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pearlywritings · 7 months

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Remarkable comparisons

synopsis: you just never seize to surprise him - your words make his heart flutter as you find the new ways to admire the parts of him.

prompt: 20

requested by: my dearest @lunargrapejuice

pairing: Diluc, Kaveh, Neuvillette x fem!reader

tw: fluff, established relationship, Diluc has thick eyebrows (because I love Rae's (@bobaboob) design of him), tiny mention of injury in Kaveh's

word count: 2.3k+ words in total

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Diluc

“Congratulations, Kaeya,” you smile, saluting the Cavalry Captain with your drink. “Maybe this is a sign and you should really start dating someone.”

“One letter with a confession is all it took you to give me this piece of advice? Why, I am very honored to receive one,” the man teases, cheek supported by a hand and the fingers of the other drumming against the bar counter as he’s waiting for his own treat for tonight. “Not to mention, you getting together with Diluc in the past didn’t really solve the exactly same problem, am I correct?”

There is a grumbling sound coming from the bartender’s throat, and you snicker, knowing that the redhead is certainly rolling his eyes.

“Careful, Kaeya, or you might get your drink dumped into the sink.”

“Surely my brother wouldn’t do something like that to me,” your friend decides to pay your words no mind, turning to look at your husband instead, “right, ‘luc?”

“Oh, I actually might.”

“Ouch, you wound me.”

Diluc gives him a half-hearted glare, and you shake your head, too used to their quarrels over nothing. Tuning out their voices, you close your eyes and try to relax, enjoying your favorite beverage - always courtesy of your beloved - and humming the melody the bard is singing further into the room. The evening can be called unwinding, and if it continues to be so, it won’t be a hard task to wait Diluc’s shift to be over, to help him close the tavern and make your way home.

“Hey, hey, Y/n,” but of course Kaeya has to disturb your just established peace and quiet, and when you open your eyes again, there is already a full glass in his left hand. Looks like the tavern owner was convinced not to throw it away as he threatened to do.

“What is it, Alberich?”

“You decided to hurt me too,” he gasps painfully, clutching his chest and mimicking the face of a kicked puppy. “My favorite sister-in-law is bullying me with my last name.”

“I am your only sister-in-law. I get the privilege.”

It doesn’t escape you how Diluc snorts at your answer. Kaeya only grimaces.

“We’ll come back to it later. Now I am more curious, how did you handle all those love letters my brother received? I don’t believe you’ve ever told me.”

“I probably didn’t,” you agree, putting your empty glass down, only for it to end up in the redhead’s hands a minute later. “But that was fun.”

“...fun?”

“Yeah, fun. Ever since Diluc started courting me and I returned his affections, he’d come to me with every letter - sometimes with a whole pile of them - and we would sit down and read them together.”

The star-shaped pupil darts to the unfazed man and meets with the gaze of crimson eyes - it is as if he knew that his brother would question his reaction.

“I didn’t want her to get the wrong idea,” he states while pouring you another drink. “Just throwing or burning the letters without any prior explanation could leave some trace behind and cause misunderstanding, so I decided to tell her of the very first one I got when in a relationship with her. She found it so entertaining that ever since she demanded to read every single one of those.”

“You can call it my own research on the creativity of his suitors’ compliments,” you grin, thanking your lover for the new drink, leaning up to plant a kiss to his cheek. “I’ve counted around 120 comparisons of his eyes or hair to anything related to fire, a little bit more than 60 saying of his wisdom and owlishness, something like 46 cases of titling him a ‘prince’... But there were original ones too - ‘locks like waterfall of Fontaine’, ‘the dark master of my dreams’, ‘the perfect father for my children’”, Kaeya chokes, while you simply shrug your shoulders. “Yeah… I have a whole list somewhere actually. I can show you later, just remind me the next time you visit the winery.”

“You are the menace, my dear. Diluc, I can’t believe that after all those…fluttering words you were blushing over that compliment your now wife gave you about your eyebrows!”

“I mean,” Diluc clears his throat, furrowing the aforementioned brows, “They’ve just grown back after that accident with my vision…”

“And I jumped on him, kissing all over those beautiful thick bushy lines atop his mesmerizing eyes. I really missed them,” you sigh dreamily and the Cavalry Captain isn’t sure if you are serious or exasperated.

“It… it was the first time I'd heard them described that way. Or mentioned at all,” Almost unconsciously your husband reaches to move the fluffy fringe to the side. You can’t help but raise your hand and smooth the thumb over his eyebrow. Archons, your man is handsome.

“It was the first time I used such words too. I tried to be romantic. And creative. Creatively romantic.”

“I guess it worked…” Kaeya mumbles averting his eyes from the display unfurling before him. Maybe staying single wasn’t so bad.

Kaveh

“My love, you should be more careful with them, you know?” Softly caressing the bandaged knuckles with your thumb, you scoot even closer to your sulking husband. Your shoulder is immediately occupied with his golden-copper head, cheek flush to your bare skin and you can only assume that he is staring at the lock of your hands.

“Of course I know,” he sighs, turning his palm up and gently grabbing your fingers to draw the back of your hand to his lips. “My hands are basically the source of my income. But accidents happen at the construction site. It’s just that this time I am the one who ended up hurt. Thank the Dendro Archon no one else was affected.”

You want to scold him for being so dismissive of his own health, you want to scold him for not treating the injury well enough right away and jumping back into work again, you want to scold him for diminishing the role of his hands - his own role - to a simple instrument of making mora.

But you almost instantly push those thoughts away - after all, Kaveh knows all these things very well, and you are not about to ruin his mood even more.

“I hope they’ll heal soon,” you offer instead, turning your head and kissing the top of his. “Your hands are very important!”

“They are?” The blonde finally looks at you and there is an unmasked interest in them. “You mean, more than for drawing blueprints?”

“So much more! No other hand can hold mine. No other fingers can push a strand off of my face when the wind is too playful. No other palm is as perfect as yours to plant kisses upon. No wrists can compare to the work of art that yours are - also perfect for kisses.”

“I don’t know, birdie,” you are so beautiful in your pretense of playful hesitation, gleaming eyes averted and lips pursed. “What if this emotion doesn’t suit me so well?”

“But my muse,” the corners of his lips tug in a smile, akin to a shy morning sun, “all these things and so much more I can still do even with my hands bandaged.”

“I know, Kaveh, I know. But, there is something else, and, quite honestly, I might get shy if I say that outloud.”

“Oh?” Yes, that Kaveh-like lilt is back in his enchanting voice, and now he is sitting with a straighter back, half-turning to face you, but keeping your hands together on your knee. “Now I really want to know.”

“Come on, tell me~” And he is pushing his forehead against yours, gently butting, eyes full of determination staring in yours. “I wanna know what else my sweet loving wife thinks of my hands~ Or I might just attack you with kisses!”

“Wait, I joked-” and you erupt in giggles, when the architect surges forward to shower your smiling face with pecks big and small.

“...and what if I want it?”

“Then you shall receive.”

“Alright, alright! I surrender! I see your hands as the creators of our future home!”

The attacks abruptly stop. The pretty pink padparadscha eyes blink a few times, mind processing the words of your sacred confession. And while he is at it, you decide to elaborate.

“I adore the place we are currently renting. But I hope that one day we’ll build our own house - based off your blueprints, based off your vision of our home, cozy and full of light. So,” you reach your free hand to take his second one to lovingly hold them in your grasp, “for me your hands are also the creators of our future home, if you ever wish to share my idea.”

“I… Wow, Y/n, you caught me off guard,” the gaze full of wonder falls to his hands, currently wrapped in white bandages and looking imperfect in his own eyes. “It… it's the first time I've heard them described that way.”

“It's the first time I used such words too, my dear husband.”

You want to protest when his palms slide out of yours, but as they cup your cheeks and draw your lips to his - you eagerly close the distance, putting your hands on top of his.

Something tells you that Kaveh very much shares your idea.

Neuvillette

Your lover’s shrewdness has always been a well-known fact, an unprovable wrong at that. But even he at times could get stuck on a tangled case, especially in a moment of lacking some crucial details - though the public is never aware of it, because when the Iudex of Fontaine takes his rightful place in the courtroom there is no doubt that he knows more than enough to start the trial.

Only you and the melusines have ever witnessed him in a state of stalling as he is analyzing the information he has again and again until the missing piece is discovered. Today is exactly one of these days. No trials are scheduled for the day, so Neuvillette can dedicate his full attention to looking over the cases he will be taking care of tomorrow. Admittedly he never feels annoyed or discouraged when his thoughts reach a deadend, but having you in the same room always brings him comfort even though it was unnecessary in the first place.

You came earlier in the afternoon and brought him lunch, knowing that he’d barricade himself in the office till the late hours of the evening, and decided to stay, promising to handle any issue his subordinates could end up visiting his office with. The man has his full trust in you and your abilities to take care of the administrative part of his job - you’ve spent many decades by his side and involved in his field of work and possessed much empathy towards humans.

Same empathy you hold for him. It’s clear to you, as his beloved, his mate, that your partner needs a break. It’s been some hours since lunch and the desk in front of him has been getting crammed with more and more thick folios. If Neuvillette was a mek, there would be gears turning into his head intensively.

Oh!

Suddenly an idea pops into your head.

Putting away the reports Sedene delivered half an hour ago, you quietly rise from your spot on the plush sofa. The carpet muffles your steps as you move closer to the desk and round it, stopping right by the chair, putting your hand on its back. Your lover doesn’t even lift his head, too used to your presence, never questioning your actions. You admire the parts of him that are in your sight - his long, silky hair, thrown over the left armrest - a habit he developed, too tired to sit onto his own locks; then there is some of the skin of his neck is opened, transforming into the sharp jawline which you suddenly have desire to kiss; the broad shoulders that look even wider because of his coat and you put your free hand on his elbow, bending down.

And then there is his ear - pointy and delicate, it becomes the center of your plan.

Neuvillette’s whole frame shudders when you hum against the shell of it and then press the side of your head to his. It takes a moment to realize that it’s your ears that are touching and you lean into him even further, finally breaking his focus, eliciting a confused sigh out of him.

“Beloved? What’s wrong?”

“Mmm, absolutely nothing, darling,” you hum again, yet do not move anywhere from your spot. “It’s just your thoughts were running so fast in your head that I thought I was hearing the crashing of the waves.”

“...pardon me?” Now the confusion is in his voice too and you draw your face away to look at him with a glint of amusement in your visage.

“Well, you know, they say ‘a shell of an ear’. And if you press your ear to a seashell you’ll hear the sounds of a distant ocean. Come to think of it,” your finger touches the pointy edge and travels the length of it, sending another shiver - this time a pleasant one - down the man’s spine, “your ears look like the prettiest shells.”

When your digit stops its ministration it’s his own gloved hand that reaches up to touch the place you’ve just been tracing.

“It… it's the first time I've heard them described that way,” his voice is soft, inhuman eyes closing as a tender smile graces his lips.

“Well… It's the first time I used such words too, my love. I am glad the comparison is to your taste.”

“It is indeed,” the chair is pushed away and in a moment your lover is standing, fondly looking at you and offering his hand. “How do you feel about a walk at the shore?”

“Wow, if complimenting you will always result in taking a break from work I should start making more of those,” you can’t help but tease, eagerly taking his hand though. “I feel positively about it. Let’s go.”

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iloveboysinred · 3 days

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Under the Canopy [Firelord Zuko]

Mdni 18+ content | Firelord! Zuko x Reader

Synopsis; Being Firelord had been taking up all your husband’s time. It was hard trying to be a supportive wife by keeping your own desires to yourself.

cw; fem!reader, sexually explicit content, messy oral sex (giving and receiving), fluffy smut, smut with feelings. P in V sex, two seconds of subby Zuko if you squint, split second of overstimulating the firelord, slight mentions of exhibitionism, kinda long and written by an amateur. ;<

; 3291 words

Sorry for the way the paragraphs are formatted, apparently tumblr’s servers cant handle long paragraphs 😒

GIF by @/choschang

It was quiet in the Fire Nation tonight.

You sat by Zuko’s study in your shared room, watching him work. He was writing letters in response to the leaders of the other nations, addressing their concerns as well as handling issues within his own nation. It took all his focus, brush in his hand sliding around on the parchment with precision. While you, left quiet and nothing to do, occasionally took the time to study him. His brow furrowed in concentration as he wrote, his steady hand occasionally pausing to dip his brush in the ink to continue writing on the scroll. The task seemed so simple, but you could see in his eyes he was beginning to grow tired. Zuko has been up long nights as well as enduring equally as draining meetings with diplomats, generals, and his advisors, all in the name of restoring peace to the world, and honor to the Fire-Nation. After the 100-year war, the burden of his forefather’s mistakes fell on Zuko and Aang, working restlessly to reverse 100 years of oppression, which of course, was no easy task. Paired with the uprising of rebellions, and the daunting task of earning the trust of his people and the whole world, being Firelord has kept your husband occupied and stressed.

Many times you found yourself in the same exact place you are now, leaning over the edge of the desk, offering little comments of advice and correcting his grammar, ignoring his occasional demands you get your rest. These long nights were the only alone time you and your husband could enjoy together right now, even if its just you sitting by his side quietly as he worked. Occasionally he would reach over and tangle his fingers with yours, squeezing your hand to let you know he appreciated your presence.

Your heart craved more than gentle hand squeezes and rushed pecks here and there, you missed the warmth of your husband. Many nights you’d lay alone in your extravagant bed, longing for the tender love and passionate touches only Zuko could provide. The silk red and maroon bedsheets reminding you of your husband’s insatiable appetite for your body. Your mind wandered back to your first few nights as newlyweds, when Zuko fucked you on any surface he could hold you up against. His hips rocking into yours hastily, pussy drunk and inexperienced, making his pace desperate. But by the time night had fallen, he had gained plenty of practice on exactly how to please you, making sweet love to you under the stars, not caring how loud you were or who saw you.

You rubbed your hand up the side of your neck, once constantly covered in angry red and purple marks. All gifted from your needy husband who couldn’t keep his lips off of your skin. You sighed, shifting your position on the chair you had taken next to the study. You tried to shake off the creeping arousal you started to feel in your core.

Zuko had to work. It would be selfish to interrupt him.

But you couldn’t help but want to be selfish. The bed behind you looked emptier than it has ever been. The duvet crisply folded over top of the cool, silk red sheets underneath pressed to perfection, not a single wrinkle in sight. Your soft, elegant pillows perfectly arranged in various shades of burgundy and red. All sitting on top of a strong, oak bed frame. A huge tapestry of the fire nation insignia hanging from the wall. Your gaze seemed to stick to the canopy you had specifically asked your husband to have built for you. The thick curtains now tied neatly to their posts. You pictured the lazy mornings you had with Zuko, your legs spread and comfortably resting on his shoulders, his head buried in between your thighs sloppily getting his fill of you. You’d thread your fingers through his hair, lightly grinding your pussy onto his face, urging his tongue deeper. Those very same curtains blocking out the morning light, letting you and Zuko enjoy a little more time with each other.

“Y/n? Cant you hear me talking to you??” bringing you back to the present, you tried to give your husband your undivided attention, your thighs clenched together, your undergarments now damp from your heated arousal. Those filthy thoughts of your husband making your heart race and your clit pulse. “Are you tired or something?” He asked you, tenderly reaching over to place his warm hand on your knee. You jolted at the contact, confusing your lover, who gave you a sideways glance before moving his hand to grasp yours, now resting on your thigh. “N-no i’m not tired baby. I’m just…reminiscing.” Zuko narrowed his eyes at your response, piercing gold looking straight into your soul. “About what?” He questioned, rubbing circles around the back of your palm. The warmth of his hand on your skin made your body tingle. “Well, i’m just thinking about our honeymoon…how I used to have you all to myself. Now it feels like I can barley get two minutes alone with you..” A knowing look overcame Zuko’s face, and you thanked the spirits your husband could read you so well to know what you meant without having to say too much. His cheeks flushed lightly, not expecting an answer of that nature and you smiled warmly at him. He never stopped being bashful, despite being well aquatinted with your needs and desires by now.

“Its okay though, my love. I know you’re busy nowadays. I wouldn’t want you to abandon your duties because of me-“ “come here, love” Zuko interrupted your rambling, pulling his chair away from the study and beckoning you over to sit on his lap. He spread his thighs as you sat down, giving you room to get comfortable. You clung to his robes, and he wrapped his arm around your back, holding you steady against his chest. His other hand rested at your thigh, rubbing and squeezing the soft skin. You felt your clit pulsing between your legs. You were so close to your husband’s dick, resting just under you. The only thing separating you from him being the thick robes that he adorned, and the thin fabric of your panties, now clinging to the damp skin of your pussy. Zuko caressed your back, pressing slow kisses up the length of your shoulder and neck. Nuzzling his nose against your cheek, his warm breath fanned across your skin, you melt into his embrace, breathing out in contentment.

“Tell me exactly what you remember about our honeymoon.” He murmured, sighing blissfully as you threaded your fingers through his hair. You flushed, timidly hiding your face in his neck as you recounted the filthy thoughts you had been thinking about just minutes before. “Well..i was thinking about the first night on Ember Island” you mumbled, moaning when you felt Zuko sucking on your neck, already attempting to leave a hickey on the skin of your throat. “ mmm..mind telling me the details?” His raspy voice made your heart skip a beat, light breaths escaped you as Zuko continued kissing your jaw, his other hand creeping up your thigh, causing your night dress to hike up, the fabric bunching up around your hips. You stilled as his hand ghosted over the skin of your inner thigh, dangerously close to your core. “I was thinking about how you put me up against the wall.. you fucked me so good that night. You always do” you breathed, shivering when you felt your husband’s finger ghosting over the flimsy panties stuck to your skin “And what else?” you barely heard him, the ache between your legs and his teasing was mind numbing. “I just miss you so much, Zuko.” you confessed, your voice was close to whiney, trying to pull at your husband’s heartstrings as much as you can. Zuko hummed, his hands tracing over the lining of your panties, thumb rubbing over the fabric covering your mound. Your breath hitched, the cotton clinging to your lips. He traced over the indent of your pussy, never once taking the soiled fabric off your skin. It was torture, the way his finger pressed slow circles over your clit, the friction of the fabric against you driving you insane. “I want you so bad baby, please” you whined, pressing yourself into his hand. You just about cried with relief when you felt your husband’s fingers slip past the band of your panties, right into your entrance. You arched your hips up, chasing the pleasure.

Zuko smirked against your neck, curling his fingers deliciously against your g-spot, his fingers moving in and out of you steadily. “Zuko..” you sighed, trying your best to fuck yourself against his hand, your hips matching the push and pull of his fingers. “Yes, my love?” He murmured against your ear, knowing exactly what you wanted. But you knew your husband. You knew he wanted you to use your words. “I want you to fuck me..” you whispered, grinding down against his semi-hard dick the best you could with his hand in the way, his thumb pressing harder against your clit. Zuko groaned at the contact, looking into your eyes, glazed over in desperate arousal, lust dancing in his own golden irises. Faster than you could even think, Zuko picked you up off his lap, hastily laying you down on your shared bed. The cooling red silk of your bedsheets felt pleasant against your heated skin. He leaned down, pressing a heated kiss against your swollen lips and you him kissed back, sloppily sucking his tongue into yours, eagerly grabbing at anything you could reach on your husband’s body. Zuko matched your fervor, with his hands running down your sides, fingers hooking onto the hem of your night dress, rolling the fabric up over your thighs and exposing your clothed sex. He pulled the flimsy fabric off with ease, slowly dragging the soaked garment off of you, discarding it somewhere you didnt see, or care. His hands grabbed the underside of your knees, pulling your legs open and pushing them up to your chest, opening you up for your husband’s hungry gaze.

He was quick, dipping his head down and pressing a wet kiss on your mound, dragging a finger up your slit to spread your pussy open, revealing your soaked folds. Your body shivered, the warm air against your clit sending shockwaves up your spine. You felt so open, completely exposed and at your husband’s mercy. Zuko wasted no time, pressing his warm lips against your clit, he suckled on the sensitive bud slowly, parting from you just to press his hand over the surface of your mound, the firm pressure causing your clitorial hood to inch back, giving your him more access to your bundle of nerves. You whined when he resumed his ministrations, devouring your pussy whole. Your body jolted when his fingers entered your heat, the pleasure almost overwhelming your senses. Zuko moaned against you, eating you like a starved man and fucking his fingers into you, curling inside of you and massaging your walls. You gripped his dark locs, hips bucking into his mouth out of reflex. A warm pool began to form in your stomach, the familiar feeling setting your nerves a light. Zuko spread your thighs, burying his face deeper into you, pulling away from your clit to replace his fingers with his tongue, tasing you whole. You gasped from the welcome intrusion, legs closing around his head, holding him still against you. But your husband was having none of it. He aggressively spread your legs open, tongue fucking you with vigor, fingers coming up to rub quick swipes over your clit. It didn’t take you long for your to reach your release, your vision going white as your body convulsed above him. Chant after chant of Zuko’s name as he continued to eat you out, riding out your high. Your chest rose and fell, your breath labored as you looked down at your husband, his hair now tousled and free from the top knot he had neatly placed it in. His chin was shining with your essence, and his pupils were blown. Even with his disheveled appearance Zuko still looked so handsome, and you felt butterflies in your stomach, just as you had when you first met him. Zuko leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to your navel, leaning up towards you and capturing your lips with his. Then he moved back down to your neck, placing feather light kisses against your skin.

A few moments later you caught your breath, your husband still cuddling against your chest, sucking marks on whatever patch of skin he desired. You tugged at his thick robes, successfully pulling the heavy fabric off your husband’s body with his help. Your eyes racked over his body, drinking in the sight of him. Zuko didn’t bother to move the robes off the bed, instead kneeling on them as he pulled his undergarments off, his hard length slipping out, tip flushed and drooling with pre cum. You pushed your hand gently against his chest, laying him back down and reaching for his dick, wrapping your hand around him. You stroked him from base to tip, twisting your wrist around the head and thumbing over his slit, rubbing his pre cum into his skin. Watching your husband shudder and lean his head back in bliss was rewarding. You lowered down to take him into your mouth, tongue flat against the side of him. Zuko sucked in a sharp breath, his hips stuttering up into your mouth at the sensation. You gazed into his eyes as you swallowed him whole. Holding your breath to stop yourself from gagging, you bobbed your head up and down his entire length, breathing through your nose as best you could. Zuko let out a drawn out moan, throwing his head back. You watched him, face hidden from your view, dark hair splayed out on the pillows. You knew exactly how to make your husband fall apart, and you loved every second. You dragged you tongue up his length, wrapping your lips around his tip and sucking, hollowing your cheeks as you bobbed your head, focusing all your efforts where he was most sensitive.

Zuko had been reduced a mess above you, whining your name out and panting, begging you to bring him to orgasm. “Oh fuck baby.. just like that”, “youre doing so good baby”, “you look so pretty sucking my dick like this” were a few of the phrases he slurred, praising you as you pleased him exactly how he liked it. Your free hand came down to cup and rub his balls. Squeezing them gently in time with your bobbing head. You swallowed him down once more, choking against his length as you bobbed your head at his base, his tip hitting the back of your throat. You swallowed around him, sending him over the edge. Zuko took a deep breath as him came, his body going rigid as he spilled into your throat. A jumbled mess of curses and your name spilled from his lips as he drowned in bliss. Eventually you pulled off him, stroking his length to milk him for everything he had. Zuko shuddered, pushing your hand off him, feeling over stimulated. But if it was one thing your husband had, it was stamina. Giving himself a few seconds to recover, he was on you again. Flipping you on your back, he wasted no time situating himself between your legs, his flushed tip rubbing poking your skin and his hair curtaining around you as his body leaned over yours. You stared up into his eyes, so many different emotions swimming between you both. Longing, lust, and love. “I love you” he mumbled, leaning down to rub his nose against yours, kissing your lips sweetly. “I love you most, Zuko” you responded, lovingly placing your hand on his cheek, his pressed a kiss to your palm before leaning back up, taking his warmth with him. The loss was soon forgotten when you felt him enter you, your walls expanding to welcome him in. You let out a low moan, wrapping your legs around his waist to bring him closer, deeper. His pace started out slow, rubbing his warm hands down your thighs as he rolled his hips into you, fucking you deep. “Zuko..” you sighed, his name seemingly being the only word your fuzzy brain can remember. “I know baby..” he leaned down towards you again, mouth pressing a kiss to your ear. “Just let me take care of you” he whispered, threading your hands together. His pace soon picked up, his hips meeting your thighs with every thrust. The weight of his body on yours felt amazing, the obscene sounds of your wetness filling the room and fueling his libido. Every thrust into your heat was filled with longing, the same desperation you had reflecting in him as he fucked you eagerly. You shuddered as your husband moaned into your ear, letting out strings of curses and praise as he lost himself in you. “Fuck baby.. i love you, i love how you feel” he slurred, reaching between your sweating bodies to rub at your clit, urging you to near your end. You cried out as you felt his dick beat against your g-spot. Your walls contracting around him, the pleasure in your core almost too much to bear.

The silky sheets under you felt suffocating, seemingly trapping the heat of your bodies. The sensations you felt becoming overwhelming. “Yes baby, yes!” You cried as he continuously hit that spot inside of you, his relentless pace driving you further and further over the edge. “You fuck me so good baby, oh fuck!”your voice reduced to whines, rolling your hips to meet his, fucking him back. “Let it out baby, give it all to me” Zuko grunted in your ear, his own release creeping up behind him. He rubbed your clit in fast circles, desperately chasing your release, as well as his. Your body went rigid as you came, the breath forced out of your lungs. Your walls squeezed and spasmed around Zuko, who bottomed out inside of you, releasing deep into your pussy. He let out a deep groan, his eyes shut tight and his eyebrow furrowed as he lost himself in pleasure. It was a sight to behold, and you considered yourself lucky to have it reserved just for you.

After a few heartbeats Zuko pulled out of you, grabbing one of the towels the maids made sure to leave on your night stand. He dipped it in the water basin, heating up his palm to warm the cloth. He cleaned you up, carefully wiping the mess up from between your legs, pulling the top sheet off the bed and throwing it somewhere on the floor. You sighed in contentment when you were in his arms again, he had taken the canopy down from its posts, the dark curtains blocking out the candle light in your room. Happiness surged through you as you snuggled into him, your back pressed to his bare chest as he tenderly pressed kisses to your shoulder blades. “That was amazing” you whispered, cuddling into his bicep and closing your eyes, enjoying the afterglow. “Yeah, it was” he murmured, wrapping his arm around your mid-section. “I’m sorry i’ve been so busy my love.” He sighed, pulling the discarded duvet over “like i said, its okay baby. Being Firelord isnt an easy job.. your nation comes first” you sleepily assured him, nodding off in the warmth of his embrace. “But you matter too..i promise i’ll make time for us. I’ll ask my advisors for more help. I’ll get through this as quick as i can” you smiled against him, bringing his hand up to press a gentle kiss on his knuckles. “Okay baby” you mumbled “i love you…” “ i love you too, y/n. So, so much” he whispered, putting out the candles in your room, tugging you closer to him. You slept peacefully that night, and in the morning your husband helped himself to another serving of you, just as he always had before.

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Edited and final proofread; 04/28/24

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zhongrin · 1 year

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newton’s second law of motion

◇ characters ◇ al haitham (ft. kaveh, cyno, tighnari)

◇ tags ◇ divorced dad al haitham as your ex-hubby, possibly ooc al haitham (?), you have a daughter, al haitham pines on you badly, angst to fluff, crack, kaveh-cyno-tighnari support group ftw, brainrot format with a little fic

◇ a/n ◇ happy birthday you dolt (/aff). i didn't plan to post any birthday fic for him but this thought hit me as soon as i read that silly bday letter. this was supposed to be just a brainrot help-

𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⬙ 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

divorced husband!al haitham who is hit by a revelation over the year he lived separated from you - that he had taken you for granted and he had driven you away by failing to communicate and appreciate you properly.

divorced husband!al haitham who receives a little package from you on his birthday; just a small, store-bought birthday cake. he's reminded of the biting words he said the year before, when he tasted the cake you made with your daughter. in hindsight, it was perfectly normal for a three-year-old to mistake salt for sugar. in hindsight, he should have known to hold his tongue. in hindsight, he could have done better than just stare as your daughter cried in your arms.

divorced husband!al haitham who knows that you were just being nice with all these small gestures. for updating him about how your daughter is doing in school every month. it was all a formality of sorts and it was an agreement you had when you broke your marriage. but he can't help the hope that sparked within his chest when he sees your handwriting and hears your voice on the rare meet-ups you organize.

divorced husband!al haitham who admits that you deserve someone better. who resolves to be someone better.

divorced husband!al haitham who picks up that parenting book he abandoned and buys new ones because four-year-olds are different from newborn babies. people stare at him in awe when he starts attending the parenting-themed seminars, and it's like he's back in his akademiya days, taking notes and analyzing research journals.

divorced husband!al haitham who, to his previous roommate's surprise, lets himself be dragged into the 'severely unproductive' weekly tcg game meeting. he silently sits and listens to cyno unconsciously bragging about the warm home he built with his spouse, tighnari proudly retelling story after story about collei taking the lead of the forest rangers, and kaveh gushing about the love of his life.

divorced husband!al haitham who, to everyone's shock, asks for their advice on how to rebuild what he's lost, who for once listens to kaveh as he guides him to emphatize more and shows him the values of white lies when used properly, as inefficient as he though it was. soon enough it turns into a full-on lecture at one corner of lambad's tavern - tighnari had brought out a whiteboard out of nowhere, and even cyno who was at first skeptical about giving him a second chance was animatedly giving his own two mora to avoid worsening the disaster that is the scribe's love life.

divorced husband!al haitham who picks up a new pen and delicately writes a letter with the ink of your favorite color, intending to ask you to meet at the library because he wanted to "further encourage our daughter's newly-found interest in reading". he's hoping it would show his sincerity (yes, he did listen when you absentmindedly told him about your daughter on the last update meeting) and imply that he wishes to make amends (because he remembers not taking much interest in the more 'trivial' things that concerns your daughter when he should have).

divorced husband!al haitham who does not understand why you didn't reply to him, and so he proceeds to recite the letter, word-by-word, to the curious table of the same friends from a week ago, their tcg match long forgotten. kaveh throws a deck of cards at him. cyno slumps back to his chair with a steely expression, arms crossed. tighnari sighs and bemoans about how al haitham is the worst student he's ever had thus far. kaveh rubs his face with his palms - "alright. okay. alright. look. clearly one lecture isn't enough. we could just. we could try again. hey, at least he tried!"

divorced husband!al haitham who wakes up the morning after because of his doorbell, with barely two hours of sleep, coffee-less (you used to make him coffee and he does not understand what he's missing because he could never make them taste the same), grumpy (he remembers the way you would laugh and boop his nose whenever he feels like this), darkened eye bags under his hazy green eyes (which you used to try and will away with a kiss; it never worked but he wishes you were there to do it still), opening the door of his abode (the house feels far too big without you) and promptly almost collapsing from shock at the sight.

it's you.

divorced husband!al haitham who fumbles with his words; his brain isn't working properly and his composure is nowhere in sight. you're holding your daughter's hand and you're looking at him from head to toe with a frown. he asks why you were here. you tell him icily that it was your scheduled date for the usual monthly update; you thought he would have appreciated you bringing your daughter this time. his brain stops. his heart swells. his chest feels warm.

divorced husband!al haitham who invites you in and blushes when you see the remnants of last night's "lectures". kaveh's silly flowchart ('when you should shut your mouth') is still present on the whiteboard. tighnari's books about child development created little towers around the coffee table. cyno's headpiece is still lying on the sofa. and his own copious notes are all over the place.

"what kind of.... project.... are you working on, exactly?"

his brain's broca's area must have been terribly damaged from all the 'scenario exercises' kaveh put him through last night, because what was supposed to be a 'pay no mind to it, it's merely a personal interest of mine' somehow turned into a sheepishly spoken: "i wanted to become a better partner and father."

and you must have thought he was crazy, too, with that look of utter shock on your face. al haitham decides to change the subject. he sees the way your daughter is eyeing the pantry - more specifically, the cabinet that used to store her snacks, and maybe it's all the books and seminars he attended but somehow he understands.

"have you... had breakfast?"

"..... no," your tone is cold and you avert your eyes. the implication is not lost on him. you had not planned to stay for long.

"i see. would you like to procure-" he pauses, gazes towards your daughter, remembering what he read - and he drops to his knees so he can be of a similar eye level with the young child. when he speaks next his tone is higher, softer, and you almost can't believe what you're witnessing, "-would you and mommy like to get some food with daddy?"

"..... yes."

his little angel's voice is barely above a whisper and slightly unsure, but it still makes a genuine smile spread onto his lips for the first time in...... what seemed like forever. he directs his gaze up towards you, like some kind of a lost puppy seeking permission from its owner. you throw one last glance at his notes and sigh before nodding stiffly.

"alright.... you look like you badly need coffee anyway."

divorced husband!al haitham who, despite the tiredness in his bones, readily escorts the two of you out of the house after quickly scribbling a note for the three guests sleeping on a pile in the guest room.

divorced husband!al haitham who asks his daughter about where she'd like to eat and agrees immediately upon her answer despite knowing that their destination would only serve that trashy coffee he loathes with his whole life (and when you ask him again whether he's really okay with her choice, he says yes even though he wanted to say no).

divorced husband!al haitham who asks you about the latest updates on your job and tells you that he thinks it's admirable, for you to balance caring for their child while also having such a stable career (you did not express the need to be getting constructive criticism on how to further improve your career and branch out your skills, so he decides to keep his mouth shut).

divorced husband!al haitham who stumbles, trips, and is still horribly clumsy as he paves a path back to walk beside you and your daughter. but he tries. and he hopes to spend his next birthday with you, your daughter, a kitchen that looked like an oven has exploded, and a deformed cake.

and as the front door closes, the three guests high-fives each other in a small circle from behind the slightly opened door of the guest room.

#astronetwrk #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #rin writes #al haitham #al haitham x reader

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juneberrie · 2 months

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DATING APPLEJACK !

request || equestria girls!apple jack x fem!reader

author's note: everyone say thank you to mars for encouraging my delusions & to the person who requested this. also ive been picturing her the way @/cloiiiiii on tiktok draws her so like yeah

ⓘ word count : 0.8k || applejack masterlist

probably didn't realize she liked you until someone (rarity) told her

"what? no way, i don't like-" and then the "HOLY SHIT I DO LIKE HER!"

she was the last to know

rainbow and rarity have to give her advice on asking you out (rarity's is serious and helpful, dash's is just "ask her out dumbass")

probably asked you out with flowers.

"so uh– i was wondering' if you'd, uh, y'know, wanna go out with me sometime? it's fine if not– y'know what, nevermind its stupi–"

she's so nervous!!!

anyways onto the actual dating hcs

she was the one to say i love you first

you guys were probably taking a walk or something and you were talking and she'll like smile at you really lovingly and go "i love you, y'know"

calls you really cheesy nicknames — sugar, sugar cube, pretty girl, my girl, princess, angel, darlin', missy, sweetheart, sweet pea, honey, etc etc

would take you on the cutest dates!!!

sunsets, picnics, apple picking (duh), late night drives

if u like shopping then she's def the kind of girl who'll hold all your bags

she'll also walk you to all your classes / walk you home

also!!! kind of gf who won't leave u alone in public. like if you guys go out she WILL stay with you at all times cause yk 😕

she's such a sweetheart

will open doors for you and get offended if you try to do ANYTHING yourself

SHE WAS RAISED RIGHT 🗣

can and will give you her clothes to wear. PLEAAASE wear her flannels/shirts around her she will lose her mind

"well, darlin', don't you look nice?" whenever u get dressed up

she either gets flustered really easily or she doesnt

pls imagine her in like. a white tank and jeans and cowboy boots

1 million dead 4923 injured

her voice in the morning >>>>>

it has a little rasp and her accent is like ten times thicker and just ugh

she's jacked btw. apple jacked.

she grew up up a farm like what'd u expect

anyways imagine needing to get smth off a shelf or something and she just comes up behind you and reaches to grab the thing and her arms ohmygod

love languages are definitely acts of service & quality time

CONSTANTLY doing little things for you

holding open the door, getting you flowers every week, randomly cleaning your room when she's at your house, filling up ur drink, ordering for you, etc

such a "my girl" kind of gf

"attagirl" "my girl" "pretty girl" "sweet girl"

randomly gives u compliments

also!! i don't see her as the kind of gf who comments under ur insta posts but she's def the kind who'll post them on her story

she's not a very social media person in general, but any post she does make is probably of you

would def write you a sappy letter on your anniversary/valentines/christmas/new years/your birthday

basically any chance she gets she'll write u a long, sappy letter telling you how much she appreciates you and loves you and yap yap yap

i don't see her as a person who wears much jewelry, but i can definitely see her having a locket with your picture in it, or some kind of matching bracelet

randomly starts yapping about you to the girls

"she's so sweet and i love her an–" "SHUT UP WE GET IT." "dang okay"

they're your biggest fans!!!

pinkie probably made a fan account on insta thats just her posting cute pictures of you guys

rarity helps applejack plan dates and shit

dash playfully flirts with you any chance she gets because she finds it hilarious when aj glares at her

speaking of that, i can't see her being someone who gets jealous super super easily?

like, i can definitely see her sidling up beside you, putting an arm around your waist, and glaring at the person who's flirting with you

"who's this, darlin'?"

she has an rbf so if you're really sunshine-y you guys look ridiculous tg

scary guard dog gf!!!!

such an early riser but if you ask her to stay in bed with you she'll be so dramatic about it (she'll sigh and be like "alright, alright, but just this once" <- its happened multiple times)

apple bloom adores you!!! she'll randomly barge into aj's room to talk to you (aj thinks its cute how much she likes you but she does NOT appreciate her sister's interruption)

100% your biggest supporter

if you do theatre or choir or orchestra, she'll show up to EVERY. SINGLE. PERFORMANCE. you will ever have

if you do sports, trust she'll be at all your games yelling her head off and holding a big ass sign

she's really good at cooking so she'll learn how to make your favorite dishes!!! this also means you guys have cute little dinners at home a lot <3

#mlp x reader #my little pony x reader #equestria girls x reader #mlp eg #applejack x reader #apple jack x reader #mlp applejack #liz’s writing ♡

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chaoticbardlady99 · 3 months

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Maryë (Astarion x GN! AFAB Reader) MDNI 18 +

Synopsis: Astarion left to explore the world and himself following the death of the Netherbrain. You remain in Baldur’s Gate with your brother, Gale, resigning yourself to your fate as Astarion’s friend until you die. Until one day, you and Astarion begin to write letters back and forth. Except there is one letter in particular that you suspect isn’t from Astarion…

CW: minimal mentions of violence, smut, Oral (Female Receiving), PIV, Tav’s also just an oblivious idiot who apparently doesn’t think very hard about words (it’s me, I’m Tav the idiot and this is like my Fiancé and I’s friendship prior to ya know, dating lmfao)

Author note- I might also write this in AMAB! Format, but I need to do some… research first for accuracy. This is lightly edited and just some silly little thought I had. I wanted to write something not so detailed for once while I work on my drafts for Lethal Woman and She’s Not Acid Nor Alkaline. Also def stole a line from Tolkien and added to it at the end (this is me crediting).

You’ll either love this or hate this idk.

The title literally translates to Home in Elvish.

Photo belongs to idk who so please reach out if it’s yours!

As always- likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated, I am just terrible at responding.

Tav,

As much as I enjoy our current form of communication- I was wondering if I could come to see you in person.

I have so much I need to say to you and I want to be able to do it in person- the proper way.

I hope to hear from you soon.

Yours,

Astarion

You sit and stare at the letter like you have been doing for the last week since you received it. Unlike your half-brother, Gale, you are not one for words. It was hard to respond to Astarion’s letters initially until Gale “doctored” your responses- often putting whatever silly accomplishment you have achieved lately or stories Gale found interesting from your recent solo adventures.

“Are you going to write the letter or are you hoping it’s going to write itself?” Gale teases.

You scowl at him and shake your head.

“I don’t know what to write back.”

“I could come up with a couple things!” Gale clears his throat, “‘ Oh Astarion- I’ve missed you terribly this whole time! I regret telling you that we should be friends until you figure things out! Despite my VERY WISE BROTHER’S ADVICE TO NOT DO THAT! I wait like a lovesick puppy at the mailbox every week hoping a letter may arrive!’”

You roll your eyes at him and throw one of his many decorative couch pillows at his head. He certainly has your mother’s flair for the dramatic. However, you can’t necessarily say he’s wrong- you have been nothing less than a smitten school girl waiting for letters non-stop.

Astarion had gone back to the Underdark after the last battle with the Netherbrain. He told you that he wanted to go and explore who he is- the world too.

You had been as enthusiastic as you could about the decision considering you had come up to him at the party with a letter in your hands asking if he would like to continue traveling with you after this- you had been too scared to say it outloud. A part of you hoped it may allow your romance to blossom without the impending threat of death at every corner. Well, if he still harbored any feelings for you at all.

You had merely smiled and told him how excited you are for him. It answered the silent question that had been there- was there still room in Astarion’s heart for you after you said you should just be friends and try again later?

The answer was ‘no’, despite Gale’s perplexed face and lecture when he found out you gave the spawn a send off with a ‘long’ hug (he made you describe it in detail). You refuse to give yourself any hope- you will remain a dutiful friend since you resigned yourself to this fate.

Then you received a Sending spell with him requesting your address and the letters began. You squealed like a schoolgirl when the first one came in and ripped it open enthusiastically. You didn’t realize Gale was home, otherwise you wouldn’t have read it out in the open- Tara snitched on you!

You had only truly met Gale around a couple months prior to your mutual abduction. Your mother had asked you to assist a brother you never knew about in finding magical artifacts- you quickly learned it was because the man was becoming a damn recluse.

You had worried he’d slam the door in your face or turn you into a sheep for all of eternity- the minute you told him your name was Tav Dekarios, he pulled you in for a hug and told you he had been awaiting your arrival. Gale was thrilled to know that, like him, you were also a prodigy in your craft.

You are a virtuoso master with any instrument you touch and you cast spells that are almost far too good to be true. You became Oghma’s Chosen in your teen years after spending many years practicing under his mentorship (which is why you and Gale had a very weird, serious talk one night about how Mystra is kind of a fucking pedophile) and that allowed you to do incredible things.

Your notes could create shimmery images and tell stories- Arabella and the other tiefling children (even the very tough Mol) enjoy coming over and watching war tales be told with nothing but a drum and a rain stick. Sometimes you let them tell tales and you come up with a tune to match it- eventually finding a rhythm to put your mind into and create the picture.

It was one of the many things Astarion mentioned in his note- he stated that none of the other Bards even begin to hold a candle to your talent. You blushed deeply when you read the line.

He told you about everything he had seen, everyone he had met, what he’s found out about himself, and shockingly enough- how much he misses you. It had taken you by total surprise, but you responded saying you missed him too.

Pet names began to flow easily into inked lines and it felt like you had a tiny part of him back in your life- your friendship is still as strong as it was before he left.

The letters have quickly become the best part of your week and occasionally you’ll read them with Arabella. She ooos and awwws, then attempts to bully you into tell Astarion your feelings. You cast a mini rain shower over her head with a few poetic words for the suggestion. You don’t want to ruin what you have and there is always the possibility that he found someone else.

However, you weren’t unsure of this particular note because you didn’t want to see Astarion- you would love that. The issue is that it doesn’t look like his handwriting, it isn’t the paper he uses (he’s ridiculously particular), and it doesn’t flow. Gale thinks you are over analyzing it, but you are pretty sure that this isn’t Astarion’s writing. He also addresses you as “Darling” not Tav and signs the letter of with “‘Órenya ná órelya” (my heart is your heart) not “Yours”.

You’ve waited for another note to come in since, but nothing has. You are beginning to wonder if Gale is right and you really are just being paranoid.

“I already told you, Gale,” you say with annoyance, “something isn’t right about this note. I don’t think this is from him which is worrisome because that means I haven’t heard from him in two weeks WHICH could MEAN-“

“For the love of Gods- TAV,” Gale yells, effectively shutting you up, “my young, oblivious little sibling. Just say yes and let him come visit.”

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It had been two days since you sent the sending stone and there was no response. Not that it would have mattered anyway considering you are somewhere in the Underdark in a very beautifully lit cave. Neon, blue veins of magic run through the rock. The pathway is lit with glowing flowers and…. Benches?

It had all happened so fast. One moment you were walking home from the market and the next- Astarion had come up to you from an alleyway and said he needed help. He had told you that he would love to catch up, but there is an injured child around the corner and since he can only stay in the shadows, he needs you to help them. Before you knew it- someone hit you with a sleep spell and the last thing you remember seeing is stars as your head slammed into the pavement. Oh and a, “oooooffff my bad” before you blacked out.

You blink your eyes a few more times, trying to figure out what in the wretched hells is going on.

“Oh for the love of- I told you to talk to Oghma’s Chosen! Not kidnap her and give her a serious concussion!”

A hazy, short figure comes into your vision. Is that…. a Deep Gnome?

“You told us it was imperative for the wedding! We intercepted the real letter and wrote this one,” another Gnome says, “and it worked! They showed up and everything! We’ve been watching since you told us to talk to her two weeks ago! We were running out of time for talking and bargaining so we just-“

“Kidnapped them!” the man yells, “you kidnapped them!? You- you imbeciles! They are supposed to want to perform for the wedding- you had at least six more hours! AND I GAVE YOU TWO WEEKS!”

“But Walby-“

Walby.

You know Walby! He and Barcus have been dating for a while now and the two are over the moon smitten. You are very happy for Barcus- this man is everything Wulbern could never be.

“No! I have had enough of your silliness! Leave me at once!”

You hear the three Gnomes that supposedly ambushed you walk off in angry huffs. A flash of healing magic fills the air and your head is finally clear- your ears no longer ringing like a triangle.

“My apologies, Ms.Dekarios,” Walby, says, “I wanted them to give you an invitation to come to Barcus’ and I’s wedding this afternoon, but as you heard, they are not the brightest bunch.

“It’s a very last minute ceremony- my mother is ill and she wants to see her ‘baby’ get married before she goes. We wanted to wait another year to plan, but oh you know how it goes!”

Walby looks at you sheepishly as you blink a few more times and let his words sink in. You look at the man and try not to throw up from sitting upright. You must have been out for a while, but not in a “oh that was a wonderful beauty nap” kind of way. You are pretty sure you have a decent amount of blood caked to the side of your head and neck right now.

“Oh, well in that case,” you offer a good natured smile, “I’ll consider this the most unique wedding invitation I’ve ever received and one I may not even have the privilege of remembering.”

The man laughs heartily as you stand up and brush your clothing off. You’re glad you wore a nicer outfit today and decided to bring your violin along- Oghma must have wanted to make sure you were prepared.

“I also wanted to ask a favor,” he says meekly, “if I haven’t fallen out of your good graces before I even stepped foot in them- that is.”

You smile and just roll your eyes.

“Consider it water under the bridge. How can I be of service?”

“Well, you see- we had asked an acquaintance of ours to play music and uh. There’s no easy way to put this, but he was run over by a herd of Deep Rothé.”

“Hmm,” you say with a snort, “tough crowd- Deep Rothés.”

Ultimately, you agreed to perform for the ceremony and the little dinner party afterwards. Your music decorated the air with golds and silvers. Barcus was thrilled to have you there and thanked you immensely for allowing his mother-in-law to “witness true magic” before she leaves this plane.

By the time you were finally leaving- you hear two very familiar voices scream your name and come barreling towards you.

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Astarion and Gale are practically sprinting as they try to track your location through the streets of Baldur’s Gate. They had just found a large spot of your blood sticking to the cobblestone and leading to the sewer. Astarion feels sick when he notices the path leads back into the Crimson Palace. Thankfully it was through the sewer and straight to the tunnel of the Underdark.

He had sent you a letter a few days ago and he had confessed his feelings. Instead of waiting for you to respond like a sane person, Astarion got the hell out of the inn he was staying at and began the four day trek to Baldur’s Gate. The nice part about traveling alone and not needing to breath is that Astarion could run from place to place if he was in a hurry or was just fed up with traveling already.

Astarion quickly learned that it was boring to be alone and it’s far more fun to share adventures with you. He also learned that he might be a semi-decent person on his own because, in spite of being without your physical presence, he continues to fucking help people. Astarion is really over this whole moral compass thing (it only extends so far though, he’s still a proud Bastard at heart).

When he arrived at your home about an hour and a half ago, Gale had informed him that you had gone out to the Market and was confused when Astarion said his letter shouldn’t have arrived yet. It took longer than usual to write for… reasons.

Gale showed him the note you received and the two of them pieced together that someone had definitely set up a trap- just not a very good one. Astarion pinched the bridge of his nose when Gale told him that you definitely figured out the letter wasn’t from him, but Gale encouraged you to respond anyway.

A part of him is incredibly worried that some of the remaining Bhaal cultists have taken you since they are the only people he could think of that would be able to mimic his form. His stomach still turns when he thinks about the time they realized Orin had taken you. This is giving him the same queasy feeling.

So imagine his and Gale’s surprise when you are walking away from some random spot seemingly unscathed. Except Astarion won’t believe that until he has inspected you for injuries himself.

You look positively shell-shocked to see him and even more surprised when he’s taking your face gently in his hands and begins to check for injuries.

“Are you alright, Darling?” He says in a far more panicked voice than he means to, “we found blood- I thought the worst and your idiot brother! Of course that letter wasn’t from me! I have class, my Dear! I would never use that paper and WHY IN THE HELLS WOULD YOU FOLLOW ME OF ALL PEOPLE!?”

He knows his ‘rage’ doesn’t sound like rage- it sounds like a man who thought his only love had been on the brink of death only moments ago. Astarion is trying to keep a serious face, but the adoration and love in your eyes when you look at him is making him want to dissolve. He’s thrilled to see that after a whole year of not being together that your feelings haven’t waivered. Neither have his, obviously, but that’s why he’s here.

“I will say, Tav,” Gale says with exasperation, “you even gave Tara a fright- you should be expecting a very long lecture when we get home.”

“Oh I’m sure I will,” you say with a beaming smile, your eyes never leaving Astarion’s, “but I do have quite the story if you would like to hear it?”

Astarion’s grin stretches across his entire face.

“I think a good story, better company, and some wine would make for a fine evening, my Dear.”

“Gross!” Gale says, “but I’ll tag along for some wine.”

Oh dammit.

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If Astarion wasn’t so busy feasting upon you- then he probably would have already hunted down those stupid Gnomes that gave him a fright and found a windmill to fling them from. Gale had left only 15 minutes ago, but Astarion had made quick work in getting you up to his room and having his way with you.

The minute Gale left, the conversation became flirty and teasing- all the want that has been pooling in his body is finally getting the release it needs. You, like always, are a sight to behold.

Your back arches when his tongue drags along your clit and Astarion pushes your hips down into the mattress as your arousal paints his lips. Your moans and desperate cries of pleasure are so delicious and his cock is painfully hard, straining against his leather pants.. He is fighting between taking his time and being selfish- chasing his own pleasure inside of you.

The moment you clench around his fingers is the same moment he unlaces his own pants and begins to remove them. You keen and whine underneath him- Astarion’s name sounds the best coming from you in this state.

Astarion should be a gentleman, hypothetically, and maybe give you a half a second to be a little less dazed from your orgasm. Except Astarion isn’t a gentleman and he isn’t patient- at all.

Astarion lifts your hips up to his until the head of his cock is aligned with your entrance and he thrusts himself inside of you. You immediately wrap your legs around his hips with a yelp of pleasure and your eyes flutter wildly as you take his whole length. Astarion smiles down at you as he slowly rocks in and out of you.

Your fingers find their way to his hair and you pull Astarion’s face down to yours- stunning him with a mind numbing kiss. He snaps his hips at the sensation and the moan you let out causes whatever resolve he had to break. Astarion releases the hold you have on his lips and kisses along your jaw up to your ear.

“Did you like that, my Love?”

You hum in approval and try to pull his mouth back to yours. He interrupts you by thrusting into you two more times with more power than the first one.

“Asta-,,” you attempt to say his name between thrusts, “Astarion please.”

“You didn’t answer my question, Pet,” he teases, “I don’t even know if I know what you like anymore- maybe you don’t even like thi-“

Your legs tighten around his hips as he goes to pull completely out of you. Astarion quirks his eyebrow at you with a smirk as you look at him with desperation.

“I more than liked it- I loved it,” you whisper with your cheeks burning from your shyness.

Oh and how Astarion loves your shyness. His hands fist the sheets as he starts his agonizingly slow rhythm inside of you again- whimpers falling from deep within your chest.

“See, Darling,” Astarion says as his face falls into the crook of your neck, “that wasn’t so difficult, now was it?”

He doesn’t even give you a chance to respond before Astarion’s hips begin to pick up speed and his mouth covers yours. As much as he loves to hear you moan- he doesn’t care to share that experience with any of the patrons that had been obviously checking you out while you were catching up.

Astarion groans against your lips as he continues to fuck you relentlessly- his fangs nip at your lower lip and lap at the tiny droplets of blood that seep from the punctures.

You are a mess underneath him and you feel incredible in every way possible. Astarion never wanted this to stop in the first place- back when he had told you his feelings and you said it would be best to be friends for the time being.

Perhaps that’s what causes him to slow down and kiss you deeply- making up for the lack of speed with more force. One of his hands trails along your chest and begins to tease your sensitive nipples- your walls clench around him hard when he begins to pinch and roll the right one and your orgasm coats him as he moves to play with the left.

You kiss him sloppily and he’s lazily thrusting into you- his own Little Death following yours within seconds. Astarion collapses on top of you as he begins to soften inside of you. The smell of you and him mixed together is intoxicating and your heartbeat is hammering from the pleasure- your eyes glassy and tired with bliss. He laughs breathily before placing a kiss on your swollen lips.

Astarion lifts you up ever so slightly so that he can pull the blanket down and over you, then he adjusts himself and you so that you are curled up with your ear pressed against his chest. He strokes your hair absentmindedly and you lightly draw shapes on his chest.

“I’m so glad you’re back,” you say sleepily, “I’ve missed you so much.”

I’ve missed you too, Darling,” Astarion says while pressing a kiss to your forehead, “I’m happy to be home.”

“Oh I’m sure Baldur’s Gate is-“

“You are my home,” Astarion interrupts you, “I’ve come to realize that wherever you are is where I want to be.”

You look up at him with tears in your eyes and happiness in your heart.

“But what about exploring your new life and all of that jazz?”

“Darling, I wouldn’t have a life if it weren’t for you,” Astarion states, “you helped me kill Cazador and break the cycle of ongoing abuse. You gave me life so I could live it and I want to live it with you. I’m tired of pretending I’m okay with just being friends and holding back my feelings. I want to share my life with you.

“I know this may all seem very fast, but” Astarion grabs his pants off the ground and he feels his stomach turn as he pulls the box out of his pocket, “I know I love you- that’s probably the only thing I’ve ever been sure of in my entire 239 years of existence. I- I wanted to know if you would… marry me?”

Your lips are on his within seconds and the two of you become entangled in soft kisses until you have to pull back for air. You lean your forehead against his and meet his gaze.

“I love you so much, Astarion. Yes- yes I will marry you,” you say tearfully, “I want to share my life with you too.”

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loving-mista · 1 year

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Tokyo revengers relationship headcannons

An: these are all my personal fav characters, but if you want any specific characters I'm all ears just ask or message me!

Kisaki

This man practically worships you, everything you do is beautiful to him. He adores you and would do absolutely anything for you.

No matter how drastic it is, if you told him to do something he'd do it no question, even if it is against what he considers moral it doesn't matter to him

He's an addict for you, your love, and your touch. He loves it all

He never forgets to tell you how much he loves you, from random kisses to full-on letters from him

He has his own vision of a perfect future, and it's with you; your kindness, your beautiful face, and personality have all the aspects he wants in his future. And he can't imagine It without you

Kisaki is completely head over heels and lovesick for you.

Mitsuya

Mitsuya remembers every little thing about you, if you mention you like something to him once he buys it every time he sees it

he also quickly notices subtle changes you make; new perfume, a hair trim, or even a different lip gloss. he realizes it all

he absolutely adores you, there is no doubt about it he tells everyone about you and he's so happy while doing so

he went to Emma for advice on how to ask you out, he was way too shy and nervous

if you patch him up after a fight, he might fall in love again.

he also loves to draw you and he gives these drawings to you with your favorite flower and a short poem or love letter.

most of his art or fashion designs are based on you

you both have a notebook where you both write or draw for each other too

Hanma

Hanma is hopelessly devoted to you, he may be strict and pretty possessive but he also has undying love and loyalty for you

he will do anything and everything in his power to keep you by his side and happy

he isn't all that good at communicating but if you want to speak to him about something you don't like in the relationship, hed listen don't expect him to say anything. once you are done he will just leave, however, you do notice that he did change whatever it was you didn't like as soon as he could.

to him, actions speak louder than words

despite him being so different from you he finds a way to make this relationship works.

he's so proud and supportive of you as well, anything you do he absolutely adores it

if you are an artist he will display your art in his office making it practically a little art show

kazutora

kazutora spent most of his childhood in a cell, so the chances that you are his first girlfriend are very high.

he loves you he really does, but he doesn't know how to show it

he tries he really does, he absolutely adores you but he doesn't know how to say or put it into words

if you are patient with him and talk to him, he is so grateful that you do, he'd ask if he's doing anything wrong and change it

however, if you don't, you will quickly realize that he has other priorities before you

he asks takemichy or hina for advice, (hina was more helpful)

with the advice he got he slowly but surely became a better boyfriend

he thanks you for being so patient and kind to him. its that quality that made him fall in love with you in the first place

chifuyu

the kinda boyfriend who wants to match with literally everything

he is so head over heels for you it is actually quite adorable

he never fails to make you feel loved and appreciated

if you are around he probably follows you around like a lost puppy, he loves your attention

if he hasn't seen you in days when he does expect a nearly bone-crushing hug followed by rambles of how much he misses you

if you both began dating in his teen years, he probably confessed to you using a romance manga he would highlight every I love you or confession in the volume and wrote you a confession at the end of it

despite all this he is still very protective of you and will do anything even if it meant him losing his own life for your safety

#tokyo revengers x gn!reader #tokyo rev x reader #chifuyu x reader #chifuyu scenarios #tr kisaki #kisaki x you #mitsuya x reader #tokrev mitsuya #tr hanma #tokyo revengers hanma #hanma x reader #kazutora scenarios #kazutora x reader #kazutora hanemiya #tokyo rev x y/n

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madnessreruns · 1 year

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Hello! I absolutely adore your work! Would you consider writing any general Headcannons for the narrator from the Stanley parable? Thank you!

General Headcanons

TSP! Narrator x reader

Note: Two posts in one day!! I’m proud of myself. Finished a fic and wrote some hcs 😤🤗

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Okay so staying up with some pretty obvious stuff

He’s very confident, he thinks he’s hot shit, which I mean he kinda is but he thinks it, he knows it, and dear god he will say it.

He is quite smart, he loves to tel you all sorts of facts. He is 100% an ‘um actually’ person, if you say something about a topic that is wrong he will correct you no matter what it is. Which leads into many arguments about what a definition is or what something does cause he was a little meany pants and had to argue with you about it.

Sometimes it can get a bit condescending, be promises he doesn’t mean it! He’s just so extremely passionate about certain topics and wants to share all that with you and make sure you get all of your facts right! If you tell him to stop he will, but when you get something wrong he’ll just sit there with his eyes scrunched waiting for you to realize.

If by any chance you don’t, even if you don’t pick up his loud coughing and throat clearing, his endless blinking, his scrunched up face as he’s waiting for you to realize your mistake. He will tell you as soon as you leave the room. Just a cheeky little, “ah you see s/o. you are wrong. <333”

He loves his voice, he could listen to himself for hours and hours and hour and dear god narrator stop talking for a moment, we just want some peace and quiet for once please???

Don’t tell him that thought he will talk more just to piss you off, cause he can be a bitch sometimes.

When he’s not being a piece of shit to you he’s actually very sweet.

He’s quite romantic, stupid cheesy dinners, walks lit by moonlight as you stroll through the park, leading rose petal around your house on your anniversary to lead you to where he is wants you to go.

He’s very verbally affectionate, again, he loves his voice and you will to if he forces you too. But he doesn’t have to do that, you like his voice anyways, right?

But he also likes to give gifts, he knows just about everything about you. Dork your favorite foods to your favorite tv show that came out recently. He will give you little trinkets throughout the day and will bring home things that reminded him of you that he saw while you were out.

Again, he loves anything to do with his voice, want him to tell you something? Got it, he’ll say the longest explanation possible. Need him to read something to you? He knows how to do it as dramatically as possible, trying to get you to smile and laugh.

Hes also very physically affectionate, gentle kisses, snuggles and cuddles all day, holding you while he infodumps about the new thing he’s writing. He can seriously rant on and on about it as you lovingly look at him, offer him ideas and advice.

He has 2 modes: Him being a very deep sleeper, try to get him out of bed I dare you. Or if something important is going on, he will wake up at the crack of darn excited, getting everything ready, making sure he’s all nice and spiffy, all before you wake up. But then you wake up, don’t shower, throw on some random clothes, and you look almost as nice as him. How do you do it??

So we all know he likes to write, and although stories are his strong suit, he will defiantly be cheesy and stupid and write you a lovey dovey love letter for your birthday or anniversary. A letter explains all that he loves about you, how sweet and kind you are, how gorgeous he thinks you are, how thankful he is that you put up with him and his constant self-obsession over some things.

But he really is incredibly thankful. No one would be as sweet or as patient with him as you have been, and he’s so grateful for you, for your love, for the fact that he gets to love you at the same time, that it’s always reciprocated and he’s always appreciated and loved. He loves that you love him. Please don’t ever stop.

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#tsp #tsp narrator x reader #tsp narrator #tsp x reader #the stanely parable #the stanley parable #the Stanley parable ultra deluxe #tspud #tspud narrator #tspud narrator x reader #cas.txt #anonymous #ask

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scottishaccentsareawesome · 4 months

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OK this one's going out to @redfurrycat specifically. I just finished watching this movie, so I'm on a high, so bear with me....

"Sleepless in Seattle" IceMav AU

Bradley Bradshaw is eight years old. His biological father, Nick Bradshaw, passed away a year ago, leaving Bradley to be raised by his partner, Pete Mitchell.

Ever since Nick passed away, Pete has basically been a recluse. He raises Bradley the best he can, and goes to work, but he doesn't spend time with friends very much, and he definitely doesn't date.

Bradley is worried about his Uncle Pete, and believes he should move on and start dating again. But he doesn't know how to help his uncle get past his loneliness, so he does what he thinks is the most logical thing - and calls in to a psychiatrist's radio show for advice.

Tom Kazansky is halfway across the country, driving to his fiance's parents house for Christmas, when he hears Bradley calling in to Dr. Penny Benjamin's show on satellite radio. He is instantly charmed (and saddened) by this young child who wants so badly for his guardian to get out there and meet someone new, so he won't be lonely anymore.

After Bradley talks to Dr. Penny for a few minutes, Penny asks Bradley if he can put his uncle on the phone. Tom is floored by the cajones on this woman, and as he listens, he discovers that Pete Mitchell is too. The guy definitely doesn't sound appreciative of being asked about his personal life, on a radio show, by a complete stranger. But after a couple of minutes, Pete starts to open up about Nick, and how much he and Bradley miss him, and how much he loved him - and how these days, the best he can do is tell himself to get out of bed, and remind himself how to breathe, and hope that not all days will be as difficult as these ones have been.

Tom is in tears by the end of the segment. He is so moved by Pete and Bradley, and somehow so drawn to Pete, even though he'd only heard his voice. He doesn't know what he looks like, he doesn't know anything about him, except that he's recently widowed (why do they call it widowed if you're a widower? They should call it widowered, shouldn't they?), and that he's raising what sounds like really great kid.

In the days that follow the radio show, Pete receives thousands of letters and emails from people who want to date him. He thinks the whole idea is nuts and refuses to look at any of them, but Bradley pours through them, intent on finding a new love for Pete, and a new step-parent for himself.

Tom tries to go on with his regular life - his fiance, his job, his friends - but he cannot get Pete Mitchell out of his mind. Which is RIDICULOUS, because he lives hundreds of miles away, and damnit TOM IS ENGAGED!

...But somehow that doesn't stop Tom from looking up all he can about Pete Mitchell. He considers even going to his home address to meet him (you can find anything on the internet now...if you hack a few databases, it's so creepy!).

...In the end, despite his location, and his fiance, and the fact that everything could crash and burn in one foul swoop, Tom decides to send a letter.

He's inspired by his favourite romantic movie, An Affair to Remember. And after he tell Pete a few things about himself, he writes that he would love to meet him on top of the Empire State Building in New York City, on Valentine's Day.

A few days later, in Pete and Bradley's house, Bradley rushes into Pete's bedroom holding Tom's letter.

"This one!" Bradley exclaims. "Tom's the one I like!"

#top gun ficlet #top gun 1986 #sleepless in seattle #icemav au #icemav #maverick & bradley #past-maverick x goose #pete mitchell #tom kazansky #bradley bradshaw #nick bradshaw #penny benjamin

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cartmankisser · 1 year

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have you ever written general dating/nsfw hcs for the narrator from the stanley parable…??? if you haven’t…cough em’ up bc i need him SO badly. /j

okay more tsp 🤭 for being a literal voice, he’s so adorable

i didnt add any nsfw to this (sorry!!!!!) but you can request nsfw headcanons separately if you’d like :)

— one of the best things about dating the narrator would be his ability to create romantic and memorable experiences! he might surprise you with a romantic picnic in the park, or take you on a spontaneous road trip to see the stars! and he can be such a hopeless romantic, writing love letters for you and using big fancy words to tell you how much he loves you.

however, i feel like he could also be unpredictable and moody. he might suddenly switch from being charming and romantic to distant and aloof, leaving you wondering what you did wrong 😭,, he’s just a bit of a drama queen and he’ll be over it in fifteen minutes anyways

you would have to be comfortable with being in the spotlight, as the narrator can be quite theatrical and he just loves to perform. he might recite poetry to you in public, or make grand gestures that draw attention from those around you.

he can also be quite controlling at times,,, as he likes to be in charge of the situation. this can usually be both exhilarating and frustrating, as you might feel like you are being led on a journey without knowing where it will end up.

and i feel like he can also be quite intense at times, and might struggle with expressing his emotions in a healthy way. he might become jealous or possessive quite easily, and could have a tendency to overanalyze and overthink situations.

despite these potential issues, the narrator would always try to be honest and upfront with you about his feelings. He would see communication as a key component of any healthy relationship, and would encourage you to be open and honest with him as well!!

he would be an excellent listener, and would always be there to offer support and advice when you need it. he would be able to see things from your perspective and would try to understand your feelings and motivations.

i feel like he would be super attentive to your needs and desires, and would go out of his way to make you feel special and appreciated! this could include things like giving you your favorite snacks, surprising you with thoughtful gifts, or taking you on extravagant dates!

overall though, dating the narrator would be a rollercoaster of emotions and experiences. you would have to be prepared for the unexpected, and be willing to take a chance on someone who isn’t like anyone else you have ever met. it would be a complex and challenging experience, but one that would be filled with love, passion, and commitment! he would always keep you on your toes, and would never let things become dull or routine.

#tsp x reader #the stanley parable x reader #tspud x reader #the narrator x reader #narrator x reader

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could we please get a part 2 to revenge with feysand? maybe one where they’re at the nightcourt snd someone calls her ruthless murderer and she hates it. She leaves her throne and goes back to velaris where she’s crying and cassian finds her and comforts her. Bc he also killed everyone in his camp too after finding out his old camp killed his mother. He gives her advice and how to move on. Ever since that day she refuses to talk about it with anyone but cassian. The inner circle are careful around her bc they don’t want to bring up something painful which makes her irritated and she says she’s not made out of glass. They finally go back to how it was and she does every report/paperwork about the incident bc she doesn’t want her mates to worry and stress about the political part. She eventually heals from it and moves on. One day she goes back and finds the women living there by themselves. They thank her for removing the abusive males and claim they are much happier and have much more freedom. Reader goes there and trains them so they’re not defenseless. She also gets rhysand to wars the camp against anyone who wants to harm them. The village eventually becomes the biggest all-female camp in illyria where females can go to train and live in peace. Reader is happy for them, she’s also very respected. She vows to always visit to help them with anything they need. Feysand are so proud of her for turning her old abusive camp to an all female haven.

Aftermath Feysand x Female Reader

In the weeks following the incident at the camp, you had tried your best to come to terms with what you had done. You were sitting at your desk in the river house. After the backlash and borderline threatening letters you had received, you decided it was best if you remained in Velaris for a while. You refused to worry your mates over the letters because it would only make things worse in the long run.

You were staring at the blank report forms in front of you, willing yourself to fill them out. You kept putting your pen to the paper but couldn't bring yourself to write. A soft knock offered an appreciated distraction as you called for them to answer. Rhys and Feyre walked into the room and sat across from you. You buried the reports under some other papers so they wouldn't press you.

"This can't be good if both of you had to come in." You say nervously. "We need to go to Hewn City day after tomorrow." Rhys states plainly. "I'll be sure to be ready." You say as you try to remain calm. "What we came to tell you was you don't have to attend if you don't want to." Feyre says softly. "I can't hide out in here forever. Besides, you'll be there, which will help." You respond nervously, "unless you don't want me there after everything that's happened."

"Love, of course we want you there. We just wanted you to know you could do whatever made you comfortable." Rhys says. "We support you in whatever you decide." Feyre says. "I'm going with you. It's time I quit hiding." You say. "We'll be leaving in the morning then." Rhys informs you before standing along with Feyre. "I've got a meeting with Cass and Az." Rhys says as he embraces you before walking to his office.

"Are you sure you're ready?" Feyre asks as she moves to the couch with you. "As ready as I'll ever be." You answer. "Just focus on yourself, and if you want to leave at any point, don't hesitate." She says as she rubs soothing circles along your back. "I'll be fine, please don't worry about me. You and Rhys have been so supportive and understanding through all of this." You tell her. "You're our mate. We're here for you whenever you need us." She says with a smile.

"Well, I'll let you get back to work." Feyre says before standing to leave. "Thank you for everything." You tell her. "Anytime." She says before walking out and closing your door. You sink back into your desk chair and pull out the paperwork for the seemingly hundredth time.

The next day went by quickly, and before you knew it, it was time to leave for Hewn City. Once you arrived with the rest of the inner circle, your nerves started getting the better of you. You could feel the stares and hear the hushed whispers of what you'd done. You take your throne with Rhys in the middle and Feyre on the other side of him.

As he starts addressing the court, you continue to hear them muttering about you. Your heart rate picks up as the anxiety sets in. You can feel Rhys and Feyre trying to help you through the bond. You suddenly hear someone say, "What gives you the right to criticize us when you allowed your mate to be a ruthless killer with no consequences?""

Rhys and Feyre both turn cold at the outburst. Before Rhys can react, you move from your throne and fleeing the room. Once you're alone, you winnow to the house of wind. Cassian gives a nod to Rhys before following behind you. He checks the river house and the townhouse before searching the house of wind. He finds your room empty and then checks Rhys and Feyre's also empty. He's about to call out to you when he passes the steps and sees the door ajar.

He starts walking down the steps, his steps being loud enough so he doesn't startle you. After a few hundred steps, he finds you sitting on the step with your knees pulled up to your chest. "They're right about me, you know." You say as you hear him approach. "I murdered them in cold blood." Cassian sits beside you, not saying a word. "I thought I would feel different afterward, like I would finally be free from all of it somehow." He wraps an arm around you as you start to cry.

He holds you as you cry, "I killed an Illyrian camp for my mother." He says, causing you to stop. "Azriel and Rhys helped me. That's why Rhys understands why you did it so well." He continues as he gently rubs soothing circles on your back. "He never told me." You say quietly. "He doesn't think it's his story to tell." Cass answers. "I spared the women and children as they were victims themselves." He says quietly. "Is that how you see me? As a victim?" You ask, nervous of his answer.

"No, I see you as a survivor and a fighter." He says, "I know you have a good heart because I've seen it." You lean against him in silence for a few moments, letting his words sink in. "I'm sorry you had to be the one to come check on me." You say softly, breaking the silence. "I wanted to come check on you because I know what you're going through. I want you to know you can always talk to me about it." He tells you.

"Did Rhys ever tell you what I had done?" You ask. "No, and he won't because it's your story and you decide who hears it." Cassian says. "Do you want to know?" You ask. "That depends. Do you want to tell me because you think talking might help, or are you feeling obligated to tell me?" He answers. "I think talking would help, but there's more to the story Rhys and Feyre don't know, and I want to keep it that way."

"My lips are sealed." Cassian says, but before you start, can we go somewhere more comfortable? These stairs are killing me." He says before helping you up. "On one condition." You say, "I don't want Rhys or Feyre to interrupt us and have them overhear things I don't want them to know." Cass wasn't thrilled about keeping things from Rhys and Feyre, but he was willing to if it would help you heal.

After letting Rhys know he found you and wanted some privacy, the two of you relocated to the private library. Once seated, you hesitantly started telling Cass, and with time, it became easier. He didn't try to offer advice or judgement he just sat and listened, holding you when you became overwhelmed and emotional. Offering you tissues before you continued. By the end of it, you finally felt like some of the weight had been lifted.

After thanking Cassian for everything, you decided to get cleaned up before heading back to the river house. Cassian offered to fly you home since you were drained from the day. He assured you that you could talk to him whenever you needed or wanted to. He said goodbye on the sidewalk before returning to the house of wind.

You walked inside as Feyre called that supper was ready. You make your way into the dining room and take your seat. "I want to apologize for today and just leaving like that." You say as dishes start getting passed around. "No need to apologize, especially for taking care of yourself." Rhys says as understanding travels along the bond.

"How did it go with Cassian?" Feyre asks gently. "Good, I actually feel a little better." You say almost feeling guilty. "That's good, I'm glad you found someone to talk to." Rhys says, trying to ease your mind. "Even though that someone isn't either of you?" You ask. "Yes, it only makes sense that Cassian would be easier for you to confide in given the circumstances." He answers softly. The rest of the dinner is spent catching you up on what you missed.

Over the next few weeks, you continue to talk to Cassian as he helps you work through what you're feeling. You even manage to fill out all the reports and paperwork and give them to Rhys so the political aspect of it can finally be put behind you. You finally get the inner circle to start treating you how they did prior to the camp incident. As your life slowly returns to normal, you find yourself wondering what happened to the women and children you told to take shelter elsewhere.

As you finish training with Rhys in the morning you tell him you've got something you need to do and will probably be home late. "Care to share what that something is?" He asks as you feel him against your shields. "I'll tell you tonight." You say giving him a soft kiss. "Promise you'll be safe?" He asks. "Of course." You answer. "As safe as I can be." He rubs the back of his neck, contemplating your words. "That doesn't sound very reassuring, but I trust you." He says before you depart and go seperate ways.

You anxiously winnow to the Illyrian camp, expecting to find it empty. Instead, you find it filled with women and children. You're surprised when you don't see any males around except for some children. "You!" Someone practically yells behind you, causing you to flinch and brace for the snide comments. "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you." The woman says as she walks up to you.

"Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Quinn." She states as she holds out her hand to you. "Pleasure to meet you." You respond as you shake her hand. "I'm so glad you're here, I was starting to think I'd never get a chance to thank you." She says genuinely. "Thank me for what?" You ask, confused.

"For essentially freeing us from those males and giving us a chance to thrive." She says like it's the most obvious thing in the world. "You're the only person to thank me." You tell her as you look around. "We all have a fresh start here, thanks to you." She continues. "Of course, there are a few males that still visit and try to make trouble for us. But so far, we've been able to handle it on our own." She says, pointing out the training rings being occupied by women training the best they can with what they have.

"Would you mind giving me a tour? I hate to impose, though, so if nows not a good time, I understand." You tell her. "Now is perfect." She starts guiding you through the camp, pointing out various areas and explaining different things. You notice the improvements they've made and how every femal gives you a smile and a nod as they go about their day. As the tour wraps up, you thank Quinn for her time. "Would you allow me to bring Feyre and Rhysand here to see this?"

"The three of you are always welcome, along with anyone else from the inner circle." She tells you with a smile. "Thank you again." You tell her before strolling through the camp on your own, watching the kids run around playing freely. You notice how much more peaceful and genuinely happy everyone seems. You make casual conversations with a few more of the women before winnowing home.

You walk into the river house calling for Feyre and Rhys. They come out of the office and you ask them into the living room. Once you're all seated, you suddenly become nervous. "I went back to the camp today." You admit, carefully looking between your two mates for their reaction. You notice Feyre's worried expression, and Rhys stiffens. "I would like to give the women living there better training equipment. And I have a specific request of you Rhys." You tell them.

"I would like for you to use wards to protect those living in the camp from Illyrian warriors who have been causing them some trouble." You tell him while fidgeting with your shirt. "I'd like to see this camp for myself beforehand." He says, giving you a comforting smile. "Of course, they'd be happy to welcome you and Feyre, along with anyone else from the inner circle." You say excitedly. It's the most emotion you've shown in a while besides worry and tears.

"I was thinking maybe I could help with their training? If they want me to, that is." You tell they, worried how they'll react. "I think that's a wonderful idea." Feyre says, causing you to release a breath you didn't realize you were holding. "I want Cassian to go with you for the first few times just to make sure there isn't any trouble." Rhys says. "With that condition, you have my blessing." You can't help but smile. "Thank you both so much. You've been so supportive and understanding through all of this, and I truly appreciate it." You say.

Several months after the visit to the camp with Rhys and Feyre, it's flourishing. It's become a save haven for female Illyrians and is heavily warded to protect them. You've seen it go from a war camp to a village and couldn't be prouder of the strong women living there. Your most recent visit with your mates was a memorable one as they looked at you with such amazement because you helped make it possible.

#acotar #batboys #sarah j maas #acotar fanfic #acotar fic #feysand x reader #cassian acotar

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lorei-writes · 3 months

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There is not a thing Lord Kenshin cannot do better than Oda Nobunaga and his pawns. ~ Naoe Kanetsugu

Have you ever sought love advice from those much more experienced than you? No?

Too bad. Now you have no excuse not to.

Dear Readers of Kasugayama Times, we present you with Art of Love, the limited edition column written by our cupids: Tiger of Kai and GOOD OF WAR (Editorial Note: Lord Kenshin makes no errors).

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Dear advisors, Please, tell me how I can tame a dragon? 😉 Lots of love ❤️ - An anonymous kitten

As answered by one of the superior advisors of Kasaguyama Times:

Dear Angel,

Any dragon that must be caught and tamed is not worthy of you. A man, woman, or beast that is unable to recognize your value or does not appreciate your honest affection and love is a creature that may bring misery into your life.

Having said that, I recognize that it is human nature to value that which we must work to achieve. If this dragon has proved difficult to tame, I understand that in turn makes you want it more. Ask yourself, do you want this tamed dragon in your life, or is it only the fact that you are not able to tame it that tempts you?

If this dragon has indeed captured your heart, Angel, then you already love the beast as it is, untamed. And by logic, then, should you tame this dragon, will it still be the beast that you originally loved?

What I suspect you are actually asking is, “how do I get a wild creature to let me into its life?”

Wild creatures are wary of strangers and while they may be curious about something new and exciting, it is the enduring familiarity that will allow them to become accepting of your presence. Be open to the dragon, let it learn and see what is already wonderful about you and it will discover that it wants you around.

If it has the bad taste not to appreciate an open and loving heart, might I point out that tigers are extremely appreciative of Angels and already know how to worship them.

Very best of luck to you, Angel.

The Tiger of Kai

By the order of Lord Kenshin, send in your heartache for slaughter. [Lord Kanetsugu, that’s rather extreme… Just tell them not to be shy. ~Moderately Awesome Ninja] [Lord Shingen, If you really want to take on this extra work, then give advice, don’t use it as a new way to flirt! Especially with weird people like this letter writer… Who wants an untamed beast as a lover? It would be like dating a wild boar.]

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pixelblaze · 1 year

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Hello! I love your writing and was wondering if you would be able to do some general headcanons about what it’d be like to be married to Claude? Maybe with some angst sprinkled in, if you can? Thank you for your time!

Yes I can! Thank you for the request!

-Claude von Riegan as a husband-

-A very devoted and loyal husband, will love you til the end of time.

-That being said, he’s also a very very busy man. Often away for diplomatic meetings and councils.

-So his love languages are mainly gifts and acts of service, quality time is rare but he’ll do his best to make it happen.

-You usually receive letters from him, and gifts of jewelry or other trinkets from wherever he’s currently visiting on diplomatic business.

-When you do get to spend time together, he’s very sweet.

-A big fan of physical affection. Hugs and hair ruffling and the like. It’s how he shows his love for you.

-He loves to just sit and listen to you talk about your day, especially because he hardly gets to spend any time with you, and it’s important for him to know how you’re doing.

-He loves taking you on romantic evening wyvern flights. It’s a great way for him to blow off some steam AND spend some time with you!

-Romantic strolls through the palace gardens are another great way to spend time with him.

-He seriously does his best to squeeze you into his schedule at every available opportunity. Even if it’s him just quickly stopping by to say hi on his way to his next meeting.

-He loves to playfully tease you. It’s all in good fun and he never means any harm by it.

-He takes you on diplomatic missions whenever he can. Having you by his side brings him a sort of peace and calmness that he needs.

-He always appreciates your inputs when it comes to his diplomatic affairs. You’re his soundboard, and he appreciates your advice and fresh perspective. You keep him grounded.

-Anniversaries are seriously important to him, and he always does everything in his power to make it on time to celebrate your anniversary together. If he knows he can’t, he writes you the longest, sweetest apology letter and sends you multiple gifts, promising to make it up to you next year.

-It hurts, but you understand that he’s not choosing work over you, he’s just doing what he has to do.

-He never wants you to feel like work is more important than you, but sometimes that’s how it seems. He really tries to make things right with you when he neglects you for work.

-He wants to raise a family with you. He really really does. But he’s just…too busy. At least right now. But I imagine he’d be a wonderful, but a super busy father.

-The two of you don’t really fight, but when you do…

-It’s typically about his work schedule, how he’s overworking himself, how he’s obsessed with work-

-We’re talking him getting up at three in the morning to prepare his speeches and get himself ready for the day.

-He comes home exhausted, and you feel so bad for him. It’s not fair he has to work himself THIS hard, he deserves a break.

-And he gets where you’re coming from. He really does. But he HAS to work himself as hard as he does or nothing will get done!

-He gives you lots of empty promises about how he’s going to work himself a little less hard, and that he’ll take more breaks.

-You agree to disagree about his work schedule.

-He gets back to working on his speech, and you go back to bed.

-He does feel bad about it though. He knows what you’re saying comes from a place of love, and he’ll leave you some flowers and an apology note on your bedside drawer before he leaves for work that day, thanking you for doing your best and being so patient with him.

-He really does appreciate your patience and kindness, and someday he intends to repay that in full.

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I have a few characters who's names are in the "hard to pronounce" or otherwise "hard to remember" category. I made them when I was 15 so I realize they are in need of a change. However, their names have just kinda stuck for years and years now that I'm not sure how I can even think to picture them with another name let alone one that fits. Especially since this will be a comic so character design and personality will be shown. Any advice on breaking that clinging bond and embracing the changes?

Changing Hard to Pronounce Character Names

FYI, I got your resubmitted ask and your question came up for answering today. It came in on 1/18, not 1/8, so it has only been ten days since you sent it, and only about six days elapsed between when you sent the question and when you asked when it would be answered. I get multiple asks per day... far more than I can answer in one day... and many of the asks I get are long and involved so I may only get to one or two questions in a day. For that reason, it generally takes me at least a week to answer questions, usually about ten days, and sometimes two or three weeks when it's really busy. I really appreciate patience.

For the names... I would suggest doing a brainstorming session on each name to see if you can come up with alternatives that are similar but easier to read/pronounce. Sometimes you can look at a name and figure out what it is you like about it... maybe you like the letter it starts with or ends with, or you like a combination of letters. You may be able to find alternatives with similar vibes.

Baby name websites are so, so helpful for this. Nameberry is a favorite of mine. You can also Google lists of baby names, like "unusual baby names" or "baby names that begin with the letter Y." If the names have a particular language vibe, like they're French names or Spanish names or sound like it, you can look for lists of French or Spanish names specifically for ideas.

Sometimes you can simplify a name just by removing some letters, changing some letters, or using a phonetic spelling. So, let's say one of your characters is named Dahniqyelle which you're imagining is pronounced as "don-ick-ielle." You could try Dahnikielle, Doniqiell, or Dahnikielle.

Another option would be to come up with a nickname and use that as the name rather than the full name. So, maybe you imagine Dahniqyelle's nickname would be Dahniq. That's a much easier word to pronounce. Or, maybe you imagine their nickname is Niqi. That's much easier to say, too.

Finally, you can look for a name that sounds similar but is more common or easier to pronounce. A good replacement for Dahniqyelle would be Danica or Danika.

Here are some other posts about naming characters that might help:

Guide: Naming Characters Choosing the Right Name for Your Character Coming Up with a Character Specific Nickname Unusual Character Names in Contemporary Story

I hope something here will work for you!

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𝐀𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐖𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐌𝐞 - 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟕

Summary: Being with Aemond is unpredictable, you never know what he has in store for you. But no one could have foreseen what was coming.

Warning: smut, possessive behaviour, angst of course.

A/N: It has been two pleasing chapters (I hope) in a row. Enjoy it while you can *evil laugh* Masterlist (Part 26 - Part 28)

When Aemond was not there, your mother was more keen on being a motherly nuisance to you than when he was present and gave you pieces of advice about motherhood that you considered unnecessary. You were doing fine on your own, even if you appreciated the concern.

However, you could not deny that she was the very image of the caring grandmother in love with her first grandchildren, an image that you thought endearing, but you resented the way she wanted to drag Naerys around to be proudly shown to every soul in the castle. You told yourself that if she had been born in King’s Landing, it would've been worse than that, having to present her to the royal families and all the Lords and Ladies, but you still felt uneasy at letting her out of your sight, Lady Melara smiling at her like if she was her own.

But your mother’s agitated behaviour had almost disappeared since you had repeated to her what Aemond told you before leaving: the Tarbecks would be invited to take the River Road instead of the Gold Road, hence avoiding Deep Den, as per request of their Prince, and Lord Lydden would be warned as well of the changements. He had also assured you that should it not be enough, he would go to Tarbeck Hall himself.

One of the things that pleased you the most was that since you had recovered, your brother Amory appeared to be more joyful, even with the absence of your Lord father, inviting you to watch his training and archery sessions at times, and promising to teach you one day, when he would be better at it. It was nice to see.

But the days were long, and you found yourself dreaming that Deep Den was closer to King’s Landing so you could visit your husband as well as your father when you desired without suffering days and days of riding. You surprised yourself in wishing to have a dragon on your own in order to travel as easily as Aemond could. But you were forever deprived of it and doomed to wait for any news or raven that would come from the capital, and you consoled yourself in the fact that at least you and your daughter, along with your brother and mother were safe. For now.

One rainy day you were in your chamber, the letter you had just finished writing put aside on the table and now concentrated on the very complicated motif you tried to sew on your brother’s cloak, as a gift for his next name day.

You did not hear the door open and Aemond enter. His soft greeting had you jump in surprise but it was overcome by the gladness you felt in seeing him, although drenched from the rain. But he seemed to be in a fouler mood than he had been at his previous arrival, his smile barely reaching his cheekbones as he asked after your health.

“Where is Naerys?” he asked after that, looking at the empty crib.

“My mother has her. She would spend every minute of the day with her if she could.”

“Mh.” he said, looking at the doors as if hesitating to go fetch his daughter this instant. “She is not the one that has to put up with the nightly tantrums for sure.”

You would have laughed, but his flat tone made you think twice, rather taking the safer option and only looking at his wet state. You had to tread lightly, unsure of what had him so grumpy looking.

“And how is your own mother?” you inquired. Maybe it would unlock whatever Aemond had on his heart.

“Much better, but not yet enough to travel to Oldtown like we plan her to,” he replied, discarding his effects on the table next to your work, and your heart began to panic, seeing the letters next to it. “She asks about Naerys all the time. She longs to meet her.”

“I’m afraid it won’t be any time soon,” you replied in a regretful tone as you discreetly put the parchments that would certainly not improve his mood away, hiding it from view. “Unless she visits here, of course. She would be welcomed, Deep Den is much closer than the Citadel…”

“Or you could come with me,” he stated, his expression a little warmer as he approached you. You sighed in relief when the letters were safely put under the cloak.

“You mean, on dragonback?”

“Yes. You could come back with me, you could see your father again.”

“Are you saying that you would put our daughter on Vhagar at only a few weeks old?” you asked, not sure about the extravagant idea.

“Why not? My grandmother Alyssa made my father ride with her on Meleys when he was only nine days old. It would not be unheard of.”

“But it would be very dangerous,” you pointed out, watching how his eye twitched at your refusal, but he reached for your hair nonetheless in a gentle manner, putting them aside.

“Nothing bad ever happened to anyone who rode with me on Vhagar. All of the passengers’ safety were always guaranteed, especially the ladies’,” he argued with a malicious eye.

You turned your look away, not wishing to remember the ride he had taken with Cassandra Baratheon back when you were at Storm’s End. Aemond seemed to pick up on your jealousy and smiled a bit.

“It is only because the people accompanying you were adults, old enough to hold on to something if they ever fell off.”

“You never fell off.”

“Yes well-” you tried to find your words. “It was not thanks to Vhagar!”

“I would have caught you.”

His words made you look at him, meeting his sweet smile that was too beautiful for the world and the dampness of his skin making him look ethereal.

“You are dripping on my carpet,” you remarked, and he gave you a sly smile.

“Then you should undress me and get rid of my very wet clothes,” he replied simply.

You bit your lips, considering it for the briefest moment before walking shamelessly away from him, going to your vanity and grabbing your hairbrush.

“You are old enough to undress yourself, I believe,” you replied, amused and willing to play this game if it allowed him to be better inclined and bring him away from the table at the same time.

Aemond let out a groan, taking off his eyepatch and coming to join you. “Do you know who I find to be as frustrating as you?”

You shook your head, looking at your reflection in the mirror as you tried to put your locks in place on your head, Aemond’s face right over your shoulder.

“Your father,” he finally said.

You frowned. “Why? What did he do?” you inquired, eager to learn more and now wondering if your kin was the source of Aemond’s previous bad mood.

“He had made quite the argument to the council in order to delay the attack I wanted, rather encouraging to pass an agreement with the enemy. He can be quite the pain in-” Aemond cleared his throat. “He can be as stubborn as you when it comes to striking deals and choosing diplomacy. He had earned the respect of my great-cousin, and now I have two great men to argue against.”

His arms snaked around you and he nuzzled his nose in the crook of your neck, taking in your scent.

“I am sorry that my father is trying to avoid bloodshed,” you said matter-of-factly. “And my stubbornness is nothing compared to yours.”

He brushed his nose behind your earlobe, his wet clothes against your back making you shiver. “I beg to differ.”

You let him win this argument as you struggled not to shiver again. You told yourself that it was from the sensation of his clothes against you, not from something else.

“How are you not cold?” you said in scolding astonishment.

“I have the blood of the dragon, I hardly get cold,” he stated as if it was obvious. “You should be acquainted with it by now.”

Indeed, he always felt divinely warm, and you feared that you would never have enough. Nonetheless, where your face could feel the heat where his face connected to the side of yours, the back of your body could not.

“By the gods, fine!”

You turned around and began unclasping the brooches that held his cloak together. You always marvelled at the complicated designs of it, suited for none other than royalty. Aemond did not even bother to hide his smile when your hands roamed on his chest to take his vest off, his arms still firmly around you.

“Stop that,” you said.

“Stop what?”

“Acting like you got what you want. I am only doing this because I do not want you to be ill or infect our daughter.”

He hummed. “I thought it was because I was dripping all over your precious carpet.”

“There is that as well,” you replied, pushing his now curling locks away in order to rid him of his shirt, his last layer. “You are lucky I had a fire lit earlier.”

“I do not need a fire either,” he stated, gazing intensely at you.

You sighed at his stubbornness as you brought his clothes over to the said fire to let them dry on the back of a seat.

“Do you still have that dornish dress? The black one,” you heard him ask.

You turned around to be met with the sight of wet and bare chest Aemond still standing where you had left him, with the only difference that he had grabbed one of your cloth and was using it to drain his hair absent-mindedly from the rain. You froze for a minute, both from the sight and from your thinking.

“I don’t. Though if I remember rightly, you told me that you would buy me more.”

“Then this is clearly a mistake on my part.” he replied, giving your body a look over.

You shook your head at his obvious playfulness, unable to hide your own smile. Your current red and golden gown was fine, and you liked it because it did not squeeze your chest as much as the others, allowing you to tend to Naerys much more easily this way. You walked up to the table with the intention to get the cloak with the letters underneath, to put it away from reach and not lay around for Aemond to discover. He spoke again:

“Are you not going to finish what you have begun?”

Your gaze remained on the embroideries in your hand, thinking about a plan to appear nonchalant.

“If you mean the sewing, I very much intend to,” you announced smartly. “If you mean undressing you, as I said, you are old enough to do that yourself.”

Aemond groaned at that, making you smile, but he was too far to see it. Instead you heard him walk toward you again and you let the cloak fall on the table once more at his approach.

“I have a gift for you.”

It made you look up. This was unexpected from Aemond, even though you two were married. You slowly turned to him to meet his now serious expression, cautious about his thoughtfulness.

“What for?”

He gave you a dismayed look.

“Because I want to Y/N. I do not need a reason,” he said with an obvious tone. “But I can keep it if you don’t want it.”

“No!” you cried out, suddenly regretting your suspicions. “I… want it of course. What is it?”

You saw his lips quirk a little at the glow appearing in your eyes.

“Turn around.”

You gave him a confused look before doing as asked, pivoting on yourself to present your back at him. You saw something jiggle before your eyes and a necklace delicately be laid on your collarbone, the icy metal sinking into your skin.

“This was my grandmother’s,' he explained. “I had the gemstone replaced."

The delicate sapphire that glowed in the middle of the pendant was ornated by tiny little ambers, making the stones look like the sea at sunset, and the chain links were silver, thin enough so it would not feel heavy on your neck. It was absolutely stunning.

Your parted lips said nothing, watching the jewel between your fingers, admiring it with awe as Aemond clasped it in the back of your neck. You turned around to face him again.

“I... don’t know what to say.”

He reached for the pendant, grazing his thumb against it as his eye lazily watched the glow of the sapphire.

“You had not worn this sort of jewellery since our wedding. And this is a shame to let that pretty neck of yours this bare of the finest there is. The best for the prettiest of them all.”

You blushed, but Aemond’s gaze was too entranced by the way your skin went so accordingly with his gift to notice. His proximity and the manner in which he intensely looked at you made something in you shift. You bit your lips, the motion not going unnoticed by Aemond this time who looked up at them, then to your eyes.

“Is something the matter?” he asked, a sly smile on his face, convinced that you might yield to his teasing very soon. “You don’t like it?”

You tried to ignore how the atmosphere thickened and the way your stomach seemed to fill with something akin to fire at his teasing voice.

“No! I really do. It’s beautiful,” you assured, lowering your gaze to the said object again where his hand still laid.

Something flickered in his eye, and he seemed to ponder something for a moment before changing his mind, pouting.

“Mh,” he let go of the necklace slowly to let his hands slide down to your waist, eye following the movement. “What is that?” he suddenly asked, and you froze.

His gaze was now on the table, where you knew your letter was, not very well hidden. You tried to remain as casual as you could. “Correspondence.”

You wrapped your fingers around his wrists gently but he was faster and reached for the letters. “I thought you were supposed to lay low. Who are you writing to?”

“Only… some friends of mine. The letters won’t do any harm,” you tried, seeing him frown as he took one that did not bear your writing. It was about to become ugly.

“Is this some kind of jest? Why is the Vance boy writing to you?!”

Looking back at you, he seemed genuinely lost, irritably lost.

“He was… the one to help me sneak out of Bitterbridge, so I thought that I would thank him, it’s only nat-”

“He was there? With Ulf?” his nostrils began to flare in unsuppressed anger. “With you?”

You swallowed, but you were certain that you would manage to calm his anger this time, to make him see reason. Gone was his sweet smile.

“Without him Ser Sterron would have never been able to get to me. He relayed a message, nothing more. He was there by the request of Lord Ormund.”

Aemond quickly browsed over the other parchments before throwing Addam’s letter away. He pulled away from you and took a few steps around the room to steel himself.

“We have never talked about Bitterbridge because I have heard enough from others and that we both know that I would not be able to control myself completely if we did, and also because I trust you. And now I learn that the boy had crossed your path. Again. And you didn’t even mention it.”

“Aemond calm yourself,” you said, repeating the words he had said to you nights ago. “There is no need to be mad about it. I did no mention of it because nothing of significance happened regarding him, I had other troubles at the time...”

“Do not tell me to be calm,” his voice firm, intimidating. “I did not forget. I did not forget that he had intended to marry you once. He had courted you. Right under my nose, the cun-”

“Aemond, I am married to you. It is only a letter,” you said softly. You had found long ago that keeping your composure would appease Aemond faster.

“I am sure the little bastard had in his mind to steal you from me, as Ulf did. I’m sure he thought he could do the same.”

The foul mood he had arrived with was back, and tenfold. His furious pacing around the room prevented you from going to him. “I will ask you, and I want you to be honest. How much did Ulf take from you? How much did Addam ask of you? Ulf may be dead, but I still can take care of the Vance Lord.”

You gave him a bewildered look, hurt by what he had asked and the way he had asked it, tears crippling at the rim of your eyes.

“Addam did nothing, asked nothing of me,” you said as firmly as you could, bracing for the next words. “And Ulf… he kept me close, threatened me, but it was all words. He wanted to wait, to be sure. Nothing happened.”

Aemond standing steps away from you, came to a stop to watch your distressed state, clenched fists at his side. A pan of guilt passed on his face.

“I am so sorry I was away,” he admitted, coming to you and brushing a falling tear away on your cheek. “I was so afraid for you, I don’t know what I would’ve done if...”

“I know. I know that Aemond just... don’t be mad. I am yours, only yours,” you assured, overwhelmed by the way your face felt numb under his touch.

“Yes, you are. Only mine.”

His pained expression was gone, replaced by something resembling his previous fury, but in an entirely different way. His whole being was now determined to show you how much you meant to him, so much that his words sounded almost menacing, along with his demeanour. You refrained a little whine when he kissed you fervently.

His mouth was all over you in the next second, and his hands did not even bother to be gentle, instead grabbing onto your hips roughly and you could already feel his growing hardness. You did not recall the last time where you had both been this much frenzied.

“Aemond-” you managed to breathe out between two lathering of his tongue, but he shushed you and silenced you again with his mouth, reaching for the fabric of your skirts and lifting it as if it was nothing but air.

He took his time caressing your thighs, the softness of your skin making his blood lit ablaze as he put his hand behind your knee to bend it, forcing you to straddle him with a yelp from your lips. He was carrying you so effortlessly that you thought you were flying, your hands digging into his shoulder to keep levelling with him. You felt bad for feeling so aroused.

“Aemond-” you tried again.

“Did they think of you this way? All pretty and malleable with your swollen belly?” he seethed, holding you firmly as he nibbled at the length of your neck, making you sigh. “Did they dream of fucking you with these nice tits of yours while my unborn child was inside of you? To claim you as theirs?”

You shivered, not very attracted by the thought at all, but the way he was saying those words made you feel a certain way, opposite to what the implication of his words should make you feel, his voice, full of envy and jealousy rendering it so appealing to you.

“Only you can claim me this way Aemond. Only you.” You panted, feeling his teeth dig into your flesh where your necklace laid.

“You are absolutely right, my Lady,” he said, and you were thrown onto the mattress, his bare chest over you as he kissed you again, sucking on your lips as you tried to regain some semblance of good sense in your very dizzy state.

“Aemond, you know I cannot- that we cannot. Not yet.” You panted again, your insides weeping at the meaning of your own words.

He growled in frustration into your neck, your gown already halfway down your chest as he reached to take hold of your throat sweetly, licking his lips.

“Right… I almost forgot… But it does not mean that we cannot have a little fun, don't we?” he said, but you only gave him a confused look.

His hair was tickling your chest, and the remaining damp layer over his strong thigh was pressed against your lower parts, but it soon departed as Aemond gave you a burning look and slid one hand under the fabric of your dress.

“Wh-!” you arched your back, feeling his finger touch the heat between your legs. You tried to regain your breathing. “Did you somehow gain the silver chain at the Citadel for you to be certain that you can do things like this?” you asked.

“No, but I know what would be good for my wife, and what would not. And trust me, you will definitely be feeling good. Very good,” he promised you, and you believed him when he started to trace small circles on your swollen knob. “Seven hells, have you ever been so wet? I should have seen this coming a while ago. It looks delicious.”

You let out a whine that made Aemond chuckle as he continued his assault with his mouth on your collarbone and your now discovered chest. You marvelled at how much he loved your neck, and you were certain that beside the necklace he had given you, many more traces of his generosity were now marking your skin as his free hand squeezed your throat ever so slightly.

“Aemond…” you said once more, and you knew it would not be the last.

“So sweet, my love. And only mine,” he whispered huskily, now taking care of your breasts, his fingers still stroking you below him. “So plump, so gorgeous.”

In your peaceful time in Deep Den with Aemond, you had often seen his eye linger at your breasts when in bed with him or when you had just finished feeding Naerys. It was the same look he gave you when sometimes you were brushing your hair, the action revealing your neck or when you had to lift your dress to walk and let your ankles appear without your notice.

He stopped his motion with a low huff, and proceeded to take off your gown all the way down impatiently, as if furious with the fabric. It allowed you to briefly glance at his pants and you wondered how he did not complain about the tightness of it.

“How does it feel, my Lady?” he asked hotly when he resumed his movements between your legs, now kissing your navel.

“It feels... really good.”

Your lungs were on fire, but in a good way and you were stunned at how much you had been so easily handled, your release feeling deliciously close already.

“You have been really patient. You deserve what I am giving you, don’t you agree? As the perfect little wife you are,” he praised, lifting one of your legs over his shoulder and kissing the inside of your thigh. “Giving me everything I ever desired, doing what I ask, and screaming the exact way I want you to, my name in your pretty mouth.”

Your moans were messy, and you worried that you might be heard outside. You could not stare away from his handsome and arrogant face of his as he achingly licked the skin of both your thighs, caressing your legs before flattening his mouth to your folds, and you did exactly as he had said.

“By the Maiden Aemond-!” you screamed out, heart strongly bumping into your chest. He sucked at your bud with ease, lightening your belly with fire and letting you wanting for more. You let out a frustrated wail when you remembered that you would not have him whole tonight.

“Yes,” he seethed, hot breath on your insides. “Say my name again.”

You tried but his name was drowned in a breathy moan and after a while of not hearing you say anything he growled, the action making your core vibrate, and he pulled away.

“Disobeying me? Or did you lose the ability to talk? Should I let you rest for a moment for you to find your words?” he asked menacingly, readjusting himself between your legs.

“Please Aemond... do not stop.”

“Beg me again.”

“Aemond I beg you, please, this is so good.”

It astonished you how far gone you were. But it was Aemond. Your Aemond. Being this surprised was pointless.

You felt him hum satisfyingly next to your sensible part and dive into your wetness again. You were close and he felt it, his tongue expertly lapping at you and the scream you made at his movement got you flustered, for surely the whole tower would hear it.

But your screams pleased Aemond, and when you finally came undone, convulsing on the bed with his head between your legs, he took a minute to properly lick you clean, making you whimper more at your oversensitivity before giving you a triumphant look. You felt mellow as he crept over your body again, taking your nipples in his mouth and tasting them gently. He had taken off his trousers without you noticing, his erection very evident.

“That was like music, love,” he told you as he pressed your deliciously painful breasts, making you swallow with difficulty, struggling to catch your breath again. “Will you be good enough to please me now?” he whispered.

You weren’t sure of what it implied exactly, but you trusted him. He looked at you expectantly, his finger tracing your jaw and down your neck, and you shyly nodded.

“Good, very good. You will like this.”

He lifted himself and you moved to do the same, certain that whatever you were about to do would at least have you sitting but he told you to lay still as he straddled you, bringing his reddened length to your chest.

You suddenly understood as you watched when he put himself between your breasts and asked you to squeeze them together.

“Very good. You are so beautiful, and you are mine. We fit together so well Y/N. Fuck,” he cursed, his jaw dropping as he thrust between the soft skin of your chest.

You regretted that you could not kiss him from this position, because he looked so gorgeous over you, with his dilated pupil and his glimmering sapphire eye, reflecting the one you wore, placed under his hand tightly pressed on your neck. The new position made you breathe heavily again, both from the friction and from the way he looked, and that encouraged him to continue, his muscles visibly tensing as the minutes went by.

When he reached his peak, he let out a loud moan, your name dying on his tongue as he let his body relax. He brushed your hair away from your shoulders, the sight of his seed resting on the base of your throat making him grin in delectation before allowing himself to fall beside you, short breathed.

You gave him space for a second before turning over and leaning over him, meeting your lips with his again.

He took hold of your head in order to respond to your eagerness, fingers digging into your now loose hair, softly moaning.

You kissed his jaw and shoulder before gazing at him, admiring him with fondness. The necklace, the only thing on you left, was resting on his chest, and his eye went to it. You smiled as you remembered something.

“Do you know how the court at King’s Landing called me when you brought me back from Sandstone? What my moniker was?”

His fingers reached for the gemstone on your neck, playing with it.

“The Stolen Jewel.”

You smiled and he smiled back, amused by the name that suited you like no other.

After a long due bath for the both of you, Aemond had stayed the night, sleeping next to each other as the rain continued to pour outside, and Naerys had found her place next to her parents again.

But the next morning he had kissed you goodbye, telling you that even if things were going slow due to the ‘uninteresting parlays’ that did not include fighting his uncle, he still had to go back, even for a few days. At the moment, the Greens were in talkings with Rhaenys and Baela, the only one who had put a stop to Daemon’s fury and who were keen on having Jacaerys back from Daeron. Aemond had not mentioned it, but you heard that the Rogue Prince had been furious that his own family had tried to cross him and had gone to handle things himself from Harrenhal, where Cregan Stark’s forces were keeping the south border of the Riverlands from the Westlanders. You better understood Aemond’s foul mood of the previous day, frustrated by the fact that Daemon had once again retreated back further away from reach, in addition to the potential release of Jacaerys that did not please him at all. Aemond had little patience for deals and the more the days passed, the more he thought about riding Vhagar and annihilate his uncle, and be done with it.

But what happened the next day made you think that Aemond’s departure was for the best for the time being:

The Tarbeck armies, along with Ser Adrian Tarbeck, a renown knight of the Westermen, had come as planned with several hundred men to camp at the bottom of the castle, in the valley. It had caused your mother to panic.

“I thought your husband had made some sort of arrangements,” she told you with wide eyes.

You gave her a disconcerted look.

“He did, at least he must have! They should have not been notified and came anyway.”

Your mother had steeled herself and claimed that not a word of it would be uttered, that their guests would be feeling welcomed, before sending for Amory with a commanding voice.

They were to stay only for a few days, and only the high-ranked knights would actually stay inside the walls, in the guests’ wing. Ser Tarbeck was a lean and tall man, who had seen battle countless of times. Amory, as the current Lord of Deep Den, welcomed him with respect before the knight turned toward your mother with whom they exchanged polite courtesies and needed information for the stay before laying his eye on you, greeting you with grace.

You only said a few words, no more than necessary before he asked about your daughter. Being just a few metres away, in the arms of a midwife, you took hold of her and proceeded to introduce her to the knight.

“Ah… What a delightful little girl. We can without mistake recognise the royal blood in her veins, can we not?” he remarked, eliciting a pout from your mother that he did not notice.

You nodded as you rocked Naerys in your arms, her silver hair and pale skin affirming the claim of Adrian, and now that she had revealed her eyes to the world, everybody could see that they were similar to yours.

He stayed over the babe in adoration for a minute more before accepting the evening invitation to dinner and turning on his heel to join his men and organise his short stay.

The dinner was more pleasant than you thought it would have been, Ser Adrian was clearly cultivated and talked to your mother with ease and of interesting subjects, without being too familiar. He talked about your father a great deal, praising his notoriety and pointed out that you and your brother already showed as much intelligence as him. The topic of your mother’s family, however, the Marbrands, was not assessed, her house being one of the few that did not declare sides in the war when the Lannister had called its bannermen, but remained oddly neutral due to Melara’s cousin being the Commander of the late Queen’s Guard. You wondered at that moment if Ser Lorrent was at King’s Landing with Joeffrey and the Velaryons, or if he had followed the Rogue Prince at Harrenhal.

On the last night of their stay, when you had begun to grow sick of the soldier’s crude laughter that echoed from the valley every now and then, trying to find some sort of comfort and entertainment in the fog and rain and wishing them gone, a feast was thrown in honour of your visitors. Nothing too fancy, but enough to properly pay respect to the Tarbecks and display the Lydden hospitality.

Nothing out of the ordinary had occurred during their stay, beside your dread that Aemond would come back unannounced at any moment and be very annoyed if he found them here. But nothing of the sort happened and after the feast you had retired early to your chambers, planning to find the comfort of your bed. But when you called for the maids to help you take off your dress, the look on their faces made you at first, believe that something horrible had happened.

Starting to feel their anguish, you had instantly inquired what was wrong seconds before another maid had entered with the same decomposed face.

“It’s… Naerys my Lady.”

Your heart stopped beating.

“What of her?” you let out quickly, your eyes widening.

“We… we can’t find her.”

Your body made you remember that you had to breathe again and the action burned your lungs, odd colours dancing before your eyes, almost blinding you. You had abruptly stood up and grabbed one of them by the elbow, shaking her.

“What do you mean you cannot find her? Where is she?”

“She was at the nursery, asleep, but when Glenna went to check on her an hour ago she was… she was…”

You could not hear this, it felt like your heart was being ripped apart as your brain tried to handle the many emotions that came flooding through you. However you still found the courage to steel yourself.

“It must be a mistake. Surely my mother has her, there is no need to be-”

But footsteps were heard and your mother appeared at the threshold, a desperate look on her face. You almost fell due to the shock.

“Mother?” you asked, voice breaking.

She came to you, pulling you away from the maid you were now hurting from your tight squeeze on her arm and took your face tenderly. “The guards are looking everywhere, Ser Adrian is too. She cannot be far-”

“No!” you had shouted, and you left your chambers, going straight to the nursery to see it for yourself, your mother calling behind you.

The castle seemed alive at such a late hour, soldiers in the hallways walking hastily to check every room, and that did not soothe your panic in the slightest. When you arrived at the nursery and saw the empty crib, you did not cry, you did not sob, nor weep.

But anger took you. Something in you shut down, replaced by darkness. Someone had taken your baby, and your mother heart cried for retribution. At this moment you understood Aemond’s wrath, and how much effort he had to make in order to be able to keep on, with his grief, his loss. It felt like the anger would never leave you.

You thought of him. It would ruin him to learn about this. You could not let him suffer this, you will have your daughter back. A determined and hard expression on your face, you turned around to pass next to your afraid, unmoving looking mother and maids and walked down the corridors until you reached Adrian Tarbeck.

“Did you do this? Did you take my daughter?!” you yelled, pointing an accusing finger at him. Your fury scared the people standing around in the hall and Amory directly came at your side, carefully taking your arm.

“Of course I did not! My Lady please I understand how you feel but-”

“No, you do not!” you shouted louder. “This is your fault, everything was fine before you came, and now my daughter is missing !”

Amory pulled you closer, and even if it did soothe you a little, you still felt outraged. “Did no one see anything! Is this castle blind ?!”

Your words echoed in the hall in agonising sounds, and everybody fell silent for a while before some of the guards came moving again, as awoken by the way your eyes shot at them, Adrian Tarbeck watching you as if you were going to crumble at any second. You did not need his pity.

“My Lady, everything will be done to retrieve the girl, I will not depart until we know what happened, the least I can do is offer you my help.”

You were about to pull away from Amory’s embrace and storm out to go find her yourself, but one of the Tarbeck soldiers walked to his commander and you stopped.

“Ser, some of the men have noticed that the smith’s apprentices are gone. They believed that they stole some of the horses and left to the east.”

Your family looked at him with bewilderment, scandalised.

“Send men after them and bring me the smith. Now !” Adrian commanded, and the soldier did as told.

The smith revealed that the apprentices had only recently joined the Tarbecks at Lannisport. You remained sceptical as he told the tale of three meaningless men that some soldiers down below the valley suspected to be the kidnappers. But after a few hours of unfruitful search, Naerys was still nowhere to be found, and it became the only lead you had.

“He claims that two of them looked dornish, and the third was frail looking and claimed to be from King’s Landing before seeking an apprenticeship in Lannisport.”

Your eyes were burning from the unshed tears and the ire you held within. Your brain, however, was working fast.

“If they have gone to the east, I won’t wait for your men to catch them. I am leaving as well.”

Your mother tried to convince you otherwise, telling you that you didn’t even know where exactly you were headed, but you were deaf to her pleas as you commanded your possessions to be packed at once.

“My Lady, I cannot let you leave alone. Let us depart at dawn at least, when the sun is up and be on our way,” said the knight.

“No. I said I won’t wait. I do not care for the night nor the destination.” you had said, looking from Adrian to your mother.

The man sighed.

“I will come with you, sister,” said Amory, a determined look in his eyes.

“No, there must always be a Lydden in Deep Den, especially now. And I won’t let you come into any harm, my daughter is loss enough.”

“She is right, my Lord,” had agreed Adrian before turning to face you again. “Very well. I will accompany you, the men will catch us soon enough when they depart at dawn.”

You knew that Tarbeck was no fool, that he was aware that he had no choice but to be compliant when the daughter of Aemond Targaryen had disappeared right when he was in the premises. The wrath of the rider of Vhagar was known enough to make him think twice about helping you as much as he could, as he did not wish to be the subject of this said wrath, nor end up in a dragon’s stomach.

Both your mother and brother had gazed up at you with unsaid words but your furious eyes and evident pain had them stay silent.

“When…” you had begun. “If Aemond comes back before I find her, tell him…” Your brother looked at you expectantly, drinking your words. “Tell him that I am sorry, and that I will take care of it. Tell him that I will not fail again. Not fail him.”

He had nodded, a little uneasy at the idea of saying such words to the Kinslayer himself, but you knew he would respect your wish regardless.

On your way out, you understood how frightened the court was at the idea of Aemond coming back without learning of Naerys’ disappearance beforehand and finding both you and his daughter gone. The whole castle was shaken that night at the fact that an innocent baby had been taken away from its mother under their roof. So when they understood that you had chosen to leave immediately, nobody said a word to stop you.

A few hours away from dawn, you were riding east and into the night.

A/N: Just so you know, a month ago I was this close to rename the fic “The Stolen Jewel”. Feels like a missed opportunity.

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