aemond turns to his father again, feeling the nervous of a child while being looked at directly by him-. My training was highly fruitful, my king-. He says-. I wish...I wish you cold have seen me...-he says this in a really low voice, only for the king to heard.

-Oh, I know you did great-. Viserys laughs a little, exhausted. Aemond bited his cheeks, starting to smile very briefly at him-. You...you have always been good with...-he was breathless-...with the sword, Daemon-, he sighs.

Aemond's excitement fell hard on the ground.

-No, your grace-. Otto instantly shakes his head.

-No, no, husband-. Alicent approaches with hurry, smiling ansious while putting her hands on Aemond's shoulders. He, still kneeled, looked at the man with growing impotence, hurted-. This is Aemond, our second son, my love. Aemond-, she quickly reminds him, having little tears on her eyes.

-Aemond?-. Viserys's smile goes away, almost confused. The named one gulped really harshly, presing his teeth-. Oh, Aemond...-he sighs, tiredly.

He just stays silent, ashamed.

-Do not- do not cry, child-. The Kings slurred, closing his eyes slowly-. You...you will have a dragon, one day-. He silly whispers.

-No-, Alicent's voice broke.

Aemond stoop up at the speed of lightning, getting away from his mother's touch and walking fastly to the door with his fists tightened as well as his posture and gace, wholy tense.

-Aemond-, a breathless Alicent followed him, leaving Otto and Mellos with the king. He ignored her, outing the room with his firms steps. She came out too, and closed the door behind her-. Aemond!-, she insists.

-Well, you do remember my name-. He faces her with a holded tediousness, pretending to be fine.

-Son...-she looks at him with such an obvious pity, walking, and holding both of his hands in a sigh-. Your father is tragically ill, please do understand that, he did not mean such confussion-, she speaks with sadness and begging.

-Hmm, do not fool yourself, mother-. Aemond shook his head with seriousness-. You and I both know my father needs no illness and no dose of Milk of the Poppy to easily forget my name and my acomplishments-, he speaks neutral, but sour, barely blinking.

His mother looks up at him with pain.

-That is not true-, she thinly whispered-. The king loves you-, she dictates. Aemond laughed a little with his nose, caressing her hands on his-. I know it-, Alicent nodds.

-Do not fool me either-, he lowly murmurs. She curved her eyebrows, gulping hard-. I need no love from no king, and I never did-, he firmly says.

-Aemond...-her voice was fulled of lament and shame, looking him straight in the eye. Her son's only eye, for the other was ripped of by Rhaenyra's b-...boys.

-I have always told you to not mourn me, dear mother-. Aemond whispered, now softly. She sniffed, silent-. I could not care less...of my father-, he confesses in a low voice.

-Aemond, do never say that again outloud!-. Alicent said him in a exalted whisper, furrowing her brows. He shrugged, not regretting his words, making her to sigh tiredly-. Son, your-your father is entering in a really difficult situation of health, the gods help him...-she murmurs, ansied-. We have to stick together, more than ever-, she says.

-Hmm-, he nodded, caressing her hands dearly. Alicent gulps, creating a diminute smirk.

-And I know you will be our greatest warrior-. She says, making him to open his lips a little, not having expected this words-. When things get...difficult...I know you will be there for all of us, doubtless-. She directs her hand to the points of his silver hair, touching it delicately-...I know it since the day I gave birth to you, son-. She sadly smiles, having her throat afflicted.

Aemond looks at his mom with tenderness and firmness, beginning to nod proudly.

-I will not let you down, mother-. He swears, lowering his head for her to look at him better.

Alicent raises her pink cheeks, smiling at him with her lips a little sided, having her gace full of trust.

-You never have, my spring boy...-she sweetly says.

Mother and son stared at each other with dearness for a few more seconds, until a heavy cough is heard coming from the room behind. Alicent bumps a little, looking there in ashance. She looked at Aemond, who stared there with obvious resentment.

-You go and...-Alicent squeezed his arms a little, making him look at her back-...and make some company to Helaena, she must be quite bored-, she asks for in a quick smile.

-I shall-, Aemond instantly nodds, letting go her hands slowly. He gives her a last tiny smile, beginning to turn around-. Take care of father-, he says outloud, as it was expected or him.

-I will...-Alicent nodds in a whisper, seeing him getting away with his characteristics firm steps.

His mother. The only one who loves him.

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-Spiders of flesh, strings of men, 'tis the same...-

The dearest and precious Helaena, as white as snow and as pure as recent bloomed flower, was seating on the balcony of her chambers, placed in one of the highest towers of The Keep.

She had her elbows resting in the wide reiling of red stone, where a thin and black spider was sewing a web on her cup's ear, doing it so calmly under her interested gace.

-Spiders of flesh, strings of men, 'tis the same...-, the princess was slowly whispering.

Helaena heard some steps getting closer to the balcony, but she did not look, not feeling any threat towards her. Seconds later, Aemond appears on her side sight, arriving silently.

-Sister-, he greets in a calm tone.

-Aemond-, she smiles tinyly, looking at the spider. Her brother looks at her with no surprise, familiar with her interest on bugs and unusual creatures.

-May I seat?-, he asks, and she simply nods.

Aemond sighs a little, taking seat in the other chair of the balcony. The one-eyed looked front, how all of King's Landing was down there. Working, sleeping, starving, fucking.

-Spiders of flesh, strings of men...-she was mumbling, almost singing-...'tis the same...-

He blinks calmly, keeping silence for a few seconds, and then looking back at her.

-How has been your day?-. He asks, looking for conversation.

-It has been...-the girl inhales deeply, sighing on a little smile-...a day-, she simply said. But she suddenly furrows her brows, looking directly at the spider.

-Hm-, he laughs a little, nodding-. Aye, it has been just some sun-, he agrees-. Though, later, we will be heading to supper along the-

-Do you ever think, brother, about spider webs?-. She asked from a moment to another, expectantly. Aemond furrowed his lips, just listening at her, for she waited for no answer-. Spiders have to sew so many little strings on their own, to being capable of...advance...-she blinks.

Her young brother stares at her quietly, and then at the spider on the cup, who was doing nothing more than sew her web.

-But, despite how little the strings are...-Helaena's big purple eyes followed the creature, amazed-...they are all necesary for her stability-she whispers. Aemond questioned himself how did she know the spider was a "she"-. And, regadless her strength, at any moment any of the strings can break...and make her fall-, her tone became briefly worried.

The spider kept on walking over her strings, paying no attention to the silver-haired whispering from so close.

Aemond stared at his sister with a very light smile, nodding a little. He paid her all of his attention, but that had never been enough, in any of these years, to fully understand her.

-You posses a bright mind, sister, and I am afraid sometimes I do not follow it-. He flattered, and she looks at him with a sudden tiny grin, proud of herself-. You could write the greatests of songs and poetrys-, he says.

Helaena smiles at him, nearly motherlike, curving her eyebrows a little and looking at him with a slight pity.

-The dragon won't follow the lighthouse, brother...-she softly whispers.

Aemond begins to confuse slowly, looking at her without having understanding her words at all. And he planned to ask, but something draws both of their attention away in a snap.

The door of the chambers was abruptly opened, and Aegon entered the room, walking stupidly, half naked and dirty, grunting and moaning. He had a bottle of wine on a hand.

Helaena's body tensed entirely, and her eyes dyed with full fear when seeing him. Aemond's eye went wide opened, noticing in a instant the big erection his brother had on his pants.

-He-Helaena!-, Aegon named, hardly being understandable. But he was-. Helaena!-, he screamed in a rasp and drunken voice, eyes-closed while looking for his wife.

The dearest one made a squeaky sound, hugging herself and starting to breath fast, frightened at her husband. Aemond went speechless, looking at her, reading only one expression on her face. A not again one.

In a second, he stood up from his chair, heading to hers.

-Helaena-, he grabbed her arms, and she instantly stood, breathing fast-. Come with me-, he whispered fastly.

She held one of his hands, and Aemond instantly began to walk with hurry, being doubtless followed by her. Aegon bumps at their sudden appearances from the balcony, staring at them sillied.

Aemond kept looking front, with his jaw clenched, while Helaena looked at her older brother with fear and no breath, walking fast.

-Helaena, come here-. Aegon mumbles, taking a step to them.

But Aemond's free hand pushed him harshly, making him fall in the bed immediately, pouring out all the wine over himself. Aegon grunts hurted and confused, planning on standing up, but he was so weak.

Aegon blinked tiredly, staying on the bed, stinking. He sighed with surrender, forgetting about his erection, and falling asleep with a low sigh at the same time he heard the chamber's doors being closed with force.

Older sister and younger brother outed the room, silent and tense. The girl sighed, somewhat relieved, playing with her fingers nervously over her belly. He looked at her, gulping, and shaking his head.

-I am sorry...-. He did not know what else to say.

Helaena avoided his gace, curving her lips and brows down while giving a slow nod with her head, not wanting to speak a word.

-Perhaps we could find you a better estance, until our brother is...himself, again-. Aemond proposed, not hiding a tedious feeling at the mention of Aegon.

-Where?-, she lowly whispers, looking front with shame, and her eyes's shine shuted off.

The One-Eyed Prince thought for some silent moments, sucking his cheeks from inside. He thought of their mother, but she was busy at the moment.

And, suddenly, Daera crossed his mind. At that, his eye glowed, but he did not noticed it, while Helaena glanced curiously. Aemond nodds in his mind, knowing thar her sister finds certain confort at her side. Also at the others siblings's sides, but he would not talk with any of them if he does not need to.

-Daera-, he named-. Would you like to chat with Daera?-, he proposed looking down at him.

-Oh!-. Helaena smiles with honesty, now happy at the idea, which surprised him a little. He liked to see he was not the only one feeling that way when hearing her name, though he knew it was not for the same reasons-. Yes-, she nodds contently.

-We shall find her, then-. Aemond forced a serious and cold tone when speaking of Daera, not wanting her to notice his excitement.

On their way, they passed in front of The King's chambers, where there happened to be Rhaenyra and Daemon just about entering it, but stoping briefly when they saw them coming. Helaena smiled sweetly at them, waving a hand a little shy. Rhaenyra smirked at her with a soft nodd, while Daemon ignored her and entered the room fully. Aemond did not even glance at any if them, just looking front.

His father's more than obvious favourite child, and the man he just confused him with a while ago. It would be so fucking stupid and pathetic to greet any of them. The poor Helaena just seems to not care enough.

Soon, they were outing to one of the gardens of the castle.

Helaena, in a laugh, kept on walking, but Aemond slowed his steps a little, for he had to, staring directly at one divine person. His Valyrian Goddess was under the sun's hot eye, receiving all of its light and heat with a soft smile on her plumpy lips. She had her hands playfully crossed behind her back, and she was bouncing a little, with her eyes closed, just enjoying the sun in constants sighs.

Aemond had to gulp several smiles, continuing his path with a serious and emotionless face.

-Cousin-, he calls from a moment to another.

When hearing that voice, Daera's smile that was facing one of the tall trees became wider, and her closed eyes wrinkled in a sweet laugh. She finally turns around, letting her shoulders touch her cheeks.

But she surprises when encountering Helaena approaching happily to her. Daera instantly hided her former sweet expression, ignoring the nearing Aemond, and just smiling at the other girl.

-Hello!-, she smiles when getting in front of her.

-Helaena, you bless me with your presence-. Daera said kindly at her, who giggled a little. Then, she raises her eyes to Aemond, who reached the side of his sister with a neutral face-. Hum...cousin-, she nodded at him.

-Hmm-, he simply emits, furrowing his lips and looking around-. I have come to ask you a favor-, he says.

-And why would I grant you a favor?-. She scoffed, crossing her arms. Aemond's eye fell in her, seeing her tauntly smile and shining gace. Oh, he could not hold a least a little smirk at that sight. Daera pressed her lips, really fighting against at the desire of smiling to him.

-Well, the favor is not truly mine, is for my sister-. He clarifies, staring down at her at every moment. Helaena blinks, looking around distracted. Aemond notices that, and tried to take advantadge of it-. Helaena, there are plenty bugs in here-. He says.

Daera fighted the seven hells, trying to not laugh.

-Uh?-, Helaena looks at him confused.

Aemond blinks blankly, forgetting that instantly.

-Stay with my sister, she happens to rather enjoy your company-. He says-. Not very sure why...-he sighed, shrugging.

-Hmm, it could be because I am...utterly magnific?-. Daera narrowed her eyes, shrugging too. Aemond bites his cheeks, smiling briefly at her. His sister was not looking.

-That, I will leave it to her judgement-. Aemond sighs with doubt. Daera laughs burlesque, nodding-. Will you walk with her? Or do I have to look for another lady?-, he asks.

-Oh, I do not think you are going to find a lady whose talents compares to mine...my prince-, Daera smiled openly, being normal of her being that daring. But she was not only daring, she was almost...flirty.

While looking at those eyes, which were nearly horny at him, Aemond decided it was time for him to go, if he didn't want an accident to happen in this very garden.

-Stay with Helaena-. He sniffs his nose, turning around, and walking away firmly and hurriless.

Daera laughed a little, following him with her gace for shorts seconds. Ah, she wants to fuck him as soon as possible. Again.

The princess looked at Helaena, who was distracted, playing with the braids of her own hair, looking around.

-Just so you know, accompany you is nothing but a joy for me, not a favor-. Daera shakes her head-. Should we walk, cousin?-. She asked with kindness, pointing the path ahead.

Helaena opened a smile, and silently nodded with emotion, being the first in beginning to walk. Daera giggled and followed her, looking back for a second. For a brief moment, she could see how Aemond was staring back at her before turning on a corner.

The One-Eyed Prince walked with a tiny smirk, inhaling slowly while asking himself when, on the rest of his day and before the family dinner, he could met with Daera, alone. He has not had a moment with her since yesterday before she went to the lunch with Rhaenys and siblings, so all they have shared since then have been pure glances, and quick ones, in top of that.

As he advanced through one of the halls, some loud laughs suddenly reached both his ears. That confused him briefly, thinking that giggles and laughs are just not common in his home. He stopped, and directed his eye to one closed door, where the chuckles where coming from, behind it.

-Stop it, Joffrey!-

-Look at him! Hahahaha!-

-Bloody hells, Joff!-

Those voices were easy to recognize. Apparently, it was Rhaena and Luke giggling in there, among Joffrey, their little brother. The echoes of the laughs where annoying to Aemond's ears, causing him to furrow his brows and wrink his mouth. Disgusted. There are few places where he could walk without encountering with any blacks since they arrived, days ago already.

Aemond tsk, driving his annoyed gace away from that door, directing it to the big opened windows of the hall. In a sigh, he walked to there, slowly, while still hearing them laugh. Laughs, laughs and more laughs. He snorted. Come on, what could be so fucking funny?

It is true that, in the last suns, he has been feeling different about Daera. Now, her siblings, wow. That is a total another subject. Aye, he can tolerate, most of times, Baela and Rhaena. They both were just some princesses who liked to wander in them pretty dresses, and to be irritating from time to time. Some girls. He can take that.

But, when we speak about those other ones, the ones who do not share his same hair color, his feelings turns so dark. Jacaerys and Lucerys Velaryon. Jace and Luke Velaryon. Jace and Luke Strong, for the bloody gods, that is who they are. No one can hear his thought, so he just thought it. He thought about them.

Those fucking bastards, sons of the same bitch and the same whore of father.

If it had been Alicent, oh the gods forbid it, If it had been Alicent the one who gave birth to three bastards son, she, him, and all of his siblings would had been coldly decapitated by the crown's justice. Right at the first bastard, they would have killed her without thinking it twice.

But no. The Strong pups know none thing about justice, and have never had the smallest taste of it, and probably wont' ever, even though they deserved it so much. They took his eye, in the most literal way, and they are fine, to the day of today, perfectly fine.

Aemond lost one eye, and yet all the bad looks were put on him, and their mother said he was the one to be questioned, and his own father defended them, the bastards, when being tell that he called them what they naturally are. Bastards of the realm.

And here they are, under his roof, once again. Laughing, joking, speaking like rightful princes, playing around and riding their dragons. He had to be maimed to gain Vhagar, but every each of their eggs hatched on their cribs so easily, as if they were pure Valyrians, something their mother always mentions and takes proud of, when they obviously were not.

-I will be back in a minute!-, Luke's voice speaks in the middle of chuckles, suddenly sounding clearer than before. That is when Aemond realizes that the door of that room had been opened.

The older prince turned around from the balcony, serious. When Luke saw him, face to face, his smile faded and a fear installed on his eyes. Both of his eyes. Because he has them.

Aemond darkened his gace, staring directly at him.

-Wut- what are you doing here?-. Lucerys questioned, glancing into the room really quick, and then to him again.

-I beg your pardon? Is this not...my home?-. Aemond asks back, narrowing his eye. Luke gulps strongly-. As I remember, you are the visitor in here-. He slowly mumbles, lifting his pointy jaw.

-I- I indeed am-, the pup nods, pretending to not be nervous under that cold gace of him-. Though, we both remember this too used to be my home, once, when we shared our youth-. He tried to smile a little, polite.

-Hmm, I remember it was...-Aemond nods with pause, not blinking once-. Until your father passed away-, he recalled, siding a smirk.

Lucerys looks down for a few moments, feeling his heart ache in grief when thinking about his dad.

-My father deserved no flames to burn him alive-, he quietly mumbles, sad. Aemond narrowed his eye, tilting his head slowly-. Doubtless, I will always remember Ser Laenor Velaryon as-

-Wait-. Aemond immediately interrupted, now fully smirking with his eye opened so big. Luke shuted up, bumping a little at his loud tone-. No-, he shook his head-. We obviously didn't communicate clearly-. Aemond begans to nearing to him.

Luke gulps hardly, taking a quick step back with his eyes fulled of nervousness.

-Your father, young prince, did die in flames, as I remember-. He walks, torturing him with his slowness-. But I have understood that he died...away from Velaryon's waters, somewhat close to Harrenhal, if I am not mistaken-, he snorts.

-Shut up!-. Luke's voice trembled, looking around confused.

-Luke?-, Rhaena speaks from inside the room, far.

-I will not hear such accusations!-, the boy said pointing at him, angry and scared. Aemond chuckled lowly.

-None of you want to, oy?-. He moves his head tauntly, keeping on walking. Luke's back hits the wall, and he opened his eyes big when noticing he could not walk backwards anymore.

-You are not being wise, uncle-. Lucerys grunt, trying to keep his posture.

-I know, your mother will get mad at me-. The one-eyed prince shrugged, looking down at him coldly-. I would not hurt you, nephew-. He laughs.

-Do not be so sure of my part-, he warned with a trembling voice, tightening his fists. Aemond went breathless, highly offended-. Keep away from me, or I-

-Are you threating me?!-, Aemond's voice goes sharp-. Say one more word, and you will see, ba-!

-Excuse me, my princes!-

Otto's voice came to interrupt from one moment to another, speaking loudly, politely, but on an obvious command. Both princes looked at there immediately, breathing fast, finding The Hand of the King standing some steps from them, quiet.

Everything went silent. The Hand had a serene look, which he kept above prince Lucerys, who gulped harshly while lookind at them both. Just seconds later, the young prince runs back to the room, entered it, and closed the door really fast, locking it from behind.

Aemond tightened his fist so hard, seeing how the one who left him left-eye-less ran away to safety. Once again. He looked at Otto with a silent angriness, breathing fast.

-Walk with me, grandson-. Otto asked softly, giving a light nod while starting to walk calmly.

His grandson followed him with his harsh gace a few seconds, and then sighed silently through the nose, placing himself at his side with slow steps.

-On this trying days of stress, grandson, may I bless you with some knowledge?-. The Hand says, looking front. Aemond gave a slow blink.

-Hmm-, he permited.

-Perhaps you might be in the needing of some...discreet, on your actitude, in certain scenarios-. Otto speaks, serene. He furrow his brows a little-. You may want to learn how to canalize, in a more appropiate way, that fury I know you have in you-, he says.

-Fury, is it?-. Aemond asks coldly, but his grandfather spoke again at the second.

-People have been killed for lesser heavy words than the ones you said to your nephew, prince Lucerys-. Says the Hightower with a low tone, tilting his head a little towards him.

-Well I do not find comfortable squeezing inside me that fury you talk of, grandfather-. Aemond spoke, tense, and evading his scrutinizing look.

-I did not propose any fury-squeezing, grandson...-Otto sided a machiavellian smirk, staring at him softly-. I said canalize it...-he murmured. At the correction, Aemond stared back at him, at last, curious-. There are times, in this realm, where words are heavier than actions, you see-. He whispers-. No body alive dares to even think of some...slanders...-Otto looks arouns while they were walking.

The One-Eyed blinked cautiously, listening at him with every inch of his attention.

-Nevertheless, any body could find themselves comitting an accident, fully without purpose, by mistake-. Otto shrugges a bit-...Especially a prince in training could...-he says. Aemond blinks, beginning to smile really slowly when hearing those words-. Just like the very prince Lucerys did, once, back in a day-. He remembered.

-Accident-, Amond snorted with a sarcastic low laugh, knowing that it was no accident.

Otto stopped walking, and so, Aemond did too, a little confused. They faced, and at this, the old man stared at his eyepatch with such a sudden interest, analyzing it with his deep eyes.

Aemond looked back at him with some coldness, but also shame, knowing he could not order The Hand to not look at him, or scaring him like he did with the guard. So, he let himself being observed.

But, he drew the line when he saw Otto directing a hand to it, planning on taking it off. Aemond instantly walked back, denying him this with a strong gulp and a low grunt, letting him know that he just could not. It's been years since his grandpa saw his eye socket, and he wants to keep it that way.

Otto just blinked, thoughtful, staring at the face of his grandson with a serious pity.

-When someone is wronged like you were, Aemond, they are more prone to make this...mistakes, accidentaly-. Otto said, so low that it nearly was a single breath, but the one-eyed understood him, feeling a pain on his chest when hearing the word "wronged"-. There has been no person yet that have not...-he shakes his head slowly.

Aemond stared at him with his throat afflicted, gulping hard. Almost emotionless, Otto blinked, took a step back, and continued walking, now doing it by himself, for his grandson did not move for some time. The Hand of the King, soon, was out of sight.

Silent was so loud, as well as the thoughts on his head.

The prince turned around slowly, heading again to the railing of the balcony. He arrived there, having his lips pressed. He lowered his head, looking down from this high place of The Keep.

He stared at the gardens, where he saw Daera and Helaena, walking calmly while they were talking. Both princesses were smiling, apparently having a good time. Aemond looked at his sister, just for a few seconds, for he then looked at Daera, nailing his only eye on her.

He gulped, once again, thinking of all the wrongs her siblings have done to him. But the thing is that it was not just them, they haven't been alone. Daera, herself...has wronged him too.

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-WOOOOOO!-

The Queen of all Dragons's flapping wings made echoe in every hall of Driftmark, on that distant night. At the Hour of the Owl, Vhagar was fastly flying above the sea, above the mountains, above the castle.

And, given the sharp happy screams that were heard along her flapping, she was not alone on that flying.

From the coast of one of the beaches, Daemon was staring at there with a sour expression, following Vhagar with his narrowed eyes, trying to find out who was the cunt who was riding his death wife's dragon.

-Who is that?-, Rhaenyra's confused voice asked behind him.

From the Driftmark's castle, the eyes of the oldest daughter of Daemon were also following the she-dragon.

Daera had her hands placed in the railing of her little balcony, staring up at the sky with her brows furrowed and her lips opened in disbelief, seeing how Vhagar was going all around the clouds with someone on her back.

-What?-, she says, breathless-. Vhagar- mother- no-. Nervous, she shakes her head, giving a step back with worriness.

-WOOOO! HAHAHAHA!-. An excited laugh was heard from the sky.

And when listening to it, Daera's expression became to grow annoyed, with her lips stopping their trembling.

-No-, she whispers. In a second, she turned around, and ran to her door, outing her chambers with no doubt.

Having her little fists tightened at the sides of her body, Daera walked firmly, going herself to the cave underneath the castle that headed directly to Vhagar's nest, where she is suppose to be while grieving Laena.

But she bumps when hearing quick whispers getting close, and soon, she saw her sisters and Rhaenyra's sons with a candle with them, walking worrily and tensed.

-Hey!-. Daera called instantly, in a whisper. They all instantly turned around, bumping too with surprise.

-Daera, its Vhagar!-. Rhaena speaks quickly.

-Someone stole her!-, Baela squeakened.

-I know, I know!-. Daera nodds quickly, raising her hands.

-We have to get the thief!-, said Jace with a fast breath.

-Yes!-, Luke nodded the same way.

-You?-. The older looks at them with seriousness.

-Us...-Jacaerys showed her a dagger, a sharp dagger, which made her go speechless-. We can get him-, he smiled.

-Put that thing away, you fool!-. Daera reproached, pushing them all back with softness. They looked at her confused-. You stay here!-, she pointed at them-. I will go!-, she pointed herself.

-What?!-. Her sisters shouted.

-Alone?!-. Jace steps front again, scared-. A lady can- can not face a thief alone!-. He shakes his head fastly.

-Yes I can-. Daera groants-. To your quarters, now!-. She whispered madly.

-But...!-, Lucerys planned on protesting.

-Now, fuck!-. The little girl hissed a swearing.

They went blank, gulped, and slowly turned around, walking back to their rooms. Daera blinkes harshly, staring at Jace, who was the only one who did not move.

-Jacaerys-, she sighs.

-Take this, at the least-. The brown-haired boy handed her the dagger. Daera raises her brows a little, looking at it with surprise.

He looks at her with puppy eyes, worried, and she pressed her lips with a light sigh, beginning to nod at the same time she took it, slowly.

-I got it-, she says-. Go-, Daera pointed the way back.

Jacaerys sighed, and then followed the others with steps full of doubt, looking back constantly. Daera did not, turning around and keeping her way to the cave, now holding that assasin dagger on her hands.

The girl did not notice it, but moments after, all the other children opened their quarter's doors again, having angriness and worriness on their gaces. And soon, they came out, going down the same path.

Daera reached the cave, closing the door behind her. She was walking with certain fear in her eyes, but that did not stopped her feet from keep on advancing. She glanced at the dagger on her hand, and let a tsk out.

The girl throwed out the weapon with desinterest, letting it fall on the sand and not looking at it again. Kalistrox is right outside, she thought, knowing that if she was in any danger, she could easily just say the word to him.

Daera stopped walking when she heard some steps coming from outside, over the sand. She narrowed her eyes and tightened her fist, feeling the close heartbeat of her dragon in her, giving her confidence.

She could not believe herself, when she saw that, the one entering the cave, was no one but Prince Aemond. He had a big smile on his face, and his jacket over a shoulder, walking in the middle of laughs.

-Cousin?-. She named, confused.

The prince instantly stopped, erasing his smile and looking back at her, surprised.

-Lady Daera-, he talked. She blinked, eyes wided opened while looking straight at him-. What are you-

-Were you on my mother's dragon?-. The princess let a cold whisper out, frozen. It was not difficult to remember that he has no dragon.

Aemond gulped, pressing his lips and lifting his jaw with seriousness when he felt how bemused she sounded.

-Vhagar is my dragon now-, the boy said.

And he saw how the girl's eyes broke, curving her eyebrows and letting breath out, in shock, at the same time that impotence was showing on her face. He could not be serious.

-How dare you?-, Daera whispered, tightening her fists so hard. Aemond snorted, beginning to feeling attacked.

-I- I did what it was best for me to do-, he scoffed, shrugging-. And no one will take that away-, he spat his words, beginning to walk again.

-My father will hear about this!-. She crossed in the middle of his path, staring at him mad. He gulped, dissappointed and offended.

-I bet he will-, Aemond whispered with a bitter feeling, looking at her eyes-. My dragon will be there to confront him-, he murmured.

-She is not your dragon, you fool!-. Daera whispered with strongness, having tears on her eyes now.

-She is!-. Aemond squeakened, evading her and continuing with his walk.

Daera turned around, planning on saying another thing, but she was left speechless when she saw the door of the cave, and how Rhaena, Lucerys, Jacerys and Baela came out from there, fulled of surprise.

-Shit-, she whispered.

Aemond felt his heart beating crazily fast, noticing that they were even more agitated than their sister. But he kept his shoulders up, beginning to understand that no one was about to be proud for him but himself.

-It's him!-, Rhaena pointed in disbelief.

-It's me-, he answered, serious, without stopping his walk. He just wanted to reach his chambers at once, alone.

-What did I told you?!-, Daera grunts to the other kids, nearing to them.

-We would not leave you alone!-, Jace whispered while she closed to him.

-Vhagar is my mother's dragon-, Baela talked, feeling how the rage grew inside her.

-Your mother's dead-. Said Aemond. Baela and Rhaena opened their mouths, while Daera flinched on her place, turning to look at him with her eyes wide opened-. And Vhagar has a new rider now-, he nodded, stopping his walk, to not be so close to them.

-She was mine to claim!-, roared Rhaena in disbelief, taking a step front.

-Then you should've claimed her!-, Aemond said back, raising his brows.

-Rhaena-, grunted Daera, instantly grabbing one of her hands so she could not get any closer. She was starting to not trust the little prince at all.

-Maybe your cousins can find you a pig to ride-. He said, burlesque, starting to smile. Daera breathed fast, warning him with her face. He looked at her for one second, and then at Rhaena again-. It would suit you-, he smriked.

In a gasp, Daera let her sister's arm go, and she instantly roared and ran madly to Aemond, who walked backwards with surprise. In a second, Rhaena grabbed his shoulders, but he grabbed her back.

-No!-, Daera bumped in her place.

Aemond grunted and pushed Rhaena, landing her in the floor, and when he raised his gace again his face was harshly punched by Baela's fist, who roared with fury.

-AH!-, the prince cried in pain, and without thinking it twice he gave the punch back, hitting her just in the nose and making her scream, hurted.

-Fucking cunt!-, Daera's sharp voice shuted as she ran to him, gripping his hair and pulling it strongly, making him scream madly.

-Noo!-, Aemond grunted, and grabbed her braids, pulling them back too. Daera groaned closing her eyes with pain-. Do not dare to touch me!-, he screamed.

Luke now was breathing fast, looking around with fear while Jace was tightening his fists.

-You fucking...!-, Daera could not end her frase, for Aemond pushed her harshly into the ground, falling at the side of Baela, who looked at her worried.

-Come at me again and I'll feed you to my dragon!-, he spat down, looking angry at them.

-Not if I feed you to mine first!-, roared Daera standing up quickly.

But Jace was quicker, and from a moment no another he went over Aemond, punching his chest with strongess. Aemond grunted and punched him back with the same force, soon pushing him far.

-Jace!-, named Rhaena helping him to stand.

When seeing all of them hurted, Luke let out a sharp scream of fury and ran against Aemond, who tsked stressed while struggling with the little one. Standind from the sand, and helping Baela too, Daera looked at there scared.

-Don't touch him!-, she shouted worried.

Nevertheless, Aemond draw his closed fist directly to Luke's nose, who landed harshly on the sand with an angry scream. The Targaryen boy smiled, proud of himself.

That lasted just a second.

Jacaerys suddenly stepped up and pushed Aemond to the floor. He screamed agitated while all the kids ran to him in the middle of screams and roars, not having any mercy now.

The girls and boys began to kick him and punch him, angry, now each one of them bleeding, and Aemond soon started to as well. He scrunched his nose while seeing Daera kicking him with tears falling on her face. She was the only one crying.

She knew that she could not call Kalistrox, as she wanted. She could not burn the thief prince. But if something she could do, was punching stopless the motherfucker.

Daera screamed, wildly, punching and punching his chest with no cease, wishing her mother was here to stop such bloody fight. But she was not. And the bloody fight, will not be stopped.

Aemond felt like he was about to die under all those punches, and he could not let that happen. Not now, when he has a true meaning. And so, he suddenly grabbed Daera's neck, gripping it hard.

She gasped breathless, opening her eyes big and looking at him in shock. A drop from her blood landed near his left eye. Aemond roared and pushed her far, and he did the same with Baela and Rhaena, kicking their knees and drawing them away.

-AU!-, the littlest girl cried hurted, feeling how her cheek was fully scratched by the sand.

-Rha-Rhae...-, the older sister crawled to her, worried.

Aemond's leg kicked Jace away, furiously, and then he grabbed Luke's neck, wich was so light and little. Almost effortless, he lifted up the child from the floor, at the same time he picked up a heavy stone from it too, grunting.

Jace breathed heavily on the ground, having his face dirtied by his own blood. A little dizzy, he looked around, seeing how the girls were still trying to get up. And, then, his gace capted a light gleam, not too far from him. It was his dagger, at which he gasped at.

Lucerys squeakened with force, punching Aemond's arm stopless, but he did not flickered, choking him with his eyes fulled of resentment and angriness.

-You will die screaming in flames just as your father did!-, Aemond grunts, keeping the rock high helded while looking down at Luke-. Bastards-, he spat towards Jace.

He stood up, frozing at that word. Daera groaned holding her sister's hands, staring at the silvered-hair boy with fury.

-My father is still alive!-, the little one sobbed in pain and confussion. Aemond raised his brows a little, letting the rock down for a brief moment.

-He doesn't know, does he?-. He looks at Jacaerys, who gulped hard-...Lord Strong-, Aemond named mockingly. None of the girls understood this, at the moment.

And then, with his gace angried, Jacaerys let them all see the sharp dagger he was holding. Aemond went breathless when he saw it.

-No, no no-. Daera pushed the girls behind, and she stepped front-. Jace!-, she screamed, scared.

Lucerys struggled with Aemond, and he pushed him away, now just looking at the dagger. Jacaerys roared and ran to his uncle, who instantly grabbed his arms and fighted against the weapon's touch, not letting it get to him.

Aemond grunted punching his hands, and the dagger flew away. Jace gasped, and he landed on the floor again when Aemond pushed him harshly, looking down at him speechless, but so mad. While he grabbed the rock again from the floor, Lucerys crawled in the sand.

-Stop it!-, Daera's broken voice screams as she walked to Aemond, stopping his every move.

-Step back, bitch!-, he hissed, struggling with her. He raised the rock, gripping it harder. And directing it right at her skull.

A roar from Kalistrox was heard outside.

-You are the bitch, thief!-, she shouted back.

-DAERA!-, Jace gasped fron the floor, and in a second he grabbed a hand of hers and pulled her tightly to get her away from the rock, making her fall with a grunt.

Lucerys grabbed the dagger.

The rock hitted the air. Aemond roared raising it again, but Jacaerys gasped throwing a lot of sand straight to him, entering all his both eyes, making him scream. Daera breathed fastly.

And before Aemond could shout one more swear, Luke raised from the sand from an instant to another, letting a wild scream out, and draging the dagger all over his uncle's face.

The scream Aemond let out at that moment made all the other ones scream too, seeing how a river of blood rised in the air and he falled on the floor like a corpse, holding a side of his face in the middle of loud grunts and a fasted breathing.

Holding each other, Rhaena and Baela blinked agitated. Jacaerys and Daera, hugged in the floor, stared at there in terror. And Lucerys, standing right besides the crying boy, let the dagger fall off his hands in shock.

Aemond cried in disbelief, feeling the worst pain of his life, feeling how the sea turned into the blood ran through his fingers with non stop.

-Cease this at once!-, Ser Harrold Westerling enters the scene quickly with some of his soldiers.

It was too late.

The Lord Commander ran to Aemond, who kept grunting hurted on the ground, not taking away the hand he had over his left eye. Daera gulped strongly, holding Jace's hand in the sand, and Rhaena's too, who had closed to her with fear.

-My prince, my prince...-Harrold speak softly, taking Aemond's sides and turning him with slowness-. Let me see-, he asks.

He turns de prince face-up, and Aemond take his hand away, at seconds from fainting, breathing lowly.

They all saw his face. And he blinked. Just with one eye.

Baela's legs failed her, as well as her mind, and she just fainted on the floor. Lucerys walked backwards, breathless, shaking his head. Rhaena covered her mouth, beginning to cry loudly. Jacaerys's lips trembled, gripping tightly the hand on his. And Daera, fully on blank, just was able to blink, feeling how her heart stopped beating.

Ser Harrold's face dyed in terror, looking down at the now one-eyed prince.

-Gods be good...-he whispered, voiceless.

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-Gods be good!-. Daera laughed, looking at the sky-. I swear to you, my home's beaches are the purest of all the Seven Kingdoms-, she smiled-. The sand is the whitest, and our water the cleanest-, she sighed.

-Sounds wonderful-, Helaena smiled dreamy, walking calmly while being elbow-helded with her.

-It is, I promise you-. The princess smirked at her-. You would be surprise at how clean a place can be when its people truly see it as their home, not just a estance-. She points in a soft voice.

-I can't but imagine-. Helaena laughs a little, looking at the ground-...I would love to see it, sometime...-she whispered, low.

Daera smiled softly at her.

-You will, I promise you that. You are more than welcome to Dragonstone, any time you'd like-. Daera instantly nodded, giving a soft care on her arm. Her cousin pressed a tiny smirk, which faded slowly before she talked again.

-Now that I am with husband...-she looked down. Daera clenched her jaw, fading her smile too-...it will be harder for me to go out of the castle-, her whisper was sad, and tired.

-It should not-. The younger one denied strongly-. Aegon can very well join us on Dragonstone too, and we will let him sleep on the stables, if he behaves-. She dictated, and her cousin pressed a surprised smile, opening her eye bigs-. Ah, that cunt-, she sighed.

Helaena laughs lowly and funnily, looking amused at her. Daera, smiling her back tinyly, curved her eyebrows a little, thoughtfull.

-Aegon does not deserve you, Helaena-. She whispered. Her cousin blinked slowly, listening to her quietly, with a little shine of relieved on her eyes-. I dare to think I am the first one telling it to you-, Daera sighed-. But he just does not-

Helaena lifted her lips briefly, thankful for those words of her, relieved for hearing them. She knew she was not the only one who thinked that, and after listening it from Daera, now she is much than sure.

-You are with luck-, Helaena says with a joyful smile, looking at her all of a sudden. Daera smiles, confused.

-Am I?-, she narrowed her eyes, not understanding what she meant.

-Yes-, Helaena noded proudly-. You have been under the sight of loving gaces-, she says-. From Aemond-, she raised her brows, giving another nod.

Daera frozed completely at that moment. When feeling her elbow empty, Helaena turns and looks at her, curious, and tilting her head a little. She saw how the brown-skinned girl stared back at her with obvious surprise, muted, shaking her head.

Panic became Daera's breath, and she looked around endessly with worriness and speedness, looking for someone who might have heard. Seeing how alterated she got, Helaena shook her head quickly, nearing to her again.

-I don't enjoy tattle-, she denied, and the princess gulped nervous-. And I don't enjoy nor meet with people who tattle-, she stressed, raising her brows.

Daera looks at her, still frightened, but trying to peace her breath. She sighed, crossing her arms and nearing even more closer to Helaena, who did not even flinch.

-Did Aemond told you?-, she asked in a low whisper, looking straight at her eyes.

-No, I dreamt it-. Helaena answered, shrugging. Daera opened her eyes big, blinking highly confused at the statement-. No one else will dream it, if that is what worries you-, she calms with a light smile.

-What?-. Daera breaths, and flickered her head quickly-. Just...! Ah, this is a whole new thing, alright?-, she says.

-Uhum-, Halaena nods, smiling.

-Aemond and I, we...we are...-Daera blinked, not being able to hold a quick smile at his name-, we are just seeing each other-. She says under the other's soft gace-. And- and we cannot be seen by anybody. Nobody could know this. Absolutely nobody!-. She starts to talk to quick, which made Helaena surprised-. If anyone finds out, if my- my family finds out, we both will be in so much problems, and I do not want that we-

-Daera-, Helaena interrupted. Breathless, the princess gulped, nervous-. I won't breath a word about this, to anybody-. She whispered, tenderly, so she would calm.

Daera sighed, calming herself too with slow breathings, trusting her cousin. They stared at each other with softness, beginning to nod slowly.

With her heartbeat now at peace, Daera laughed with her brows strongly curved, and Helaena did too, chuckling happily while looking at her with easiness.

But, just a second later, Helaena's expression dyed of tension when she saw someone entering the garden. When Daera looks, she finds Alicent, who was walking quickly towards them.

-Daughter!-, the Queen sighs, apparently tired. Ser Criston stood some steps behind her, serious.

-Your grace-, Daera mumbles emotionless, giving a light nod.

-Princess Daera-. Alicent nods at her too, to then see her daughter in a sigh-. Helaena, loveliest, I have been looking for you-. She says opening her arms to her.

Helaena walks backward in that instant, escaping from her touch. Daera looks down, pretending to haven't noticed that. Alicent sighs, just looking at her with a light tiredness.

-Aegon has been asking for you-. The Queen said. Helaena gulped strongly, playing with her sleeve tensely-. He is awaiting for you in your chambers, come on-. She nods, pointing the way.

-Hm!-, her daughter emitts a light squeak, shaking her head. Daera looked at her with her throat afflicted, sensing her fear.

-Daughter, let us go-. Alicent pleads with a brief smile, not wanting to embarras herself in front of the other Targaryen princess. This very one, suddenly, talks.

-He is going to rape her!-. Daera mark her words with sourness and indignity, turning to the queen, who went muted at her, opening her eyes big-. Is that where you are taking your daughter to?-, she looked at her. Helaena's throat trembled.

-Princess Daera, none nuptial ritual is against The Seven's wishes, I ask you to reconsider your accusation-. Alicent whispered under her breath, taking one of Helaena's arm. She flinched under her touch, closing her eyes strongly. Daera breaths fastly-. You might be young, still, but one day you will understand a wife's duty, I am sure-, she smiled briefly.

-I am most than sure The Seven have better business to attend rather than wishing the rape of my cousin-. Daera almost spat her words, looking at the queen with no fear or intimidation, feeling her blood boiling.

Alicent stared at her right in the eye, gulping, and then lifting a small smile of the most fake compassion.

-I will pray for your understanding, niece, deeply-. She whispered, while Helaena kept her gace down, gulping constantly-. Even though it is not needed for the marriage of your cousins to bloom-. The Queen noded, to then turning around, and take her daughter with her.

Daera grunted walking front, but Ser Criston came in the middle of her way, looking down at her with a cold seriousness. The princess looked up, narrowing her eyes in the same way.

-Ah, and here comes Cole, ever the good soldier, rooting for Helaena's raping while he kisses the ground where The Queen walked-, she hissed tauntly.

-Beware your words towards your queen-, he spoke, almost menacing, tilting his head.

-Oh but I am not speaking of my queen, the greatest one that has ever put foot on The Seven Kingdoms-. She denies, and the mock was so obvious-. I am talking about her...dog-, she made a face, stepping closer to him.

Criston gave a slow blink, looking at her eyes deeply, hiding his every impulse of make something to her. Knowing he would not dare to make a single move, she smirked sourly.

-Too pretty, you are, Ser-. Daera murmured, licking her lips. The knight fight to not gulp, keeping her gace-. What a fucking waste-, she sighed, walking away from him with a normal rythm.

Criston was left alone in the gardens, breathing deeply and impotent.

Daera left the gardens, having not sight of Alicent or Helaena anymore, at what she sighed stressfuly. Poor dearest, she thought. What she would give to burn Aegon alive is uncountable. Even the fucking Lannisters would not be able to pay it.

She left a heavy sigh out, just begging on her mind that Aegon does not hurt her. Or no, to be more realistic, that he falls asleep on the middle of the act. Fucking rapist dumbass.

While she was walking, lost on her thoughts, Daera found herself passing close to that small library of the castle, the one that is so calm and lonely. But she noticed it the doors where closed, which confused her, because they rarely are. And, then, she had an idea. Maybe Aemond was the one in there.

A smile draw on her face.

The princess walked quickly to those doors, looking around multiple times. She heatd the steps of a knight getting close from other hall, so it was now or never. No one could se her enter. In a second, she opened the door, went inside the library, and closed it on her back.

She breathed a few laughs, looking around. And, indeed, just as she thought it. Aemond was seated in one of the chairs of the place, near a litted fireplace. His legs were crossed and his eye lost in the fire. Totally alone, and now, alone with her.

When he heard the door being so quickly opened and closed, he turned his head to there, a little exaltated. Like this, his gace came across with Daera, at who she saw resting against the door, looking at him with a closed smile on her lips, and eyes a little narrowed.

-Ah...And here I was, wanting to just read a book-. She said, tauntly.

The One-Eyed Prince stared at her, blinked emotionless, and turned to the fire again.

At this reaction, Daera blinked many times, confused by this coldness she was not used to anymore. So, curious, she began walking there.

-Has something happened?-, she asked, soon reaching his side. Aemond stayed silent, just looking at the fire with his lips pressed-. Aemond-, she called, furrowing her brows.

He kept silent. The princess sighed, turning to one of the other chairs, which she grabbed and dragged on the floor until letting it just in front of his, interrupting the view of the fire, for now she was sitting in front of it.

Aemond tsked, looking away.

-...Why is the door closed?-. She asks, softly.

-The servants know when I do not wish to be bothered with any company-, he answered coldly, not even glancing at her, which was making her ansious, but she didn't show it.

-And what, am I bothering you now, with my company?-. Daera shrugged, leaning on the back of the chair. He blinked and gulped-. Hmm, I will be as wise as the servants then-. She began to stand up without doubt.

-Do you hate me?-. Aemond asked from a moment to another, stopping her leaving.

Daera frozed, looking at him with her brows furrowed. She read his eye, finding some mix between sourness and hopelessness. She blinked, really slowly, taking her seat again while having his gace now fully on her.

-What?-, she shakes her head, confused.

The one-eyed looked down, gulping once again. She let a dry laugh out.

-Yes, I hate you so much I let you cum inside me-. The princess jokes in a funny whisper, chuckling. But, he did not responded those laughs, and there is when she knew he was not joking-...My sweet thing-, she says in disbelief.

-Today has been quite a rare day, and I have been remembering all of those...moments, from our lifes-. He mumbles, thinking of all the bad memories he have had-. I need an answer, Daera-. He spoke tensely, looking at her with hidden nervous-...Now-, he seemed to be pleading.

She blinked, turning serious with every inch of his body, almost offended at the question. Nevertheless, she answered it, now knowing where all of this was coming from. The past, of course.

-It has never been hate itself, Aemond-. She denied, under his cristal gace, which reflcted some of the flames behind her-. It was resentment, it was jealousy, and, and protection to my siblings-. She explains with, frowned-. The truth is, if you think about it, that I never got to know you, not truly, not to hate you heartly-, she shakes her head a little bit.

-Days back, you were mocking me-. He remembered with sourness and shame.

-Days back, you thought I was a spoiled cunt-. She quickly says back, leaning front. At her logic, he blinks and nods briefly, letting her talk-. Days back, I did not know who Aemond truly was, and you did not know who- who Daera truly was-, she laughs a little when naming herself-. We...we just knew who was the boy who took Vhagar and the girl who fighted him because of it-, the princess whispers, thinking of that day.

The prince felt his lips wanting to tremble a little, but he didn't allow them. He just gulped harshly, always staring at her.

-But, with what we did in Flea Botton, days back too, in the alley...-Daera moved a little on her chair, draggin herself a little closer to him. Their knees touched-...from that moment on, everything between us changed, Aemond. I won't let you denied it-, she whispered lowly, looking at his eye.

He had not previous encounter with this kind of honesty, this plenitude of words, the way she seemed so sure yet a little nervous when talking. They were not easy words, indeed, but that is what amazes him. Everyone he knows chooses to hide the words that are not easy.

Aemond tilted his head a little, feeling his throat having a growing lump. He sniffed his nose, letting out a tired sigh under her tender eyes.

-When you see me, do you not only think in how I took Vhagar from your home?-. Aemond asks, whispering, exhausted, confused. Daera smirked really tinyly, tiltinh her head in the same direction of his, reading his eye-. Because...because when I see your brothers, I only think of-

-What do you think, when you see me?-. She interrupted him with softness, suddenly grabbing both of his hands. Aemond's brows curved up, trembling, every time being more difficult for him to hide his true emotions towards her.

-Something different from any other single thing I have seen in my life, cousin-, he said lowly, with his voice almost have shaken. Daera bited her inferior lip, feeling how her heart warmed wildly. For a moment, she was scared of his answer-...Pure honesty...-, he sighed, almost like disbelieved.

-I have been purely honest with you-. She confirmed in a nod, starting to caress his fingers. Aemond looked at them with his mouth pressed, forbidding it to shake-. Everything I told you, on the island...Yes, it hurted me, yes, it still does to this day, but...-she blinks a few times, inhaling-. But I also listened to you, and you were also honest with me, right?-. She sided a quick smile.

-Uhum-, he hummed instantly, sounding sort of squeaking.

-Uhum...-Daera noded, with such a warm smile. She overshadowed the shine of the fire, he thought-. And I am very thankful for it, for there is not one better thing than having a full prospect-. Daera narrowed her eyes, passionate-. Both sides of the story-, she sighed-. Such resentment and jealousy, they just...are not much of a burden after gaining that-, she whispered.

-Hmm-, Aemond squeaked again, feeling how tears were now invading his eye. Her voice, her gace, her words, her touch. How could the tears resist?

She was aware of those tears, but did not feel the need of pointing at them. Daera woild not judge any feeling he was having, at the contrary, it was encouraging her even more. Encouraging her to understand him, more.

-Could you remember me, again, your side?-. She asked in a soft voice, caressing his fingers.

Aemond breathed hard through his nose, looking at the ground for a few seconds. He blinked, and opened his mouth.

-They made me feel small...-he barely was heard. But, when she did, Daera gulped hardly, pressing her lips when imagining such pain of him-. They laughed, they mocked, they pushed me-. He counted, ashamed, speaking low. However, saying it outloud was giving him a strange feeling. Was this relieve?-. The Pink Dread...all of my attempts to get along with them, all of them failed-, his voice trembled, this time pretty noticeable.

-A whole prospect, I am telling you-. She sighed, holding his fingers on hers. For the first time, Aemond sobbed, afflicting his throat so hard-. Both sides, fulled of misery, Aemond-. She spoke slowly, leaning more to the front-. But we grew up with the idea that only the other one was miserable-, she said sourly-. But we were all wrong...we are all miserable-, she whispered.

-Daera, the resentment still burdens on me, every day, I am afraid-. He confessed in a new sob, now leaning front towards her too. Daera opened her lips, not very surprised-. I do see, now, the full prospect you gave me, but...to this day, nothing will ever justify their actions against me, not one of them-. He denied, speaking lowly but with force.

-Aemond...-she sighed, thinking of her dear siblings.

-You and your sisters fighted me to defend your mother's memory, to defend her on her vey funeral's day, I can grow to understand thay-. The prince nods several times, caressing her fingers back. She looked at him, seeing the sourness of his eye-. But Jace and Luke, everything they did, even that fucking night...they did it because they thought I did not deserve it-, he slowly whispered, resting his forehead on hers.

She sighed, trembling a little and dancing against his forehead with dearness. She felt her mind aches so bad when hearing how resentful he talked about her brothers, but her heart beated so warmly when sensing his tenderness towards her. What has she got herself into?

-And you...-he let all of his air out. Daera inhaled with pause, gulping, and not having a clue about his next words-...You are the only one, from all, who is not an other burden to my shoulders-. Aemond whispered, and she curved her brows, going breathless-. You are no misery. The only one with a logica reasoning, an impecable feeling, a..a too comprehensive heart, you are-. He mumbled over her lips, raising his united hands to land them on her cheeks, caressing them. Daera groaned lightly, staring at him-...I can not see any of that in the others, not even if I still had my two eyes-, he denied.

They breathed above the other's lips, feeling their hearts beating at the same peace. Daera removed on his forehead, remembering herself to talk.

-Everything takes time, Aemond...-she tried to convince him, whispering.

-Time will give me back no eye-, he denied, passing his thumbs on her cheekbones-. Time will not make evebody to stop detesting me-, Aemond whispered on her mouth-. Time will never make Jace and Luke take conscience of their fucking doings-, he spat his words lowly, and at that, that tear on his eye finally fell, letting a straight wet line on his face.

-Gods...-Daera squeaked, closing her eyes and furrowing her brows. She was debating with herself. Just listen to him, how resentful he was speaking of them. Her brothers.

-Daera...-he named in a brief sob, staring at her closed eyes while he still caressed her cheeks, now going down to her jaw.

-It may be that I cannot change your feelings...-she whispered over his lips, thinly-. I cannot give you back no eye either, I am sorry-, she sighed.

-Do not be-, Aemond mumbled with softness, now heading his thumbs to her nose, touching it so tenderly.

-But I have to plead you, Aemond...-her voice broke at that second. He stared at her, worried, directly at her eyes. She gulped strongly, looking at him back-. Do never hurt them-. She, then, pleaded. He blinked two times, stopping his caressing-. If time can not amend a thing, neither will vengeance-, she denied from side to side, moving his head with hers.

At that moment, Aemond felt belittled, like many times on his life. But that feeling turned out to be so brief, for she, then, said this words.

-And I won't let them hurt you either...-Daera murmured with a firm softness, nailing her eyes on his one.

Aemond's lips trembled a little, and he then let out a chuckled mixed with a sob, wrinkling his eye while he shook his head a little.

-I appreciate that fondly-. He whispered-. But the damage is already done, my goddess...-the prince said, remember her the feeling of his eyepatch over her skin.

-It is fully not-. She instantly denied, firm. He raised his brows a little-. It it was, you were a fucking imbecile-, she strongly said-...Which you are definetely not-, Daera dictated.

Aemond blinked, moving his jaw and looking at her. Daera gulped, glancing at his lips really quick.

She could not hold another second. The princess ended the distance between them and met his mouth on a lovely kiss. The one-eyed prince sighed, relieved, and grabbed her cheeks harder while responding the kiss hungrily, closing his eye and letting himself loose on that tasty savour of her.

He outed his tongue, which met with hers, and they started to caress each other into their mouths, moving them so freely, stopless. He lost his hands on her curly hair, and she lost hers inside the neck of his jacket, hugging his bare back and dragging him closer.

Aemond snorted and carried her on his own hands, sitting her over his legs. They both laughed amusedly, separating for a brief moments to stare at each other. Daera closed a smile, looking down, and passing her thumbs on his cheekbones, skimming close to his scar.

-You are my goddess now...-he whispered-. I got no way out-, he sighed, staring straight at her beautiful eyes.

-I will make sure you don't-, Daera taunted, talking over his nose. He smiled, tenderly, biting his cheeks from inside-. Fuck The Seven, oy?-, she whispered, closing her lips to his forehead.

-Daera-, he reproached in a low laugh, caressing her thights sotly over her dress.

Daera took a risk, and landed her lips on Aemond's scar, kissing it tenderly and without shame. He, under her, went speechless, feeling how the very few nerves still in there shivered at that warm touch. That part of his face has not been touched in...forever.

She opened her eyes, and looked down, wanting to see his reaction. He was alreadly looking at her, breath stopped, lips opened and fasted heartbeat. The princess laughed lowly, landing two more quick kisses in there. Aemond felt his pants turned smaller, and tighter.

-I am going to fuck you, now, in every bookshelf of this library-. He whispered, in blank, but full of desire.

-Ahh, no, not now, I'm afraid-. Daera denied, raising her hands and combing back his hair a little. Aemond hummed, disagreeing with her response-. We...have a supper to get ourselves ready for-. She longly sighed.

Aemond sighed too, and sided a slow smile, staring stopless at her.

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