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[prplocks]

💀🖤☠ gdragon wallpaper

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[daesungindistress]

𝙃𝘼𝙋𝙋𝙔 𝘽𝙄𝙍𝙏𝙃𝘿𝘼𝙔, 𝘿𝘼𝙀𝙎𝙐𝙉𝙂 ᵔ◡ᵔ✨

🖤2023.04.26🖤

#!!!! #bigbang #daesung #dlite #dlable #looking amazing!!! #(no earrings tho kinda bummed lol) #his beautiful hair his luscious locks #and that sweet lovely face 🤗 #happy birthday #happy daesung day

[moorishflower]

Us and the Moon (Dream/Hob, werewolf AU, COMPLETE)

Us and the Moon || Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling || Chapters 4 of 7 || Explicit

Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Werewolf, Werewolves, Dream of the Endless | Morpheus has PTSD, POV Hob Gadling, Story within a Story, Child Death, Minor Eleanor | Hob Gadling's Wife/Hob Gadling, PiningCanon-Typical Angst, Happy Ending, Historical References, Canon Retelling, Drowning, References to the Slave Trade, Confessions, Traumatized Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Hob Gadling Loves Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Scent Kink, Anal Fingering

Somehow, it always feels like Hob is meeting his oldest friend around the night of the full moon. It's been six centuries since Hob got the bite that turned him into a werewolf, and in all that time he's somehow managed to dance around telling Dream the truth. Tonight, though, he's determined to have out with it. The whole story, finally laid on the table…minus, of course, the part where he's been in love with Dream since at least the 1400s. No, that part can stay safely locked up for the rest of eternity as far as he's concerned. He's only just gotten Dream back into his life, and he doesn't dare ruin it any more than he already did in 1889. The werewolf thing, though, that's easy.

Read it on AO3 here! Currently chapters 1 and 2 are up

Thanks to the mods at @the-centennial-husbands-bigbang for all their hard work, my awesome artist @wolfgirl-valentine, and @dsudis for the beta! Please go check out the art by Wolffie, it's AMAZING and beautiful and so much effort went into each piece <3

#the sandman #the sandman fic #my fic #dream of the endless/hob gadling #dream/hob #dreamling #centennial husbands big bang 2024

[humanpurposes]

It Will Come Back

Chapter 1, You Know Better

Two sides of a family fight for their own claims to the Targaryen inheritance. Amongst the endless infighting, forced pleasantries and PR scandals, Jaya Velaryon finds herself face to face with a demon of her past, namely Aemond Targaryen. Love and hate are not emotions easily unlearned.

Series Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Aemond Targaryen x Jaya Velaryon (OFC)

Warnings: 18+, dark elements, targcest (uncle x niece relationship) toxic family dynamics, drinking, recreational drug use, manipulation (I guess?)

Words: 5800

A/n: Please make sure you read the warnings. If any of this stuff makes you uncomfortable feel free to give it a miss 🫶 Also serves as my (very very late) entry for Week 1 of the literary prompts for @hotd-bigbang

“He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.” -Wuthering Heights

6 years earlier...

Jaya leaned on her shoulder against the wall by the side door, waiting as inconspicuously as she could despite the fact she was dressed in a black crop top, skirt and pumps. Clearly, she had no intention of spending the evening at home.

She shifted her weight on her feet, pulled at the hem of her crop top and checked the pocket of her black denim jacket; pocket mirror, lipgloss, eyeliner, and the vintage lighter Aemond had slipped into her hands a few months ago. Every time she tried to give it back he wouldn’t take it. She smiled to herself as she traced her thumb over the engraving of a three headed dragon in the silver plating. He said he had found it in his father’s study years ago, but Viserys had enough of them to not notice that one had gone missing, apparently.

She froze when she heard footsteps coming down the stairs and through the hallway. They were too light to be Laenor’s, too quick to be Rhaenyra’s, too cautious to be Luke or Joff.

Jace appeared through the archway, a red blazer thrown over his shoulder, his shirt untucked and unbuttoned at the top to show off two chains, one gold, one silver. His perfectly white sneakers hardly made a sound against the hardwood floors. He tutted when he saw her.

“What?” she said, tightening her grip on the lighter in her pocket.

“Nothing,” he mumbled. “Let’s just get this over with.”

Jaya had a few memories of their apartments at the Red Keep. She considered the humbly named Queen’s Lodge to be the only home she had ever known. The house sat on a large estate in the corner of Queen’s Park, not too far from the centre of King’s Landing, but removed from the noise and chaos of the city. The front looked out over immaculately kept gardens while the back of the house was for leisure, the patio, the pool and the tennis court beyond that. The side door Jaya and Jace found themselves passing through every Friday night led out to a small orchard of apple trees.

Summer was fast approaching but the night air was far from warm. Once Jace had locked the door from the inside latch and pocketed the spare key, Jaya led him down the barely visible path, down to a denser grove of older, taller trees, to the iron fence that bordered the entire estate. Jace hoisted her up and over the fence before clambering after her.

Where the daylight saw countless people passing through the park, the Velaryon twins walked through darkness and silence along the boardwalk, down to the gates that were locked every day at sunset. 

Well, almost silence. Jace walked a few paces behind his sister, huffing and sighing pointedly.

“You don’t have to come if you don’t want to,” Jaya said over her shoulder, a fact she reminded him of every week.

“I’m not going to let you go alone,” Jace said.

She tried to appreciate the intention, but having him dragging his feet behind her, constantly complaining when he could just stay home was frankly getting exhausting.

“I won’t be alone,” she said, checking the last few texts on her phone.

The first read, Here.

Which was soon followed by, Hurry up. It’s fucking cold :)

Jaya giggled to herself and looked ahead. The gate was coming into view now, and so were the two girls waiting by it. 

They were both dressed in black, Sabby in a mini dress trimmed with lace, Alyssane in flared jeans, a Vivienne Westwood top and a pearl necklace. 

“Did you not think to bring a jacket, Sabs?” Jaya grinned as Jace helped her over the gate.

“It’s strategic,” Alysanne said, “she’ll complain she’s cold and some cool, sexy economics student will offer her his jacket.”

“Politics,” Sabby said, reaching to help Jaya as she slipped down. “Gods, you must be the first person to ever say ‘cool’, ‘sexy’ and ‘economics student’ in the same sentence.”

From the park it was only a short walk to the bus stop, and a matter of minutes until they reached Conquest Street. Jaya loved it, the energy buzzing in the streets as they passed the pubs and bars, music pulsing from every direction, people laughing and shouting to make themselves heard. 

From there she knew the way to Maegor’s Square without thinking. A few people lingered around the garden at the centre of the square and some leaned over the balconies in their aparments, smoking cigarettes and sipping expensive booze from mismatched glasses.

Then they came to the townhouse on the corner, with the emerald green door and the gold knocker in the shape of a dragon’s head. A bit on the nose, but their family were hardly known for their subtlety.

“I can’t believe you got us an invite to one of Aegon’s parties,” Alysanne hissed excitedly into her ear.

It was nothing really, Aegon wasn’t picky about the company he kept, and if anything, he liked picking up waifs and strays.

Jaya smiled as she checked her makeup in her pocket mirror. “Well, I am his favourite niece,” she said, smudging out the eyeliner in the corners of her eyes.

“You’re his only niece,” Jace grumbled.

“Exactly, no room for competition,” Jaya said, before applying another swipe of red lipgloss over her lips. “How do I look?” she asked the three of them.

Alysanne and Sabby immediately responded with praise that just seemed to float through her.

Jace tilted his head. For a moment Jaya thought she saw pity in her brother’s eyes.

“Beautiful,” he said, “you’re always beautiful.”

Jaya tutted. She didn’t mean her, she meant the makeup.

She tapped the knocker four times before being greeted by a haze of smoke, the smell of liquor and a slow psychedelic rock song playing from another room. The door had been opened by Arryk Cargyll, one of Aegon’s uni friends. He had a glass of clear liquid and ice in his hand and a cigarette hanging in the corner of his mouth. He hugged Jaya tightly and she beamed back, making a point to ask about his upcoming internship at Lannister Legal. He seemed impressed that she had remembered.

“Third year law,” she said to Alysanne and Sabby. “And he has a twin brother, Erryk. Politics,” she added with a wink. The girls giggled.

Jace settled for a quick handshake and a nod.

“Friends from school?” Arryk asked as he greeted the girls.

“Yeah, we’re all at Peremore’s,” Alysanne said, slotting herself beside him with a well-practised smile. They had another few weeks of classes before their final exams, but they all had their university applications confirmed. 

Arryk led them through the bodies lingering in the hallway, into the kitchen and Alysanne began the usual routine of telling him what she studied– Politics, Psychology and Literature– and her plans to do Law at Vale. Sabby looked a little sour.

Jaya made herself at home, leaning against the black marble countertop, grinning to herself as Arryk suggested opening a bottle of champagne. He poured out four glasses, keeping one for himself, handing one each to Sabby and Alysanne. He went to give the fourth to Jaya then looked to Jace with a look of embarrassment.

“It’s fine,” Jace said shortly, “I’ll get myself a beer–”

“Jacey boy!” a theatrical voice called as the double glass door to the garden swung open. Aegon Targaryen swept into the room with a cold breeze, slapping his hand down on his nephew’s shoulder.

Jaya briefly glanced around the room, searching for another head of silver hair. Her heart sank a little when she didn’t find it.

The angles of Aegon’s face made him look severe, especially when he smiled, but it was countered by his wide violet eyes with a softer, sadder look. He looked at Jaya, with a firm hand on Jace’s shoulder, and smiled. She smiled back.

“Made it at last,” Aegon said as Jace shrugged him off. “I thought you two were getting here early.”

“No I told you,” Jaya said, nodding to her friends, “I brought guests.”

Aegon could turn charm on like a switch. His voice suddenly took on a richer tone as he introduced himself to the girls, shaking their hands and pressing light kisses to their knuckles.

Jace plucked a green bottle from the fridge and began to drink, scowling at everyone between sips.

“Could you at least look like you’re having fun?” Jaya muttered into his ear as he settled beside her against the counter.

“What’s fun about this?” he replied.

She supposed she knew what he meant. These parties weren’t always as exciting as she wanted them to be, watching other people get wasted, sitting through not-entirely-sober lectures from Aegon’s friends, which really just felt like they were getting off to the sound of their own voices. It could be quite intimidating sometimes, but this was just how adults had fun.

She had this vision that one day something would just click. All the boring parts of parties would seem fun, the drinks wouldn’t taste as strong, the mindless small talk with people she didn’t know would make sense, the music wouldn’t feel so loud. 

For now she had her own reason for coming to Maegor’s Square every Friday night.

Her heart hummed when she heard footsteps coming from the hallway. A few voices muttered vague greetings which were met by a distant “hmm.” 

“Why haven’t you got a drink yet, Jaya?” Aegon asked and she realised she had yet to take the champagne from Arryk.

Suddenly the footsteps stopped and a thrill slipped down her spine. Someone was looming behind her. She could feel his breath on her neck and the heat radiating from his body.

“She’ll have some of this,” a low but soft voice said, holding out a glass of red wine in front of her. She recognised his hand, the veins and the tendons prominent underneath pale skin. The silver signet ring on his little finger, engraved with a three headed dragon. The scent of his perfume, woody and green, lingering with the smell of tobacco.

Jaya took the glass with her fingertips, trying to hide her delight as she turned over her shoulder to face him. Aemond gazed down at her with a gentle look in his blue eyes and the corners of his mouth curled into a small smile.

“What is it?” she asked, bringing it to her lips.

“It’s Dornish,” he said, “you’ll like it.”

She wasn’t sure if she liked it, so much as she could swallow it without wincing, but Aemond always seemed so happy when she liked the things he gave her. His eyes were fixed on her face as she took three small sips, and wiped away the red imprint of her lipgloss on the rim. It was sour and it left a slight burn on her tongue. She muttered an apology about the lipgloss but he didn’t seem to mind, drinking from the other side of the glass when he took it back. 

She kept her back to the others as Aegon, Arryk and the girls all became better acquainted. She stayed as close to Aemond as she dared, her chest a few inches from his, her neck craning to look up at him even with her heels.

“I missed you while you were away,” she said, fighting the urge to fiddle with the fabric of her skirt or the polished surface of her red painted nails.

Aemond’s mother liked to whisk her children away every year for a few weeks around spring break, usually to join the rest of the Hightower family at Honeywine Hall, an old manor house in the mountains. It sounded perfect, hiking, horse trails, swimming in reservoirs and trips into Oldtown. She lived as vicariously as she could through Aemond’s nightly phone calls and the souvenirs he had sent her, the postcards, the photographs and even a book he had found in a second-hand shop in Oldtown, a special edition of Wuthering Heights with gold lettering on a patterned cover.

She and Aemond exchanged any details they might have missed from their phone calls. She liked watching him talk, the way his lips moved, the bashful way he would avert his eyes from hers when he felt himself going off on a tangent. Equally she liked the way he watched her when it was her turn to speak, the brightness of his eyes, his almost smug expression and the smile lines in his cheeks.

“Oh!” she gasped, feeling her eyes going wide, “and I read Wuthering Heights.” Of course she had. She had devoured it within days of receiving the parcel from him.

Aemond smiled and her heart ignited. Most of the books she read came at his recommendation.

“What did you think?” he asked, trailing the tip of his index finger up and down his glass.

“I mean, you know how I feel about classics, and I suppose it was rather difficult to get into at first, but it was…” she gestured vaguely with her hand while she tried to think, before she settled on “haunting.”

“Haunting,” he echoed. “In a good way or a bad way?”

“In a beautiful way.”

His eyes were on hers, his lips settled into a look of calm content, perhaps even pride. She hoped it was pride. 

“It was so vivid. I loved the longing and the hopelessness,” she said.

Aemond laughed quietly at that, taking another sip of wine and drawing the tip of his tongue over his lips. “I knew you’d like it, you love the doom and gloom.”

If she did, it was because he had taught her to. They liked all the same things, classic fiction, horror movies, cold weather, black coffee, quiet moments during loud parties when their eyes would meet in understanding, or recognition that they were two people whose souls were the same.

She had to bite down her fury with her tongue between her teeth when someone else came along to steal Aemond’s attention. Rickard Thorne, she thought the guy’s name was, one of Aemond’s coursemates. 

Jaya’s tactic for parties was to keep moving. She took Sabby by the hand and nodded at Jace, suggesting they move into the lounge. Alysanne had firmly been lost to Arryk; somehow she had turned a conversation about paralegal internships into flirting and Jaya was rather impressed.

She felt like she was good at this by now, starting conversations with the young and beautiful of the city’s elite, most of whom were students at the university– and spending a lot of these parties by Aemond’s side, she had picked up enough to converse with even the most pretentious of politics students. But it was her birthright to belong in a place like this. She didn’t have the silver hair or the violet eyes, but everyone knew who she was before she could tell them. She could see it in their eyes as she introduced herself. You’re Rhaenyra Targaryen’s daughter.

Each venture into the kitchen came with a stop by the assortment of bottles on the counter, but she mostly stuck with the arbour red. When she couldn’t find any more bottles of that, she and Sabby found a sickly sweet rosé that was easier to drink.

She checked the time at midnight, feeling a pleasant haze fall over her. She could hardly stop giggling at everything, at Sabby’s struggle to pour a drink and ending up with more wine on the counter than in her glass, at the couples in the hallway trying to suffocate each other with their mouths and bodies. She wandered through the house without knowing where she wanted to go, and squinted at the head of brown curls buried into the neck of Loras Tyrell. Shit. Well at least Jace was having some fun now.

She ended up in the dining room at the front of the house. This seemed to be where most of the fun was happening. There was a black leather sofa by the door, where Alysanne was sitting between Arryk and Aegon. They were sharing a bottle of vodka between them and whispering into each other’s ears between swigs.

In the centre of the room was a vintage mahogany table. A small group gathered around it, spectating an apparently gripping game of chess. Sitting over the white pieces was one of the Tully brothers, and over the black pieces was Aemond.

He had the sleeves of his shirt rolled up, leaning with his elbows on the table and swirling a glass of whisky as he considered his next move. A mischievous smirk graced his lips as he glanced up at his opponent, and raised his hand to move a piece. Their audience gasped and muttered amongst themselves in awe.

Aemond’s eyes met hers across the room. His hair had fallen slightly, the edges forming a curtain over his forehead. He smiled into his drink. This was his version of a few too many, challenging people to chess games and breaking out the expensive liquor.

She suddenly felt proud, then embarrassed, and turned back to the sofa.

Aegon was placing a pill on Alysanne’s tongue while Arryk handed her the vodka to wash it down. She winced but managed to swallow it.

Aegon caught Jaya’s eye. “Want one?” he asked, looking at her with his chin tilted down and his overgrown hair falling around his eyes. It looked less charming than Aemond’s, more messy than effortless.

The grin on his face made her feel uneasy. She had always been an observer of these habits, never a participant. She meant to ask what it was he had given Alysanne and the question was on the tip of her tongue—

“Zaldrīzītsos,”

Her head snapped back to Aemond without hesitation. He was turned away from the table a little, a dark, almost furious expression on his face. She wondered why, surely she hadn’t done anything wrong? He beckoned her over with a single finger but she was already walking towards him.

When she was close enough, Aemond wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her onto his lap. She burned where their skin met, especially when his hand came to hold her side, fingertips pressing into her flesh.

“Now,” he muttered into her ear and she shuddered at the sensation of his breath over her neck. “I want your help with something. Tell me you see what I’m seeing.”

She dragged her attention to the board and the pieces upon it. It almost felt like a test, but she had no intentions of disappointing him.

It wasn’t entirely obvious at first, they seemed to be pretty evenly matched, but then she saw it. A discrepancy in Tully’s game. She played through a few moves in her head, just like Aemond had taught her. 

She turned her head back to Aemond with the beginnings of a smile. With his knowing look she knew she had it figured out.

She looked across the board at the Tully boy. “Checkmate in three,” she said.

His eyes widened and looked down frantically. “You’re bluffing,” he said, “you’re having me on, there’s no fucking way–”

“Do the honours for me, would you?” Aemond’s voice whispered in her ear, giving her waist a slight squeeze.

She couldn’t help but grin as she went to move one of Aemond’s pieces.

And suddenly Tully saw it too. “Shit,” he said. “Shit. Shit. Shit!” He tried desperately to counter with his Queen.

Jaya made the second move triumphantly, pitifully met by Tully’s attempt to save the game, but it was already won.

When she reached for the final move, Aemond’s hand wrapped around hers. “I started the game, only fair that I finish it, yes?”

She could hardly find the breath to reply. “Yes,” she uttered, letting Aemond guide her hand into her lap before he moved the final piece.

“Checkmate,” he said coolly, flicking over Tully’s King with his finger.

He would have won either way, but Jaya was happy to have even just a small share in his victory. But then with the game over, she supposed she didn’t have a reason to stay so close to him.

Aemond brought his face before hers, until the tips of their noses barely touched. “Good girl for spotting that,” he murmured.

His praise hit her like electricity. For a moment she thought she was going to lose her balance, bracing herself with a palm on his thigh as he brought both hands to her waist. She was steady. She was stable. 

“How much have you had?” Aemond asked with a smirk.

“Gods, uncle, why do you have to sound so self-righteous?” she huffed, bringing her hands to the silky material of his shirt. She watched her hands glide over his chest, delicately and effortlessly. The top few buttons were undone, baring his neck. She thought about running her finger along it, down to the hollow spot in his collar bone. Or she could trail it along his jaw, over the sight hint of stubble she could see. Then she could let her thumb linger on his lip– Gods she loved his lips and the smile lines around his mouth.

A soft but startling noise brought both of their attention to the sofa. Sabby was here now too, but she was talking to Alysanne– no she was leaning over her, or was she trying to pull her up? Arryk and Aegon were on their feet, in some sort of argument.

Jaya frowned, trying to make sense of what she was seeing. “What are they–”

Aemond pushed her onto her feet by her waist. Now that she wasn’t sitting down she felt dizzy but she clung onto a chair to keep her balance.

Aemond was kneeling beside Alysanne and pulling her hair from her face while she was sprawled out on the sofa. Sabby was shouting at Aegon and Arryk.

Jaya felt more sober with each step she took towards them. She was hit with a boozy, sour smell and realised that the front of Alysanne’s top was drenched with what looked like water, but was trailing from her mouth. She was crying, and when Jaya got close enough, she saw her hands were trembling.

“Get the fuck away from her!” Jace’s voice bellowed from the doorway. He rushed forward and Aemond was by Jaya’s side before Jace could shove him away.

Jaya was frozen, even as Aemond curled his arm around her shoulder.

“She’ll be fine,” Aegon was saying, “she's just had a bad reaction, she can sleep it off.”

Sabby had Alysanne sitting up now. Her sobs were getting less frantic now, but it was hard to see her so clearly distressed.

Jace scowled at Aegon. “What did you give her?”

Jaya felt Aemond’s arm tensing tighter around her.

Aegon smiled. “Don’t worry, kid, wouldn’t dream of giving her anything too strong.”

She saw the way Jace’s jaw tensed at Aegon’s choice of words.

“Seven fucking hells,” Aemond muttered under his breath.

Her brother was on a knife’s edge, his fists clenching by his sides. Aegon seemed unphased at his silent threats.

Jaya pulled herself away from Aemond and went to Alysanne.

“How do you feel?” Sabby kept asking her.

“My head hurts,” Alysanne grumbled, cradling her forehead in her palms.

“Can you stand up?” Jaya suggested.

Alysanne lurched to her feet without warning, stumbling forward but Jaya and Sabby were there to catch her.

“There…” Alysanne groaned, but she was still struggling to find her footing. “I did it.”

“She needs to go home,” Sabby said, bringing Alysanne’s arm around her shoulders.

With one final seething glare to Aegon, then Arryk, then Aemond, Jace turned his anger to Jaya. “Why the fuck did you let that happen?” he hissed.

Her stomach dropped and she could only stare at him with wide eyes and furrowed brows. “What?” she uttered.

“Alysanne is your friend,” he seethed. “You should know better.”

He was right though. She had been the one to suggest Alysanne and Sabby come along. She had let Alysanne get close to Arryk and Aegon. She’d seen Aegon put a pill on her tongue and she hadn’t even questioned it.

Her eyes were starting to sting, like she wanted to cry but she couldn’t quite remember how. She just wished Jace would stop looking at her like that, his glare laced with venom and scolding, like she was a child, like he knew better. Jace always thought he knew better.

Aemond stepped forward to help Sabby carry Alysanne. “I’ll call you a car—”

“No,” Jace snapped, standing in his way. “You lot have done enough already.” He brought one arm around Alysanne and pulled out his phone with his other hand. He muttered something to Sabby and the three of them began to muddle their way to the hallway.

“Oh you’re leaving?” Aegon called after them with a dramatic frown and his hand clutched to his chest.

Jaya could only find herself able to watch and breathe in the stench of her friend’s vomit. The other faces in the room were hungry and curious. They all had their heads close together, whispering and gasping but not loud enough that she could make out anything tangible.

Aemond leaned into her and she instinctively met his gaze. “Are you going too?”

She realised Jace was stopped in the doorway, glaring at her expectantly. 

Then Sabby’s voice called from the front door. Their car was here. They needed to leave now. Alysanne had to get home.

“Jaya can spend the night here, Jace,” Aemond said before she could think of something to say. “I’ll drop her off in the morning.”

Jace’s face fell as he looked at his sister one final time. Jaya gave him a small nod and then he was gone. 

The house was surprisingly quiet once the front door slammed shut.

And of course there was only one person who was going to break the silence.

Aegon began laughing. It wasn’t a sound she liked. It was loud and obnoxious and cold. But the attention was on him at least and before long it was almost as if nothing had happened. Arryk grabbed some paper towels, Aegon was doing lines off the dining table, and Jaya was still standing in the middle of the room, letting the noise of chatter and the bass of a slow song float through her.

Aemond’s hand on her shoulder anchored her back into the room.

“I think you should go to sleep,” he said.

“But it’s early,” she groaned as he guided her towards the kitchen.

She hooked her arms around his elbow as he reached for a glass and filled it with water. 

“It’s nearly one,” he said, handing her the glass. “Come on, we’ll get up early and get you something to eat before you go home. Sound good?”

She nodded as she tried to drink and ended up banging her teeth on the glass. Aemond chuckled softly, it was more like a hum in his throat. She had an awful feeling that he was laughing at her mistake.

He draped her jacket over his spare arm and led her through the hallway, up the winding staircase to the top floor. The house had three in total and because it was only the two of them living there, Aegon and Aemond had their own floors with a bedroom, an ensuite and a study— not that Aegon’s study was ever used for its intended purpose.

She loved Aemond’s bedroom with its dark wood floors, forest green walls, rows of bookshelves and the old record player in the corner. She went into the ensuite to wash the makeup from her face and the wine stains in the corners of her mouth, brushed her teeth with a spare toothbrush and changed into the t-shirt Aemond had pulled from his drawer. 

When she came back into the room Aemond was only in his jeans, his shirt thrown over a chair, leaning by the open window and fiddling with a filter and a packet of tobacco. She was determined not to look at his chest, the lines of his abs, or the trail of silver hair running below the waistband of his jeans.

“Light?” he muttered when he noticed her.

Jaya nodded and took the lighter from the pocket of her jacket. She tried to walk as straight as she could over to where Aemond was. He placed the cigarette between his teeth and leaned into her.

It took her a few tries to spark the light. She huffed at her own incompetence and dug her teeth into her lower lip, but her third attempt proved to be a charm. The flame bathed Aemond’s face with warmth and flickers of shadows over the angles of his face.

She watched, hypnotised by the way his chest rose as he inhaled the smoke, and the way his lips pouted as he turned his head and expelled it towards the window. Even then she could smell the smoke and feel traces of it burning in her nose and throat.

His eyes moved back to her. He smirked at her apparent fascination.

He offered her the cigarette and she frowned. He’d never done that before.

Her hands felt light and a little numb, but she reached for it, holding it between her fingers like he always did. But then she realised she had no idea what she should do next. 

“Take a drag,” Aemond said softly. “But not too much, you'll make yourself sick.”

She brought it to her lips and started to pull the smoke into her mouth. Her eyes moved to his when she had reached the end of his instruction.

“Hold it.” The gentle commanding of his voice put her on edge.

She decided the taste and the sensation of the smoke wasn’t pleasant, but she didn’t dislike it.

“Breathe in…” Aemond said, his chest moving with hers as she inhaled the smoke, “... and out.”

As she exhaled she blew the smoke over Aemond’s face. “Fuck!” she giggled, trying to wave it away, “sorry, I just didn’t think–”

“It’s alright,” Aemond said with a smile as he took the cigarette back from her and brought it to his lips again. “How do you feel?”

She let her head fall towards her shoulder. She felt light and heavy. Happy and sad. Lots of things and nothing specific.

After another exhale of smoke out the window, Aemond took a step into her and leaned down to press a light kiss to her forehead.

Jaya’s chest felt tight. Her heart raced but she stopped herself from reacting. 

She couldn’t remember when Aemond started to make her feel nervous. When they were kids they were inseparable, even though she was closer in age to Daeron and their parents were convinced she and Helaena should be like sisters. She followed him everywhere, asked him questions constantly and insisted they hold hands wherever they went. She adored him. She still did now.

She muttered a quiet “night,” and dragged herself towards the bed, wrapping herself in the heavy duvet and curling into the pillows.

She couldn’t sleep yet. The noise of the party hummed through the house, but what caught her attention was the sound of Aemond’s breath moving between his lips. She could still picture his face perfectly, the pout of his lips and his jaw.

She couldn’t help it. She opened her eyes. He was leaning against the windowsill, tapping the ash into a small tray before taking another few drags. She watched him until he stubbed the embers out and moved his hands down to the buttons on his jeans.

A thrill rippled down her front, down to her abdomen.

Stop it.

She quickly turned onto her other side, pulling the duvet up to her chin. She still didn’t let herself fall asleep. She waited with bated breath.

She followed the gentle thud of his jeans being tossed onto the chair and the sound of his footsteps. He let out a throaty sigh as the mattress dipped behind her.

And then she felt him, the warmth of his body against her back, his arm around her waist, pulling her into him, his breath fluttering against her loose hair.

“I’m sorry if you didn’t have a good night,” he muttered. She felt the hum of his voice between her shoulders.

“No,” she whispered, “it was fine.”

It wasn’t fine. She still wanted to cry. 

Aemond’s hand started to trace circles over her stomach through the t-shirt. This kind of proximity had become a habit between them even after they had outgrown childish affection, lingering touches and delicate kisses. She loved it. He wasn’t this close with anyone else.

But she couldn't stop thinking about Alysanne, the grin on Aegon's mouth as he fed her the pill, or the look of anger on Jace's face when he left.

“I’m sorry if I embarrassed you,” she said.

Aemond froze, his hand paused, splayed across her stomach. It left her with a tight, restless feeling in her belly.

Then he embraced her, tightening his grip, almost squeezing her against him and burying his face into her neck. “Never,” he muttered, his breath hot against her skin. “You could never make me feel like that.”

For a moment his lips pressed against her neck. Aemond pulled away slightly, seemingly having done it by accident. Jaya was still, clinging onto his arm and holding her breath.

Until Aemond leaned in again to place a soft but purposeful kiss to her neck. It felt like she was being smothered, the weight of his body pressing into her side, his arm keeping her tightly against him, while her breath came through her nose and mouth with little huffs. 

He began to trail his kisses up her neck, along her jaw, to her cheek, until she realised what he wanted. She angled her head back, enough for him to press his lips against hers.

He kissed her slowly, letting his lips drag lazily over hers as his hand crept beneath her t-shirt.

She gave a short whine when she felt his palm against her bare skin.

“Shh,” he cooed against her mouth, letting his tongue slip between her lips. He tasted sweet and bitter, like wine and whisky and smoke. He was still gentle though, and Jaya eased herself further into him. 

She wasn’t sure how long they stayed like that, but she must have fallen asleep at some point, no matter how she wished they could have stayed in a blissful mess of warmth, lips, tongue and teeth.

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#aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen fanfic #aemond targaryen fic #aemond targaryen fanfiction #aemond targaryen x ofc #aemond targaryen x oc #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x you #hotd #hotd fanfiction #hotd fanfic #house of the dragon #house of the dragon fanfiction #modern!au #aemond targaryen smut #my fics #it will come back #hozier coded

[mourntheantagonist]

Yay!! My fic for the 2023 Harringrove BigBang (@bigbangharringrove) with gorgeous art by @disterra!!

Rating: M

Content Warnings: disordered eating, mentions of torture, fatphobia, references to child abuse, depictions of anxiety

Chapter 1: Prologue

“Hold on, baby you’re losing it”

If someone had told Billy a year ago that he would be happy to be back in Hawkins, he would have laughed in their face. He would have told them all about his plans to run off to California the second he had the chance, tossing in a couple choice words on his opinion of their quaint little town in the center of nowhere. And yet, there he was kneeling in the grass of an open field where the helicopter landed, placing his hands into the great American soil, sobbing in utter relief.

He felt a hand on his back, Chief Hopper, who somehow wound up in the same Russian prison—locked up, starved, and forced into physical labor…tortured…Billy didn’t know why he was there too, and he didn’t ask. He wouldn’t want to talk too much about what happened to himself there either.

Hopper had rubbed slow circles into his back, standing beside him and staring into the sun resting just above the horizon, feeling the heat hit their faces. “Feels good huh?” Hopper asked.

Billy allowed his eyes to fall shut, taking in all of the warmth, feeling his frostbitten fingers and toes begin to wake up out of dormancy. He didn’t say anything, he just sat there, basking and breathing.

“It’s good to be back home.” Hopper said, and Billy felt no need to correct him, not at that moment. Hawkins may not have been the place he considered his home—far from it—but he was more than happy to be there. His opinion on the place hadn’t changed, it still was a far cry from sunny skies and sandy beaches, but it was warm and familiar and it did feel a little bit like home in a way—but that could have just been the freedom talking.

“Yeah.” Billy said, wiping the snot from his nose into his oversized flannel sleeve, “It’s good.”

“Come on you two,” it was Joyce’s voice, the tiny woman and mother of the two Byers kids who somehow managed to break him and Hopper out of a maximum security prison across international borders. It was safe to say Billy would do anything she told him to do, if only to avoid getting a taste of whatever wrath she used to get them out of there. “It’s time you boys get a good meal.”

read the rest on ao3

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #stranger things #mandi writes tresh #harringrove bigbang

[lya-dustin]

A moon like this

Or my take on Alys Rivers and the tragedy of Harrenhal

For the March 11 prompt for @hotd-bigbang

Cw:pyromancy, witchcraft, Alys being bisexual, an explanation for Alys' unsuccessful pregnancies, death, murder basically normal hotd shit

The moon is high in the sky when she opens Harwin's letter at her desk. Despite him being the heir and far too perfect in that irritating way, he was her favorite brother and the only one of their siblings who didn’t look down on her.

He'd chosen her first husband and helped her bury him in the woods when her miscarriage revealed the origin of her visions in the flames, so she kept his nightmares of burning to death at Larys’ hand from coming true.

The Stranger would never take him from her like it took her husband and the children she always wanted as long as he stayed away when she was not home. Alys has almost everything she could ever desire, but there are times when she falls in love with ladies who take her as a companion and a nurse for their children until their husband discovers them. Harwin was fond of jesting that had he taken her to Kingslanding, Princess Rhaenyra may have chosen her over him.

Melody Butterwell is one of those lady loves of hers. Beautiful and sweet and oh so lonely at Whitewalls.

Melody had been in want of a friend to assure her she wouldn’t be a bad mother as hers had been, a trusted wet-nurse to help her raise her little daughter and ,most importantly, a woman who could love her in a way she could never live her oaf of a husband.

Melody treated her like kin despite being Harwin’s maternal cousin, better than Uncle Simon did when father was away at Kingslanding. She lacked for nothing here and if she played her cards right, would marry a knight in the household and finally leave her line of work.

Alys would miss it here, she planned to leave before father returned home and keep the demons of Harrenhal at bay. Unfortunately, Larys had returned before they did with a curious lock of auburn hair.

“I was hoping to surprise you when we arrived yesterday, but by the time I could steal away from the welcoming feast it was too dark to visit you at Whitewalls. Father tells me I should wait longer until my household settles and Larys agrees with him. Save a seat for me at their Sept and give my love to Cousin Melody and her babe.” Alys reads and feels her heart sink at his cheerful words.

She had seen nothing of this return, not in the candle she lit to read the letter, not in the fire of her fireplace and not in the kitchen’s chimney stoves.

The witch knows her brother will never arrive here for mass on the Seventh Day. She can hear his screams and feel him die already even if he has only been home less than a night.

Alys wastes no time in packing anything for the journey and wears her hardiest cloak as she leaves on a stolen horse like a madwoman.

Only she can stop this.

And yet, Alys Rivers, bastard of Lyonel Strong and a Red Priestess he met in his youth, arrives to see Harrenhal in flames and her father and brother dying in the inferno.

Larys does not grieve as their kinsmen do, he does not hide his sinister smile as well as he hides that lock of the queen’s auburn hair. Why would he mourn when he killed them? Why would a kinslayer cry for the father he did not care for and the brother he always resented?

“Monster! Monster!” Alys flies into a rage knowing her father and brother will never be avenged by their legitimate kin, not while Larys lives. “You have doomed us all, kinslayer. Our line will die because of you!”

Larys feigns concern and has her reduced to the mad whore that their father claimed, all the while he plots with the Green Queen to put her son on the Iron Throne. He becomes Lord Strong and she becomes Alys the Mad, Alys the bastard with no other purpose than to nurse his bastards and whore herself out to make ends meet.

The same moon climbs into the sky when Aemond Targaryen slays the last Strong male on a bloody stone. The boy was Lyonel Rivers, bastard and only son of Larys Strong.

It is her victorious laughter that brings the cursed prince’s attentions to her and her revenge against Larys truly begins.

That same night she conceives the demon shadow that will kill the woman who gave Larys the order, Alicent Targaryen, with none other than the wretched queen’s own son. She would have killed her brother as well, but his death lay on the hands of the Wolf of Winterfell.

Aegon the Usurper will return to Kingslanding to find his mother and Larys Strong murdered savagely by a wraith with the face of his soon to be dead brother.

Then, and only then will the Witch of Harrenhal rest.

#alys rivers #hotd spring prompts 24 #hotd bigbang #hotd fanfiction

[evanescentdawn]

Making soft landing in concrete

Fic for IR BigBang! 🍓@ichirukicollab. Artists: @hakucho-art and (twt) @0516_AMC <3

Pairing: kuchiki rukia/kurosaki ichigo

Tags: alternative universe — college/university, reunions, angst and feels, fluff and humor

Rating: teens

Chapter(s): 1 and 2

summary:

“…Ichigo?”

He knows that voice. Ichigo turns around with a thundering heart.

She stands in front of him. Impossible as it should be. Her eyes lock with his, looking as shocked as he feels.

Ichigo and Rukia have an unexpected reunion at university, where the last time they’ve seen each other was years ago, at highschool….until Rukia’s sudden transfer.

[ON AO3]

#bleach #Ichiruki #kurosaki ichigo #kuchiki rukia #my writing #fic: soft landing in concrete #lol it took a WHILE to figure out that title so im super proud of it #also veryyy nice to post something after a long while too heh <e #this was a fun project !!!! (even if it was hard at times lol)

[artaxlivs]

WIP Wed/Weekend/Whatever/Someone Help Me Get My Shit Together Please

I've been tagged a few times over the last two weeks and I've got no excuse except that I was writing drabbles and prompts and just generally fucking around. It's like everything is more appealing than the things I need to get done, you know?

Thank you to @penny00dreadful for this most recent tag which is hopefully lighting a fire? Or maybe just encouraging me to play with matches. Who knows.

‡ Rules ‡

In a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can’t share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. If you tag me in your post, I will send you an ask request!

I am going to take a page out of Penny's book and include a poll and attempt to write as many words as % of votes the WIP gets (i.e. if an option gets 40% of the vote I will make it my goal to write 4,000 words in the next 7 days etc.) for all of the options listed.

Snippet below the cut is from "Eddie's babies" which is inspired by @doomcheese's lovely artwork which you can find here.

One of the bats - the one that had hissed - nuzzles against Eddie’s collarbone where his shirt is ripped and bloody. The other perches on Eddie’s bent elbow like a hawk. Talons gripping the skin of Eddie’s arm but not breaking it. Bringing his hand up, he cups it’s head, petting gently. When it bumps it’s head against Eddie’s palm, it lets out a chirp, mouth open, showing off several rows of sharp teeth. The chirp turns into a happy purr and Eddie sort of melts. They’re just sweet babies. Holding them both close, Eddie coos, bumping their heads with his nose as their tails flick and swish, curling delicately around his thigh and waist as both bats allow themselves to be cuddled.

No pressure tags: @penny00dreadful @eriquin @scarcrossdlvrs @finalmoondragon @sentient-trash @starryeyedjanai @lorifragolina @loki-is-my-kink-awakening @wynnyfryd @oftignored @betrayedbycinnamon @there-must-be-a-lock @noxnthea @carcrash429 (The Ghostbusters said not to cross the streams but they didn't say shit about fandoms so I'm mixing ya'll up)

#get my shit together #the thirst though #steddie #weekend goals #just writing no excuses and no reading #let me say that again #no reading #seriously Liv get off Ao3

[ivycorp]

TF BigBang 2023 Reveal:

'Inferno's Egg-cellent Plan'

Do you like sexy?

Do you like stupid?

Do you like sexy AND stupid?

Look no further, as this fall you will have a chance to experience the story of Inferno's amazing plan with regards to his dearest Queen!

And yes.

It will involve eggs.

I have been extremely priviliged to work with @swervesbar / @windshieldtiddies during this year's TF Big Bang (CHECK OUT ITS ART NOW!!!! SFW / NSFW ) and I can't wait to share our work with you all!!!

The preview is under read-more ;)

Megatron leant back into the touch, arms heavy on the edge of the pool, as the claws of his loyal soldier glided across his shoulders, gradually moving to the front. Through his relaxation, he found himself hoping the ant would get bolder, slipping under the surface, pressing into the sensitive wires, making him arch, granting access as he would have moved up, letting the shorter mech reach the interface array which would open up- He tensed up, staring up at the ceiling.  Again with the fantasies. He must have gone mad when he wasn't paying attention - it was the only explanation. Inferno stilled his motions, sensing the shift in the frame below his claws. He allowed himself a last lingering press into the neck cabling, before he slid the servos off the shoulders in front of him, announcing: "I am done, Royalty." He received a hum in return, as Megatron focused on bringing himself back to his body. Watching this reluctance to move, the red Predacon leaned forward, wanting to offer assistance. Yet upon the movement his leader lurched forward; slipping on the bottom of the tub, he ended up frantically grasping at whatever could slow his fall. To his dismay, as he felt his digits close around the ducky that adorned the pool edge, he braced himself for impact and cringed at the humiliation at getting bested by his own bath. The pain of bashing his face into the edge never came, as a red arm shot out to grab his shoulder, with a shout of "My Queen!" stopping the descent. The action turned Megatron's body sideways, and with one servo's digits curled around the ducky, the other half-raised in an attempt to break the fall, he locked optics with the loyal ant holding him up and briefly wondered if he looked as ridiculous as he felt. If he had to guess, he would have assumed he had been pulled into a cheap holovid, where he would be swept off his feet with a kiss, fireworks in the background going off, cheesy music playing the entire time. "Royalty, are you alright? Do you require assistance?" Inferno asked, pulling him up into a less perilous position. Megatron coughed into his hand, waving away the vision of being carried off into the sunset in a bad video montage, as he dismissed the ant away. The soldier nodded, mumbling about being open to provide the service again if necessary, as he walked through the door.  The Predacon leader stood in the middle of the tub, alone once again.  Moving his shoulders, he could feel the stray tension was gone; the massage worked well. 'A shame he really didn't offer to interface.' Looking down at himself, he frowned at his still very active - and now very disappointed - array, and scolded aloud: "There is something deeply wrong with you."

#transformers #maccadam #valveplug #megainferno #tfbigbang2023 #wormy is too good for this world it's done so much fantastic work so PLEASE LOOK AT ITS ART #my_writing_valveplug

[karlyanalora]

Coming Soon to an AO3 Near You...

On September 22nd, as part of the @tf-bigbang, The Worth of a Broken Cog will be going live.

What's that? Glad you asked!

Rodimus had always thought Cosmic Rust was a fast killer. The way the rust spread so quickly—locking his joints and welding his eyelids shut, trapping him—he thought it would be over soon. He begged Mortilus for it all to be over soon. Sweet Primus, it burned. It burned worse than when he’d accidentally gotten caught in acid rain for a few minutes. He could feel his outer plating flaking away, layer by layer—could feel the rust eating through his plating like a thousand tiny mouths gnawing on his limbs. If he could have opened his mouth, he would have screamed.

Rodimus' recovery from Cosmic Rust is not an easy road, and it ends up stripping him of far more than just his metal. But he’s far from the only Autobot who’s gotten the short end of the stick. It seems Cybertron is quick to forget her less than perfectly functioning children, and with mistrust and paranoia rampant, her corruption is quickly spreading to consume them all. One question haunts and hurts: In the great Autobot machine, what is the worth of a broken cog?

As an added bonus there will be lots of tfa Kup and Drift and some wonderful art by @imdashingaway

#transformers #maccadam #transformers animated #rodimus prime #drift #kup

[prplocks]

♡☆♡ jimin wallpaper

reblog if you save ▪︎

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#wallpapers #jimin #jimin bts #park jimin #bts #jimin locks #jimin lockscreen #jimin lockscreens #jimin wallpaper #jimin wallpapers #bts locks #bts lockscreen #bts lockscreens #bts wallpaper #bts wallpapers #jimin on the street #taeyang #taeyang bigbang #jhope #jhope bts #hoseok #hoseok bts #jihope

[hotd-bigbang]

Author: @acrossthesestars | Artist: @niocel

Title: No More Than I Was or Than I Am | Category: Multi | Rating: Explicit. | Word count: 8.9k

Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Suicidal Thoughts, Body Image, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon-Typical Sexism, Threesome - F/F/M.

Summary: A queen, locked high in her tower, a rose in a glass case. A knight in the form of a sharp tongued, silver-haired princess. A violet-eyed villain who speaks like a lover. Alicent has hardened herself against the promise of a gentle touch. Daemon has learned to taste love in the blood he licks from his blades. And Rhaenyra, lost in the fog of her father's neglect, finds that she is the tie that binds. What does it mean for the realm when the Queen in Chains, the Realms Delight, and the Rogue Prince come together to create a light in the dark?

Read the full story on AO3.

Created as part of the House of the Dragon Big Bang '23 event on @hotd-bigbang

#house of the dragon #acrossthesestars #niocel #hotd big bang #house of the dragon big bang #house of the dragon fandom

[sidekick-hero]

Suitcase of Memories

Chapter 5 of @legitcookie and I's bigbang just dropped! It's the second to last and it's a really weird feeling to be almost done with posting something we've been working on for the good part of this year.

So have a sneak peak and let us know what you think 💜💛

Fic | Art | Art

Chapter 5: Dream A Little Dream Of Me

"I love you so much, Steve. It's kind of stupid how hard I've fallen for you," Eddie whispers in a breathless voice as Steve begins to kiss down the length of his neck. "I know it might be too soon, but —"

Steve cuts him off with another kiss, showing Eddie that it's not too soon, that he's not stupid for falling. Eddie is perfect. Steve is the one who took too long to get it.

He can't put it into words, not yet. Not when it's all so new, the peaceful, settled feeling in his chest still so tentative. But he can show it. Eddie has always been the one to put himself out there, the one to move their relationship forward. But now that Steve is finally on the same page, he wants to show Eddie how much he wants this, wants them, too. Wants to show that he’s ready to take the lead for once.

Quite literally, in fact, as he begins to slowly walk them backwards, his mouth never leaving Eddie's. That is, until Eddie's knees hit the mattress and he flops down on it with a loud, surprised oomph that brings a laugh out of Steve. He missed this, missed laughing with Eddie and having him smile up at Steve, obviously amused and endeared in equal measure.

"I missed seeing you happy." Eddie echoes Steve's thoughts, frighteningly in tune with what's going through his head, and his chest aches at the words. He knows he hurt Eddie and he's so sorry for making him feel like he couldn’t make Steve happy.

"Eddie, I'm —”

Before he can even begin to apologize - again - Eddie sits up and wraps his arms around Steve, pulling him close so he can rest his cheek against Steve's stomach. "Don't. You're here now. That's all that matters. All I ever wanted was to have you with me."

A lump forms in Steve's throat, making it impossible to say anything, so he just buries his hands in Eddie's hair and lets himself be held by strong and loving arms.

He doesn't know how long they stay like that, Eddie sitting on the bed, his arms wrapped around Steve's waist and his head resting on Steve's stomach as Steve gently runs a finger through his unruly curls. But at some point, Steve feels lips brushing gently along the low-riding waistband of his sweatpants, and he feels himself smiling at nothing in particular.

"Are you having fun down there without me?" He asks Eddie cheekily, earning a playful nip at the soft skin just below his belly button.

He can hear the grin in Eddie's voice as he replies, "Wouldn't dream of it, sweetheart." Then he presses his face against where Steve is still more than half hard and adds, "Besides, it feels like you're having some fun at least."

It feels like something has changed between them, adding a new weight to the way they playfully tease and flirt. Steve decides to roll with it, to take a page from Eddie's book and follow his instincts. His hand in Eddie's hair tightens, gripping the strands and forcing Eddie to look up at him. Eddie does, a moan falling from his lips, his eyes wide and shining as they lock with Steve's.

"What if I want more than some fun?" Steve asks, tugging at Eddie's hair, eliciting another soft moan.

Eddie's hands move away from Steve's waist and reach up to his chest, running his fingers reverently through Steve's chest hair. He sighs at the feel of the fine hair under his fingertips and Steve chuckles fondly at his boyfriend's apparent obsession with his chest.

"Then I'll give you anything you want, Stevie."

Read the rest on AO3

#steddie #steddiebang23 #steddie fanfic #my writing #SideCookie #nsft #well not really I chose I harmless snippet I think but just to be safe #I can't believe it's almost over #only one chapter left #which we will post on Friday #so that everybody who waited for it to be finished can read the whole thing on the weekend if they wanna #thank you to everyone who is reading and commenting on this 💜💛

[moorishflower]

Us and the Moon (Dream/Hob, werewolf AU, 30k, COMPLETE)

Us and the Moon || Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling || 30k || Explicit

Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Werewolf, Werewolves, Dream of the Endless | Morpheus has PTSD, POV Hob Gadling, Story within a Story, Child Death, Minor Eleanor | Hob Gadling's Wife/Hob Gadling, PiningCanon-Typical Angst, Happy Ending, Historical References, Canon Retelling, Drowning, References to the Slave Trade, Confessions, Traumatized Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Hob Gadling Loves Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Scent Kink, Anal Fingering

Somehow, it always feels like Hob is meeting his oldest friend around the night of the full moon. It's been six centuries since Hob got the bite that turned him into a werewolf, and in all that time he's somehow managed to dance around telling Dream the truth. Tonight, though, he's determined to have out with it. The whole story, finally laid on the table…minus, of course, the part where he's been in love with Dream since at least the 1400s. No, that part can stay safely locked up for the rest of eternity as far as he's concerned. He's only just gotten Dream back into his life, and he doesn't dare ruin it any more than he already did in 1889. The werewolf thing, though, that's easy.

Read it on AO3 here! Here's the whole thing, all 7 chapters!

Thanks to the mods at @the-centennial-husbands-bigbang for all their hard work, my awesome artist @wolfgirl-valentine, and @dsudis for the beta! Please go check out the art by Wolffie here, here, and here, it's AMAZING and beautiful and so much effort went into each piece <3

#the sandman #the sandman fic #my fic #dream of the endless/hob gadling #dream/hob #dreamling #centennial husbands big bang 2024

[keifeli]

thoughts on these guys?!

HOLYYY SHIT THATS TRICKSTAR im gonna answer this honestly btw

1. LOVE HOKKE HES SO CUTEEEEEEEE u have no idea how excited i am for the climax event im gonna throw up from excitement again :3 one of the funniest characters in the game ngl people just don't know that because nobody ever reads their stories WAHHH.. im stuck on what else to put im sorry hokke ilysm READ SAKURAFES BTW

2. SUBAAAA ♡_♡ at first i was kinda "ehh" but as i gradually read more about him i was like HOLY SHIT? THERE IS SO MUCH ABOUT HIM?????? WHY NOBODY TALK ABOUT HIM..... i adore his fake genki character archetype whatever its called i actually cried when i found out why jin has to take subaru and lock him in the infirmary?? if i keep talking about him this post will be 27 pages long so i will end this with 10/10 best character in the whole game actually

3. i relate to this guy SOOOO bad actually my eyesight too got worse due to gaming habits ⚫️_⚫️ i love loveee reading older stories with him because then i can read newer stories and gush about how much he's improved!!!!! whether it be with his fear of cameras or his overall talent as an idol :3 a lot of people think he's ugly because of the glasses but personally i prefer the glasses! they make him look cute!

4. i was actually obsessed with mao when i first started playing because i was so heavily fixated on the ! era student council LOL. begging my 10 followers to go read bigbang reflection because aughhhhh,,;,;,; mao,,,,,, i truly love how he sees through subarus facade and can tell when baru is actually bothered/upset especially when he used to see him differently in the basic main story! can i also mention how awesome he is btw btw btw btw HIS SPPS WHERE HE BREAKDANCES ARE INCREDIBLE I STARE AT THEM IN AWE

Tdlr i love trickstar thank you

#ramblings

[toadstool32]

Artfight today Yay yay yay I have my targets locked n ready then I retreat to my cave an work on zine and BigBang stuff <tiny wtf

#cross my fingers i dont crash #i still have cake left so im loling forward to that also #ac