#anyone else make spotify playlists for their ocs??

[shady-ratt]

Y’know you’ve traumatised your oc when you start adding Mitski to their playlist

#anyone else make spotify playlists for their ocs?? #mitski

[hyunfilms]

blue side of the sky (lmh) | nineteen.

♡ spotify playlist | series masterlist

—summary: waking up after 3 months with no recollection of your past, your friends do what they can to help you remember. except, they omit an important piece to the puzzle - afraid you would remember the heartbreak and hurt all over again.

—pairing: lee know x f. reader

—genre: (18+) exes to lovers, bestfriends to lovers au | fluff, angst, smut

—word count: 3.3k

—chapter content/warnings: just the very much needed talk for oc x minho, crying, cute lil random flashback at the end

The phone sits on your bed for a good awhile before you contemplate on actually picking it up and texting him. Your talk with Jisung was about a week and a half ago, but you figured you could at least talk to Minho and get things straight without anyone getting in the middle of it.

Even though you missed Minho, you knew you weren't ready and that you still needed time to properly say your peace to all of this.

You would let the universe handle it, allowing you to have Minho in your life however it'd like you to have him— even if that meant at a distance, even if things never returned to normal. You would be sad, but you trust in the universe to take care of you this time around. 

Whatever is meant to be, will be. 

It all still feels terrible.

You grab your phone when you finally gain the strength to call him, nervously letting out a breath when the other line starts to ring. By the third ring, you almost regret calling him. You start to slowly pull the phone away from your ear when you hear Minho hastily pick up the call— music playing in the background.

"Y/N?" He calls for you as he steps around the corner of the studio, hoping the music is a bit softer outside of the room.

"Hi. Sorry, are you in class? I didn't mean to interrupt." 

"No, no." He clears his throat, also experiencing nervousness as he continues to talk to you over the phone. "I was just hanging out with Hyunjin. We were working on a random piece and just messing around with choreo."

"Still. I'm sorry to interrupt."

"You're not. Don't worry. Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, it will be." You chew on your bottom lip for a moment before speaking up again. "I was just wondering if we could talk."

"Are you sure? I just don't want you to feel uncomfortable or anything, I'll wait until you feel completely ready."

"To be honest, Minho. I don't know if I will ever be completely ready. But, we should talk. Alone. I need to let you know what's been going on my mind, too."

"Okay. I'll be leaving in about 15 minutes. I'll shower and head to your place? Unless you wanna meet somewhere else, but uh—" He clears his throat. "It's kinda cold. I just, I don't know. Whatever makes you comfortable."

"My place is fine."

"Okay." Minho lets out an inaudible sigh, a bit nervous about how the rest of the evening will go. "I'll see you in a bit."

"Sounds good." You respond softly before ending the call. Minho stills in his position for a bit before returning to the studio, his heart beating in his chest— because he is scared, he is nervous. But, nonetheless, he knows whatever is meant to happen, will need to happen. 

This is just another chapter in the book, another learning lesson; another step in becoming better for each other, your friends. Unlearning bad habits, leaving the past where it belongs.

"You good?" Hyunjin furrows his brows at Minho, watching him slowly walk back into the studio. Hyunjin has his hands on his hips, using his shirt to wipe the sweat from his face. It takes a minute before Minho reaches his gaze and responds with a shrug.

"I don't really know. I will be." 

"Who was that?"

"Y/N. She wants to talk."

"Oh." Hyunjin purses his lips into an 'o' shape before nodding. "Is she okay?"

"I don't know either." Minho lets out a pathetic chuckle. "She said she's not sure when she'll ever be ready to talk more about this but she has stuff she wants to tell me."

"I see."

"I really messed up." Is all Minho says as he walks over to his duffle bag on the ground.

"You did." Hyunjin sighs. "But, you are acknowledging it and trying to learn."

"I just, I don't really know. I had her back and I tried to take the chance to fix it without really... fixing it. If that makes sense."

"It does, and I get it. I honestly might have done the same if I was in your position. Plus, I know Jisung just wanted things to be okay for a bit." Hyunjin comes to stand next to Minho as he grabs his water bottle. "Promise me you'll give her the time she needs this time around."

"I will. At this point, I don't wanna lose her as my bestfriend. Even if that means I need to give her space for awhile—" He shrugs and throws the duffle bag strap over his shoulder. "However long it takes." 

"Mm, yeah." Hyunjin nods. "It'll be okay. Are you gonna go straight to her house?"

"No, I'm gonna head home first. Are you just gonna stay here?" 

"Yeah, I'll probably stay posted here for a bit longer. Still wanna get this choreo down." Minho gives him a tiny, toothless smile before waving goodbye.

"Alright, I'm out." He throws up the peace sign just as he heads out the door and to his car. He tosses his bag into the passenger seat, letting out another breath as he gets situated in the driver's seat. He's dreading this talk even though this has already torn you two apart— but he is determined to fix this the right way;

The right way as in putting it in time's hands.

When Minho gets home, his roommates are all tucked away in their rooms. He slips out of his shoes and tosses his duffle bag to the side of his room, adding to his laundry pile. He grabs a hoodie and some jeans, stepping into the bathroom for a quick shower. He quickly runs the towel through his hair before stepping out and grabbing his keys— heart still racing in his chest as he returns to his car. It's one of those drives where Minho has the music incredibly low because he needs to hear himself think; can't really focus with all these what if's and imaginary scenarios about how the evening will turn out.

Pulling up to your place, he sees Uncle Adrian home, but tucked away in the house somewhere. He can see a the dim light in the kitchen on, with another one of the room lights also on. He parks his car and pulls the hood over his head while walking to your small detached suite, taking a moment before knocking on the door a few times. You're sitting on the couch indulging in a new series when the knocks come— instantly throwing the blanket off of your legs to greet Minho at the door.

"Hey." You quickly eye Minho standing there in his hoodie and jeans, stepping aside to let him in.

"Feels nice and warm in here." He shakes off the cold a bit, plopping onto your couch.

"I'm glad." You chuckle, returning to your position on the couch. "How was the studio?"

"It was okay. Nothing too bad."

"Did you eat?" He shakes his head.

"I'm not really hungry."

"You sure? I have some leftover pasta." You point at your kitchen counter, making Minho smile.

"Promise, I'm good. Thank you." He switches his attention back to the TV. "Watching a new show?"

"Mhm. Finally finished the other one."

"That's new."

"I'm trying here." You respond before subtly biting onto your bottom lip. Great, the silence is settling in and it's awkward.

But luckily for you, Minho is quick to break the silence.

"So, how've you been feeling?" You sigh and turn your body towards him, giving him your full and undivided attention.

"I've been alright. I think I've seen brighter days. What about you?"

"Mm, not sure. But, it's alright. I'm making it through my days." You nod. Silence. More silence filling the room feels a lot louder than it actually is— probably due to all your thoughts and the neverending spiral of overthinking.

"Minho." You call his name and he feels his heart constrict for various reasons. "Why didn't you tell me about this earlier?" 

"Y/N, I'm sorry. I should've, but I was too caught up in us. I brushed things over without thinking about you or Jisung. I-I thought—" He sighs. "I really thought I could fix the past by doing better now, but I know it doesn't work well that way." He looks at you. "I planned to tell you, I just let it slip away from me. Selfishly." You look at him and you aren't sure what your heart is trying to tell you. You're angry, you're upset. You're sad, you're missing a piece of yourself because of all this.

"Do you know where we went wrong?"

"It was nothing you did." He responds lowly. Somehow, this statement triggers the tears that are suddenly streaming down your cheeks, and you can't help but quickly wipe them away. Minho has the hardest time preventing himself from reaching over to console you; but, he stills. He knows he can't, he shouldn't.

"How was it nothing when you upped and left? Clearly, something was wrong. Especially for you, somebody who was my bestfriend and knew me better than myself, to leave when things got rough between us." You tell him softly, though the words sting and they carry weight you are not strong enough to carry.

"It wasn't you. I was stupid. I ran when things got tough, I mistook a small ounce of infatuation and excitement as a way out of it. I'm so sorry. I didn't realize how stupid I was being right away."

"Minho, I don't really know what to say. After everything that's happened, I was starting to feel safe with you again. Like there was nothing you could do to hurt me. And I think what hurts the most is knowing that I was terribly wrong. That I, at one point, was an after-thought for you. Because of this small ounce of infatuation and excitement. If it was nothing on me, then you wouldn't have left." You continue to cry and Minho swallows the lump in his throat— his own tears threatening to spill. "If it was nothing on me, then you wouldn't have kept seeing her while I was in the hospital. I know I had no control over that, but you definitely did." You dig your head into your hands and cry.

"Y/N. Please tell me what you need so I can make this better." Minho's voice wavers, his need to pry you away from your hands almost becomes unbearable. The more he watches you, the more he realizes that this must be how things turn out. This is how it all ends, this is what you two have become;

Broken.

And there was no fixing this, no seal strong enough that could keep the cracks together. Because eventually, the seal wears off, it takes another blow, and everything comes apart— breaking to pieces all over again.

When Minho thinks about this, the urge to console you slowly subsides within him. It's not that he doesn't want to, but he realizes he is the cause of all the cracks he can see on you; all the cracks that are threatening to break apart because the seal isn't strong enough, no glue good enough to keep it together. All he does is add onto it, and maybe, he should just keep his distance like he originally did.

He loves you, and maybe this time, love meant he needed to let you go.

"I need time away from you." You finally look up at him again, and the silence that settles between you two is heartbreaking. "I just need to keep my distance because I don't think it's fair I didn't get my own time to process this, to properly get over it. I am grateful you told me and were honest about everything. Eventually, I'd like to move forward and say my peace to it. But for now, that's not the time. I'm not ready to."

He loves you, and maybe this time, love means he will let you go.

"Okay." Is all Minho responds with. But, you continue to cry and Minho isn't sure what he should do. Clearly, you can't let him in again. Clearly, the distance is what you need. 

"I hate this." You manage to mumble as you look at him. "I look at you and I don't want you to leave, I don't want you to just give me an 'okay.' I wish you could hold me and tell me things will get better. But then, I look at you and I also can't believe that you're the same person who managed to do the most damage to me. The one person I wasn't good enough for, the one who I wish never gave up. It makes me confused, angry. Part of me really wishing I didn't have to talk to you or see you."

"I'll do anything to make you comfortable and to keep you happy. I wanna show you that you are my biggest priority and that you are first before anything. Anyone. So, I'll give you time. I'll give you space. No matter how long it takes. Even if time eventually tells me that things are different between us, I'll take it. Because I'd rather have part of you than have none of you." Tears are slowly staining his cheeks at this point, but he continues to look at you; never once breaking contact. "I love you, and I'm gonna be here no matter what. But, I'll give you just that and let you be."

"I hope time can be good for us." 

"I hope so too." He stands, asking for your hand so that he can pull you up and hug you. You follow his actions, tightly wrapping your arms around his waist while letting your cheek rest against his chest. His one arm is wrapped around your back, while the other comes behind your head; his lips kissing the top of your head. He whispers an 'I'm sorry' against the surface before he says: "You don't need to forgive me. You know that. I deserve it. Whatever happens though, I'll always be here. Okay? I'll always be here. I'm not going anywhere." He repeats before placing another kiss on your head. You stay in the position for a few more seconds before pulling away to look up at him.

Looking at Minho makes your heart clench so, so badly. He can't help but return your look with soft eyes, nose slightly reddened from the crying he did earlier— hand coming to brush the hair away from your face before he steps back and starts heading towards the door. You wiggle your fingers and ball them into a fist, preventing yourself from reaching out, stop him from leaving. All you do is slowly and silently follow after him, now surrendering the rest of this chapter with Minho to the universe.

"Call me if you need me. I'll come no matter what." You nod, closing your eyes when he plants a soft kiss against your forehead. He gives you one last, tiny smile before turning on his heels to walk back to his car. You watch as he throws his hood back over his head, shutting the side gate closed behind him.

You nibble on your bottom lip as you find yourself walking into the house, hoping to find Uncle Adrian and be in his company for a bit. When you walk in, the kitchen light is still on and you find your uncle pouring himself a glass of water. 

"Oh, hey." He sees you pop around the corner as the back door shuts. His smile instantly fades when he sees the expression on your face, and the way you hug your arms close to your chest. "What's wrong, Y/N?" You start crying into your hands again and your uncle panics, throwing a blanket over your shoulder before walking you over to the couch. He pulls you into a hug, doing his best to ease the pain you're feeling. "Talk to me." He says.

"I wish things were easier." You mumble through your crying, finally looking up at your uncle again. "I wish things didn't have to be like this between me and Minho." Your uncle's heart breaks because he wishes he could do more for you. And he knows this isn't solely because of the breakup; your heart isn't aching because of your relationship, no.

Your heart is aching because you no longer see the same bestfriend, have the same bestfriend, that you had. You've come to re-learn Minho, how you two used to be even before the relationship— and before you could even have that back, you've already lost it. Your uncle knows that the relationship only makes up one [complicated] part of it.

Your uncle will let you because you need to. He's glad you two were able to talk it out properly, but he's certain it wasn't easy for you to put up those boundaries towards your own bestfriend. It makes him torn because despite the ups and downs of your relationship, Minho was always good to you as your bestfriend. He helped take care of you, he never wanted you to be unhappy, was always making sure that you never felt a lack of support, love or care from him.

He gets it. It's not easy, but hopefully these times, will bring you to better days. To happier times. To more trust, less worries. To brighter, blue skies.

Right now, he will let you be.

Right now, you are mourning everything about Minho. 

☁︎ FLASHBACK | HIGH SCHOOL

You drag yourself up the hill after your walk to the convenience store, suddenly craving for a specific brand of ramen and spicy tuna onigiri amongst other snacks you've grabbed as you pranced around in the aisles. You swing the bag gently back and forth, head hung low as thoughts continue to swirl around in your head at 100mph.

You miss Minho.

You haven't heard from him today since he had been busy with family on the other side of town, and you were starting to wonder if you should text him first instead of waiting. You were torn about it. Should you text him now? Would he think you're too clingy?

Is he thinking of you the same way you are?

Maybe you shouldn't, and maybe you should just let him be until he's free.

You let out a sigh, finally coming up the block to your house with the bag twirling around your fingers. You check your phone still seeing zero texts or calls from him, making your heart drop just a tiny bit. But, before you could let your feelings completely take over, you catch sight of a shadow up ahead. You look up and find Minho standing near the streetlight; making you pause in your tracks to take in how the light perfectly sits on him right now.

You missed him.

"Hey. I was just about to call—" Minho's head whips in your direction, a small smile creeping at the corner of his lips. You jog towards him, immediately throwing your arms around his neck while hugging him and keeping him close. "Woah." He chuckles, reciprocating the hug and wrapping his arms around your waist. "You okay?" He looks down at you, hand gently coming up to brush your hair back, to caress your cheek.

"Yeah."

"You sure?"

"I just really missed you." You mumble as you press your forehead against his chest. "I didn't hear from you all day and I wanted to text you, but I didn't because—"

"Y/N." He chuckles a bit, his breath visible in the air. "Slow down."

"I wanted to text you but I didn't wanna bother you."

"I'm sorry. I was busy, but I also wanted to surprise you." You look up at him. "I missed you, too." You let out a content sigh and pull away from him, hand still loosely holding onto his

"Did you?"

"I did." He kisses your knuckles. "And I'm here now, right? I'm not going anywhere."

☁︎ END

⇢ 19.5 [cloudy days]: here

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MEDIC! Part 23 (Donald Malarkey x Fem!OC)

HEHEHE love you all!

Based on the HBO show and the actors who portray the characters, no hate to anyone involved.

Tag list: @next-autopsy, @panzershrike-pretz, @xxluckystrike, @bucky32557038ww2 (let me know if you want to be tagged.)

Since we were moving off the line I started helping George with the stock. No one would be needing any medical care so I was a free hand. I unpacked the shelves with the new items we had gotten from the previous drop, rations, clothes, ammo, everything we needed to survive. I was helping George with the ration packs, they gave us a whole bunch of food but we needed to sort it into separate bags to give to the men to take with them. I pulled a heavy box off of the top shelf, sliding it to the front.  

“George.” I heard a call from behind me as one of the soldiers waltzed into the room. “We need you to come blow this thing up.” The man said. 

“Alright, I’ll be there. Em, I’m going to blow shit up, you gonna be alright here?” He asked, picking up the bazooka and slinging it over his shoulder.

“I’ll be fine!” I called over my shoulder, I heard his footsteps retreat out of the room. Now I was alone, milling around and sorting the items. It was so boring. A tedious task. Normally it wasn’t so bad. George helped and we chatted, then the other soldiers came in to visit as well, keeping me distracted as I worked. But now it was silent. If only I had some music to listen to that always made cleaning and chores so much more fun. Music! I had my phone and earbuds. No one was here and hopefully they still had some battery left. It wouldn’t hurt and I would get the job done faster I’m sure. I grabbed my bag from the corner of the room, rummaging through it. I pulled out my phone and earbuds that I had stashed deep down the bottom so no one could find them, along with everything else I had in my pockets the day I arrived. I powered on my phone, it worked. God I hadn’t been on it in months, which was weird to think about, it’s a normal accessory in my own time. 60% that’s pretty good, and my earbuds were still alive too. I was ecstatic. I placed one in my ear, I should only have one in incase someone comes in or there is a bomb strike. Wouldn’t want to miss that. I heard it chime on and connect. I opened spotify, since all the songs I wanted to listen to were downloaded I didn’t need to worry about having service or data. I scrolled through my curated playlists. I stopped on the GUTS album. This is perfect! I played it from the start. 

It was fine at the start, since I was alone I quietly hummed along to the song. If anyone walked in they would just assume I had a song stuck in my head. I sorted the rations while listening. Bopping my head the beat. I sang along with the words as I worked. Dancing to the faster songs as I went. I had memorised all of the songs when the album first came out, so I still remembered them all. 

“I’m a perfect all-american bitch, with perfect all-american lips and perfect all-american hips.” I swayed around the room, singing only a bit louder. No one could hear me. 

I packed the rations, working fast. Having dance breaks when a good song came on. I forgot where I was. I sang into my hand like a microphone, bouncing around the room. I didn’t realise it but I got significantly louder in my singing. Having the headphone on full volume so I could hear it over my own voice. I pretended I was performing on stage as I jumped around singing. I took a quick glance over my shoulder around the room, no one was there good. 

Then ‘Vampire’ came on. I stood in place singing into my hand. My voice echoed around the room as I belted it out. 

“Blood-sucker, fame fucker, bleeding me dry like a goddamn vampire.” I sang loudly.

By this time I completely disregarded my task at hand, making it counterproductive. I didn’t care, liking the normalcy I had forgotten. I had missed this. Jumping around my apartment with my speakers on full singing as loud as I could. I puffed as the song finished, I pretended to receive applause from the fake audience in front of me, bowing deeply. 

The song ‘Logical’ came on. I gasped, “I love this song!” I squealed, waiting for the lyrics to start. 

I belted the song at the top of my lungs forgetting where I was and what I was doing. In that moment I was putting my heart and soul into the song. The lyrics somehow all related to the anger I had pent up about Don and I’s fight. Come for me like a saviour, Don had done that, he had made me think that he cared. When he clearly didn’t. I put myself through hell for him, just for him to tell me I was an obligation. God I was so mad, at him, at myself. I had fallen for him so hard, with such high hopes he felt the same. It crushed me to know he didn’t. So maybe I do go home after all of this, if anything was going to stop me going, it was him. But if he doesn’t want me, I’d be better off leaving. I poured my emotions into the song as I sang. It was relieving, I forgot how much music helped me when I was stressed, being able to get in my car and sing my heart out with the windows down without a care in the world. For some reason the song just hit the spot and my pain was now being shouted into the air as I sang. 

“AND ALL THE THINGS YOU DID TO ME. YOU LIED, YOU LIED, YOU LIED, OHHHH.” I was pretty proud I was hitting all of the notes. I could sing, I was in the choir at school but I was never very talented. It’s not amazing just being able to hold a tune. My voice wasn’t unique or different, but it still could belt out my favourite songs in a way that wouldn’t hurt the ear. 

Another fast paced song came on after the other one had finished. I bopped my head, dancing around the room like a crazy person. Almost bumping into multiple things around the room as I had my eyes closed as I danced. I changed my playlist to the one I most often played in the car, hitting shuffle. The song ‘Push up’, by the freestylers. It was one of the songs my mum always used to play in the car when we were driving. I was little but still sang along with her. When I got older I actually listened to the lyrics, I was horrified I was singing it in front of my mum who also belted it out in the car. Now I play it when I want a good time. Mum had good music taste. I don't know what dance moves I was doing, my body just moved to the beat. I did that one move where I moved my chest up and down pretending it was being pulled by my hand. Shaking my ass like the song said. I breathlessly sang and danced, a bright smile on my face.

“PUSH UP, YOUR BODY, YOUR BODY NEXT TO MINE, I GOTTA MAKE THAT SEXY BOOTY MINE, AND SHAKE IT, BABY, SHAKE THAT ASS, I LOVE IT WHEN YOU FEEL LIKE GETTING NASTY!” I panted as I moved, forgetting how tiring dancing was. I spun in a circle, a group of men watched me, I finished my turn, facing the way I was originally. A group of men watching me? I looked over my shoulder, surely I had just imagined it. Nope they were there, a group of Easy men looking thoroughly entertained. I turned away from them cringing, how much did they see. I quickly slipped the headphone out of my ear and pocketed it. I slowly turned around to face the men. As I did so they started clapping, they all grinned from ear to ear. There in front of me stood Lieb, Babe, Grant, Web, and George. 

“How long have you been standing there?” I asked, hoping they had just arrived. 

“We had come when you were singing that song about lying.” George grinned. “It went like you lied, you lied.” He sang. That was like three songs ago. 

“But we heard someone singing so we all came to see who it was. Turned out to be you.” Babe chuckled. I didn’t think they could hear me, but I guess I was singing loudly. 

“My favourite song was that last one.” Lieb smirked, of course he liked that one the prick. The image of me shaking my ass came into my head, they had all seen it. 

“What was that move that you were doing?” Grant asked, putting his hands on his knees and shaking his butt left to right. 

“Should I teach it to you?” I joked, trying to not sink into the floor from embarrassment. They all nodded laughing, “Wait, really?” I asked. 

“Yeah I want to dance like that, it looked different. I don’t think I have seen any of the moves you just did.” George grinned at me. “What’s it called? The move?” He asked. 

“Twerking.” I laughed as the men looked at me puzzled, they tried out the name themselves, a mutter of the word “twerking” filled the room. I laughed at them. 

I gathered the men in front of me, they shook their arms and legs loose like they were going to run a race. I laughed at them, they were so eager to learn, who was I to say no. 

“Ok, stand with your feet shoulder width apart, and then lean forward putting your hands on your knees.” I was trying to keep my composure, why did they all look so serious. Their concentrating faces on, they followed my instruction. They looked like they were trying to catch their breath after running. “Ok now you just move your pelvis up and down.” They all tried, looking like cats about to throw up. I cracked up watching the five men try their hardest. 

“I can’t do it. What is it supposed to look like again?” Grant asked, standing up straight scratching his head. I got into the same pose as them, moving my pelvis up and down in a smooth motion. They all looked very impressed. 

“I can’t do that.” Babe groaned. I laughed at his pouting face. 

“Arch your back and then relax it.” I did the motion again for them. This is one of the weirdest things I think I have ever done. Not in my wildest dreams would I imagine teaching five WW2 soldiers how to twerk. 

I watched the rest of the men trying, all doing very odd interpretations of the dance move. George just bent and unbent his leg, bobbing up and down. Grant leant forward but moved his butt from left to right like a dog wagging its tail. Babe hunched his shoulders up and down like he was excessively shrugging. Lieb was impressively very good at it, “Ok Lieb!” I pretended to make it rain dollar bills over him. I looked over to Webster who just looked entirely lost, like a weird caterpillar his whole body moved. “Oh Web.” I laughed at the man, he just stared at me with his blue eyes. 

“Here, when I do it only my butt moves, everything else stays in place.” I said turning around to show him, he stepped closer and really focussed in on the move. Trying it again, he still didn’t get it. 

“Look here.” I placed his hand on my lower back, as did the move, “See my back stays still.” 

“What is going on?” I heard from the doorway, looking over to see Don watching us. His eyes set on Web and I. He looked pissed. “Web mind taking your hand off her ass.” My eyes widened, of course he was pissed. The position Web and I were in didn’t look very good. Me bent over in front of him with my butt out and him with his hand on my lower back. I stood up, stepping away from the man. The other Easy men in the room looked uncomfortable as well. Don glared at Web and I. 

“I was just teaching them a dance move.” I tried to explain. He huffed, turning on his heel and marching out of the room. The men watched me gauging my reaction. I was so mad. 

“Shut up!” I snarled, the men looked offended, they hadn’t said anything but I could feel it. The looks they were giving me said it all, they didn’t need to say anything. They looked uncomfortable, like walking in on a lovers quarrel. I followed after Don, letting my anger get the better of me. I caught up to him on the street. 

“Stop acting like you care!” I yelled at him. He turned to face me. “What? You want to push me away and then get mad at me for talking to someone else. You don’t get to do that! Stop fucking with my head!” I shouted at him. I panted from my rage that raced through my body, how dare he say he doesn’t care and then act like this, it was making my head spin. 

He stomped towards me, grabbing me by the arm. He dragged me into one of the houses. “Let go! Let go of me!” I tried to pull out of his grip but he was stronger than me. He shut the door behind him, I wrenched free of his grasp. I tried to move past him and leave, but he blocked the door. “What do you want from me? I don’t have the cash for the hours you babysat me, sorry!” I spat angrily. 

“Stop it!” He growled. “Stop acting like this!” 

I scoffed astonished, “Are you kidding! All I wanted was to check on you. You were avoiding me, I wanted to check if you were ok? I know you’re hurting too! Those boys meant so much to you! I just wanted to care for you how you did for me. It goes both ways! You’re allowed to hurt!” I told him, his face dark, I could see the pain etched into his features. 

“It’s fine, you don’t care for me the way I do you. But I still care about you, even though you hurt me so much. I can’t turn them off. If you can’t talk to me about it, that's fine, but at least talk to someone!” His features softened.

“I do care for you! Of course I do! It’s just been so much! I can’t process it, I’m so busy, I feel like I have the weight of these men on my shoulders, they have expectations of me, I feel responsible for them. If they get hurt it’s my fault!” He rambles on, it all floods out of his mouth, like opening a dam. 

“I don’t have time to think about Skip and Alex or Buck or Bill! I knew I would if I talked to you, I knew if I just spoke to you for a second that it would all come out.” He takes a breath as he spills the truth. 

“So I avoided you. I’m sorry Em.” He scrubs his hand over his face, sighing. 

“I didn’t mean what I said the other day either. I’m so sorry I hurt you. It killed me to see you so upset, and that I was the one who did that.” I listened to him, it hurt me to see the agony on his face. He walks forward standing closer to me. 

“You are not an obligation! You never have been, ever! ” He says, taking my face in his hands, lifting my head to look into his eyes. “I choose you! I will always choose you.” He pauses looking deeply into my eyes. My hands reach up holding onto his arms that still cup my face. 

“I love you.” I uttered softly, it was barely audible to my own ears, but he heard me. 

It happened so quickly, I couldn’t even process what had happened. Don kissed me. His lips found mine. He kissed me so deeply with so much desire. It was like gasping for air after coming up from the water. I didn’t know how much I needed him, wanted him. His mouth moved against mine, hungrily tasting me. I kissed him back with the same intensity. Enjoying the way his lips felt on mine, like we were made for each other. My stomach clenched, the butterflies swirling around inside. I wrapped my arms around his neck pulling him flush with me. His hands moved to my back and held me tightly. I opened my mouth as he deepened the kiss, his tongue finding mine. I tangled my fingers through the hair that peaked out from under his beanie at the base of his neck. It was like I was addicted, I couldn’t stop myself from kissing him. The taste of his lips on mine, his familiar scent that filled my senses, his hands that roamed around my body, the sound of him moaning into my mouth as we kissed. He pulled back, I whimpered, needing his mouth back on mine. 

“I love you.” Don smiled down at me, my heart swelled, I grinned at him. He placed another gentle kiss on my lips, letting it linger before pulling away.   

“Do you forgive me?” He asked. 

“Hmmm? I don’t know, I think maybe if you kissed me again, I could potentially forgive you.” He laughed, placing a kiss on my lips. 

“How about now?” He smirked. 

“Maybe another one?” I said playfully. He leant forward placing kisses all over my face in quick succession. I giggled as he assaulted me with his lips. He placed the last one on my lips, so gentle and sweet I could melt.

“What the hell were you teaching the guys when I walked in?” He asked, his eyebrow quirked. I flushed, burying my face in his jacket. 

“Nothing.” I mumbled into his clothes. His hand found my chin, tilting it up to look him in the eyes. “I was teaching them a dance they caught me doing.” I said giggling, thinking back to all of their weird moves they had done while I was teaching them. 

“What was the dance?” I smiled and laughed. He looked confused at why it was so funny. 

“I’ll show you another time.” I gave him a wink, he looked at me curiously. “Don, it’s not your fault if those men get hurt. You know that?” I asked, the conversation turning more serious. I took his face into my hands, my thumbs brushing along his skin gently. “I understand carrying all that responsibility, trust me. And I know it’s easier said than done as well. But we can’t let their deaths haunt us forever, all we did was try our best.” He nodded, still wrapped in each other's arms. I pulled him in, hugging him tightly. “We can have a break hopefully, since we are being moved off the line.” I smiled, thinking about how the men didn’t have patrol tonight and that we were leaving tomorrow. It was so exciting. 

The door to the house swung open, Don and I jumped apart in fright. George, who was peeking his head in the door, wryly grinned. “Sorry to interrupt you two, but grubs up.” We smiled at the cheeky man. Following him. Don and I kept sharing glances, our faces flushing pink. Thinking back to the moment we had shared. I kept giggling happily, feeling ecstatic. 

We made our way into the basement, the rest of 2nd platoon already there. I spotted Lieb who watched us enter. I came in first smiling, with a shy looking Malarkey in tow. His eyebrows raised as he smirked at me. I walked over to him. “Ah, I wondered where you disappeared too.” He teased me. 

“Shut up.” I laughed, bumping into him.

“Are you going to sing us a song?” Babe asked, his mouth full of food. 

“No, I am not!” I said, crossing my arms over my chest. 

“Or what about some more dance moves?” Grant teased. I picked up a cloth that laid on the table in front of me hurling it at the man, smacking him in the face as we all laughed. I walked over to where the cloth landed, bending down to pick it up. 

“Ow!” I cried holding my back, pain evident on my face. I looked up to see all of the men looking at me worried and concerned. I slid my hand from my back, my hands on my knees. 

“EHHH!” I said as I shook my ass laughing. The men’s faces changed from worried, to confused, to amused. “Got you suckers!” I said standing up, Grant shook his head. 

“I still have no idea how you do that?” I patted him on the shoulder, still laughing. 

The rest of the night passed quickly, it was like Christmas had come early. I was so excited for tomorrow I could hardly sleep, and when I did I had definitely fallen asleep smiling. 

We packed up our gear and made our way to the trucks, ready to move off the line. Lt. Jones had been promoted and was leaving us, he shook our hands as we wished him good luck on his future endeavours. We climbed into the back of the truck, Don helping to pull me up. He sat beside each other, our hands secretly held by our sides. I watched Web approach the truck, going to climb up by himself, Lieb stuck his hand out to offer assistance. I smiled knowing that Lieb finally came around to liking the man. I watched as the small town faded into the distance and wondered what might be ahead for us next. I knew whatever happened that Don and I would face it together. 

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Love is the Death of Duty - 11.

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☆ Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Male! Targaryen OC

☆ Status: Ongoing 

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“He is half of my heart.”

War made monsters of them all, but it also brought the two second sons together in a flurry of death, love, deceit and delusion. The story of Aemond Targaryen and the eldest son of Daemon and Rhaenyra, Maegor Targaryen, second of his name. 

☆ Warnings: Sexual content, explicit violence, dark themes, targcest etc.

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CHAPTER 11

Lord Corlys, all I ask of you is spare a ship and a handful of men to take my brother to Dragonstone. 

I promised my mother I will keep him safe.

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With dawn comes the clash of steel and wood, arrows whirring through the air, the roar of dragons echoing across the tumultuous sea and flames burning brighter than the sunrise. 

Maegor and Aemond flank Dorne's armada from opposite sides while Addam Velaryon with the Driftmark fleet meet them heads on. The two Targaryen Princes fly and torch in sync and this time Vhagar is not kept in the shadows as a backup plan.

Like the war machine she is, Aemond unleashes her and she seems to remember from the old days how the Dornish smelled when they got charred. It fills her with renewed vigor and youth because not even the few scorpions that manage to scrape her or latch into her flesh slow her down, instead they only make her burn with more fury. And perhaps even Saagael's ferocity reminds her of the times she fought side by side the Black Dread.

As more of the Dornish ships burn or get sunken beneath the waves by the Driftmark soldiers, Maegor steers his dragon and torches right through the enemy again, scorpions flying without precision, failing to hit the swift target. This time he doesn't turn the Cannibal to circle around and launch another attack, instead he keeps on flying straight ahead, leaving Aemond behind to assure the destruction of the fleet and the Seasnake's victory.

When the time is right, I will make my move. I trust Prince Aemond with my life, and so can you.

The black dragon soars through the skies, cutting through the clouds as his wings beat faster than ever before and Maegor has just one target in mind. 

Sunspear.

Dorne, a land known for its independence and resilience, has become Maegor's obsession since last night, his mind churned with plans of conquest. And not only this, but a chance to prove himself once and for all in front of his family and anyone else that might dare question his worth.

I'll show you a real dragon.

House Martell was always too prideful, stubborn and hot blooded. It led to poor decisions and now they had to pay its long awaited due to House Targaryen.

It was Princess Alliandra Martell, seventeen of age, who became the current ruler of Dorne. Her father, Qoren Martell died at the hands of Daemon's spies, years after the first war in the Stepstones, while she was still just a child, not to young to forget however.

She has made a fatal error by sending the majority of her forces to conquer the same barren islands. An inexperienced and reckless choice enabled by her own small council. A mistake that Maegor intends to fully exploit, using her negligence to strike at the heart of Sunspear itself. Now the city is weak and it beckons to him like a ripe fruit ready for picking. 

The distance between the Stepstones and Dorne is covered quickly on the back of a dragon as fast as the Cannibal, and by the break of noon a shadow begins to grow larger and larger upon the sand walls and buildings in Sunspear.

Rare clouds in the sky casting their shadow on the lands, the Dornish think  at first, until the form becomes larger and clearer and they hear the deafening roar that turns their blood cold under the desert sun.

They don't get the chance to react. Maegor spares no time or mercy and he allows the Cannibal to do what he loves the most.

Burn.

Mass hysteria settles in. The people below scatter in fear, scrambling with no direction, their voices echoing with cries of panic as they try to run for their lives and find a hole to hide in. 

But nothing escapes dragonfire.  

Fools did not keep a single Black Scorpion in the city, sending them all with the ships instead. Chaos erupts as the remaining soldiers scramble in a desperate attempt to defend their home. But the arrows shooting at the beast do nothing against the armor that were his dark scales. It was a futile struggle against the might of a dragon and the ambition of a Targaryen.

Every corner of the city is engulfed into blaze and panic. Maegor slowly becomes drunk with bloodlust and power, laying waste to everything below him. His ears pound with adrenaline. The hopeless screams of suffering fuel him more instead of making him take pity in them and cease his attack, while the Cannibal shows them why the smallfolk call him a harbringer of death.

By now half of Sunspear and its people were in flames. A blazing inferno.

The seat of House Martell is left untouched however, on purpose. Maegor wants them to watch from the balcony of their Old Palace how he turns sand into ashes. Break their minds first so that they will bend the knee easily. 

Burning the city continues, until he hears the loud rumble that reverberates through the air. The sign that Maegor was eagerly waiting to hear. It meant only long awaited victory and peace of mind for him, knowing that his lover is unscathed. Not that he ever doubted him or his dragon's might.

Aemond and Vhagar, having decimated the Dornish ships alongside the Seasnake's fleet, appear on the horizon and the older Prince's eye is fixed upon the blazing city, his nephew's masterpiece. The scorching ceases momentarily so that the two of them can be reunited in the air. Maegor wastes no time and takes the lead, flying the Cannibal straight towards the Old Palace with Vhagar on his tail, their presence a formidable display of power.

The two dragons land in front of the castle's gates, flattening whatever structures or humans were under them and the ground shakes under their sheer size. 

Aemond and Maegor dismount and they begin walking together in silence, stealing a few glances from eachother, towards the last feeble display of defiance. No one tries to oppose or stop them. The surviving Dornish soldiers, now faced with the terrifying presence of the Targaryen dragons, can only submit to their riders and they lay down their weapons as both beasts bare their sword like teeth.   

Even if she did not burn this time, the sight of Vhagar alone,  sends shivers down the spines of the Dornish people. The stories of Visenya Targaryen riding Vhagar during the time of Aegon the Conqueror have been passed down through generations. The dragon's flames had scorched the Dornish lands, leaving scars upon the sands that still whispered tales of devastation. 

Now, Vhagar's presence once again cast a long shadow over Dorne. The people see in her the  symbol of the Targaryen might that almost crushed their ancestors' resistance. And today might be the day when she might finish what she started decades ago.

As the two Targaryen enter the main hall of Old Palace, the Princess, her steward and two knights from her guard meet them halfway, the rest of her small council and the courtiers watch in fear and anxiety from the shadows, behind pillars or from balconies. Maegor notes how she immediately locks eyes with him and Aemond, walking with a regal aura around her, trying to seem like she is still in power while her city is smoldering.

Aemond watches her and her knights carefully, a hand on the hilt of his sword as his shoulder is pressed against his nephew's, both of them keeping close to each other at all times. If anything goes wrong he is confident him and Maegor alone could slice through all of them without the aid of their dragons.

"Alliandra Martell." Maegor calls out first, the tone of his voice cold and commanding.

"Maegor and Aemond Targaryen." She mirrors him but her tone is full of spite at the word 'Targaryen'. 

Maegor's jaw clenches slightly.

"Your pathetic attempts to claim the Stepstones have left your home vulnerable and weakened. Without an army too, I made sure of it." Aemond scoffs at her and the two knights exchange worried looks behind her back. A few gasps are heard throughout the hall at the news.

"Surrender now, and I will spare further bloodshed. Dorne shall bend the knee and unite under the Crown's rule with the rest of the kingdoms." Maegor wastes no time laying out exactly what he wants.  House Martell has no options left anyway. Him and Aemond could wipe out every trace of their bloodline, if bastard-making was not one of their main hobbies.

Hushed whispers begin to echo around the main hall, some blaming the poor decisions of the Princess and being in favor of uniting with the rest of the kingdoms. Even in Dorne, Targaryen loyalists emerge, especially in the face of death.

"Our sands have weathered countless storms, including you, Targaryens . We shall weather this one too." Princess Alliandra, her expression a mix of defiance and desperation, takes a step forward. 

"Dragonfire fire burns hotter than any Dornish sun, you should know this by now." Aemond says sharply.

"I'm being generous by giving you a choice, bend the knee and spare the rest of your city and people. I will take Dorne either way, it matters not to me if it's just sand and ash." Maegor was slowly starting to lose his patience going back and forth with her. The Princess needs to decide fast.

The courtiers' voices become louder by now but neither Princes pay attention to them.

"You're no better than Daemon Targaryen. He did the right thing by naming you after a mad tyrant. Perhaps you will have the same fate as him?"

"Watch your tongue." Aemond sneers at her, taking a step in front of Maegor, protectively.

The two Dornish knights both instinctively grip their curved swords.

The younger Prince places his hand on his uncle's elbow, rubbing an unseen thumb against the fabric of his coat to get him to relax. 

"Spare me the history lessons. You don't know anything about my house. And I'm starting to lose my patience." Maegor glares at her harshly. 

Time is ticking against the Martell. 

"Perhaps some more burning will make the Princess decide faster , wouldn't you say nephew?"

Before Maegor could answer his uncle, the steward excuses himself and takes Alliandra aside where they are joined by the rest of the Martell council. What begins as a hushed choir of whispers soon starts into senseless bickering and both Princes can feel their nerves stretched out to a breaking point, especially Maegor who was already irritated from the start.

"Your time has ran out Princess. I've been more than patient, considering I've been dealing with your Triarchy mongrels for a long time." Maegor barks, his voice echoing through the hall. This seems to finally get the Princess and her council to fall silent.

A subtle change is noted by both Princes, Alliandra Martell no longer holds her head high and confident, instead she is frowning at them with visible anger on her face.

Aemond keeps a close eye on her. Wary of the sudden change of attitude.

Instead of her coming before them again to speak, the steward, an elderly Martell man does, bowing his head and keeping it low when he closes some of the distance between them.

"My Princes, we accept your conditions and generous offer to unite under the same Crown, but we beg of you, spare the rest of Dorne."

This is it? All her initial defiance just to be outpowered by her own council?

Somehow Aemond is not buying it, but nonetheless he gives his nod of approval when his nephew glances at him, almost as surprised as him by the sudden change.

"Some wisdom at last." 

(Art by me)

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Time passes quickly and by the time the flames throughout the city die out, night settles in, as well as momentarily peace.

 Realizing that resistance is futile, the Martell Princess feigns submission and disappears from their sight, leaving her steward to invite Maegor and Aemond to a lavish feast in their honor as it was protocol. The Targaryen Princes, reluctantly accept the invitation, keeping their guard raised with a sense of caution lingering in their hearts, while the dragons still rest right where they were left, keeping guard and forbidding anyone to enter or exit the castle.

While preparations for the feast are taking place, Aemond never leaves his nephew's side. They are both given their own private quarters, but neither of them feel comfortable being alone in what not long ago was their enemy's lair. 

"We should send out ravens." Aemond suddenly speaks from the large divan he is lounging in. He raises his nose from a random Dornish book he picked to look at his nephew.

"I'm sure they found out from other sources by now." Maegor sighs, leaning back against the armchair he is sitting in. Weeks of build up exhaustion really caught up with him by now. All he wishes is to be done with this charade and fly out somewhere with Aemond where he would have some peace alone in his company. He's not exactly keen on breaking bread with the Dornish and faking enjoyment, especially since some hours ago he was burning down half of Sunspear.

"Which is why we should personally send ravens. Unless we want our families to go at each other's throat for this piece of land." Aemond puts down the book and stands up from the divan.

"You know they will either way. But if you insist, write the letter, uncle, I trust your words better than my own." Maegor closes his eyes, resting the back of his head against the armchair as he feels his uncle's fingers carding through his silver locks.

Just for a fleeting moment he wants to freeze time like this. Even behind enemy lines Aemond could put him at ease with simple gestures. 

"There's still some time left. Rest up my Prince." Aemond leans over to plant a kiss on his nephew's forehead before he takes a seat at the desk, paper and quill in hand.

The corners of Maegor's mouth twitch into a subtle smile and soon enough he dozes off, lulled by the sound of the hawk quill dragging ink against the paper.

With that, Aemond sets to work, allowing himself the freedom to carefully write a piece of information that none of the possible sources know. Not even his nephew, at least not yet. He keeps it short and brief, no need for bragging and boasting in a letter. 

They could do that later on when they would eventually return to the capital, or at least Aemond hopes they will. He still has to find a way to deal with his mother and grandfather and keep his drunkard and nosey brother at bay, if he wants to take Maegor back to King's Landing with him. For now their relationship needs to stay private, away from the prying ears and eyes of his Hightower side of the family. If the harsh slap that his mother would deliver to Aemond's face, would be the only consequence that resulted from their relationship becoming public, the Prince can gladly take it. But he knows there's no way the punishment will be so light. And worse, Maegor will surely suffer more gravely than him.

At least he comforts himself with the thought that Helaena would surely take their side and support them, she knows best what's it like to be unable to choose who you want to love.

Outside of the quarters, across the hallways, the ruckus of the servants making the final feast preparations grows louder. It doesn't take long for a guard to lightly knock on the door, without daring to enter. Aemond doesn't answer verbally, so that his nephew can be spared a few more moments of sleep. They'll attend the feast when they please, now that Dorne was under their rule.

Instead, he makes his way to the door and demands a raven cage to be sent over. Naturally the guard obeys and swiftly fulfills the command with no complaints. He is simply glad to be alive. Even if a lot of Dornish people hold deep hatred for the Targaryens, House Martell especially, they are now powerless. Between submission and dying an agonizing death ripped apart or burned to death by a dragon, the choice is obvious.

Once the letter is complete, the older Prince rereads it twice before writing another copy, sealing both of them with melted wax and the Targaryen seal.  Two ravens are sent with the letters, one meant for the Iron Throne and the other for Dragonstone.

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I pen this letter with a heart filled with pride and admiration for my beloved nephew, Prince Maegor Targaryen, Second of his name. In the recent war for the Stepstones, Prince Maegor displayed unparalleled courage, determination, and leadership. He led our forces with unwavering resolve, fought fiercely in the battles, and ultimately triumphed in conquering Sunspear and the lands of Dorne. He succeeded what the Conqueror before us could not, uniting all Seven Kingdoms under the same rule.

It is with great honor and privilege that I announce to you all that, in recognition of his valor and dedication, I proclaim Maegor Targaryen as the Prince of Dorne and Ruler of Sunspear. His tireless efforts and sacrifices have earned him this title, and I have no doubt that under the Crown, Dorne will see a new era of unity, prosperity, and peace.

In the name of House Targaryen and the Iron Throne, I ask all the Lords and Ladies of the Seven Kingdoms to recognize Prince Maegor  Targaryen as the rightful ruler of Dorne and offer their loyalty and support to his rule and rightful claim.

Prince Aemond Targaryen.

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The older Prince is positive his nephew will be as shocked as the recipients of the letters when he finds out about his titles. But he deserves them, and who else is better fit than Aemond to give them to him? 

Poor Maegor is still sleeping soundly in that armchair, exactly how his uncle left him. Aemond lets out a silent chuckle and barely brings himself to stand from the desk. He does not want to do this, but they need to show their faces for a few hours in the main hall at least, unless they want House Martell to get delusional ideas once again.

"Ñuha jorrāelagon, dombo ēdrugon." The older Prince whispers against his nephews ear.

Maegor jolts awake, finding Aemond looming over him, hands on both sides of the armchair.

"Qybor." Maegor groans at Aemond, his body relaxing in an instance at the familiar face so close to his own.

"It's time for the feast, nephew. You can rest more, after." Aemond smiles at his annoyed face. His hands are itching for more contact, but if they want to ever reach that feast he needs to keep himself in check. And his nephew.

Maegor groans louder in annoyance, rolling his eyes. He doesn't want to endure any second longer in the presence of any Martell or Dornishman.

"Don't worry, we can leave as soon as dawn breaks and we settle our affairs here. I've already sent out the letters." Aemond reassures him.

"No. We leave after the feast, I'm not planning to exceed my stay in Dorne." Maegor stands up stretching  his tired arms. Even at night the heat and dry air of the desert is unbearable, especially since he was still cladded in his dragonrider garments.  He could swear he has sand in his boots too.

"Our dragons are tired as well as we are. You especially. When was the last time you had a good night's sleep, Maegor?" Aemond rubs over his eyepatch, turning back to the desk to dispose of any drafts he started. 

Tiredness is slowly creeping on to him as well but he can endure it longer, after all his arrival is still a recent one. It was Maegor who had weeks of fighting before him and he's surprised that his nephew is still holding himself out so brazenly. It's to be expected, he's a dragon and a warrior.

"If my head wasn't spinning from all the Arbor wine that night, I'd say when I had you in my bed." Maegor follows his uncle, closing the distance between them. He hugs Aemond from behind, pressing him against the edge of the desk. 

In a year at most, Aemond is sure that Maegor will reach his height, if not even surpass him.

"You can have me in your bed again. After the feast." The older Prince emphasizes and turns around to face him. 

Maegor scoffs at the sound of that dreaded dinner again and drops his hands to his uncle's waist.

"Or I could have you now and we can forget about that whole charade. We can have our own celebration in private." The younger Prince presses his lips against the side of his uncle's neck.

Aemond exhales a shaky breath. He can feel his willpower and composure slowly slipping. His nephew is turning into a cunning fiend right before his eyes, but he has to resist the temptation.

"You know how things work, Maegor. Bare with it for just a few hours." He runs a hand through his nephew's hair, untying the messy half ponytail that were keeping his silver bangs from Maegor's eyes.

Teeth suddenly sink into the side of his neck and Aemond lets out a soft wince. Someone clearly doesn't agree with him.

"Fine. But you need to make up for this, uncle." Maegor sighs dramatically and raises his head from his neck to look at him.

"Ao gīmigon kesan, ñuha dārilaros." Aemond chuckles. His nephew's childish stubborness and playful antics are like a breath of fresh air after the recent events.

A glint of something shines in the younger Prince's odd colored eyes.

Suddenly Maegor presses his lips against his uncle's and Aemond soon enough finds himself with his back flat against the desk, his nephew's body  pushing down on his own. 

Aemond groans in his mouth and Maegor keeps kissing him like his uncle is his sole lifeline. Wild and desperate. Maybe it was the pent up anger and exhaustion that gathered during the weeks at war, but he's starving and hungry for Aemond, worse than before their first night together.

A knock at the door reminds the older Prince that he needs to recollect his scattered thoughts and find his willpower again to be able to attend to their duties. However, Maegor doesn't seem to pay attention to it. 

His uncle's fist in his hair yanking his head back snaps Maegor out from his feverish state. They stare at each other a little longer and Aemond notes how wide his nephew's pupils are blown. 

You'll be the death of me.

Aemond clears his voice. Another knock, and the steward's voice excusing himself can be heard from outside the quarters.

Maegor slams a fist against the desk, groaning in annoyance as Aemond stands up, fixing his clothes before fixing his nephew's garments as well.

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The feast is held in the grand hall of Old Palace, with house Martell courtiers and Targaryen loyalist nobles gathering to witness the pivotal moment. 

Much to both of their irritation, the Princes are seated opposite from each other at the high table. Maegor next to the Martell Princess at one end and Aemond at the other end next to the steward.

The younger Prince could feel his blood boil the moment he sat himself in the chair and felt Princess Alliandra's presence uncomfortably close to him. This arrangement was on purpose, he's sure of it. 

Aemond watches him all the time and begs him silently to keep his calm, for his sake at least.  Maegor swallows down his anger and keeps his usual stoic facade in front of all the eyes that are upon him. Only one matters however, his uncle's violet gaze is the only ounce of comfort that keeps him grounded and collected.

All kinds of lavish dishes and drinks are brought out, carried by the servants on huge plates. Neither Aemond nor Maegor touch anything before they make sure everyone around them does. After all, if pride is the first thing house Martell is renowned for, poisons are a close second. They have to be vigilant.

Maegor tries to zone out and shut off all the noises and voices around him until he feels a light touch on his arm that makes his anger flare out instantly.

"Prince Maegor, I offer my deepest apologies. My house and people have a lot of pride, it's not like us to bend the knee so easily, surely you can understand." Alliandra Martell speaks in a smooth voice, rubbing her hand over his forearm.

For a swift second Maegor contemplates if he should rip her hand off but sucks in a sharp breath instead, removing his arm from her touch politely as he hums in approval. If he speaks now he'll say something that he'll regret. What is the Princess even playing at? First she wishes death upon him and now she's trying to seduce him.

At the opposite side of the table Aemond buries his nose in a wine cup so that the anger that makes his expression contort at the sight displayed before him doesn't become so obvious. His nephew meets his violet glare with an apologetic one and Aemond shakes his head. It's not Maegor's fault. They both have to bear this night without deciding to burn down the other half of Sunspear still standing.

The Martell Princess doesn't quite catch the hint unfortunately and keeps touching and trying to make conversation with Maegor. He's so tensed up he can feel his flesh hurting.

Suddenly she stands up, and the hall falls silent, the courtiers moving their attention to her. Aemond glares daggers at the Princess but it seems like she either does not see him or simply ignores him. 

"After many thoughts and advice from my council I wish to come forth with a proposal, one that will perhaps solidify the union between Dorne and the rest of the kingdoms." Alliandra says looking at Maegor with a smile on her lips, fake obviously, as she raises her wine cup.

The Prince raises an eyebrow and only nods, feigning interest. He's certain delusion runs deep through house Martell but he needs to play along for now.

"I propose we marry each other, that way we can strengthen our houses and forget about our clashes." 

Aemond's slams his empty wine cup loudly against the table, his grip tightening on the hilt of his sword at the audacity. All attention falls to him now.

However, before Aemond can utter a word, Maegor lets out a harsh, mocking laugh that reverberates through the grand hall. 

"Marry you? Have you forgotten your place, Princess? Shall I remind you that I've brought Dorne to its knees along with you? You must confuse the term prisoner with betrothed." Maegor lets out another chuckle, staring at the Martell from his chair.

"I haven't, but I believe this marriage would be beneficial to the realm and our houses." Alliandra's expression falters but she tries to keep her composure and deceitful smile.

The Prince scoffs, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He stands up from his chair, towering over the Martell Princess as he looks down on her.

"Half of Sunspear is in ruins, your army is charred and you've lost your kingdom. This isn't an alliance proposal, it's an act of pathetic desperation. And even if the circumstances were different, I already belong to someone Princess, someone who will have my heart until the end of time." Maegor eyes search for his uncle's for a moment then they return to lock with Alliandra's.  

With her plan crumbling before her, Princess Alliandra's expression turns dark with anger and her facade of hospitality is shattered as she returns to her true self from the beginning.

"You dare to mock and reject me?" she hisses, her hand reaching into a hidden pocket of her dress from behind, from an angle where Maegor can't see.

But Aemond can. And his sharp eye is following her closely as all of his senses are on high alert. 

"Have I not been clear enough, Princess? Stop embarrassing yourself any further in front of your whole court while I'm still asking nicely." Maegor scowls at her, clenching his jaw and fists and doing his best to control the anger that was boiling under his skin.

"Prince Maegor, Prince Aemond, I wish to make a toast." The old steward suddenly calls to the Targaryens as he stands up from his chair next to the older Prince, wine cup in hand.

This brief distraction is all that Alliandra needs. In a fit of rage and swift motions, she pulls out a small vial from the hidden pocket and quickly brings it to her lips. 

By the time Aemond snaps back his attention towards his nephew it's too late. 

With a sinister smirk, she forcefully presses her lips against Maegor's, forcing him to swallow down the liquid.

Gasps echoes through the hall as the horrifying scene unfolds before the courtier's eyes.

Maegor grabs her by the throat and she laughs in his face. He tries to choke her out but almost instantly he feels all the strength draining from his body. His knees buckle under his weight and he falls against the table, his vision clouding. A surge of immense pain follows and he grits his teeth trying to cling to consciousness.

"You treacherous harlot!" Letting out a snarl of desperation Aemond jumps over the table, drawing out his sword in the process and slicing through the steward who, no doubt had a big part to play in this sick plan. Only two foolish guards try to stop him from reaching the Princess, the same two from earlier. 

"I'll send your father my deepest condolences." Princess Alliandra leans over Maegor, whispering in his ear. 

"A shame though, you were such a looker." She traces a nail over a thin scar across his left cheek.

Adrenaline courses through his veins. Acting on instinct, Maegor musters all remaining strength left and, with a fierce determination, he hurls himself from Alliandra's embrace against the floor. He shoves his fingers down his throat, retching until he manages to vomit all of the contents of his stomach in an attempt to rid his body from the poison before it's too late.

Aemond mercilessly cuts through the guards, blinded by sheer fury before he rushes to his nephew's side.

"Seize her!" Aemond shouts but no one dares to move yet, too frozen with shock or fear or perhaps they are all part of her plan. 

The loud growls and restless rumbling of the two dragons right outside the castle walls reminds them of their presence and they quickly make up their minds. By now both beasts sensed something was wrong, especially the Cannibal through his strong bond with Maegor. Eventually house Martell's own guards finally seize their former ruler, awaiting further orders from the older Targaryen.

Princess Alliandra simply stares at Aemond with a satisfied smile on her lips. She knows the outcome of this, but if she can take at least one Targaryen with her, it's a victory in her book.

"Qibor.." Maegor coughs and lets out raspy breaths. 

"Shh Maegor. Ȳdra daor ȳdragon, vīlībagon. Nyke kostagon daor ojughagon ao." Aemond's hands tremble as they cup his nephew's face. Suddenly panic settles in, the thought of losing Maegor like this before they even got the chance to spend their days together is unbearable.

Whatever the poison, it is a very potent one and Maegor would surely be dead by now if it wasn't for his quick thinking. Judging by his state, there are still some traces of it left in his system.

Rushing to the table, Aemond grabs a bowl of salt and pours it into a water pitcher before running back to his nephew.  He forces Maegor to drink large gulps of salt water and waits until his nephew starts retching and vomiting again until there's nothing left to come out from his body.

"You fool, he already swallowed some of it. Your nephew will die and you will make sure to watch." A sudden laugh makes Aemond see red. 

The urge to cut Alliandra's head off her shoulders gnaws at him, but he can't allow her such a sweet, painless death. No. She needs to suffer the same way she made Maegor suffer.

"I'll make you pay. You and all of your treacherous leeches that aided you. Take her outside." The tone of Aemond's voice drops to a dangerously calm.

Throwing his nephew's arm over his shoulder and wrapping an arm around his waist, Aemond heaves him up. Maegor feels like he was threading the thin line between consciousness and total darkness while the sharp pain still tears through him, from head to toe. His legs feel boneless as he is suddenly raised up, but he struggles to stand despite the pain and helplesness and stumbles along, supported by his uncle. The guards follow, Alliandra now silent behind them. 

Even in this state, Maegor is raging in his head, angry that he ended up being defeated so easily. 

Angry that he cannot rip the Martell bitch limb by limb with his bare hands.

At the entrance of the Old Palace, the dragons are restless and distraught under the night sky. At the sight of his rider's weak body getting dragged by Aemond, the Cannibal lets out a roar, seething with fury. The beast lowers his head bearing his teeth and growling dangerously at Aemond. Vhagar rumbles and snaps her jaws in the air, close to Saagael's head as a warning.

"Daor! Lykirī!" The older Prince shouts at the two beasts. The last thing he needs is for them to start ripping each other apart.

Maegor groans painfully trying extend a hand to his dragon. The moment he lets go of his uncle however, he almost crumbles to the ground if not for Aemond to pull him back against his body.

The Cannibal lowers his head further, bringing it closer to his rider. He inhales and exhales deeply, taking in the scent of the young Prince before he lets out a low, silent cry.

"Ziry gōntan bisa." Aemond tells the beast and there's no doubt that he immediately understands by the way he reacts.

 Slitted sapphire eyes like Aemond's gem get locked on Alliandra's form. Her face suddenly drains of color when she meets the Cannibal's cold glare.

"Bring her over."  

The guards reluctantly obey and approach the Princes, all while both Vhagar and Saagael watch, sizing them up with a predatory glare as the men cower in fear before them. 

There's no trace of pride or ambition left on the Martell's face. All of her previous confidence and foolish bravery is now replaced by dread and fear.

"Mazverdagon zirȳ hīghagon." 

A final command is given.

Make them scream 

Before the guards or the Princess can react, both dragons lower their head in synch, opening their massive jaws and closing them around the three at the same time, with Alliandra being in the middle. Despite their sheer size, both Vhagar and the Cannibal act with precision, careful to keep their main target alive long enough to be able to feel the pain. The two guards are ripped apart swiftly and almost too painlessly, they aren't the main course however. Alliandra has the privilege of getting torn apart methodically, limb to limb like Maegor wished until her agonizing screams turn into a gurgles and eventually die out completely just as quick as they started. 

If they had any time to spare Aemond would have personally dealt with her, but Maegor is the priority now and he can feel him get weaker by the minute. There's no time to waste. He needs to take him to be tended by maesters as fast as possible.

Staying in Sunspear is not an option. After the scheme that Alliandra pulled on them, there's no one trustworthy in Dorne and he's not stupid to risk getting Maegor poisoned again and killed under the pretext of receiving medicine and care. 

The Stepstones are the closest, but even if the Seasnake's maesters are skilled, there's isn't a lot they can do with the few rations left and even less medicine.

The second closest option is King's Landing. That plan too falls through as Aemond can't risk suddenly bringing Maegor in such a vulnerable state. He barely got away with flying to the Stepstones in the first place, after much nagging from his mother and grandfather. It will raise up too much suspicion if he suddenly shows up with his nephew like this and it will surely cause an even bigger rift between their families as he's certain both Daemon and Rhaenyra would misinterpret and accuse him of poisoning the younger Prince instead.

So Aemond chooses the third option, the safest bet. For Maegor at least.

Dragonstone.

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Translations:

Ñuha jorrāelagon, dombo ēdrugon = My love, wake up

Qybor = Uncle

Ao gīmigon kesan, ñuha dārilaros = You know I will, my Prince

Ȳdra daor ȳdragon, vīlībagon. Nyke kostagon daor ojughagon ao = Don't speak, fight. I can't lose you

Ziry gōntan bisa = She did this

Mazverdagon zirȳ hīghagon = Make them scream

#aemond-targaryen #love is the death of duty #aemond targaryen #aemond one eye #aemond x oc #aemond x reader #aemond x male oc #aemond smut #aemond targaryen x oc #asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #game of thrones #got #hotd #house of the dragon #maegor targaryen #aemond fanfiction #aemond targaryen x maegor targaryen #hotd fanfic #maegor ii targaryen #targaryen smut #targcest #martell #dorne #sunspear #vhagar #the cannibal #asykriel #hotd aemond #fanfic

[romanarose]

Leather and Lace Master list

Santiago "Pope" Garcia X Fem!OC

*Completed*

(If you’re here bc I linked this in reference to a group sex fic, my apologies but I linked the wrong one in the initial post. You can find that on my masterlist, the Awakening series. This one has smut but not until latter. Sorry!)

Fic summary: While on a mission in Central America with Benny, Fish and Ironhead, Pope finds a girl tied up in the basement of a drug lord. She won't talk, won't look at him. Him and the girl get separated from the guys, and have to find their way back alone. Can Pope win Laci's trust? What happens to Laci when they get her back to safety?

Lovely lovely mood board created by @welcometostayingawake

Calligraphy by @poeedameronn

I'll have a Spotify playlist here! Comment any songs you think fit the vibe!

Chapter 1: Santiago Garcia finds a girl tied up in a basement. They get separated from his friends, can they make it back okay?

Chapter 2: Santi and Laci walk back to the meet-up point. Santi tries to break the ice, but even his charm struggles to break through to Laci.

Chapter 3: Santi and Benny board a plane back to the US. Santi reflects back on his last day with Laci. Will is being an ass.

Bonus Chapter: Vengo a Cantarle a Mi Amada

Chapter 4: Santi and Laci settle in Santi's home and share a brief, tender moment. Benny and Laci get along. Frankie has a cookout, Will keeps being an ass.

Chapter 5: Laci and Santiago find a special space for them. Santi has a night out with the guys, allowing Laci some much needed independence.

Laci before and after

Bonus chapter: Sick fic

Chapter 6: Benny and Laci spend the day together, must to Santi’s chagrin. Laci and Santi share a special moment.

Bonus chapter: Will’s perspective

Chapter 7: after a day in the park with Frankie and his little girl, Santi and Laci spend the evening in the woods, Laci suddenly very open. After things go further than Santi plans, things escalate.

Chapter 8: Santi makes his round of apologies. Later, Frankie has an emergency and Santi has to take Laci to Will, where Laci, Ben and Will have their own adventure.

Chapter 9: Santi takes Laci to one of Ben's fights. Later, Santi takes Laci on their first real date

Chapter 10: just a lot of smut, fluff, and hurt/comfort. That’s it

Chapter 11: Santi has to leave for a few days with Frankie and Will, leaving Laci with Benny.

Bonus Chapter: Santi’s revenge

Chapter 12: On a cabin trip, antics ensue, and Laci and Santi spend a special night together

Bonus stories

Friendsgiving: Laci and Santi invite the guys over for thanksgiving, and I made it as sweet as pecan pie.

Santiago can’t skate: Santi takes Laci ice skating with the guys, quickly realizes his mistake.

Christmas Tree Hunting: Frankie wanted a Christmas tree for Rosie, enlists the guys to help as he reflects on the past.

A Little Game: just some extra LaL smut

Leather and Lace and Daisies: Valentines Day special, Laci shows Santi just how much he means to her

A Reluctant Addition: Laci has a little request.

NSFW Alphabet: Santi and Laci and sex

Laci Learning to Drive: Non-canon

Continue the story with Frankie! Come read Take Your Time to see what Laci and the boys are up too!

Also, if anyone else makes art or a moodboard, I'll put it here as well! Thank y'all so much for your passionate about this fic, I love y'all!!!

When I posted the first chapter I assumed it would get a few likes and that's but not only does this story get interaction, but the people that read it are very passionate about this story, which is more important to me than anything else <3

This amazing mood board by @annautumnsoul 🥹 lots of cute things about it but the picture with Santi and his blue plaid pjs and Laci in her lil pink pjs is so fuvking cute and AAAAHHHH laci with her hand on his tummy 😭😭😭 the coloring is so nice all pastel and soft and girlie like Laci🥰

Art by @poeedameronn

#triple frontier #triple frontier fic #santiago pope garcia #oscar isaac #frankie catfish morales #pedro pascal #benny miller #garrett hedlund #william ironhead miller #charlie hunnam #santiago garcia fluff #santiago garcia hurt comfort #santiago garcia reader #santiago garcia OC #Santiago Garcia x fem!oc

[endereies]

Fuck it - Matt Sturniolo - Part 3

Spotify playlist:

Summary: Fem!oc x Matt Sturniolo

Growing up with parents who make her feel isolated, what happens when she meets Matt. A person who introduces her to new people, new experiences and new feelings.

Authors notes:

Love a little hint of backstory

Warnings: Swearing

Word count: 2865

Part 1 Part 2

“Is this something we are meant to do?” “Fuck it.

Alyia Pov:

The teacher kept droning on and on about any side topic that got brought up into conversation. While this was nothing new, I was starting to understand why Matt often fell asleep in this class. I may be skilled in this class yet all I ever wanted to do was leave or follow Matt’s actions. I had honestly tuned out her monotone voice at this point and had just tried to focus on the taps on my pen onto the recently replaced, marbled desks. I had begun to learn a new guitar riff but my timings were off each time. I used any spare pen from my pencil case and one of my headphones, concealed by my hair, to practice any chance I get. I just wish I learnt things a little faster than this.

I quickly mess up again on the rhythm of my taps and I sigh and push my pen away from me, watching it roll for a few seconds down the pages of my notebook before resting at the bottom. The palms of my hands rub against my eyes and drag themselves down my face, the friction waking my skin up enough to focus back onto the lecture. I pull the headphone out my ear and place it into my case, not concerned enough about the noise I make while doing so.

My head tilts back and I slouch into my seat, letting my body relax in its tired state. However, the teacher’s words grab my attention, when I suddenly hear the word ‘project’.

“Over the next month you all will be preparing for a presentation about several exams questions on what we have been studying since the start of the year. This is a vital project as it will take up 30% of your grade once presented. You will be studying each scene and its contents and finally will answer an exam question that will differ between each group.”

The whole class groans at this news and immediately start to complain in quiet mutters and whispers.

“Now, now. Since this is a big project, I will allow you to choose who you present this with, however I want this to be done in pairs.”

Students immediately turn to their friends and people next to them to discuss who they were going to work with. Some bickering has fallen among larger friend groups and I tried my best to tune them out as best as I could.

I remain still in my seat; this was one of the only classes I had without Jenny next to me and it wasn’t like I knew anyone enough in the class to form a whole project with.

I suddenly feel a patterned vibration from my pocket so I slide it out from my jacket and scan the screen. I saw Matt’s contact name at the top and I click on it hesitantly, confused by why he messaged me in class.

Matt🥁:

‘You wanna do this with me or nah?’

Alyia🎸:

‘You aren’t working with Chris?’

Matt🥁:

‘No, he is working with our friend Nate, he practically insisted that I ask you.’

Alyia🎸:

‘Uh-huh, I mean I’m down to work with you, I don’t exactly know anyone else in this class enough to even attempt to ask.’

Matt🥁:

‘Isn’t it a good thing you have me.’

Alyia🎸:

‘You keep telling yourself that matt.’

Matt🥁:

‘So how you wanna do this then?’

Alyia🎸:

‘What do you mean by that?’

Matt🥁:

‘Like you tryna go to my place or yours? I’m fine for either.’

Alyia🎸:

‘My place is chill, got plenty of space n shit.’

Matt🥁:

‘Perfect, send me the address and time, I’ll be there.’

-

My house was typically quite clean, a lack of people in the house was a helpful factor to it. However, recently I’ve found myself focused on other things rather than my average solitude. I wasn’t complaining by that, finally having company around was refreshing to me. Speaking of which, I was expecting Matt to arrive within the next half hour and I was getting more nervous by the minute. I’m never this nervous.

I kept recleaning areas repeatedly and it was starting to show with the irritation on my hands from the harsh chemicals. The constant picking on the skin surrounding my fingers wasn’t helping that situation much. I eventually retired to the sofa trying to get comfortable physically and mentally. My phone pings up with a message and I pick it up faster than I’d like to admit.

Matt🥁:

‘I’m just about to leave so I’ll be there in 10 minutes? Is that alright?’

I tap the screen repeatedly, going back and forth between responses several times before finally sending it.

Alyia🎸:

‘Yeah of course, see you’

Ten minutes. I slip my tongue between my lips before pursing my lips. I debate for a bit before standing up from the sofa and grabbing my backpack from downstairs and taking it to my room. I watch it slowly tilt on its side and falling quietly onto the carpet, only taking my eyes off it to get some food from the kitchen. Collections of random snacks and confectionary are stacked on my kitchen side alongside a few drinks, mostly consisting of sodas from my fridge. The longer the drinks sit on the side, the more the condensation builds up around the can.

Ding.

My doorbell rings and I immediately swallow hard as I walk towards the door, hesitating before opening it. I was greeted by Matt who was wearing a grey and orange ransom hoodie paired with worn black jeans and his horse chain that hangs loosely around his neck. His white air forces weren’t as white as they once were and seem comfortably worn in, evident by creases and cracks in the leather. A belt from the same company as his hoodie wraps around his waist nicely. I make a quick scan of his full outfit before properly opening the door and allowing him to enter.

“Hey sorry I’m a little late, Nick practically begged me to drive him to Taco Bell” He rubs the back of his neck as he starts to walk inside.

“Oh, don’t worry about that, you’re actually on time.” I stand back from the door, now leaning against the wall allowing him more space to walk through.

“Really?” He leans the side of his body to the wall to balance himself when he begins to un-tie his shoelaces unsteadily.

“Mhm” I merely hum back a response, now walking past him to the open-planned kitchen. “Do you want a drink or snack…Or anything?”

I see his head lift up and face my direction when he puts his foot back onto the ground. He gives me a confused look before moving his shoes to the side of the entry way.

“Damn…” he mumbles, now approaching the side of snacks and drinks that are displayed neatly.

“I didn’t exactly know what you wanted or how much or… Well, I just didn’t know so I grabbed common shit from the stores and then raided my house. So, take it or leave it.” My words trail off and my voice dims in volume. Once I finished my sentence, I grabbed a can of Pepsi and opened it which filled the silence for a bit.

Matt’s hand trails and scans the items before picking up a small bottle of iced tea and a chocolate bar. He holds them for a bit before looking at me, almost for conformation. A weak smile spreads across my face before I nod at him.

“C’mon, let’s go up to my room and start this stupid project”

-

It had been over an hour and while I wish that I could say that this project was going well, it wasn’t. Matt and I had both read the essay questions over and over again and flicked between our book pages so much I had started to get paper cuts on top of other paper cuts. It was mostly my book that we went through, simply because Matt was asleep for half the lessons we needed and his hand writing was written in a way I wasn’t planning on deciphering through just yet. Next to us are multiple cans of sodas and drinks amongst the wrapper of crisps. My carpet is covered in sheets of paper aligned to try and help our organisation. While my room isn’t the smallest, the amount of paper challenged that idea almost immediately. The only room we had was the small spots we chose to sit in when we first started, only moving to get more food.

“Fuck, I’m stuck on the second question and I can’t seem to find much on the mind maps” Matt holds a few sheets in front of him; once his words get my attention, I realise that they are the mind maps I made a few lessons ago on different themes. He lets out an exasperated sigh and drops the papers from his hands and onto other sheets below.

“I haven’t got anything major for the third essay, a few weak links but nothing strong enough for a full paragraph.” I tap one of my pens against my lip and the sides of my face, occasionally pausing to focus on certain words. I scan the sheets that are sprawled across the floor, using my fingers to underline the sentences as I read them. Matt falls to silence next to me, watching my movements and following along with the words as quick as he can. I flip the pages over and over in a hope that something reveals itself to me but it only causes a headache to progress. I glance over to Matt who is shifting papers together and subsiding them into a pile to move in closer, now being sat beside me. My attention however tries to focus back onto the papers, my eyes relocating the section I was reading last.

“Wait, wait… go back to that last page a second?” Matt chimes from beside me and I simply respond by flipping the last page to the beginning and handing it to him.

“Hm? What’s up” I try to question him but he moves back to where he sat a few minutes prior and grabbing a few sheets of paper.

“Look. In the beginning of scene 3, could you use that for the second part of the question, the part about the context” I tilt my head in response, also now reading the papers he gathered.

“Here…” He calms his voice and leans past my shoulder to point at words from my annotated sheets that I previously circled. “I found something you could use earlier” He passes me another sheet of paper and points to another section filled with similar annotations.

“Oh... yeah, I totally could…” My voice trails off as I start to read the points, I wrote down on the paper previously. “Thanks Matt.”

“Yeah, of course…no problem.” He offers me a small smile before taking a seat back next to me watching me write a basic plan down based on the points Matt pointed out to me.

“Hey, you wanna watch a movie or something?” I write the final few words and lean back to face Matt.

“You sure? What about your parents, won’t they be home soon or something?” his posture changed from the slouched position to a much more upright one but he droops his arm over his legs.

“Uh…no. They are actually on a business trip at the moment, they won’t be home for a week.” I practically mumble those words, trying to act as casual as I can, grabbing my phone to check the time.

“Really? For that long?”

“Yeah, I’ve gotten used to it though, I just hang out with some of my friends, like Jenny so it’s fine I guess.” I break our eye contact and start to stand up, brushing myself off once I do.

“Is it fun?” He looks up at me, his position remaining the same.

“Fun?”

“Yeah, like being alone, I’m sure you get to basically do whatever, no curfew and can hang out with your friends, whenever” Matt follows suit and stands up, being next to me once again.

“Yeah…sure so fun.” I shuffle my feet on the floor “So, movie?”

“Yeah…Movie.” He sees my change in my expression and changes the topic quickly. “Any genre or?”

 “I like too many movies to decide like that off the fly. Want to see what’s on Netflix? I can order in a pizza since it’s getting late if you would like”

“Are you sure, I can happily eat at home if it’s easier” Matt’s palm rubs against the back of his neck before brushing through his hair. His tone is softer than the one I’m used to.

“You like pepperoni?” I just tap on my phone, ignoring his comments. I glance up at him for confirmation and I receive a weak nod back.

-

We ended up picking ’10 things I hate about you’

It wasn’t the film I initially wanted to see since I had seen it before but I saw Matt’s smile when it popped on the screen for ‘popular on Netflix’ and how could I blame him. It’s a masterpiece of a film so I wasn’t complaining over the choice, I did regret, however, mentioning that I had seen it before. He was pointing out important parts and a few lines I’d ‘have to remember’ for 15 minutes until I said it. After that it was pure silence and it killed me. I’m not a fan of people talking in movies but I wanted it this time. I wanted him to speak to me or do anything other than just glare at the screen. The pizza had already arrived at this point and I had nothing much to mention at this section of the film. Matt was a person that I felt comfortable being around especially for extended amounts of time, this was one of the only times that I have seen him outside of the music room and we weren’t talking about what songs to practice next. I didn’t want him to only see me as a tool to get better at his instrument.

I wanted him to like me for me.

Since I started hanging out with him, I saw his friends who would stop by and it made me feel more alone than it should’ve done. I only really had Jenny and while she is my best friend, she had what I lacked. People. I slowly began to realise I lack in relationships with other people. My parents own isolation from me spread to my everyday life and all I really wanted was for that to change.

He saw me take glances in his direction and he looked at me with a puzzled face.

“Hey? You okay or something” He takes his attention off the film for the first time since it started.

“Is it hot in here or is it just me” I quickly change the focus of the conversation.

‘Get it together’

“I mean a little but I don’t mind, you alright?” He grabs the remote for the television and scans for the pause button on it and immediately puts his gaze back on me.

“Just gonna open a window back here” I push myself from the sofa and walk towards a window behind a beige curtain. Once I push the handle and feel a breeze of fresh air, its like my mindset changes immediately.

‘Maybe it was just anxiety or something’

I deeply inhale the cold air which brushes past my body and gives me goosebumps and taints my skin. I use the heat of my palm to soothe my skin before turning back towards Matt.

“Is the film good then?” I try and warm my expressions towards Matt and so I try and offer a smile hoping it doesn’t come across as sarcasm.

“I know you saw my smile when it came up before, you know I like this film” he lets out a breathy laugh as he wipes the side of his face in a mini attempt to hide his smile.

“True, can’t blame someone for liking a classic film, can I” I take my place back onto the sofa with the ends of my legs tucked into the edge of a blanket.

-

The film ends and I barely notice until I get a nudge from Matt on my shoulder.

“Hm?”

“Hey…the film just ended, are you tired?” I fully open my eyes to look at him as he is now stood in front of me.

“Nah I’m all good” I sit up properly and scan my surroundings, noticing his backpack as moved and things are rearranged. “You gonna head off then?”

“Yup, I better go before Nick and Chris start to interrogate me”

A short silence falls between us as I keep looking up at him.

“This was fun, other than the agonising school essays” He reaches for his backpack that he placed beside him and slings it over his shoulder.

“Agreed, I’ll see you tomorrow then?”

“You bet.”

@yuhayeee @st7rnioioss @melliflws @axolotllover225

#sturniolo #nick sturniolo #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo fanfic

[moonlitinks]

Writer Q&A Tag Game

Thank you to bestie @writingbyricochet for tagging me! CAN WE JUST START OFF WITH THAT LITTLE WRITING SNIPPET (AND THE KISS SCENE) THAT HAD ME SQUEALING??? I AM SO, SO EXCITED FOR PARADISE LIVED AND DIED. for anyone interested in this amazing writer, her answers are linked here!

1) What motivates you to write?

Whenever I sit there and read a good book in one sitting for hours. The magic. The characters. The romance. The ACTION. It just makes me realize that I want to ignite this same feeling to others, and I want to make my book feel like a second home for them to escape to <3

2) A line/short snippet of your writing that you are most proud/happy of. If not maybe share a line of someone else's work you love (just please credit them)

This is my most recent writing snippet that I'm just SO HAPPY TO WRITE I DON'T KNOW WHY

“Well, I think you’re a selfish—” Rip. The sound of her skirt tearing caused her to pause, and the magpie picked and picked at the edges of her dress. What was it doing? Bari grabbed at the remaining pieces before she exposed herself and got kicked out due to indecency. He stared at her with indifference, scowling like he could not take her at all. “There,” he said. “Now you have no reason to cling to me.” He snatched the magpie from the air and Bari cried out in alarm. Even the bird seemed to sense the dangerous aura that the he emitted, pecking at the space in between them. Altair paused at where the magpie pecked, and his gaze slipped for a second, enough to Bari to snatch her bird back, and the lantern in the other.  She really did need to get rid of the lantern, but it wouldn’t move because, apparently, even an enchanted object believed that she didn’t know what she wanted. “Tell me to take a voice.”

3) Which OC makes you smile every time you think/talk about them and what are they like?

Altair, because he's so complex. I always love a character that is more mysterious and has a lot of history to unpack behind them because of all the awful things they've done, but a lot of guilt and regret following them, too. Seeing their transformation arc is BEAUTIFUL.

4) What process of writing do you enjoy the most?

Drafting and creating plot twists! And brainstorming / daydreaming about ideas. If you can't tell, I'm not much of a plotter haha.

5) What part of writing do you think you are the best at? (Yes stroke your own ego it's okay)

Inner dialogue! And I think I really like getting in depth with characters, so you really know them.

6) What is something in the writeblr community is most enjoyable?

I think I love it because we're all honest about the writing process. Writing is really lonely and it actually can really drain you mentally without the right mindset. Personally, I have a lot of anxiety, so seeing people that understand me really makes me feel like I can write and simply enjoy it. It also makes me feel less alone.

7) A writing tool/device you use that helps you with writing? (It could be speech to text, a writing program etc)

Scrivener, my love. I also love watching author interviews like Chloe Gong and Stephanie Garber and just seeing what their drafting and publishing journey has been like, and it inspires me to write! Pinterest is also great for aesthetics, and Spotify is the best for playlists <3

8) A piece of worldbuilding that you like in your own story? (It could be the magic system, a particular place in the story, a law etc)

I love the Enchanted Kingdom (soon to be named...) I've built so far. It's filled with curses that have been unresolved in the first lives that these gods have lived, and now have reappeared to kinda ruin the Kingdom. My world is very fairytale slash studio ghibli esque, so I'm having so fun with the tidbits now!

9) What piece of advice would you say to encourage others to write if they are having a rough patch?

Oh, God. DO I KNOW THIS PERSONALLY. I swear my rough patch hasn't ended... writing after nearly not writing for a good two years really does something to you.

Writing is all about mindset. It doesn't matter how much of an oddball idea you have. If you don't believe in it, it'll never get finished. Every time I doubted myself, my anxiety got so bad I shut down immediately. And I was so worried about what other people would think when reading my books, that I stopped myself from writing the books I want to write in the first place. Whether you have people around you discouraging to write, or can't believe in yourself, at the end of the day, it's just you and your book. And what's the point of writing if you're just following a trend? Or slugging yourself to finish a book you can't even connect with? Each book is a piece of yourself, and I think the greatest realization I had is to write the story you want to read. And it doesn't matter if it's about some girl who makes a deal with a god to save her sister, or about some alien on a spaceship, or about carnivals! Writing is so amazing because you can connect with readers who enjoy the same things you do, but it all starts with believing in yourself first.

When you get stuck, don't panic. If you haven't read an article about how Boredom Leads to Creativity, maybe take a quick break about writing that first! Writing isn't about who finishes the book first, but it's about quality and a game of luck. Maybe you need a break away from writing. Maybe you need to reconnect with your characters. Maybe you're just tired of toiling over and over again on this plot line.

There is no set method to returning to your project. But what has helped me is learning why I want to write. It doesn't matter how much I return to my world, or try to force my characters into more trauma if there's no reason why I'm writing this. Like, is it to enjoy it? Is it to have people experience these feelings I've felt months ago, and hold importance to me? Even the simplest reasons are the deepest ones. <3

And finally (sorry this advice is literally a hundred pages long, can you tell I'm procrastinating right now?), writing is meant to be serious, but it's also meant to be fun. The draft is simply just that: a draft. You can get ideas from random lines you wrote, or even take out characters to write a different book about! Don't ruin the one thing you've learned to love. Personally, writing in fun / ugly fonts: Arial, Comic Sans, etc., has really helped me focus on what I want to say instead of whether this book will ever get queried or not. Set a routine. Write everyday, or don't if you're more of a mood writer. The instant you feel the itch to write, JUST FUCKING DO IT, OKAY. THIS IS A SIGN. It doesn't matter if it's a scene in the third act and you're only on chapter 1. It's a sign that the story wants you, and only you to write it.

FINALLY FINALLY, I swear this is my last piece of advice, and the shortest: Believe in yourself, even when no one else does. Writing is hard, but rewarding. I believe in you. <3

wowooww that was long, tagging @orphicpoieses @macabremoons @halfbit @leisoree @sleepysuiteheart @the-chaotic-writer @heymacareyna @hallwriteblr @sculpture-in-a-period-drama @pixelw0rds @thetruearchmagos + other mutuals and anyone who wants to participate! i would love to hear your responses, PLEASE.

#tag games #writing #writeblr #writers #writblr #writing community #writing inspiration #creative writing #wip #writersontumblr #writing memes #writerly memes #writerly woes #writer struggles #writing tips #writing advice

[yoongimain]

Need You To Be Sure | kth

You need all of the clarity that Taehyung won’t give you. 

Pairing: Taehyung x Femme!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Romance. 

Warnings: Vulgar language. Angst. Complicated boundaries. Complicated feelings. 420 blazing. ANGST.

Songs: What I Need - Haley Kiyoko, A Soulmate Who Wasn’t Meant To Be - Jess Benko

Words: 3,150

Taehyung - 1995

Femme Lead - 1998

Note: This is my attempt at a series, written as a gift for a dear friend of mine. Please let me know what you think in the comments as this is a new writing style for me and I would love the feedback! Writing style inspired by @kithtaehyung​

Some italicized lines are the OC’s thoughts! ​

Date Posted: 8/3/2022

Taehyung is beautiful. He is especially beautiful when you wake up first, and get to see the sunlight peek through the curtains and onto his face. His gentle breathing makes your heart flutter, and you can’t help but wonder if he also feels that way when he sees you. 

You snuggle into his chest more, allowing him to fully embrace you in his slumber. 

Taehyung and yourself have been close friends since your youth. You were both geeky kids in middle school, and even then a part of you always knew that you would end up recklessly in love with him. His goofy, childish charms were enough for anyone to. 

He grunted out a tired “Good morning, little bear.” and pressed a lazy kiss to the top of your head. His hands rubs your shoulder in an attempt to put you back to sleep. You smiled and wiggled your way up to his face again, kissing his lips to do the opposite. 

“Good morning sleepy head.” 

He smiled rolling you over and smothering your face with kisses, sending you into a fit of giggles. Nothing made your heart feel as full as these little moments with Taehyung. 

“We need to leave for class soon.” You pushed him to sit up and shook his arms around until his eyes were completely open. 

His eyes turned to crescents when he finally processed the very naked you covered in all of his marks before him. 

“Let's go take a quick shower then.” He wiggles his eyebrows and pulls you off of the bed along him and to the bathroom to start the day his way.  

---

“What time are you out today?” He asks from next to you on the bus. He kept his attention on his phone, scrolling endlessly on Instagram. 

“I’m out of here by four. You?” You say, scrolling through the private Spotify playlist he made for you. 

“Around five.” He answers, cutting your conversation short as you approach campus. He tugged on the string to alert the driver of his stop. 

“Happy Summer!” He simply smiles at you and gets off of the bus, heading straight to his lecture hall. 

Taehyung is beautiful, but it was moments like this that make you realize how unattainable he is. Things were complicated between the two of you. You were always clear on how you felt about Taehyung, but you could not move forward alone. Instead, you both keep dancing around in this state of uncertainty. 

Taehyung was always there for you when you needed him most. Since your childhood, he was the one that you spent your time with. Telling each other secrets and holding each other when times get rough. Your friendship was just too precious to lose over stupid feelings. 

Instead of making your feelings clear, you betray yourself by keeping your feelings hidden, watching him through each partner that did not deserve him. Relationships that turned him to his hoe phase. Each party you went to together always ended with him leaving with someone else. 

And tired of it all, you tried hooking up with someone too. 

It could have been the liquid courage that night, or the fact that Taehyung was already making out with some person you have never seen before in the corner of the room. You could never know what brought you to angrily smash your lips against the nerdy upperclassmen Namjoon Kim, but you did.  

Your little show did not last for long, as Taehyung came over and told Namjoon to get the fuck off of you and took you home. 

The only thing you heard the entire ride back was how disappointed he was and all his constant nagging. He was burning your ears off and you just simply had enough. 

“Guys like him are just trying to get in your pants.” He said, angrily gripping the steering wheel as he drove. 

“Oh! So you can get into anyone’s pants and it's totally fine, but if anyone else wants to get some it is a crime?” You finally spoke, now parked outside of his house. 

“What are you on about? This isn’t about me. This is about that koala looking asshole putting his hands on my little bear!” He argued, turning to you to make his point clear. 

You did not shy away and looked him straight in the eyes, your tears threatening to spill. 

“Of course it isn’t! And stop calling me that I’m not a fucking child anymore Taehyung!” 

All the anger left his face as he watched you in your vexation. 

“H-hey…” He started. He reached for you, but you quickly turned away. 

“You know what? I am over this shit.” You pushed the door open and slammed it after you. 

You thought you were ready to move on from Taehyung that night. You were once so sure that staying beside him would be enough. You thought that waiting for him to finally see you was enough. 

However, you knew, you would never be enough. You would always just be his best friend. You would always just be his little bear. 

With a heavy heart, you picked up your feet with whatever dignity you had left and trudged in the direction of your home. All of the complications you have tried to avoid have brought you there. 

“Hey, wait a second!” He called out from behind you. 

You knew that any confrontation from either of you would just change the dynamic of the friendship, and you just couldn’t deal with that right now. 

Don’t stop. Do not stop. You tell yourself. You picked up the pace and began to run. Your adrenaline pumping your alcohol struck blood through your veins. 

He continued to scream your name and chase you down the avenue. Once he caught up, he pulled you by the arm and made you turn to him. 

“What has gotten into you? What is all of this about?” He brought his hands up to your face to match your eye level. Something that always made your heart skip a million beats, and maybe was too intimate for the middle of the suburban street. 

What was the point in hiding it anyways? No matter what happens, our relationship will never be the same from this point. 

His eyes searched yours for any answers to the problem at hand. Internally your heart burned with what you have wanted to do for decades. 

You reached for his face, a million thoughts racing in your mind. Your eyes drift from his eyes, to his lips. 

Just do it! 

You pulled him to your level, pressing a firm kiss against his lips. All of the anxiety, hostility and resentment you felt dissipated. 

Your mind was empty. Once he returned the kiss full on, your heart was full. 

He had wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you in closer. A kiss that was worth a million words to you, and certainly too intimate for the suburban streets. 

You both had talked in his room that night. Mostly of your feelings and how long you have had them for. 

You both set boundaries. You didn’t want him to sleep around anymore, and he wasn’t ready to fully commit to any relationships. In all other words, it was complicated. 

Hence why you are now here, feeling like a super secret sneaky link almost a year later. 

---

“Aha! Alright, truth or dare?” Jimin drunkenly asks. 

Most of the mutual friends are gathered at Jimin’s house for a start-of-summer party. Half of the freshmen in attendance are already blacked out in their own corners. Designated drivers are all stressed out and babysitting their half conscious friends. 

You just stared at the bottle that was pointed to you, not knowing what to choose. You glance up to Taehyung who was leaning against the wall with a cup in his hand. His white shirt was tucked into a pair of green corduroys. 

God- my favorite color. 

And they look amazing on him. 

“Tick tock!” Jimin slurred, bringing your attention back to the matter at hand. 

“Uh, truth?” You respond, still thinking about how delicious Taehyung’s arms looked in that t-shirt. 

“I hope you don’t think you are playing it safe.” Jimin thought aloud. “Is there anyone you would sleep with in this room?” 

Taehyung’s ears perked up, but he kept a nonchalant look on his face. Everyone in the circle was silent, anticipating your answer. 

“Yes.” You smiled. Of course no one actually knew how active you were considering Taehyung’s reluctance to say so. 

Your hand reaches for the bottle and gives it a spin. Everyone watching the glass slow down to a stop right in front of Namjoon, who is sitting beside you. 

Taehyung straightens up in form, still uncomfortable with the fact that Namjoon and I had kissed before. 

“Truth or dare?” You asked. You watch Namjoon smile confidently, asking for a good dare. 

“See! Not everyone is as boring as you are!” Jimin laughs out loud. I ignored the comment though, and gave a task for the nerdy tree.

“Kiss the most attractive person in the room.” I say, gesturing to everyone in the room. He shrugged his shoulders and took a big gulp of his drink. 

Namjoon pulled me from the floor, onto his lap. 

“You asked for it.” He says, putting a hand at the base of your neck to pull your lips to his. 

Before my mind can even process the situation I am in, I am pulled away by a raging Taehyung. 

Taehyung who, in all his anger, pulled you straight to your feet. He tugs you behind his back as asks Namjoon what he thinks he is doing. 

Namjoon pushed his tongue on his cheek and stood up, facing the cockblock second time offender. 

“I believe we were playing the game, Taehyung.” He says, crossing his arms in defense. 

“You are outside of your fucking mind Namjoon. I thought I already warned you not to mess with them.” He says, referring to the toss up they had a few days after that party a year ago. A toss up that was making a comeback at this event, now. 

“That's funny because I don’t recall them being in a relationship?” The taller opponent backs. 

“You said to never touch your person ever again, and yet they aren’t even yours. Now, how does that work?” 

Taehyung could not hold his anger any longer, and took a swing at Namjoon. Namjoon falls back which causes a domino effect of everyone rushing to his aid while others hold Taehyung back from jumping him any further. 

“Don’t make me repeat myself again Namjoon! Or you are fucking dead!” He screams as Jimin and another mutual friend Jungkook pulls him out of the house. 

You quickly gather your belongings and run outside to a seething Taehyung. Jungkook and Jimin tried to calm him down, with little to no success. 

The pair had firm hands on his shoulders, talking to him almost at a whisper. 

“Taehyung?” You finally speak, taking the attention from the trio. 

Your secret partner pushes through the other two, and takes you by the wrist. 

“Don’t bring that asshole around me again.” He says while passing Jimin. He walked you to his car that is parked about two blocks down. His pace leaves the soles of your feet burning against the rocky pavement.

“Taehyung.” You call out to him, with no response. Instead, he keeps his steady pace and rushes to his car that is now in vision. 

“Taehyung!” You scream. You pull your wrist back and root to one place, forcing Taehyung to turn to you. 

“What?! You want to go back in there and fuck that bastard in front of everyone, too?!” He shouts in anger. He ruffled his hair in frustration. 

“You know what? I’m over this shit.” He turns from you to walk away before you could throw a punch in, but you're faster than that. 

He knows better.

“Over what? Huh?” You stomp after him, momentarily forgetting the stinging at the bottom of your feet. 

“Whatever this fucking is!” He finally turns to you, gesturing to the space between the two of you. Through his eyes it was hard to understand what this would all mean for you both in the end. 

Was there really any use in holding on, if he was never in your hold in the first place? 

“So you refuse to be in a relationship with me, but you want me to treat you as if we are?” You ask him. 

“You know how I feel about you.” He tries to defend himself. 

How dare he use your weakness against you. Just as he did before, expecting you to bend to his needs again. Only each time this happened, your needs were left for another discussion. 

“Do I though? Because it just seems like you only see me anymore for a quick fuck when its convenient for you!” You burst, finally breaking into tears. “Which one of us is actually over this?” 

“Then what the hell else do you want from me bear?!” He shouts. “Stop using your fucking tears on me!” 

You could only scoff at his words, flipping this around and victimizing himself. 

“I need more Tae. More!” You frustratingly wipe your tears from your eyes. “More than just sex, more than just fucking participation.” 

He gnawed on his bottom lip, unsure of what else to say to you. He sighs and stuffs a hand into his pocket. 

“Can we just talk about this at home?” He asks. Avoiding the topic, which is ultimately invalidating to your feelings that you just let out on him. 

It is hard to think that he would be this dismissive of you, considering how much you have both been through. When was it that he had changed? 

“What, for you to keep us a secret even more? No!” You state, wrapping your arms around his waist. 

“Do you want to be with me, or not?” You ask, scanning his face for any answers you could possibly find. 

You hate that you know him so well. You hate that his confused eyes are far easier to read than any book. You hate the gut feeling within you that says you need to just let this man go once and for all. And even more…

“I don’t know, bear.” He says.

…You hate that he is telling the truth. 

He doesn’t know what he wants with you. 

Were you his best friend? Were you his partner? A casual fling that was never meant to happen? 

“Then, I think I should go.” You tell him in a whisper. 

You pulled your arms away and gave a short “Good bye.” as severance. 

You turn your back and walk back to the house. Your vision on your bright phone screen is blurring out by your tears. 

Each step you took shattered your heart a little more. 

Though you know this fight would come sooner or later, you still wished you had a little more time to push it off. 

A little more time as his little bear. 

--

“Hey, you need to get up at some point.” Your sister knocks on your door. 

Cursed be rooming with your sibling. 

It has been three days since the summer party fiasco. 

Seventy-two hours since you lost your best friend. 

You stayed in your bed for most of the time. Sleeping your pain away and reliving your decision each time you open your eyes. 

You knew that you would need to leave this deal with Taehyung at some point in time, but there was nothing that would ever prepare you for it.  

You roll over and tap on the screen of your cell phone. Messages flood your phone from friends who witnessed the fight. Jimin, wondering if you were okay. Jungkook, messaging you for Jimin. Namjoon, apologizing for causing conflict between you and Taehyung. 

Taehyung?

Nothing. 

Not a text. 

Not a call. 

Radio silence that draws new tears from your previously soaked eyes. 

You finally bring your feet to the floor and carry your weight off of the bed. Your sister is still knocking on the door, refusing to leave until you unlock the door. 

“I’m coming.” You croak out, unlocking the bedroom door. 

“Alright. I want you to take a shower, come out and eat, and then we will watch a movie.” She ordered. 

“Even if you just stand under the water, please take a good twenty minute shower. I am going to cook your favorite, okay?” She asks, turning you around to the bathroom in your bedroom. 

“Okay. Thank you.” You gave her a quick hug before closing the bathroom door. 

--

“I think it's pretty funny that they even kept him on this show after all of that controversy.” Your sister refers to a character in the romcom you both watch. 

You nod in response, but your mind is still lingering on Taehyung. 

You want to know where he has been. 

Just as much as you want to know why he hasn’t sent a single message. 

“Hey, what is on your mind?” Your sister scoots closer to you, pausing the show. 

“I just want to know where he is, you know? Like, what he is thinking.” You fiddled with your phone in your lap. Your eyes start to water again, and you shrink back into the couch. 

“Well from what I understand of Taehyung, seeing as you both grew up together, He is very dense.” She says, lighting a blunt to mellow the mood. 

“He is so dense that he might just need some time to himself to really think about everything you have said.” She reassures, and continues to tell you Taehyung might contact you soon enough. 

The only thing your sister doesn’t understand is that he has had over a year to think about it all. 

Over a year to know if he wanted you or not. 

Over a year of experiencing your love. 

But he is still confused. 

You simply could not give anymore of yourself to him until he knows for certain what relationship you both have. 

She passes you the blunt, and you take a slow drag. Keeping the smoke inhaled for as long as you could before releasing. 

“Or you can just take the time you need and hang out with friends instead of waiting for his dumbass to call.” 

You chuckle and hand the blunt back over to her. 

“Yeah, I guess you are right.” You unlock your phone and check your notifications. Messages from various mutual friends flood your phone, but one specifically catches your eyes. 

Jimin: “Attachment.img”

Jimin: I thought you deserve to know. 

You open your messages with Jimin and find a photo that makes your heart contort. 

Everything around you just… stops.

Note: Thank you for taking the time to read this. Like I mentioned before, please drop a comment below and let me know what you thought! 

#bts #bts fic #bts imagines #bts reactions #taehyung #fluff #angst #bts fanfic #taehyung x reader #bts v

[ink-flavored]

Playlist Title Tag Game

Tagged by @jezifster a few days ago! thanks!

Rules: post a screenshot or a list of your playlist titles and tag some friends. If you're tagged, send op an ask about one of their playlists, then add your own.

well lucky for all of you people, i fucking love playlists!!! i also sort them into fun little folders :3 i have plenty saved that aren't created by me, but for the sake of brevity i'll only list the ones i've personally made:

to listen

personal

together

creation

songs that make me fuckibg lose it

gender songs

chores playlist

songs to ruin your voice to

spotify wrapped 2022 but good

spotify wrapped 2023 but good

chill moody

groove time

turn up

rock and/or roll

rock out

brand new sound

rock-adjacent

idk what genre but it vibes

on broadway

lofi beats to study/relax to

girls (evil)

get sillay

dance

choreo/warm-up

ballet soundtracks

the story

Other Cultures

kpop playlist

jrock playlist

انا احب تلك الأغنية

saharan blues

in french

WIP Playlists

songs that remind us of Cut Off

songs that remind us of HHSH

Angle of Appraoch

AOAdjacent

It Takes an Honest Man

yeehaw au

stripper au

domino's next hottest monster

100 Years of Gold

pride & justice

The God-Dragon's Wife

OC Playlists

pride

justice

fandom

anime OPs that go unreasonably hard

lio focaccia

motherfucking dragons

songs to get killed in hades to

songs that give me inexplicable ygo feelings

puzzleangst

puzzlehappy

Millennium: Golden Years

D&D Characters

sa'bath noxorus

zermus quest

SJW Bullshit

songs to be antifa to

shitposts

memes

songs that have blues in the name

Blues

shades of blues

Jazz

ya like jazz

Country

cowboy music

Tagging (no pressure!): @polyphonetic @elegant-paper-collection @duelistkingdom @sigridhawke @nofacednerd @zeenimf and anyone else who wants to! go nuts!

#annika talks #not writing #ask game #long post

[muniimyg]

hi!! would you ever make a playlist of songs that c2u jk would dedicate to oc? please I would love to see what kind of songs this simp would associate with her!! or let readers suggest songs hehe :)

love this ask ughhh

spotify link

songs listed: 1-5 jk // 6-10 oc

valentina - daniel ceaser some way - nav & the weekend let em' know - bryson tiller yes or no - jungkook confidential - nieman killing me - omar apollo agora hills - doja cat slut! - taylor swift six thirty - ariana grande close to you - frank ocean

also if anyone else has song suggestions for c2u couple ,, comment below !!! mwahh

#ask muni #💌: anon #fic: c2u jk #🤍: fave ask

[thesixthimmortal]

Coming out! (Hatchetfield Oc)

How did the characters react when Dina came out to them? (In timeline order)

EMMA (TGWDLM):

I think she would be chill to be honest

She will sometimes missgender them but them quickly correct herself and apologize

Definitely have a little pride flag outside the caffe.

Not so much but at least it's positive

PAUL (TGWDLM)

Would be asking them about it but will accept them

Might also be questioning about his sexuality

Supportive uncle <3

LEX (BF)

"Cool"

The first person Dina came out to

Will hit anyone who will treat them wrong or missgender them

Will also be questioning herself but try to ignore it (impossible to ignore it doe, especially when everything reminds her of Dina)

ETHAN (BF)

He's not homophobic, but he is j e a l o u s of how Dina and Lex hang out than how he and Lex does

And he can't help but ask lex out INFRONT of them, like he didn't mean it but he don't want to wait any longer (Couldn't find the right time to ask her out)

But he did let them paint his nails black one time so...

GENERAL MCNAMARA (BF and TGWDLM)

He doesn't care, is supportive but have other things to think of.

TOM (BF)

Even if it doesn't seem it, but hes is the best ally ever

HE BOUGHT THEM A PRIDE FLAG BECAUSE THEY COULDN'T AFFORD IT!

AND HE GOT THEM A RAINBOW CAKE FOR THEIR 17TH BIRTHDAY (Becky's idea)

Wears "Gays lives matter" pin on pride month

BECKY (BF)

Okay, I really headcanon her as trans

Dina shows up in the hospital with a broken bone, she asks them what happened, Someone broke their arm

"Why if you don't mind me asking?" "Because...I'm Nonbinary"

SHE'S START TEARING UP ON THAT BECAUSE SHE'LL ALSO GET BEAT UP BACK THEN (headcanon)

Is the shoudler to cry on

Best mom ever <3

HANNAH (BF)

It’s happy that they told her but probably already knew

might be into girls herself ( but she’s still young so We don’t know)

STEPH (NPMD)

Yeah she's totally cool with it

Yeah...Is there anything else???

Make them a pride playlist on spotify

PETE (NPMD)

Would and probably tell them about ruth at some point

But supportive <3

RICHIE (NPMD)

"NONBINARY PEOPLE EXISTS?" (THOUGHT THIS WAS FUNNY IN MY HEAD)

Will recommend them GL animes or mangas

Will wear a pride pin <3 and go with them at pride parade

RUTH (NPMD)

She gets so excited that Dina is bi as well (will also somehow have a crush on them BSKBSBSJS)

Wearing matching bi pins <3

They're like the cool aunt to Ruth

and they would recommend gay series/films or books to Ruth, and she’ll of course go to pride parade with them

GRACE (NPMD)

Okay….listen

She overhead some bitch who said something homophobic about them

At the start she doesn’t talk to them, doesn’t even look at their way

but when Max went missing she kinda forgot about their sexuality and did start talk to them again

at least she call them by their pronouns, even if she doesn’t like it

”Do you hate dirty dudes?” “Yes..?” “Would you ever kill one?” “……Why are you asking me this-“

bit unsure if she’s homophobic after getting the book..

THE LORDS IN BLACK (NPMD and NIGHTMARE TIME SERIES)

They already KNEW, they have been watching them since TGWDLM

Blinky find out first when he saw Dina’s fantasies about Lex

but they’re ally’s, of course they are (Is it bad that I wanna head canon Blinky as gender-fluid? Or weirdly headcanon Nibbly as a femboy, okay I’m shutting up now..)

DANIEL ( DINA’S BROTHER)

Homopho-

JUST KIDDING, straight or not he will hate them no matter what, but will call them slurs when he’s drunk

beat the shit out of someone when they actually being homophobic to them.

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A/N: anyone else I forgot to write about?

#nerdy prudes must die #tgwdlm #black friday #the guy who didn't like musicals #hatchetfield universe #hatchetfield series #hatchetverse #Ocs

[cjcraziness]

Fe OC Week - Day 4 - Tradegy @fe-oc-week

(Decided to do another post as I missed yesterday with a different OC)

Name: Elrin

Quick Introduction:

Bio:

Twin Brother to the Divine Dragon Alear. A Fell Dragon Child with a knack for magic and melee, a stern exterior and deep love for all his siblings past or present, he is protective with a hard edge...  

Having died before Alear had gone to sleep, the Divine One meets him again when they go back to ancient Gradlon as Elrin is guarding the crystal instead of past Alear. After this battle, he realised what Alear was trying to do and decided to join them. Following them back to the present day.  

Elrin struggles to find his place in the present, while his Sibling is now a Divine Dragon and fights for the side the two had once fought to extinguish. Regardless of his Sibling’s change, Elrin still defines himself as a strong Fell Dragon, knowing even if he is not sure of the new world he has found himself within... He will always be there for his siblings.

  

Personality:  

Above all else, Elrin loves his family. Yet, Elrin’s family has shrunk over the many years he had lived in Gradlon... In the end, he realised he could not save anyone from his father’s wrath or the endless War, choosing to try protect Alear and later Veyle. They deeply miss all those that had passed onwards.  

They are fiercely loyal and protective to his living siblings. Acting as an older brother figure as he did in the past. However, he can be easily manipulated due to his fierce protectiveness.   

He rarely but does have bouts of rage where he can become uncontrollable. This led to his original death at the hands of his twin sibling Alear.  

Appearance:  

Crimson eyes darker than Alear’s. Red hair is longer and slicked back. His skin is slightly more greyish like Sombron with scale on his cheeks in a freckle-like pattern. He is same height as Alear but with better posture and holds himself a big higher. He has a long scar across right his cheek. 

His Fell Dragon attire includes trousers unlike Alear’s shorts, and open Mage robes over his shirt and platformed shoes to make him taller. He wields a Nova tome and a sturdy but ordinary looking silver dagger.  

Tragedy:

I have a past fic explaining the tragic life and death of Elrin, before Alear came back before he was killed.

Also, they have a short spotify playlist for their vibes.

#fire emblem #fe engage #fire emblem engage #fe oc week #fe oc #my oc #fe engage oc

[ficbrish]

F.I.C.B.R.I.S.H.

Tagged by @sushee to make an URL playlist. Thank you! I love games like these!

Rules: Create a playlist matching the first letter of a song to each letter of your URL.

I'm completely obsessed with Vistarion [Astarion/Tav w my OC, Vistri as Tav], so I'll be extra af about this and choose songs that also fit my ship 💀

(Y'all I'm obsessed 😭)

BG3 SPOILERS BELOW

F - "Feeling Myself" by Nick Hakim [Spotify] [YouTube]

This is so Vistri and Astarion starting to fall in love. Maybe Act II, before they confess that this is something real. It's there, and it makes them happy, and they don't know what to do with it.

I - "I Dropped Out" by And The Kids [Spotify] [YouTube]

After the Cazador fight, like right after killing him. The time between that and the graveyard scene. They have their lives back, but both of them are also super triggered. (Vistri killed her abuser pre-canon, and Dark Urge Vistri has a slightly different version of that.) They're both just reeling, hopeful, and ragged. It's a brand new world.

C - "Come As You Are" by Nirvana [Spotify] [YouTube]

Accepting each other for who they are, as well as accepting themselves. They don't have to be perfect, they can just be Vistri and Astarion. This is a good thing, but it's also got a very deep pain attached to it for both of them. They're afraid of it, but it's also welcoming because they're there to accept and celebrate everything they learn about each other.

B - "Blah Blah Blah" by The Oozes [Spotify] [YouTube]

Their initial meeting. When Astarion tackles Vistri and holds his dagger at her throat, and she finally feels something other than numb. They don't trust each other because they recognize how similar they are right away. It's unsettling. They're drawn to each other and despise each other because of it. Flirting is knives. Their charms and witticisms are a subtextual war.

R - "Rocket" by Beyoncé [Spotify] [YouTube]

Act III, post-Cazador. Y'all know what this one is. Completely involved, devoted, passionate, rough lovemaking after they decide to live their lives again. Indulgently in love.

I - "I Found Out When the Day Had Come" - bb sway [Spotify] [YT]

After sleeping together that first time. It was "just fun" but they feel a euphoria they're not used to feeling. They have no idea they're falling in love.

S - "Sanctuary" by K.ZIA [Spotify] [YouTube]

Vistri and Astarion finding safety in non-sexual intimacy together after a lifetime of hypersexuality as a trauma response. Just laying together, holding hands, and talking for hours. Not needing to do or be anything. Not needing to perform to be worthy. Loved and adored exactly as they are without giving anything.

H - "HEATED" by Beyoncé [Spotify] [YouTube]

Post-canon. Astarion and Vistri ruling over the 7,000 vampire spawn in the Underdark. Happy, thriving, fabulous.

Tagging: (No pressure at all!) @malabadspice @ourladyofmaplemurder @elfjpeg @girlstandstill @lauraceaaee @tealenko @unicorn-farm @vela-ad-astra @ace-trash-boi (And anyone else who sees this and wants to play!)

#vistarion #astarion x tav #playlist game #balders gate 3 #bg3 spoilers #BrishFics

[surroundedbypearls]

Song Pic Saying Tag Game

Thank you for the tag @zeenimf, I love this idea for a game!! Here's their post, the vibes are immaculate

Rules: Pick an OC and post a song you relate to them, an image that represents them in some way (aesthetic, picrew, art, etc), and a quote of dialogue or narration from them. Totally feel free to expand and explain!

The vibes of my tagger's post have inspired me to write about 'To Catch the Sea' for this one! I was going to do one for Adam or Shay, but I'm going to do one for Caleb instead! For the uninitiated, Caleb Xie is Adam's roommate and best friend since he first moved to Duvréa to train under the oracles. He is the oldest of four (only boy) and his greatest ambition is to make his mark as a dragon soldier, the way his mother did before she was killed in action.

Song: The Courage Within by Future World Music

Spotify

Caleb doesn't have a theme song with lyrics on the TCTS playlist, but this score was always his song. It speaks to his determination, not to mention his inner turmoil.

Though when I heard the song 'you're on your own, kid' I also thought it had very Caleb-like energy. So here's a link to that and a little lyric snippet:

Youtube / Spotify I searched the party of better bodies just to learn that my dreams aren't rare you're on your own, kid. You always have been.

Picture: Collégiale Notre-Dame de Dinant

Though the landscape isn't quite the same, there's a scene where Caleb goes cliff-jumping with some other kids, when a strange sensation takes him over. Next thing he knows, he's jumped, and he's floating, and it's up to Adam to catch him before he drops.

Dialogue:

“Do you think if I lit the end of that robe on fire,” Caleb whispered, clenching his butter knife, “Would he figure out it was me?”

Caleb's always been gifted with fire, in particular.

Tagging @uv-ray-writes, @thatndginger, @mrbexwrites, and anyone else who wants to do it!

#my tag games #song pic saying tag games #my wips #oc: caleb xie #Youtube

[asykriel]

Love is the Death of Duty - 4.

® do not repost or translate !

☆ Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Male! Targaryen OC

☆ Status: Ongoing 

☆ Summary:  

“He is half of my heart.”

War made monsters of them all, but it also brought the two second sons together in a flurry of death, love, deceit and delusion. The story of Aemond Targaryen and the eldest son of Daemon and Rhaenyra, Maegor Targaryen, second of his name. 

☆ Warnings: Sexual content, explicit violence, dark themes, targcest etc.

☆ AO3 ☆ || ☆ Wattpad ☆

☆ CHAPTERS: (Prologue) / ( 1 ) / ( 2 ) / ( 3 ) / ( 4 ) / ( 5 ) / ( 6 ) / ( 7 ) / ( 8 ) / ( 9 ) / ( 10 ) / ( 11 ) / ( 12 ) / ( 13 ) / ( 14 ) / ( 15 ) / (16 - WIP)

☆ Masterlist ☆ ||  ☆ Spotify Playlist ☆

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Chapter 4

The early morning rays of sunshine found Maegor dozing off in the same place, leaning against the same wall in the training courtyard. Slowly opening his eyes, realization hits him and he jumps back up on his feet, groaning at the dull pain that was pulsing through his head. He cannot remember when he fell asleep but he reckons it was only for a brief moment judging by how exhausting he was feeling. An hour at most.

Everything that unfolded last night between him and Aemond was hazy and Maegor was fearful it might have been just a beautiful dream. He hoped not.

Maegor swiftly stretches his tired body and scans the yard. No one in sight yet. Thankfully it seemed too early for anyone to start their day. He makes advantage of the situation to return to his chambers unnoticed by any servants or guards as quick as possible. If anyone came across him at such an early hour it could come off as wrong. Maegor could be accused of spying or worse by the Queen or Otto Hightower considering how dear his family was to them.

Back in the safety of his chambers his eyes dart around the room, scanning it. It was strangely quiet. His elder brother was usually not a quiet sleeper, often mumbling or tossing and turning around while he slept. Growing suspicious, Maegor strides over to his brother's bedroom but he finds it empty. Maybe he took his bedroom by accident.

He darts to the other chamber. Empty. Something was not right.

"Jace?" He calls out, tensing up with a hand ready against the pommel of his Nightbringer. His senses were dulled by the exhaustion creeping in his body and he was starting to become paranoid. 

"I thought I told you to return to your chambers last night, boy." Daemon's sudden voice make Maegor flinch and unsheathe his sword instinctively. His father leans against the edge of the only table in the room and looks at the blade with a bored expression completely unfazed by the defensive display.

"I could not sleep, I went to train and clear my mind. Like I always do." Maegor points out but bows his head in apology and abruptly shoves Nightbringer back in its holster. His eyes hold his father's own ones, brazenly.

He forces his body to relax as best as he could be the reality of the situation was slowly hitting him. He was caught off guard in a vulnerable moment and it was unacceptable for a warrior to be. If it was an enemy Maegor would surely be dead by now. 

Daemon lets out and amused chuckle and hums in response. However his gaze is a harsh one on his son. A cold amethyst glare biting at his flesh and trying to drive him into a corner. 

He knows.

"Is that so? I believe the training was fruitful seeing as you are so exhausted." His father narrows his eyes and it frays at Maegor's anxiety and nerves. He swallows drily, keeping his best facade and nods in silence. A poor attempt to mislead Daemon like so many others have tried in the past but unlike him had terrible fates. 

The Rogue Prince could get under his skin the way no one else could even though he was always a great father to him and his other brothers as well. Firm but caring at the same time, not sheltering any of them like his mother did with his three half brothers. If they were enemies Maegor would have been terrified of him, but it gladdens him that they share blood and that he got mentored by him.

"Surely you must have had a sparring partner to drain you this good." The Rogue Prince hits his every nerve. Maegor could not deceive Daemon even if all of the gods came down to aid him. The man had a gift to see right through anyone's bullshit and manipulation. And it was him who taught him all his tricks, they would not best his lifetime teacher.

"I was alone. My brothers were already sleeping and I chose to not disturb them." His son keeps up with this farce, offering a poorly made up excuse without even thinking about it ahead of talking. But Maegor was too anxious to think. Half of his mind was still howling after Aemond and despite the threat of whatever punishment may come, he did not regret anything that happened last night.

"Do not lie to me boy. I was not referring to your brothers." Daemon scoffs at the pathetic excuse. Even if he wasn't a witness last night, hearing such a poor thought lie was enough to make him suspicious. Maegor rarely trained with his brothers anymore and if he did it was because Daemon himself ordered them to.

Curse the dragon blood and his father's ways of always mingling and finding everyone's secrets.

"Prince Aemond." His father presses the matter and Maegor starts pacing around the room to offer himself some kind of self comfort. He was cornered and there was no escape from the deadly dragon in front of him.

"Fair. I admit we were training together. The dinner made us both restless." Maegor groans in exasperation but his words come out more interpretable than initially thought. No sin was committed in his perspective. Daemon's torture seemed unreasonable. After all, the things his own father did in his youth could make even a seasoned prostitute turn beet red with shame. 

"Not just training it would seem. I know what you did son. I saw you." His father lets out a deceiving laugh and rubs the bridge of his nose. A clear statement, the tone in his voice is firm but holds no malice. Luckily to Maegor, his father always seemed to have a softer spot for him than all of his other children.

His firstborn son reminded of him of himself and his youthful days in so many ways. At least Maegor was more inhibited when it came to his instincts and preferred more orthodox outlets, such as training with the blade or studying. It made him nostalgic. But his son could not be cursed to become him, Daemon could at least spare him of that. It was enough that the boy was in his shadow and everyone expected - or dreaded - him to grow up to be a perfect copy of the Rogue Prince. The burden of legacy was a curse for all great characters it would seem. Targaryens especially.

Maegor stops his pacing abruptly at the accusation and his cheeks turn a shade of pink. They burn with shame, not with the shame of regret but with the shame of having his secret discovered by his very own father. Why him out of everyone else?

"I shall not punish you for something that only comes natural with age. But not him." Daemon offers brief reassurance, his words bring more pain than comfort when they reach Maegor's ears.

"It is him I want." Maegor instantly retorts, holding his ground bravely and surprising his father. A bold but genuine statement.

"You can have anyone but not him. Do you understand me?" Daemon clicks his tongue and shakes his head in disapproval. 

Maegor's hand curl up in fists as irritation starts pooling up in his body. 

"I refuse. I want my Prince Aemond." Simply, he presses on, defending his claim with a defiance that Daemon has never encountered before from his son. It makes his father blink twice.

"Your mother and I did not engage you with anyone because we wanted you to have the freedom to choose, but I am asking you, son, to choose anyone except Aemond. You might as well lay with the enemy, he is no different." Daemon warns but the cold glare he receives back from Maegor cuts right through him and he is taken slightly aback. This never happened before.

Enemy? 

Somehow he understands his son's choice but he cannot allow him to indulge it. Aemond Targaryen was an offspring of the Green bitch that was commanding in his brother's stead. His mind was poisoned by her as for the rest of her children.

 Aegon might have been the eldest but he was just a fool who enjoyed women and drinking too much, he posed little threat and Helaena was just a poor girl, quite delusional in Daemon's eyes, that had the misfortune of being born in that wretched family. The fourth and youngest child, Daeron, he did not know too well, but considering how quick he was shipped to Oldtown to be schooled and trained made Daemon assume he was no better than the cunt that was Otto Hightower.

However, it was the third child that was truly lethal. The dark display and the chaos the One Eyed Prince unleashed last night at the dinner was enough proof. The One Eyed Prince was dangerous and bloodthirsty - just like Daemon was- but there was something that made him the deadliest out of all the Greens and it wasn't just Vhagar. He saw how insatiable his desire was to get vengeance on his step sons last night. Daemon could not let his firstborn son to fall in the grasp of those vipers and lose him forever like he lost his own elder brother, Viserys to them.

"Father you do not understand. The yearning I feel for him is like an insatiable hunger, hollowing me dry." Maegor grasps his hair in anger and raises his voice at his father in desperation. The blood was rushing to his head again, making him dizzy but this time with anger.

"Put an end to this farce. You do not yearn for him, boy. These feelings are fleeting, you are young still." The Rogue Prince barks. He was starting to become increasingly irritated. The two rarely had arguments, and out of all the children, Daemon despised bickering with his firstbon son the most. Maegor's stubbornness and fire could only rival his and he knew they would clash harshly. His step sons never even dared contradicting him, let alone argue with him the way Maegor did. Normally, father and son would settle their disagreements on the sparring grounds after they would both be too tired and much calmer but right now Daemon had no intention to indulge him at all.

"It is my final decision. You will not go against it and you will not mention a word about him to your mother. Tis' for your own sake, Maegor. " Daemon concludes, waving a hand in dismissal already tired of the pointless tantrum and pleading speeches. He turns and makes his way to the door to leave the room and find something else to occupy his mind with.

"Aemond has been in my heart for six fucking years. He's always been. Always." Maegor shouts at him and pleads with his father careless that someone might hear him from the hallways. Let them hear. He would shout it in their faces if he could. His father snorts crudely at the confession which angers Maegor even further.

"We are returning to Dragonstone in the eve'. Gather your belongings and bid your farewells." Daemon leaves the chambers without looking back. Maegor finds himself alone with his fury and thoughts again and in a fit of blinding anger he kicks a wooden chair against the nearest wall. 

"Sīkudi nopāzmi!" 

If it were anything else Maegor would feel pathetic for begging his father and throwing a tantrum like a child whose toy has been taken. The matter was more important than that however. He refuses to give up on his claim. On Aemond. There was no one else in the world he wanted other than him.

The one time he was truly desiring something other than claiming his own dragon - and becoming a dragon rider -  he was being forbidden from taking it. 

Maegor starts pacing furiously around the room, thinking, planning something that could get him out of this dead end his own father has placed him in. In a moment of seething rage he redirects his anger and kicks another chair. This time the wood cracks and splits slightly under the force. He needed to calm himself soon or he would end up turning the whole chamber upside down.

Then Maegor - without thinking and being increasingly unreasonable - curses his half brothers, blaming them for receiving everything they wished for. Dragons, their childhood loves and titles of high esteem. Why was he any less worthy of? He who was above them in both study and sword. He who excelled after breaking blood and sweat while they were mediocre because they were sheltered and protected. There has always been a kind of rivalry between him and his three half brothers but such cold thoughts sometimes made Maegor truly loathe and envy them.

This new kind of boiling anger he was feeling was turning him into a different person. Maegor's thoughts were slowly starting to spiral out of control if he would not find a distraction soon. Something to soothe him. No comfort would be found here as long as he would be left alone to deal with his fury. But he knew Aemond would comfort him. Maegor needed him.

The young Prince storms out of the chambers and makes his way with a sole purpose in mind. He pays no mind to the guards and servants that threw him curious and weary looks but otherwise stayed out of his way. Anyone could tell he was furious, trudging akin to a wild beast that was caged in.

Luckily his memory was still as vivid as it was six years ago and countless hallways and chambers from the Red Keep remained mapped in his head so his target is relatively easy to find, without the risk of getting lost in the gigantic keep.

Maegor suddenly finds himself in front of the heavy door that was preventing him from entering Aemond's chambers. He was looking at it silently, contemplating whether or not to disturb him. Was he even here? He paid no mind to the two guards on either side of the door who were looking at him with confusion and a bit of curiosity.

"My Prince Maegor, shall we deliver a message to Prince Aemond on your behalf?" One of the guards clears his voice and asks with a tinge of hesitation on his tongue. 

After the events of the previous day in the throne hall where he mirrored his father and killed a  man with no hesitation in front of the King, people started becoming weary of Maegor as well, especially since they knew little about him or his character to make a proper judgement. All they knew was that he was the Rogue Prince's firstborn son and that he bore the name of the Conqueror's own son. 

"That would not be necessary. I have come to speak to him myself." Maegor shakes his head in disapproval and mirrors his father's gesture from earlier, pinching his nose bridge whilst deciding his next move.

The two guards briefly look at eachother, clearly baffled by the situation. Rare were the times when anyone wished to speak to Aemond Targaryen. Usually his presence was only requested through Ser Criston Cole by his mother or directly by the knight when the time for training came. Rarely it was Aegon drunk and bored out of his mind that wanted to get on his nerves by invading his private space, which only lasted for a few moments until Aemond's temper was quick to act and throw him out. Everyone else in the Red Keep was avoiding him, staying out of Aemond's way and his nasty temper. The eyepatch and the glimpse of the long scar from beneath were enough to scare others, but the way he carried himself and the power that came off him were truly terrifying.

Maegor was the opposite of terrified. He loved it. He loved his powerful presence. He loved how Aemond even scared his own family - Aegon and his venomous mother included.  He loved what he was doing to him. 

How could Maegor give up on him so easily just because his father demanded it? Because he thought he was the enemy.

Sucking in a breath he closes his eyes and rests his forehead against the door for a brief moment. Thinking, planning, deciding. His bright mind was surely his greatest curse as well.

"My Prince? Are you well?" The guards question, thinking he might have been sick from how he was acting.

Maegor was not well. He was ill. But not with a sickness that could be seen or cured.

The son of the Rogue Prince smiles weakly at the thought. He takes a deep breath. There was no gain without risk, his own father thought him that.

"Wait, my Prince!"

Maegor barges inside the chambers.

The guards go after the young Prince to remove him from the room but Maegor stops abruptly and pays no mind to the heavy armored hands on his shoulders that urge his departure.

Sitting at a desk with a book in his hands, Aemond stares at him with a surprised expression on his face. The One Eyed Prince looks exhausted and sleepless but Maegor thinks he's ethereal. Long silver hair was untied and let loose on his shoulders that were covered only by a black inner shirt. His scabbard with his sword was neatly placed on the desk next to him ready to be used if needed. The only thing that wasn't discarded was his eyepatch still covering his eye as usual.

"Clear the room." Aemond says, giving a brief and stern look to the two knights but immediately softening his gaze when it returns on Maegor.

The guards nod in unison, obeying the command and swiftly exit the chambers, leaving the two young Princes alone. Maegor holds his hands behind his back and fidgets with his fingers nervously. He has so much to tell Aemond but he feels a knot in his throat. How should he start? Did anything that happen last night mean as much to his uncle as it did to him? His mind was spiraling into an amalgamation of thoughts yet again.

Aemond observes him closely, scanning him from head to toe with a gaze that only seemed to be genuine and soft when he looked at the younger Prince. Something was off about his nephew, he looked startled and shaken and it wasn't clear to Aemond that it was his own doing. What exactly, he could not tell but he allows the silence, letting the younger Prince calm whatever storm was brewing inside him and find his words.

"Sleepless night?" Maegor asks the obvious. The slight change in his voice from his usual cold and confident tone, doesn't go unnoticed by the older Prince. Did he scare his nephew last night?

"For you as well it would seem." Aemond hums. Maegor remains silent just nodding in response. The scorching fire was still there. Aemond could see it in his nephew's eyes - lilac and blue - how they were piercing him the way no one else did. The older Prince was used with weary looks of fear or disdain from everyone around him but the way Maegor looked at him made him feel strangely alive and burning. As if he was on the brink of death and that was his only lifeline keeping him breathing. The only time he ever felt such feelings before was when he was a child and he claimed the beast that is Vhagar. Now it would seem Aemond was the one being claimed instead.

"Come, let us sit." The One Eyed Prince invites his nephew, seating himself on a large divan in front of a tea table, situated in the middle of the room. He pats the seat next to him to which Maegor obediently follows and mirrors Aemond's actions.

"Something is troubling you, nephew. Is it not?" Aemond presses on in a gentle tone. Indeed he was curious about the sudden change of demeanor but at the same time he did not wish to treat Maegor harshly by being impatient. After all he came to cherish him more than he initially thought. Being the second sons that were always the targets of taunting and crude pranks as children brought them closer to each other, at first unconsciously and now knowingly all due to the hardships they endured, Aemond more of them than anyone else. 

Maegor sighs deeply and lowers his head, holding his forehead with a hand. He was exhausted. Tired and angry. The argument he had with Daemon sucked him dry out of the last ounce of energy. Time was running fast and soon evening would come and his departure back to Dragonstone was inevitable. 

"You see right through me, my Prince." Maegor rubs his tired eyes with one hand and smiles weakly. Aemond sucks in a silent breath hearing his nephew address him by his title for the first time.

A hand suddenly reaches out and for a brief moment every fibre in Maegor's body tenses up to a painful point and then he relaxes in an instant. Aemond's fingers were running through his bright silver locks, stroking gently and soothing him down. It was the first time anyone besides himself and his mother -when he was a child- ever performed such a tender gesture on him.

"There are no others but us here. You can always speak freely to me." Aemond hums in a voice almost as soothing as his touch. 

Maegor closes his eyes and leans his head against his shoulder, akin to a feline as he lets himself be pet by his uncle. He wishes he could stop the passing of time so he could enjoy this forever.

"My fath- Daemon saw us last night in the sparring grounds. He came to my room this morning and forbid me to continue seeing you." Maegor mutters. The blood in his veins is warming up with anger as he recalls the moment. Aemond clicks his tongue in disapproval but remains silent, continuing with his soft gesture. 

"I am to bid you farewell and return to Dragonstone with my family this eve'." Maegor grips his hands together in frustration. His knuckles turn white but he is too angry to feel the pain.

"I am sorry nephew, however as much as it may upset your family and certainly my own as well, I refuse to put an end to this. They cannot forbid our wants, we are dragons after all and I want you." Aemond speaks firmly, grasping Maegor's hands with one of his own. The younger Prince thinks he might be delirious hearing his uncle speak so dearly of him. It makes his stomach twist in countless of knots hearing Aemond confess his desires before him.

"It gladdens me so much to hear you say this, uncle. It chases away all my doubts and it makes me powerful, I could fight an entire army by myself." Maegor sighs and slumps down on his back across the divan, resting his head in Aemond's lap. The older Prince is slightly taken aback by the sudden action but he relaxes it when he notices Maegor closing his eyes partly from the comfort but mostly because of the tiredness biting at his bones.

"And what kind of doubts might those be, nephew?" Aemond places a hand on Maegor's chest, resting it there while his other is still in his hair, carding through it slowly. 

It was as soothing for him as it was for the younger Prince. Neither of them ever had a moment of respite, they were both constantly on guard, tensed and on edge ready for anything. The second sons had to fight for their share unlike their other brothers that got everything on a silver platter. And now both of them were so atrociously touch starved.

"I was fearful I might be the only one getting scorched by this fire inside us. Scared that you might be offended by the affection I carry for you for these past six years, or that you might reject me and look down on me like you do with my half brothers." Maegor opens his eyes, fixing his gaze on his uncle as he lays his heart on a platter in front of the older Prince. If he wished to put a dagger through it at this very moment, Maegor's feelings would not change.

"You are a dragon, not like those bast- scoundrels. I never held any ill feelings for you nephew, quite the opposite." Aemond shakes his head, keeping a seemingly unbothered facade but his skin was getting hotter with every honest word his nephew spoke. His hand moved from Maegor's chest to rest on his throat, just under his chin only lightly applying pressure.

"My father told me this morning I could have anyone else in the world except you." Maegor meet's Aemond's violet eye and they are both set ablaze. His mind is getting hazy with desire.

"And?" Aemond's hand squeezes tighter.

"And I shouted in his face that it is you my body and heart yearn for. No one else. You claimed me as well that night you claimed Vhagar, uncle. " Aemond barely lets his nephew finish his words when he leans over him seal his lips shut with a searing kiss. The older Prince shifts his position until he gets on top of Maegor who was sprawled out on the divan.

Maegor groans softly in his mouth, taken aback by the sudden fervor but nonetheless reciprocates with the same passion. The younger Prince buries his hands through his uncle's long silver locks and pulls him closer, pressing their scorching bodies together. Their kiss deepens and becomes more aggressive - with teeth and biting and tongue - the hotter their shared blood starts to boil. The gentleness from the earlier tender touches was long replaced by the wildness of the dragon nature.

To Hell with Dragonstone. 

If there was any voice of reason and willpower left in Maegor's brain, at this moment it was all gone. The Queen herself could have walked in on them and he would have not stopped. Neither of them would have. 

Aemond's sinful mouth moves quickly from Maegor's lips to his throat, biting the skin softly and planting soft kisses along his jugular, drawing short gasps from his nephew's lips. In return, the younger Prince fumbles with the buttons on his uncle's shirt until he manages to undo them and run his hands all over, scratching across Aemond's milky white skin - his chest, his back, his shoulders. Maegor was branding his body on the back of his head. 

It was suffocating. Hot, blazing hot. Scorching like dragonfire and the two Princes were both willingly to burn together.

To Hell with Daemon's command. Nothing can stop me.

Hips are pressed harder together, drawing groans and gasps from both of them as they start to get increasingly more impatient and lost in themselves. Even the air around them gets unbearably hot. Aemond's deft fingers finds the laces to Maegor's leather trousers and undoes them hastily. His teeth meet with the juncture of his nephew's neck and they bite harshly at the same time his hot hand finds and grasps Maegor. The younger Prince moans loudly, startling himself so he clamps his hands over his mouth. The older Prince knowingly marks his nephew in a place where anyone could see. But he wanted them to see that Maegor belonged to him and him alone.

"No. Let me hear you my Prince, my ears only." Aemond looms over him and he murmurs into his knuckles that have gone white, urging Maegor to uncover his mouth with soft kisses. It makes Maegor shiver from head to toe hearing Aemond call him like that and having him switch to another tender gesture in the midst of their lust.

Nonetheless, the younger Prince shakes his head reluctantly, his pupils blown wide and his mind half lost. Aemond simply hums in response but there's a mischievous glint in his eye that makes him distrustful. 

Suddenly, his hand pulls his nephew's cock out of his trousers and he undoes his own trousers as well with the other one. Aemond grasps both of their burning erections together and they both moan in unison at their joining. Maegor's eyes slightly roll backwards when he feels this new sensation that tears right through his core, driving him beyond insanity. Sure, he touched himself before but having Aemond undo him like this was better than his craziest wet dreams.  His hands dart from covering his mouth to twist them in the collar of his uncle's shirt. An anchor of some sorts because he was afraid he was going to either drown or suffocate.

They start kissing again. Gasping for hair and moaning in each other's faces the faster Aemond's hands kept going. The speed and friction it was unbearable, both of the young Princes were painfully close but they were fighting to make it last just for a little longer. Consuming each other like this, like predators.

"I promise the next time I will see you uncle, I will meet you as a dragonrider." Maegor mutters in between messy kisses and moans. Aemond groans against his lips and his hands squeeze their cocks harder in response, going mad with ecstasy. 

"And I will claim you like you have claimed me." Maegor continues, darting one hand to grasp Aemond's own ones, urging them to put more pressure on their cocks as his other hand wraps around his uncle's throat. Maegor squeezes at his neck, mirroring what his uncle was doing inches lower.

"MaegorMaegorMaegor..."

Aemond moans his nephew's name like chanting a mantra or praying to a god. He comes undone, with Maegor following quickly after in a silent cry. The One Eyed Prince slumps on top of him, their ragged breaths echoing in unison throughout the chamber. They catch their breaths together wrapped around eacho ther like that, savoring every little second of the scarce time they have left together until the younger Prince's departure.

"A promise made must be kept." Aemond mutters a reminder in his hair, inhaling his nephew's scent, memorizing it. Neither of them knew when they would meet again. It could weeks, months even years. The future held many treacheries and uncertainties and it made them both uneasy but none the less certain about one another.

Maegor kisses him, this time softly and chastely, sealing the oath he just made to Aemond. 

"I always keep my promises.  It was you who taught me uncle."

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