#curious facs

[luegoshippeo]

Tanthamore pendants

The history behind the #tanthamore pendants has been widely commented, but I want to point out the meaning of the minerals themselves, and the relation with their flaws.

First Kit, her pendant is a Jade stone, it can be for Jade, but this mineral is related with the heart chakra (love and harmony) very important in Kit’s arch of connect with her feelings and tame her impulsiveness.

The Jade, her pendant seams to be Turquoise stone, and it’s given by Scorpia in the Wildwoods, also can be a reminder of Kit’s eyes. This mineral is associated to throat area. It helps with communication and to express by yourself, and this is something we saw Jade improve throughout the show, to express her feelings and to don’t be only the upright knight and speak for herself.

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[smol-blue-bird]

trying to figure out whether my high school was weird or not

(bonus points if you tag with your age and whether you went to public or private school)

#I'm genuinely curious about this #home ec was mandatory when I was in junior high in 2016-ish? #although they called it Family and Consumer Sciences/FACS at that point #we learned how to cook and sew and budget and generally manage a household. good life skills honestly #but apparently lots of schools no longer have these classes at all #which I found out today when someone was like “ugh school is stupid they should teach us how to learn Adult Skills like cooking and taxes” #and I was like ????? they did??? it's called FACS? #and he was like what on earth are you talking about #and nobody else in the entire class had ever been forced to take home ec in school. they were so confused by it too lmao #it made me feel very old even though I am younger than most of them

[yandere-sins]

Never-ending Pleasure

HC that Malleus likes ice cream because it soothes the magic-induced burns in his mouth. Also HC that his darling’s kiss has the same effect (;

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland Characters: Yandere!Malleus Draconia x GN!Reader Warnings: Yandere, Implied Sexual Content, Non-/Dub-Con Behavior (Kissing), Kidnapping, Possessiveness, Delusional Behavior/Thoughts

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It was strange. Truly curious.

Nobody looked at Malleus and would have guessed the heir to Briar Valley's throne had a sweet tooth. That his freezer was always stocked with an assortment of ice cream for him to consume, nobody daring to touch what belonged to him. They had it wrong, though, as it wasn't the taste luring him towards the delicacy, the sugary sweet delightfulness of it, but its ability to soothe the heat collecting in his mouth when he used magic. His genes were remarkable, but the fire glands he had inherited were rather impractical for his the form he chose to present himself. Not that it was too uncomfortable to bear on occasion, but a nice spoon of ice cream usually managed to soothe the aftermath of any bad tastes or feelings left behind.

And yet, you, with your head tipped back, tears in your eyes, emitting sounds of displeasure and the loss of air, had the exact same effect on him as the ice did. Perhaps even more so, his whole body tingling from the tip of his tongue to his toes. Malleus couldn't help it, the comforting heat emitted between your mouths so very different from his beloved ice cream, yet almost better. It was exhilarating and new, and Malleus wouldn't be lying if he said he had never experienced a more thrilling moment, even when you shifted beside him, your fingers tearing at his clothes desperately. Thus, Malleus did the only thing he could think of in that situation:

Deepen the kiss.

Given, you were no vanilla-strawberry swirl or a deep, rich chocolate flavor, but there were benefits to your taste, too. In fact, you tickled more senses in him than he ever thought could harmonize at the same time. Be it the sensation of his tongue against yours making his eyelids flutter, pants tenting uncomfortably; the sound of your lips smacking against his running a shudder down his spine; or the way your body was so perfectly aligned with Malleus' while the wall in your back kept you trapped, leaving a feeling of a million fireflies behind in his belly.

Had he known about the benefits of a kiss before, he would have done it so much sooner. For months, he kept you waiting for that sweet, sweet confirmation of his feelings, assuring you only in words but never in actions while he kept you locked in the highest tower, trying to figure out how to best approach you. You had become desperate, downright crazy, locked up there all alone, crying and screaming hysterically despite his frequent visits to keep you company.

Malleus tried to honor your wishes. If you told him to stay away, he did. If you said he needed to leave, he sighed but obliged. If you didn't like the food, he sent Sebek or Silver to get you something different, and when you asked for better accommodations, he had them redecorate your room. Letting you go and leave forever weren't requests he could fulfill. But Malleus had paintings of your hometown made so you could hang them up and admire them when you got homesick.

But he ran out of options quickly, unfortunately. And when all of his expenses didn't help, he reconsidered how to keep you happy. It wasn't proper, not protocol at all. He should not have considered desires of the flesh to woo you, but it couldn't be helped when nothing seemed to please you anymore—nothing to shut up your panicked rambles just long enough for him to think of more and better ways.

With his tongue capturing yours, sucking and releasing it over the many sore spots he had acquired from his magic that day, Malleus couldn't help but think how beneficial this was—for both of you.

Sure, tears kept streaming down your pretty face, diluting your gaze. You were shivering, holding on to Malleus desperately. Still, at least your vocal cords had a moment of pause, your body recovering from the wailing and sobbing, not even having to stand on its own as he supported you. Really, what more could you even want in your life when enjoying this kiss was all that was needed to satisfy even Malleus?

But then again, as he pressed forward, wanting to sink deeper into the delicacy of your kiss, he frowned as you struggled, still so very displeased with him.

Perhaps it was not enough.

Perhaps you needed more convincing how wonderful your life was with him. How well you were cared for and loved. More actions that showed you how greatly he admired and desired you. A clearer sign that he loved you very much and would always be by your side.

And perhaps Malleus needed another taste of you. Another chance to learn how else he could soothe the magic burns in his mouth while being elated by the fact his whole body was reacting to yours as if you two were meant for each other. Meant to be together, to kiss, to love, to devour.

So when he pulled away, both of you breathing heavily, and you turned your head away, baring your neck, Malleus' mind began to wander, his mouth feeling terribly dry now that his tongue was so very lonesome without yours, missing the stimulation you gave him. He wondered what you tasted like elsewhere and how good it would feel once his tongue laid down on that bare neck of yours, driving down your shoulders, chest, and lapping at your stomach and legs until it would find the sweetest of spots, the forbidden aphrodisiac to his love-crazed mind.

You might have flinched when he caressed the side of your neck, but with thoughts so beautifully, who could have stopped him?

He just needed one more taste of you.

One lick.

And then only one more for good measure.

Never-ending pleasure just for him.

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[tommydarlings]

Boys? Men! | t.w

pairing: dom!toto x sub!reader

warnings: smut, chocking, blindfolding, inappropriate usage of a tie, spitting, ruined orgasm

w/c: 3k

summary: Dating Toto Wolff right after you broke up with Mick Schumacher is something you can definitely argue about, but you just realised that older man do it way better, especially jealous old man that are rather possessive over what's their's.

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Honestly, you didn’t even wanted to put that black little dress on and drive in that old timer Mercedes with your boyfriend toto to this 'super important' event that he had to attend.

But since you’re his lovely girlfriend, you’ve decided to join your hardworking boyfriend.

And you definitely didn’t regret your choice as soon as you saw Michael Schumacher’s golden retriever son, mick.

You and mick had a tiny bit of… history. You’ve met each other through formula one — since you are actually a pretty well known photographer in the industry — got pretty close friends, hooked up multiple times, kind of acted like you were a couple but never put an actual label on it and then decided that staying normal friends would be the best option.

And none of you cared about the fact that the two of you got some history… not until you started dating his boss — right before he joined Mercedes—, Toto Wolff.

Was it maybe a tiny bit bold? Yes. Did you care what others had to say about it? No, not one bit. You didn’t even think about it that much.

But what you definitely do think about is walking up to mick now and starting a harmless conversation with him, tilting your head to the side before you set your champagne glass down and leaned into Toto’s touch,

“I'm gonna be right back, darling.” You mumbled into his ear after he bend down to hear you better.

He briefly stopped taking with some random, old dude you’ve never seen before, putting his attention onto you now. “Where are you going, Schatzi?” He asked you, furrowing his brows.

You cleared your throat, “I-I’m just gonna have a quick chat with somebody.” You replied as you looked up at him.

Toto clenched his jaw before he quickly threw his gaze in the big room, eyes scanning the place before they landed on mick on the other side off the room, making his lips turn upwards into a very tiny smirk before he looked down at your figure again, “Alright honey.” Briefly bending down to give you a quick peck before he turned around again and continued his conversation.

You gulped before you made your way over to mick, squeezing through a few people before you finally reached him, smiling at him as soon as he noticed you.

“Y/n, hey!,” mick started as he went in for a big hug, “What are you doing here? Supporting your man?” You nodded at his question, briefly checking him in that neat black and white suit that he’s wearing out before you put your eyes onto his face again.

“Yep, gotta be supportive, right?” You chuckled, slowly making your way over to him and leaned your back against the wall right next to his taller figure, turning your head to look at him.

“You’re here alone?” You asked him curiously.

He sighed as he put his hands into the pockets of his black slacks, “Why would you care?”

His answer suprised you a bit. You knew that the break up was mutual but you also knew that in the end it was always mick how wanted an 'us' more that you did. You gulped again,

“I don’t, I’m just curious mick.”

He briefly shook his head, “Yeah, s-sorry,” he whispered.

You looked up at him, “it’s okay,” you answered.

You removed your gaze from mick and looked across the room to put your eyes on your tall boyfriend standing at the other side of the room, still chatting with that random guy.

Mick briefly grinned before he cleared his throat, “I mean, as long as you love him, everything’s good, right?” He turned to face you again, seeing your grin now, desperately trying to hold a giggle in.

Your ex tilted his head to the side, “what’s so funny?”

Then you just shook your head before you started singing your's and mick's favourite song that you’ve danced to a dozen of times when the two of you were still together.

“As long as you love me,” you suddenly started imitating the backstreet boys's iconic song.

Mick chuckled at your obviously awful attempt to sing the song, “Who you are,” he continued.

“Where you’re from.”

“As looooooong as you loooooooove meereeeeeee.” He dragged out the o's in a rather loud manner, making you lean into his side and laugh into his chest as his head fell on top of yours, both of you squeezing your eyes shut as you just unstoppably laughed at your extremely bad singing voices.

But then, as soon as you opened your eyes, you were only able to see your boyfriend, Toto, spitting daggers your way, tightly holding his champagne glass before you removed your body from mick's warmth again.

You gulped before you looked up at the blond man, “I’m gonna go back to toto again, was very nice to see you tho, mick!” You told him as you slowly made your way over to your visibly angry looking boyfriend.

He nodded and smiled at you, “yep, no problem! See you, y/n!” He kindly answered before you turned around and went to the boss of your ex boyfriend, eyes only staring at the floor.

Toto cleared his throat as soon as you stood in front of him, silently forcing you to look up at him. You briefly bit your lip before you raised your head and looked at him.

“And? How was your little chat with your dear ex boyfriend?” He asked you in a rather mad tone. You rolled your eyes at his tone, making him quickly get a hold of your upper arm, pulling you closer to his body.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me and answer my question,” Toto told you harshly, making you gulp before you spoke up,

“It was good, funny,” you answered, making him grin.

“That’s what I’ve already guessed since you leaned your body so close to his after he told you some stupid joke.” You were only able to bite your inner cheek at his jealous behaviour, desperately having to stop yourself from rolling your eyes again.

“He just told me a joke, what’s your damn problem here?” You asked him in a mad tone, making the men that stood behind him turn around and take a long look at you.

“You’ve got a problem as well, or what?” You asked one of the man that stared at you like you’re an alien, making toto quickly turn around and apologise before he squeezed your upper arm even tighter and pushed your towards the exit of the big building, swiftly opening the car door of his black Mercedes before he basically threw you in the passenger seat, shutting the door in a harsh motion before he got into the drivers seat, starting the engine.

“That hurt, Toto,” you quietly told him. Toto briefly grinned, “That won’t be the only thing that will hurt tonight,” he mumbled very quietly as you furrowed your brows and gulped at his words.

- - -

The air was definitely very thick between the two of you as you entered the big mansion that Toto let you live in ever since you started dating him.

You quickly went to work and removed your black high heels from your feet, putting them aside as you watched Toto’s gaze following every single move of yours while he removed his blazer and loosened his black tie a bit before he pulled it down, keeping it in his hand.

Just when you wanted to make your way upstairs into the bedroom, toto stretched his long arm out and stopped your moving body by your stomach, not even looking at you when he spoke up,

“Where do you think you’re going, little one… huh?” He asked you in a deep tone, hand now slowly gliding up to your throat, gently wrapping it around your soft skin.

You slightly furrowed your brows before you gulped, “Upstairs, to change,” you answered innocently, but Toto’s hand only tightened around your throat, swiftly pulling your visibly tinier figure in front of his taller one, forcing your to look up at him.

Toto grinned at your answer, looking down at you with a gaze that you already knew all to well, pure anger and jealousy.

“You’re going nowhere tonight, baby,” he whispered before he put his big palm onto the back of your neck and forced you to walk with him towards the other side of the room, harshly pressing your body against the wall, immediately burying his nose into the back of your head.

Your formed your hands into fists as his mouth hovered above your ear, warm breath hitting your sensitive skin now.

“I asked you to come to this gala with me just so I could show all of my colleagues and friends what for a pretty little thing I got myself here,” he mumbled quietly into your ear from behind, slowly unbuttoning his black slacks now,

“But instead they saw what a disrespectful little brat I got myself here,” he finished off while you felt him pushing your thong to the side, exposing your wet cunt.

You whined in a high pitched tone as he swiped his long fingers through your pussy after he spit on them to wet them. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as his hand was placed around your throat again, softly squeezing it as he watched your wet pussy, swallowing his finger as he shoved two of them into you.

You gasped as he started to thrust his fingers in and out, thumb caressing the side of your neck as he fucked you knuckles deep from behind, making your legs shake.

You leaned your head forward, forehead now pressed against the white wall, “F-Fuck, please t-toto,” you sniffled as tears formed in your eyes, orgasm already approaching you since you were already quite horny in the car,

“P-Please don’t stop…it f-feels so good, oh my g-god,” you whined in a high pitched tone before you heard toto chuckle at your words.

He briefly kissed the top of your head, “Tell me one logical reason why I should let you come right now, sweetheart,” he demanded in a rather kind tone, fingers only going faster by now.

You gasped as his movements got harder, legs already shaking, “I-I, please, I d-don’t know…but please!” You begged him loudly, not giving a damn if the neighbours hear you.

“You don’t know?” He asked you teasingly.

You shook your head, tears gliding down your heated cheeks, “N-No, I’m so s-sorry toto!” You whined pathetically, squeezing your eyes shut as his fingers suddenly slowed their movements down, making you gasp.

“N-No! P-please toto, I'm sorry-”

“Shut. Up., alright?” He tilted his head to the side as his finger left your begging cunt, legs still shaking from the now ruined orgasm.

With shaking legs you fell onto the hard wooden floor, palms balancing your now visibly weak figure while you sniffled, only noticing in the corner of your with tears filled eye how toto sighed before he bend down and brushed some of your hair out of your face.

Tie still clutched in his hand, Toto looked down into you eyes, slightly smirking as he saw how glassy they actually are.

Then, after calming down a tiny bit, toto stood up again, towering in front of your now kneeling figure as he let his black tie dangle in front of your face — smiling as your small grin fell, fresh tears covering your vision again.

“I don’t think that you deserve to see me, schatzi,” toto mumbled in quiet tone, slowly brushing your messy hair behind your ear before he leaned forward and put the tie around your head, covering your vision with the expansive piece of clothing.

You gasped as he glided his fingertips over your neck and down to your shoulder blades, thumb still drawing unknown figures on your heated skin as he spoke up,

“Get up.”

You gulped at his demanding tone but quickly got up and played with your fingers due the nervousness you were currently feeling. Toto got a hold of your waist then and guided you towards — what you’ve guessed — another room. And your guess was right as soon as he turned your body around, picked you up and placed you onto the cold surface of the kitchen counter.

You bit your lip as he spread your legs, quickly removing your bottom lip from in between your teeth again as you suddenly felt him kissing your stomach, making his way towards your begging pussy which was still extremely wet.

“You know, sweetheart,” Toto began as he kissed his way around your pussy lip but then going up your thighs again,

“I though you wanted someone who’s mature and earns a lot of money and is, well… visibly older than you because you just love being seen as the pretty little girl that got herself the rich old man, the CEO of the Mercedes formula one team, you know?” You only nodded and gulped as his lips got closer to your pussy.

“But then you leave my side and walk over to,” he made a brief pause to use his fingers to spread your pussy lips, fingertip of his pointer finger now gently touching your clit, “this immature, young, almost 'no-name' boy and laugh with him and touch him and stare at him like he’s the love of your life,” he told you quietly before he spit on your clit, letting his spit run down to your entrance.

His fingertips were only teasing your clit now even more, spreading the spit all over your clit and entrance, “that’s pretty pathetic if you ask me, baby,” he mumbled under his breath, fingertips now leaving your wet pussy before he blew some air on your clit, making your legs shake again and gasp.

You swallowed and sniffled at his feather light touches and breath that was hitting your clit at the moment, “O-Oh my god,” you whined loudly, “Please toto, I l-love you,” you gasped again as he leaned forward and gave your clit a peck, “I o-only love a-and want you, y-you know-”

“Do I? Do I really know that?” Fingertips only gently touching your big clit now, teasing it as tears made their way down your red cheeks, some falling down your temple, some landing in your open mouth.

He cleared his throat, “Because if I know that — like you claim I do — then you should know, that you should have never even started this conversation with your ex boyfriend, you know how much I hate seeing you with oth-,” he briefly stopped, tongue touching your clit now as he moaned at your taste, briefly spitting on it again before he ran the tip of his tongue all over your clit, “boy's, because they are no men yet.”

You whined in a high pitched tone as he closed his mouth around your clit, sucking on it and flicking it with the tip of his tongue, basically making you see stars while your tears of pleasure and slight pain were still covering your vision — and the black tie, of course.

Your hands gripped the side of the counter as he shook his head from side to side, tongue not leaving your drenching wet pussy for one single second, making entire body shake and fall slightly forward.

“Toto, c-can I-, fuck! O-Oh my g-god, can I p-please see you a-again, please!” You cried out while he didn’t stop eating your pussy like a starved man, groaning and moaning into it, sending strong vibrations through your begging cunt.

Toto briefly removed his head after sucking on your clit for a few seconds, spreading your legs even further apart, almost forcing your knees to touch your collarbone before he went back in to eat you out, slurping your juice up and lapping onto your clit like his life depends on it, quietly humming a low 'mhh, mhh' into your pussy, basically telling you 'no'.

Obviously, you whined as you heard his answer as a new orgasm approached you, tears already staining the black tie that’s still covering your vision. You gasped before your fingers left the kitchen counter and tangled themselves into his hair, slightly pulling his mouth more and more into your pussy.

He briefly looked up at you, flashing you a quick smirk before he started to flick your poor clit with his tongue at an almost unimaginable pace, making you cry out,

“Can I-I please cum, t-toto…please,” you begged in a high pitched tone as your legs started to shake again, fingers gripping his hair now even tighter as the tears only continued to run down your temple.

“I wanna c-cuuuuum,” you cried out as Toto’s movements got even sloppier, making it even harder for you to hold everything back.

He quickly squeezed your thigh to grab your attention since you're slowly falling into subspace, “Tell me you're mine and mine only and I let you cum,” he mumbled into your pussy before he shook his head from side to side again.

You screamed as you almost choked on your tears as he did that again but quickly focusing on your answer since you really needed to cum.

“I-I am yours, toto,” you took a deep breath before you continued, “I'm all y-yours, and yours o-only…I p-promise!” You almost screamed at the top of your lungs as you felt your entire body starting to shake.

Before you came all over his mouth, you saw him smiling like a proud boyfriend, slowly nodding at your answer, “Then you may cum, pretty girl,” he whispered right before he licked all of your cum up, spitting some of it onto your clit but also swallowing some of it, groaning as he did so.

He kissed his way up your things before he stood up and wiped his lips with the back of his hand, looking down at you.

You sniffled as you tried to calm your shaking legs down but nothing helped, as your boyfriend noticed that, he put his arms around you and put your head on his chest, stroking your head.

“Shh, it’s okay… I’ve got you, I always do, don’t it? I’m yours…just like you’re mine.” He told you in a bit of deeper tone, clearly implying the situation with mick. You looked up at him,

“I love you.”

“Oh baby, I love you too,” he whispered, kissing the top of your head.

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[hope-you-brought-kneepads-bitch]

And they were roommates

Summary: Demon Y/n and Human Wanda are roommates, and it’s obviously going really well until you have enough of Vision and decide to try and do something about it, Wanda doesn’t appreciate it though

A/n: I know I’m writing a devil reader but I missed demon reader and so they’re back for now

Words: 2000+

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI small small amounts of angst (just a small argument)

“Hey pretty lady-“

“No! Don’t start Y/n” Wanda pushed past you and slammed her bedroom door shut leaving you out in the hallway “oh no baby don’t be like that I thought we had something special!” You slammed on the door starting to laugh

“Fuck off Y/n!”

“Who’s pissed you off today? Did Vision only kiss you on the cheek again to preserve your innocence? Really funny if you think about it since you and I-“

The door opened and you barley had time to right yourself before Wanda appeared and slapped you across the face “oof nice hit Wands, try the other cheek tomorrow yeah?”

Wanda just shook her head making her way to the kitchen and taking a beer from the fridge, you obviously followed your seething roommate sitting on the kitchen island facing the redhead “was I right?”

She took a swig of the drink and nodded “yeah, yeah you were right annoyingly, but just leave it okay? Anyway what did you do today?”

You smiled wide leaning close to the woman’s face “thought about you”

“Thought about me how?” She was curious, but also worried, you were nothing if not honest, way too honest

You lent back on the table “Well first off we were laying in bed watching doctor who because you seem to really like alien men with weird space screwdrivers, personally I really like Missy, she looks like a fun time”

“Y/n! Stop getting distracted” you were known to ramble on and on about nothing and it annoyed Wanda to no end, even though she knew where the conversation was going she knew you wouldn’t shut up if you didn’t finish

“Oh yeah! Anyway long story short I was lay on my back and you were sat on my fac-

“Nevermind! I don’t actually care”

You shrugged “okay but I was getting to the best part and you know I was” you laughed while Wanda just blushed turning around to walk back to her room

There was a knock on the door and you jumped up to answer it seeing the man you were just talking about at the door “oh vision, what a disappointment I thought it was the strippers I ordered to cheer up Wanda”

The man just rolled his pushing past you to Wanda “Wanda please I didn’t know why they did that, it was just a silly joke”

You brushed off the man germs that appeared on your clothes and made a mental note to burn them later, whispering to yourself “sure just come into the house Vision, I wish you were a vampire so I couldn’t let you in the house without permission and watch you stand there unable to move and I could just bully you”

“Vision please I’m not in the mood can we just talk tomorrow?”

“But I’m here now! Please Wanda just talk to me I don’t want to lose you, how about we go on a date tomorrow? Skip lectures for the day and just go to the zoo or something?”

You let out a laugh “a zoo? Zoos are for babies, why not just go to a bar?”

The man turned back to you “because bars are for deadbeats and perverts”

Your head tilted and Wanda froze knowing you were trying your best to control yourself, she knew you didn’t like Vision but it was more because you hated men altogether she was pretty sure “Y/n let’s just calm down it’s okay, vision please just leave”

The man frowned looking between the two of you then just focusing on Wanda “why are you always defending her?”

Wanda glanced to you now with red eyes and your fangs showing, you could converse with Wanda in your mind so you did just that

“I will gut him like a fish Wanda I swear to Salem”

Looking back at Vision she grabbed his hands “I don’t always defend her, she just gets angry easy but it’s fine I will see you tomorrow I promise” she kissed him softly and you fake gagged “gross” whispering to yourself

“Okay I’ll see you tomorrow” he kissed her back turning around to you hanging your head, so to hide the fangs and eyes, “get some anger management done Y/n” your response was to flip him off, he left without another word and you lifted your head to Wanda with her arms crossed and glaring at you

“Well now I need to relive some anger, wanna have some fun?”

Wanda couldn’t believe you, you’d just pissed off her boyfriend and now you want to have sex? Unbelievable!

“Why the fuck do you think I want to have sex with you after that?!”

Shrugging you walked towards Wanda holding your arms out for a hug which she took rolling her eyes but instantly relaxed in your hold and forgetting about Vision “remember when your parents came over and you argued with them and then later you came into my room for the first time-

Wanda let out a heavy sigh “I know what you’re getting at, fine come on then” she pulled out of the hug walking to her room and looking back at you “you’re being on top this time”

You smiled “I love being on top”

Wanda rolled her eyes “only when it suits you”

“Yes because what’s hotter than a redhead whimpering and riding you harder and harder as she struggles to not cum without permission?”

The blush was heavy on Wanda’s face and instead of speaking she just went into her room quickly followed by you

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“Wanda! You missed some lectures this morning!” Natasha Romanoff, Wanda’s best friend was worried about her not being in this morning “where were you?”

Wanda waved her off “I had to make sure Y/n was okay”

Wanda just raised her eyebrow “Y/n huh? How is the spicy hothead?”

“Still a bitch but she pays her half of the rent every month so I shouldn’t complain-

“Wanda!” The woman shut her eyes tight praying to whatever god she could and even the devil that it wasn’t actually you she’d heard, unfortunately no luck “Wanda! You forgot your books!” You got closer and Wanda opened her eyes to you and widening them seeing your outfit

“What the hell are you wearing??!” She whisper shouted at you trying to cover you up with her arms, practically half naked in college? You were asking for trouble

“Oh Wanda calm down it’s only a blazer” you playfully pushed the girl away and turned to Nat “what do you think Natty? Is my outfit appropriate?”

Nat glanced at your blazer open noticing the lack of anything underneath and she quickly averted her gaze “uh well if you move a certain way you can see your erm,see your breasts”

“Well you’re getting a free show then aren’t you Nat? It’s okay I won’t tell anyone, but if you want a physical touch then it’ll cost you” you winked and Nat nearly collapsed “Jesus Christ Wanda she’s a menace”

Wanda just rolled her eyes and took her books from your hand “you can go now Y/n, don’t you have a video game to complete or something”

You mulled it over “nah I’ve completed Alan wake 2, not as scary as everyone says, I’ve been in more dangerous situations, anyway no I’m hanging out with Loki today, he’s allowed to leave the house now”

You pulled Wanda into a hug kissing her cheek and keeping her close “do you have anything else to say about my outfit?”

Wanda refused to look at your chest, you knew she wanted to look but was being a baby about it “just that you should have a shirt on under your blazer”

“You’re no fun” pulling away from her you gave one last look to Nat “always a pleasure see you Natty, you’ll have to come to our party this weekend”

Nat smiled wide “absolutely! Wanda said she’s really excited for it”

“Perfect! Oh before I leave Wanda I’ll pick up dinner later, me and Loki are going to a posh restaurant, so I’ll bring some stuff back”

Wanda agreed “cool, we’ve got class so I’ll see you at home” Wanda dragged Nat away reluctantly from you as you waved her off with a sweet smile

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“Is that him?” Loki whispered taking a drag of his cigarette glaring at the football players “yeah with the red bandanna on his stupid head”

“Interesting, so what are we doing about him?”

You sat up on the bench keeping your hoodie down so he didn’t recognise you “I want to kill him but I’m pretty sure Wanda wouldn’t like that”

“Still pining over Wanda huh? I thought you were with Carol and Val?”

You shrugged “nah they’re in a real relationship now and it was getting weird”

The man laughed “weirder than a demon third wheel?”

Just as you were about to respond your name was yelled “Y/n! What do you think you’re doing here?!”

Of course vision had recognised you, stupid smart human, you just offered him a smile when he approached the pair of you “Vision! What a surprise, apologised to Wanda for being a dick yet?”

The man seethed “you have no right! I don’t know why she puts up with you”

You laughed “if only you knew Vis, I’ll give you a hint, I walk around the house comfortably, which means I’m normally just wearing my boxers and sports bra, and I can tell you now my dick is so much bigger than yours”

The man stood there shocked, suddenly he held his fist out punching you square in the face forcing your head back and pretend it hurt “well fuck me Vision you have some punch on you don’t you?” You laughed wiping your nose with the back of your hand standing up and wiping it on the man’s shirt

“Aren’t you in pain?” He didn’t notice the blood, more transfixed on the fact you weren’t screaming in pain “I vowed never to let a man cause me pain, you’re not exempt from that, no matter how unmanly you are”

You walked away from the situation leaving Loki with Vision “she’s wild, maybe you should clean your white shirt, looks like she’s written something in her blood on it”

He followed in the direction you were going and Vision looked down seeing the word “douche” on his shirt “how the? How’d she do that so quick?”

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Wanda was sat under a tree when you found her with her eyes closed clearing having a rest, well you were definitely putting an end to that “Wanda your oaf of a boyfriend hit me and I’m clearly in a lot of pain so I need you to fix it”

You only saw Wanda’s chest move in a slow motion indicating a heavy sigh, at least she was awake, when she did open her eyes seeing you all blooded she just sat up “why did you insult him?”

“Insult him?! That bastard hit me, all I was doing was watching the hot cheerleaders and maybe tried getting one of their numbers but he attacked me out of nowhere, I’m the innocent one!”

Wand stood up inspecting your face “are you done being a drama Queen about everything?”

You shrugged “depends on if I get a kiss from you to make it all better”

Placing your hands around Wanda’s waist you pulled her in close “we’re in public Y/n”

“Come on Wands kiss the pretty demon, I don’t bite, unless you really want me too”

Wanda looked down to your lips and back up into your now red eyes “I hate how hot you are” it was whisper but you heard it and kissed her, only a short kiss as she pulled away quick in fear of someone seeing you both

“How many lectures do you have left?”

Wanda sighed “just math”

“Skip it, come home and we’ll watch doctor who and make my fantasy yesterday a reality” the redhead smiled pulling away from you and picking up her bag taking a face wipe out and cleared her face of the blood you transferred onto her then handing you one

“I can’t skip anymore classes Y/n, I need to stay”

“You’re 25 Wanda you’re an adult, adults don’t do math” you wiped the blood from your face and very ungraciously snapped your nose back into place making Wanda wince, she hated when you did things like that, really freaked her out

“I’ll just see you later, stop annoying vision” she waved you off and headed for her class

“Only when he stops being a dick!” You shouted back and took out your phone to text her something funny

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Wanda managed to get to her class just in time to see Nat waiting for her “nice to see you finally” she laughed and Wanda shoved her friend giggling until her phone buzzed with a message

👩‍🦰+😈-👚🩲=best night of your life, there’s some math for you my love, don’t keep me waiting

Wanda rolled her eyes putting her phone away earning a look from Nat “leave it let’s just go in, can’t wait until I’m finished with my degree honestly”

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You were on Wanda instantly as she walked through the door, picking her up and wrapping her legs around you, kissing her all over ultimately landing on her neck sucking a dark mark there

“No, no marks you know the rules” Wanda tried pushing you away but your grip was firm on her “don’t care…you’re mine, sick of sharing you”

You continued your assault on her neck but Wanda managed to push you away and fall to the floor “okay we need to stop!”

“oh? What do you mean by stop?” Wanda’s harsh voice caught you by surprise

Your deep voice always made Wanda nervous, you being a demon and all but she stood her ground standing up and keeping her distance from you “I can’t keep dealing with this! You’re making it so difficult!”

“Making what difficult? I haven’t done anything, when you come into my room at night, when you send me dirty text messages and when you scream my name, that’s all you, you’re the instigator in all of this”

“Me?! You’re the demon, a waste of human skin and space, I don’t even know why you’re up here- wait actually I do! They don’t want you in hell, even the poor souls being tortured can’t be bothered with you!”

All you could do was laugh “you can’t even insult me properly, fucking pathetic” you continued to laugh but Wanda definitely wasn’t laughing “please just take something serious for once!

“I’m always serious, and I mean it, you’re the instigator but if you want to stop this then fine, we’ll stop, see you later Wanda”

You quickly turned and headed for the door

“Where are you going?!”

“Out. Don’t know when or if I’ll be back”

Wanda didn’t mean for this to happen, she just wanted try and talk but you were so difficult “Y/n I just, just please stay”

“No thanks Wanda, maybe I’ll go back to hell and bother the other demons there, if they’re not bored of me of course” there was no emotion in your voice and Wanda sighed “okay, just be safe”

“Bye Wanda”

#marvel #wanda maximoff #mcu #wanda maximov #wanda maximoff x reader #marvel incorrect quotes #marvel au #And they were… #marvel fic #demon!y/n #demon!y/n x Wanda maximoff #marvel imagine #and they were roommates

[writingoddess1125]

So I saw this fanart and got this idea! And after a gin and juice I wrote this. Enjoy!

Art does not belong to me! It says the artist is Flamingo_PinkArt on Twitter (If incorrect please tell me ;-;)

My Heart Breaks Pt. 1

Warning: Angst and some Fluff

Buggy X FemReader

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Part 2

"(Y/N) Why the hell are we here?" You heard Buggy groan next to you annoyed, Shanks nodding in agreement. You rolled your eyes at their protest of being in the circus tent with you.

"Cause I am the one who got us the tickets, 20000 berries and I want to see the circus" You chimed proudly as you watched your favorite act come out. The clowns, Buggy grimacing at the sight of them, You see this and lean against his shoulder.

"Aww is Buggy afraid of clowns?~" You chime earning a glare from him and a blush. Shanks Grinning at this as he poked his friend in a teasing manor.

"No I'm not afraid of damn clowns! They are just... kinda creepy" He grumbled as he watched the group of bubbly cheerful clowns.

It had been a year since Gol. D Roger's had died, it had been hard on all three of you. But you luckily had each other and were trying to save up scraps of berries to start your guys own crew. You were the thief of the trio, a skilled person in breaking and entering as well as treasure hunting. Buggy was an amazing navigator and sailor while Shanks was the amazing fighter and leader of your trio of teenage Pirates.

You giggle at Buggy face of disgust at the clowns, you knew the real reason he hated them- It was the noses. He was self conscious about it heavily and seeing the clowns with the fake noses made him feel like they were making fun of him. You gently rub his shoulder gently, a silent gesture to comfort him.

Once out of the show you sighed in delight at feeling the sun on your face. Hearing both teens walking behind you and bickering between the two of them.

"Let's get some food for our journey to Hile Hile Village" You suggest, walking to the small market next to the curious. The three of you had been using this little village by Hile Hile Island as a sort of base. The three of you were planning a big heist in order to get a massive score of 750,000 berries which could help getting a bigger boat and not the stolen two decer you guys currently shared. The only issue was that the village was controlled by a dictator like man, A Lieutenant for the Marines that ruled the island. He had made it his mission to murder every pirate who tried to come to the island, so this would be a very quick smash and grab. Fleeing the island immediately afterwards.

It was simple, mildly foolish but hopefully effective.

Once in the market Buggy got toiletries, Shanks got food and you got basic supplies. The three of you walking together till you saw a beauty stand and seeing a deep red lipstick sticking out.

"Ohh I love this color" You hummed in pride at the red lipstick color, both teenage boys groaning as you took your sweet old time in choosing the brightest of red.

"I see you like the color red?" Shanks teased you, earning a sarcastic laugh from you.

"Oh yes, The color red really gets me going" You laugh as you pick the color and grab a near by red and white bandana, wrapping it around your head like a fake bonnet.

"Besides I hear red is a sigh of submission, what does that say about you Shanks?~" His face fell at your words and Buggy snorted a laugh.

You tossed down some berries for the bandana and lipstick. Following the boys back to the boat while you all chatted and teases each other, however Buggy's eyes landing on you every now and then more specifically your red lips. Everyone knew he had a crush on you, hell you had a thing for him too but it seemed he judt refused to make a move! Even when you all were on Roger's ship he never made a move on you.

"Buggy it's your turn to make dinner!" Shanks chimed out earning a groan from Buggy. After dinner you made it to the top of the deck to get some fresh air. Feeling the wind on your face as Buggy sailed you all to Hile Hile Island.

"Hey, You holding up okay?" You called out as you went to Buggy's side. The blue haired teen not meeting your eyes.

"I'm fine.." He grumbled, he knew he was pouting about something. Sighing as you look up at the night sky.

"What are you pouting about Bugs? Hm?" You pressed once more, Hearing a sigh from him.

"You um.. seem to like red right? Listen I assume you like Shanks and all. I mean ago doesnt- but um"

You look at Buggy as he leaned against the wheel of the stolen boat, not meeting your gaze.

"You two would be good together..." He grumbles, you roll your eyes and step towards him grabbing his arm hard you yank him from his pouting position and slammed your lips onto his. His eyes wide as you kiss him and leaned into the kiss, his eyes drooping as he felt warmth from you and wrapped a arm around you in return. After a moment you pulled away and grinned up at his cherry red face and eyes that were in a daze.

"I hope that answers the question of who I like Buggy" You teased, drawing a silent nod from him. Smiling you step back from his grasp and give his hand a gentle squeeze.

"Good night Bugs" You call out before heading down to the Lower Deck of the boat to sleep leaving Buggy standing there still shocked- His face breaking out in a wide grin as he silently cheered and jumped excitedly. You giggling at shearing his footsteps as he jumped up and down in excitement.

The next morning when the three of you arrived at Hile Hile Island and at dawn started your heist of robbing a jewelry store. It went smoothly enough, not too hard till the surprise alarms went off and the three of you ran.

Running through the streets you held the bag of values in your hand, the boys having a good lead on you as they slipped through the crowds and laughed. It was such a adrenaline rush! The boys ran ahead of you turning a sharp corner and heading down, as you prepared to catch up to them a muscular forearm suddenly slam put hitting you.

The wind getting knocked out of your lungs as you felt the forearm smash into your chest, your head smacking into the cobblestone ground as you looked up. The infamous Lieutenant staring down at you with a sickening grin- your eyes widened as you realized.. you were fucked.

"We are gonna be rich! Haha! That ship is ours! Right (Y/N!?)" Buggy yelled out, Hearing Shanks cheer ahead of him. Not hearing your voice he started to slow down lookknv behind him seeing you were gone and his eyes widened, Shanks still on his adrenaline high stopped as well and turned to look to see the confused Buggy.

"Where is (Y/N)?" Buggy questioned, Shanks face falling as he realized this. The two boys meeting each other's gaze and began to rush through were they had run to try and find you, calling out your name. The boys running back to try and find you, as they made it to a backstreet they see you in the back of a Marine jail wagon being dragged away to the local prison. Buggy surged forward in wanting to Spring you free but Shanks grabbed his shoulder quickly.

To say this had turned into a total shit show for you. You had been tossed in the back of the Marine jail wagon, then brought to the local prison.

There you were thrown into a cell with a women who had even in hysterics. Begging for death for her actions instead of the life sentence she was given. Your mind was racing as you tried to think of ways to get out- watching as the Lieutenant walked to you with a smile.

"It's been a while since we had a Pirate here, it's good. We needed an execution tomorrow" He said with a evil smile at you. The color draining from your face at his words.

"What!? Not a trial! Or even a proper investigation!?" You screamed as you grab at the bars. The Marine laughed loudly in your face as he leaned down to your level.

"Little girl, I'm the judge, jury and executioner. Welcome to Hile Hile!" He chimed loudly before dismissing himself with a deep laugh leaving you alone with the sobbing women.

You sat there for a while, trying to figure out what to do. Having even spoken to the women who told you she had accidently fell asleep and her child drowned and was imprisoned for murder. Now sentenced to life in prison at Impel Down, even though she wanted to die for her actions. A completely over sentencing for a horrible accident but you figured that was just how this place was run.

Going up the the barred wi dows of your cell you look out over the village. Fear running through your system as the words the man said to you rang through your system. It wasn't till you saw your two friends running in the alley by your cell did it snap you from your thoughts. Clapping your hands quickly to catch your attention you saw both of them turn to you.

"(Y/N)!" Buggy called out, looking around wildly before detaching his torso and floating up to meet you grabbing at the bars to try and pull on them. You quickly shoo him to go back down.

"No, They will see you" You hissed at him and held his hand, He floated back down but kept his detached hand with you. A sinking feeling hitting your stomach as you smiled at the two boys who rambled out in panic talking about how they would break you out. Shanks was the first one to notice your silence and the sadness in your eyes.

"Guys.. I.. I love you two-" You said to them, both freezing at your words as dread fills their system.

"Hey don't be so glum! We will get you out okay?!"

You gave Buggy's hand a squeeze sniffling back tears as you kissed the back of his hand staining it with your lipstick and taking the bandana you had bought before from around your neck and tied it to his wrist.

"I promise it will be okay Buggy.. Ill be okay" You say in a shaky voice, trying to keep him calm. Releasing his hand which floated back to his wrist.

"I'll get you out of here (Y/N)! They won't hurt you I swear!" Buggy proclaimed, his mind racing with ideas to break you out. Rushing down the alleyway in order to begin plotting.

You looked at Shanks through the bars and gave him a watery smile, tears welling in your eyes.

"Shanks... Promise me- If I go... Buggy can't see it.. He should never see me that way okay? Dont try and break me out.. you guys can get killed" You begged, tears rolling down your cheeks as you saw Shanks own eyes well with tears and nod his head.

"I-I promise (Y/N)..." He stuttered out, looking ahead and running after Buggy finally. Knowing the task that laid before him-

The next day was the day of the public execution. Wanting to make a an example out of you as they prepare for you to be killed. The Lieutenant coming by the cell you shared with the woman, who was still in her mess of a state at being imprisoned for life.

"Ah a Pirate and a Murderer" He chuckled darkly at the two of you. You glaring back at him as he leered at you-

"Does it make you feel strong to kill a child?" You asked him, earning a glare from the male who slammed his hand against the bars.

"Your show time is in half an hour- pray" He hissed at you and tossed a prison uniform and cloth bag at your feet. You knew what this was for by the red that spotted the collars on both-

Buggy had been frantically gathering a plan for his rescue mission, Ignoring the oddly silent Shanks who had just been watching him. Buggy creating a flashy and dramatic escape plan to rescue (Y/N).

"Alright It's almost ready!" He said as he grabbed rope, knives and more. Shanks looking at Buggy and sighing.

"Buggy- We can't get her-" He started but Buggy glared hard at him.

"Yes we can- if we follow this plan I can get her!" Buggy screamed, Shanks clenching his fist as he glared at his friend.

"Buggy I'm not going to let you get yourself killed" He said evenly, a silent standoff starting before Buggy shot a punch using his devil fruit which landed right on Shanks cheek knocking the red head stumble back for just a moment before Buggy bolted, running off the boat and into the rain. Buggy hearing the sound of the crowd gathering at the main city court yard, Bolting towards the direction.

Shanks chased Buggy, sliding through the rain as he saw Buggy run like his life depended on it. Buggy turned a hard corner and slipped hard, his body slamming into an alleyway wall.

Shanks grabbed Buggy and held him against the wall with all his force keeping his limbs pinned, tears running down his own cheeks as he make sure Buggy didn't move from his spot. He knew Buggy couldn't use his Devil fruit abilities as well and his limbs couldn't get far enough to reach you or strong enough to push or kick him off.

"THEY ARE GOING TO KILL HER! WE CAN HELP HER!" Buggy screamed at Shanks as the red head held his friend down-

"Buggy they will kill you!... I-I promised... I-Im sorry" He croaked out- The sound of the crowd in the courtyard got louder and Buggy moved harshly.

'We are here to show that while Gol. D Roger's influence still stands! We will be the strong hand that brings it back!'

The echoing voice sounded through the city, Buggy screaming as he tried his hardest to fight against Shanks.

'A Thief and Pirate. This is the price to pay for crimes here in Hile Hile Town! Is Death!"

The crowd cheering before there was a click before it happened- Buggy's eyes went wide as he heard the massive sound of the guillotine slamming down. The fight leaving his body as he saw the birds fly up from were the courtyard was the sound scaring them from their refuge in the rain, and the sound of cheers from the courtyard from the public execution.

He didn't even feel the cold from the rain anymore, instead feeling the emotions he had turn into ice in his chest. Like his heart had been ripped from his very being and tossed into the deepest part of the sea.

Shanks still sobbing himself pulled away from Buggy knowing it had been done. His own body shivering from the cold as he wept looking at his brothers face, Buggy's eyes looking dull like that of a fishes.

"B-Buggy I'm sorry" Shanks managed to sob to his friend, Like a puppet Buggy moved to his feet barely able to stand as he felt his body was hollow and boots too heavy. His hair sticking to his skin as he felt the rain wash away his love for Shanks and you.

"..I will never forgive this betrayal Shanks... Just like (Y/N) you are dead to me..." Buggy croaked out his voice the softest it had ever sounded, not even meeting Shanks eyes as he turned and started to walk off to towards the courtyard.

Shanks standing there in the rain not saying a word as he let Buggy go, still crying himself. The blue haired teen walking to the courtyard were the crowd was filing out, having gotten their fill of bloodshed. Buggy walked to the empty courtyard and looked up seeing the Marines cleaning the mess, the rain helping to wash the blood from the blade used and the stage it rested on. One of the Marines loading a headless female body into a basket, wearing basic black and white stripped prison attire

Buggy fell to his knees, his eyes locked onto the blade that had taken you from his life- he reached into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out the red and white bandana you had given him, while wet from rain he put it to his head and tied it around his blue hair.

He would remember you... he would cherish the memory. His best friend, his first love... a girl who always smiled wearing too red of lipstick and loved the circus...

He would be the greatest at it all.... Just for you.

#x reader #one peice x reader #one piece #one peice live action #buggy the clown x reader #buggy one piece #buggy x reader

[springseasonie]

Just a fantasy | LMH (M)

Nerd Mark x popular fem reader

Summary: mark always thought you and your friends hated him. That never stopped him from being attracted to you though. He never thought one of his biggest fantasies would be coming true until you pulled him into a janitor's closet after your class, wanting to give him a treat for looking so good in class that morning.

Warnings: sexual content, switch mark, oral (male receiving), overstimulation, unprotected sex (reader is on the pill), dubcon (I think??), reader is a bit more feminine, proof read but still may be errors, mark is so fine y'all omg...

Word count: 2,7k

Song recs: give me a kiss by lolo zouaï

A/N: going to dream how tomorrow and literally couldn't stop thinking about mark. then I saw him in glasses and I had to write this. Give any feedback you can, it is all greatly appreciated 🤍🤍

Mark could barely see you with how fogged up his glasses were. The position the both of you were in was surely…compromising. You pulled him into a closet, nothing but one light bulb lighting you both up in the cramped space. It had only been 10 in the morning, but he looked so good sitting in class, taking notes and paying attention to your professor.

In a world like this, anything was possible. It's just that Mark never expected for you to like him so much. You were on a pedestal to him, something he could never reach. Your group of friends made fun of people like him, always making passive aggressive comments about the "nerds" or "freaks." Mark never really liked them, or you for that matter.

But he hated himself for being so attracted to you.

He hated himself for staring at you for a little too long. Thinking about you a little too much. Letting his curious eyes get the best of him sometimes. His thoughts got so wild when he was by himself that sometimes he'd touch himself to the thought of you. He hated that he wanted you so bad, no matter how much you gave him strange looks.

He never would've guessed you wanted him as much as he wanted you.

Mark stood in front of you, stiff as a tree. You leaned on the wall, a sly smile on your face as you watched his hands tap along his leg. His glasses were fogged up, body heating up from the nervousness he was feeling.

"So um," he started. Mark couldn't even look you in the eye. Somehow you made him think he was in trouble for something he wasn't supposed to do.

"I like you Mark," you stated simply.

His eyes went wide with confusion making you giggle softly. Mark lifted his hands to take his glasses off, but froze when you pushed off the wall, walking up to him slowly. You reached up, taking his glasses off. You wiped the fog, looking up at him with a small smile as you put them back on.

"You're so cute," you confessed.

"I, uh, Y/N," he stuttered. Mark gulped as you eyed him, eyes scanning his body. "We, uh, we shouldn't be in here."

You cocked your head to the side, looking at him innocently. You smiled watching him avoid eye contact with you. Mark knew if he looked at you long enough, he'd get harder than he is right now.

"Do you like me too?" Mark gulped, hands fidgeting on his pants. You liked toying with him. His reactions were so real and raw, nothing like the meatheads you fucked on campus. He was sensitive and soft. Anything you said, any move you made, made him a nervous wreck.

"I really don't think we should be in here," he whispered, avoiding your question.

"You think I don't see you staring at me?"

That question caught him off guard. Mark never knew he was staring. He never even knew he'd been staring at you. Or maybe he did. He always sat in front of you in class so he never really stared at you there. Mark couldn't help but look at you when you were on campus though. You always wore short shorts, short skirts, tight clothes. He couldn't control his thoughts.

"I-I'm sorry."

"You have nothing to be sorry for," you said. "I just want to know if you like me too, because if you do…" You paused, a smirk on your face as you stepped closer to him. "I think we should do something about it."

If he wasn't hard before, he sure was now.

"What should we do then," he said, voice coming out softer than he expected.

You didn't take your eyes off of him as you dropped to your knees. Mark watched you in silence, jaw clenching as he watched you undo his belt. He couldn't protest or even say anything, he wanted this so badly, more than even you could know.

"Do you want me?" You unzipped his pants slowly, looking up at him through your lashes.

Mark didn't trust himself speaking, so he just nodded, earning a smile from you.

"Mark, I want you to do something for me."

"W-what is it?"

"Fuck my mouth. Can you do that?"

If Mark was by himself, he'd be playing this scenario in his head over and over again, wishing it were real. If he could go back to 30 minutes ago and tell himself he would be in this position, he would probably laugh. But here he is with you on your knees in front of him.

"You're such a pervert," you said, laughing softly as you rubbed your hand against his erection. "I bet you jerked off thinking about this so many times."

"I-I…"

"You wanna know what my friends think about you?" Your gaze was piercing, almost like you could see right through him. He gulped, eyes moving from your lips to your cleavage to your eyes. "They think you're a nerd, a dork, a freak.."

Mark couldn't even pay attention to what you were saying, not when you were squeezing him through his boxers after every word. His soft moans were like music to your ears. You loved how weak he was.

"But do you wanna know what I think?"

"Yes, yes," he answered softly. His brows furrowed slightly as you began to stroke him slowly, making him bite his lip.

"I like the nerds and the freaks. I think they're cute, and you're definitely high on my list."

"R-really?" Mark was literally being brainwashed right in front of your eyes. If you gave him another squeeze, you were sure he would cum in his pants right there.

"Mhm." You hooked your finger in the waistline of his boxers pulling them down slowly. Mark sighs softly when his erection is freed, tip hitting his stomach. You licked your lips, grasping his length in your hand.

You look up at him, and you swear he looks like he could crumble right there. His mouth is open slightly as he lets out soft whimpers. You barely touched him and he looks like he's already so close. "Will you be able to last long enough Markie?"

Mark blinked fast, being pulled out of his head by your voice. Markie. The way the most innocent nickname anyone has ever given him rolled off of your tongue while on your knees for him almost sent him into a coma. He opened his mouth to say something, but was quickly cut off by the feeling of your tongue licking the tip of his length. His breathing quickened, hands gripping the sides of his pants.

You decided to test the waters, pushing his tip into your mouth. Your eyes flutter shut as you stroke him slowly all while sucking him softly. Mark couldn't look at you anymore. He wasn't sure if he was enjoying it too much or too embarrassed, but he knew if he looked at you again, he would cum right in your mouth. Mark closed his eyes, biting his lip as he faced the ceiling.

You opened your eyes and took your hand off his shaft. Slowly, you sink into his length until his tip but the back of your throat. Mark looks back down, desperate eyes staring at you.

"Shit," he whispered. His lids were half closed like he was in a gaze.

You took him out your mouth, a string of spit being the only thing connecting you both. "You can touch me, you know?"

"I..I don't wanna hurt you," he said.

"Markie, I wouldn't mind if you did."

At that moment, his gaze darkened. He relaxed his hands and let go of his pants, putting his right hand behind your head gently. He watched you put his length back in your mouth, bobbing your head slowly.

You continued suck him off, your cheeks hollowed as you moved. Your hands were gripping the hem of your skirt, knuckles white from how tight you were holding it. You sped up your pace, sucking even harder, earning a shaky moan from the boy.

"Jesus fucking Christ," he moaned.

Mark feels like he can see the gates of heaven when his tip touches the back of your throat as you deepthroat him. Something in him snapped seeing you gag, the tears coming to your eyes as you looked up at him, brows furrowed.

Mark's soft grip on your head turns rough in an instant when he grips it, pulling your mouth off of him. You cough, saliva dribbling down your chin. "Get up."

"W-what?"

"Get up," he repeated. The tone in his voice was completely different as if he was possessed.

You've never seen this side of him, so assertive and dominant. You wanted more of it. You stood up, gasping when he pushed you against the wall. His lips crash onto yours, making you moan softly. Mark's hands ravaged your body like a starved man, touching and groping you all over. Mark hiked up your skirt, immediately groping your ass roughly.

"You still want me to fuck your mouth," he muttered against your lips.

You nodded, getting wetter at the thought of him forcing you back down to take him. But he had other plans.

"Why don't we put her to use instead, hm?" Mark smirked seeing your face when he slapped your core firmly. "Face the wall."

You did as he said, leaning your body against the wall. Pressing his body on yours, his lips leave wet kisses along your neck. You moaned softly feeling his length rub against you. Mark gripped your hips, pressing your ass against him in an attempt for more friction.

"Mark please," you begged,"fuck me. I need you to fuck me." You never begged for anything in your life, especially not when it came to sex, but the way he was touching you, the way he whispered in your ears, you couldn't help it.

Mark smacked your ass roughly before moving the small fabric of your thong to the side. He lined himself with your core, rubbing the tip along your clit. Your legs began to shake from the feeling, hand looking for something to grab onto. Mark took your wrist, pinning your hand to the wall.

"Oh my god," you whimpered.

"It feels good doesn't it," he whispered in your ear.

Mark entered you slowly, softly moaning when he bottomed out. He thrusted in you slowly, his other hand rubbing your side. This was like a dream he never wanted to wake from. Fucking you on a wall, you begging for him, is only something he imagined, but never considered happening. The way you clenched around him for dear life was enough to make him pass out right then and there.

Mark thrusted into you slowly, but hard. You had to cover your mouth to not let the loud moans reach the ears of people walking by. You pressed against him more, wanting more of him. "F-faster," you stuttered.

Mark did as you told, earning a loud moan to escape your lips. Mark didn't care though. He didn't care that people would know it was him that was giving you the time of your life. He wanted people to know. "Say my name Y/N."

"M-mark," you whined softly.

"You can do better than that, you know you can." His hand reached around your body, slipping under your legs. He rubbed your clit fast, making your head fall back onto his shoulder, jaw slacked under his touch.

"M-mark, I'm gonna cum," you breathed out.

Mark's glasses were so fogged up, he could barely see what was in front of him. He snatched them off, throwing them onto the counter behind him. You took your hand off your mouth, reaching back for him. Mark leaned down, kissing you deeply as your hand tangled in his hair.

"F-fuck I'm-"

Your sentence was cut off with the wave of pleasure that crashed over your body. You grasped Mark's hair tight as you clenched around him. But Mark didn't give you a chance to calm down, still fucking into you at a steady pace.

"M-mark I can't," you whimpered out.

"You can and you will." His voice was low. He was completely in the zone. You pushed your hips against him despite saying you couldn't do it anymore, completely overtaken by the pleasure. "Are you on the pill?"

You nodded, kissing his jawline softly.

"Good." Mark let go of your hand on the wall and moved his hand from your clit, holding your hips tight as he practically rammed into you at this point. You couldn't let out a single sound, any inchling of pleasure threatened to be too loud. Mark noticed and let out a dark chuckle. He kissed you deeply, allowing you to moan all you wanted to in his mouth.

"Shit I'm gonna cum," you moaned against his lips.

"Cum with me okay?"

With a few more thrust, you came again, your knees almost giving out this time. Mark came inside of you, painting your insides white as soon as he felt you clench around him. He held your weak body up, making sure you didn't fall on the concrete floor.

The both of you stood there, Mark pressed against your body, trying to catch your breaths. Every deep breath made by Mark was shaky, air tickling your ear. You would never admit this to yourself but you liked it. In fact, you loved it. And you would do it again. You never fucked anyone twice, but Mark had to be an exception.

He pulled out of you slowly, watching the white liquid slowly fall down your leg. "Fuck," he muttered to himself. "I-I'm sorry about that. I-I should've asked you first."

And just like that, the shy cute boy Mark was back.

You turned around, finally facing him again after 10 minutes. He still looked as sweet as ever, rosy cheeks, slightly swollen lips, sweat dripping down his forehead. But yet, even with the aftermath of fucking you, he was still so so cute. "There's paper towels over there."

Mark turned around, looking to where you pointed. He quickly picked up the roll ripping off a piece and handed it to you. "Here. I'm sorry."

You took the paper, laughing to yourself softly as you cleaned yourself up. "Stop apologizing. I liked it, you know."

"Liked what?"

"When you came inside me."

Mark was a bit taken by by your super forward answer, face becoming redder as he proceeded it. He looked away from you as he fixed himself up, the embarrassment of the situation starting to fill his brain.

"And I didn't know you were like that," you confessed, throwing the paper in the trash.

"Like what?"

"You're so…rough. I thought you were all cute and shy, but you did a complete 180 on me," you stated.

Mark's eyes widened, face palming himself. "I'm really sorry I got too ahead of myself."

You stepped up to him pulling your skirt back down. You looked up at Mark with doe eyes and a small smile. Mark wondered if you could hear his heart beating, because at this point he wouldn't even be surprised if you could hear his inner thoughts. "I like rough Markie."

Mark didn't want to let it go to his head, but it was too late when a small smile tugged on his lips. You kissed him softly, cupping his face. "But in the meantime, I have to leave."

Mark blinked, furrowing his brows at the sudden announcement. "Already?"

"I'm sorry. I have to go to class in an hour and I need to shower." You bent over to grab your bag, but before you could reach it, Mark handed it to you. You opened your mouth to thank him, but he kissed you. Usually, things like this feel awkward, but this time it didn't. You were actually endeared by it.

"Have a nice day," he said, avoiding eye contact.

You kissed him again before reaching for the door knob. Just as you were about to turn it, you had to say something. "Just so you know, I never really say this to people but…I'll see you next time okay?"

Mark nodded, watching you walk out of the closet, leaving him alone. And just like that, his biggest fantasy came true, and all he wanted was for it to happen again.

#nct dream #nct #nct 127 #nct u #nct fanfic #nct smut #nct x reader #nct scenarios #nct oneshot #mark oneshot #mark scenarios #mark smut #nct mark #mark fanfic #mark x reader

[sanjoongie]

Breed! Chapter 4

Unfamiliar

ღPairing: Song Mingi x Reader (f) x Choi San ღGenre: smut with no plot ღAu/Trope: alien!teez, s2l, established relationship ღWord Count: 2,452 ღWarnings: the alien version of shower sex, san loves your thighs, breast play, some verbal/physical instruction from san to mingi, breast fucking, corruption kink (m), penetrative sex with no barrier, bukake, alien colored cum, ღRated: 18+ MDNI ღSummary: In which Mingi is sent down to replace Seonghwa in the experiment but even Mingi isn't insusceptible to the temptations of the human female ღDedication~  @mejuii & @downtoamagicalland beta readers who melted after reading this, enjoy their sacrifice. @smallfrye for suggesting mingi's nickname for reader and encouraging me through this chapter ღChapter 3~ Experiment | All Chapters

You and San were cuddling post-coitus when a very tall, very intimidating new alien walked in. 

“Get up, humans. We have to start over because of you. Time to disinfect you and begin anew,” He informed you.

San pulled you close as you both stood up. “He’s…” his eyes went up and down the new alien’s body, “...big.”

“What do you mean by disinfect?” You peered up at the new alien.

He kept his eyes straight. “You were going to get refreshments but then you undid all the work Seonghwa performed so you will clean yourself and then I will resume Seonghwa’s duties.”

“And we may call you?” San put his head on your shoulder from behind you. You knew that move. He was trying to look cute

“Mingi,” The tall alien replied curtly, “Now follow me.”

You motioned for San to grab your clothes and then you followed Mingi through the alien spaceship. It was interesting to finally be removed from what was clearly some large room of observance. The stark whiteness continued in the hallways and there seemed to be no buttons or mechanics to prompt anything. And yet doors opened for Mingi. Perhaps it was a psychic thing?

“Do you read minds, perhaps?” The question came unbidden from your mouth.

Mingi sent a slanted look your way. “We do not.”

“Does the ship respond to you naturally?” You asked next.

Mingi frowned down at you. “We have inserted responder chips at birth… these questions are not in regards to the breeding mission and they will cease.”

You deflated, your naturally curious mind sad. San patted your shoulder. “All you need to know is that he’s about to fuck you, Babe.”

Mingi stiffened in front of you and then rigidly held out an arm to indicate the next room he wanted you to go in. Did he not like that word? Or his duty?

You opened your mouth to ask another question but Mingi cut you off with a sharp look. “No more questions.” He pointed to the center of the room. “Go.”

“Lowkey into you pissing this one off and see if he anger-fucks you, not gonna lie,” San whispered into your ear. 

“San, that one looks like if we piss him off anymore, he’ll just laser sword cut us in half, make an excuse to Hongjoong and they’ll go kidnap another female,” You shook your head, “No, I’m not risking that.”

San folded his arms behind his head. “Yeah, I also wouldn’t risk not being able to get fucked by him too.”

“No more speaking!” Mingi bellowed. 

With a flick of his wrist, some strange purple liquid sprayed out of a hose in the new room, covering your bodies. The spraying stopped and San looked at you with a question mark hanging over his head. You shrugged and started to rub what you assumed was soap along your body. 

San was so focused on his own body, that when he turned to ask if you could get his back, physically incapable of reaching with his arms, his eyes got a little glazed over. You were working up the purple liquid into some bubbles on your thighs. San did love your thighs. They were also very dirty from all the cum that had been dripping out of you with multiple climax’s inside of you--and San’s messy eating earlier, of course.

What didn’t escape San’s observations was that Mingi was staring--and not in the stern guard stance he had earlier. Mingi’s face had lost its hard quality and was now a little gobsmacked at you washing your body. You moved to your breasts and his mouth parted slowly. Then San had an idea.

“Babe, let me help you, you missed a spot,” San said sweetly.

You rolled your eyes. “San, if I didn’t miss a spot, the machine that sprayed--”

You gasped softly as San, softly but firmly, grasped both your breasts and rubbed his thumbs lovingly over your nipples. You whimpered at the sensitivity. 

San leaned closer to whisper, “He likes it, Babe.”

Both of your eyes slid back to the tall alien, who was currently biting down on his lip. The minute he saw the both of you looking at him, he attempted to snap back into place. “Hurry up! I’ve got a mission to complete.”

“I can help you complete it,” You chirped happily. “I just need to wash this off first.”

Mingi eyed you warily. San’s hands had thankfully moved to your waist, squeezing it encouragingly. Mingi’s wrist flicked again and another hose came out to suck off all the purple liquid. First it took care of San, who looked disappointed when it didn’t stay on his dick too long, and then it moved to you. You watched under your eyelashes when the hose got to your breasts, making them bounce with the motion of removing the liquid from you. Oddly enough, you felt pretty clean after the foreign way of ‘showering’ was finished. 

When Mingi spoke next, his voice was low and gravelly. “We should move back to the Room of Observation.”

“Wait,” You raised your hand. “You should inspect me to make sure I’m properly clean.”

San sniggered behind his hand and played it off with wiping his lips as if the machine could have possibly missed anything. 

Mingi frowned. “The ship hardly…” His words failed him as you ran your hands over your body. You even turned around, head looking over your shoulder at your ass and back. 

“Are you sure?” You turned again, cupping your breasts, looking unsure, “I don't think they're as clean as they should be.”

Mingi took a tentative step, caught between curiosity and detachment. “Perhaps I should make sure everything is in place before…”

You quickly grabbed his hand and guided it to your breast. Mingi’s face became less stoic and more open with wonder. “So soft,” he murmured under his breath. He brushed a thumb over your nipple, just like San had done before, and it puckered immediately for him.

“Ca-careful,” You whined.

Mingi’s eyes were big with worry. “It hurts?”

You swallowed, hard. Corrupting these aliens was now starting to become your kink. “You just have to be gentle. Please.”

“You could try using your mouth,” San said from behind, a shit eating grin covering his face. And sporting an obvious chubby, of course. 

“My mouth?” Mingi echoed.

“I’ll show you!” San announced cheerfully.

Mingi slid to your left side as San ambled up to your right. He cupped your breast like Mingi was and then lowered his mouth to the height of your nipple. With his eyes rolled upwards to stay locked with yours, he licked your nipple with the tip of his tongue before carefully surrounding his entire mouth around it. You whimpered again at the stimulation. And when Mingi copied him? Your eyes rolled into the back of your head. 

San popped off you. “See how she adores it? Doesn’t it make you want to do more?”

Oh, Mingi simply had no chance, caught between the two of you.

Mingi shook his head, almost as if he was struggling with a lust-filled mental fog. “I shouldn’t--”

“Don’t you want to fuck them?” San randomly suggested.

“Fuck…” Mingi looked beyond confused.

San’s expressions fought between excitement and seriousness. “Oh yeah, I love fucking her tits. You just smoosh them together and then you get all that softness surrounding your dick and it’s so good.”

Mingi looked at you next and you felt the weight of it. “You wanna fuck my tits, Mingi?” You asked softly.

Mingi nodded without truly understanding what he was agreeing to. You had a feeling that this was going to get him in trouble, like San had been for undoing Seonghwa’s ‘good work’ but you were too deep into this to stop. And you wanted to see how truly big Mingi was before he fucked you. If he fucked you. When he fucked you.

So you laid down and San looked at Mingi expectedly. Mingi discarded his robe absent-mindedly, eyes on how your boobs were pooling on your chest with the gravity change. Mingi was very hard and very big and you gasped. 

Mingi’s eyebrows furrowed in concern. “Is it bad?”

San threw his head back and laughed. He companionably clapped Mingi on the shoulder. “Oh no, my friend, she is very, very happy.”

Mingi sent many unsure looks at San but allowed himself to be directed so that Mingi knelt, knees on either side of your ribcage. San pushed down on Mingi’s shoulders, making Mingi straddle you. You reached for his cock, that bounced with the motion of San making Mingi sit and brought it flush with your chest. You pushed your breasts together as best as you could. You looked up expectantly at Mingi but he had his eyes closed, unable to handle even just the feeling of your breasts around his cock.

San pushed Mingi’s lower half forward, a gentle hand on the alien’s ass. Mingi made a choked noise, close to a whine as he was directed to thrust into your breasts. You could feel your chest and breasts being smeared with Mingi’s precum. 

“Just like that,” San coached Mingi in a low tone that was making your lower half even wetter than you already were from this scenario. “Isn’t my Babe good to you?”

Mingi opened his eyes, looking down his nose. “Human…” he whimpered.

You shook your head and tucked your head closer to your chest. You stuck your tongue out so you could catch the head of Mingi’s cock with it and it made him gasp. “Not ‘Human’, Mingi.”

Mingi’s face screwed up, the pleasure clearly getting to him. “Seonghwa chose--hhhhhhnnnnnn--something--ah! Ah!--pretty?”

You rewarded him with another lick to the head of his cock and he thrusted so sharply into your breasts that you had to adjust your hold on them. While you had been focusing on Mingi, San had been focusing on you. He knelt to where your legs were spread and was preparing to fuck you. It wasn’t fair if Mingi had all the fun, after all. 

“During our travels to your world, there was a wonderful comet that we came abreast of,” Mingi said tentatively. “My comet?”

You whined as San stretched you out. Mingi smiled tentatively, thinking that was a sign of your approval. “Perfect,” You said, clipped tone trying to not belay the situation behind Mingi.

“My Comet,” Mingi panted, “Can you.. Do more.. With your tongue?”

San chuckled behind Mingi and Mingi almost turned around to find where the male human had moved to before you quickly moved to catch the head of Mingi’s cock into your mouth. Instead of your tongue licking his slick head, you sucked lightly on the tip of his dick just before it receded and Mingi groaned loudly. The deep, cave-like voice made you clench and San fuck you a little bit harder.

You focused on keeping Mingi’s attention on you as San fucked you from behind. Normally, San was so aggressively verbal. You could tell he was holding back by the way his nails dug into the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs. His strokes would slow down when he sensed you tightening around him. He knew better than to let you cum before you got Mingi to. But San was simply a stickler for making you cum first above all, because he just wanted you spoiled.

“I feel…hot…” Mingi blinked wearily, sweat beading his hairline. 

“Don’t stop,” You said encouragingly, “I promise, it’ll be worth it.”

Mingi followed his pleasure, thrusting his cock in between your tits until finally he came. You have a second to close your eyes before he spurted all over your face and chest. You didn’t get to see what kind of face Mingi made when he came but you did get to hear his higher pitched gasps as he experienced his first orgasm. And lucky for you, Mingi helped gather some of his cum off your face so that you could at least open your eyes. 

Meanwhile, once San heard Mingi’s noises of pleasure, it was off to the races for him. He fucked you as accurately as he could, hitting that spongey part inside of you to make the two of you cum at the same time. You cried out and San let out a grunt and Mingi looked down at you in confusion. 

This time Mingi did turn around and when he saw what San had managed to do--and he had failed at--he grew back to the angry alien he had been before. “You tricked me!” He accused.

San grumbled back, “The way I had to beg for a boob job and she gladly gave it to you.”

Mingi stood up and began to pace. “I don’t understand!”

“Mingi, it was a way to ease you into it,” You pleaded with him.

You absentmindedly wiped some of his cum from your face and that’s when you discovered that his cum was a lovely light blue color. Was each alien’s cum a different color of the rainbow?

It was like San read your mind. “Skittles, taste the rainbow,” He whispered before collapsing into giggles.

“Mingi, what’s taking so--” Hongjoong stood at the door, in complete shock at the scene before him. 

Mingi looked worried. “I can explain!”

Hongjoong folded his arms over his chest. “Explain why, what I assume is your essence, is all over the female human and not inside of her and the human male is copulating with her instead?!”

“San was demonstrating!” You attempted to jump in.

“And Mingi was mimicking it with her breasts. It’s a common practice; practically a rite of passage between two male friends,” San added, picking up what you were putting down.

Hongjoong didn’t look entirely convinced but with a disapproving ‘tsk’ and a curt, “Back to the Room of Observation--all of you.” It seemed like he wasn’t going to fight it.

Mingi’s shoulders collapsed inwards in relief. He sent another look of confusion to San then you. San helped you up, offering his t-shirt to wipe off Mingi’s cum as he put on his shorts. 

You shrugged after wiping his cum from you. “You scratch our back, we scratch yours.”

Mingi didn’t look less confused by that idiom. “Humans are weird.”

“Says the alien that just vacuumed us clean,” San muttered back.

You laughed under your breath. “Back to the Room of Observation for us I guess.”

“You think the grumpy one will let you fuck her when we get back there?” San elbowed Mingi to get his attention.

Mingi winced. “No. I think he’s done with our mistakes.”

You swallowed hard and loud… did that mean Hongjoong was next? Taglist: @hijirikaww @pyeonghongrie @flurrys-creativity @mingsolo @starlitmark @stardragongalaxy @k-pop-ology

Breed! Taglist: @tiny-apocalypse @is4b3ll3s @yourfatherlucifer @mulletjoonsupremacy @lavishloving

#kvanity #kwritersworldnet #pirateeznet #cultofdionysusnet #ateez smut #choi san smut #song mingi smut #atz smut #mingi smut #choi san x reader #topaz's work #ღatz #alien!teez

[usiel21]

There will come a day where the stalker or someone will kidnap Enid in order to use her against Wednesday. He or she will be filled with such confidence about their plan, but Enid will hold a smug sadness, saying that Wednesday won't come for her, Wednesday won't fall for such an obvious trap even if she was worth saving which she isn't. Enid, having come to terms with the fact she was in love with her best friend, that she came to terms with the fact that Wednesday would never feel the same, that she would pine and worship Wednesday from within the shadows for the rest of her life. Enid, believing that no-one would come for her, not Wednesday, not her family, because she thinks she's not worth it. But she's glad because Wednesday would stay safe even if it meant it cost her life once her usefulness was null and void. Until the ground started to shake and a rumbling seems to engulf the cabin. Enid looks up as the darkness seems to create a shockwave that consistently shakes the walls and the very foundations of the cabin "What in the fuck" He mumbles to himself, Enid hears the something being slapped into something else, a clicking sound and snap, Enid realises that the man has just loaded a weapon and primed it. The windows start to rattle as specks of black start to black out the windows, the mass seeming to sift and creep and Enid realises what she's looking at. Bees.

Millions upon millions of Bees. Suddenly the door to the cabin shakes in the frame as something rattles it. Something heavy. SLAM. SLAM. SLAM. The man unloads several rounds into the door. Each shot causing Enid to flinch and shake, smoke pours from the end of the barrel, the last shell casing having clattered to the floor. There was sudden silence. Save for the buzzing of the bee's surrounding the cabin. The door is suddenly blown apart causing Enid to shriek and turn her head away as splinters of wood fly in all directions. Smoke dances and prances in the dim light until a shadow steps through, her face aflame with an icy fury. "You dare to take what belongs to me. I will make you beg for mercy in death" Wednesday says coldly, except Enid gapes at her, Wednesday is adorned from head to toe in black armour, a sword clasped in her right hand, a small dagger in the left.

But there upon one of the pauldron's is a small insignia, the head of a howling wolf. White in colour, except for two streaks of blue and pink atop the wolf's head. "Wends..." Enid whimpers softly.

"You think I didn't come prepared Addams?" The Man hissed. "You people are stupidly impervious to damage, except for this" The Man says pressing the barrel of the gun to the side of Enid's head. "I heard that the pain of losing the love of your life is enough to make you Addams' die from a broken heart." The man grins maliciously. "I'm curious to find out!"

Wednesday raises the sword and points it at the man. "Enid's life is the only thing stopping me from ripping you apart. The pain of losing the woman I love will destroy me, but I'll have enough will left to avenge her upon your corpse" Wednesday threatened darkly. "Wends..." Enid whispers almost silently "...you love me?" Her eyes pleading, desperate, shimmering with tears. "You overtook my soul with yours Enid, you conquered every corner of darkness with the light you bring, how... how could i not?"

Enid let the tears fall, because Wednesday was here for her. Wednesday had really come for her but as her assailant and Wednesday stared each other down more shadows moved behind her, Wednesday stepped to the side to clear her view and she saw the entirety of Wednesday's family behind her, their faces thunderous, Yoko, Divina, Ajax, Eugene, and half of Nevermore seemed to be outside.

And she realised that she was loved and cherished, so much so that Wednesday call in every favour she ever had to mobilize a small army. Gomez Addams stepped up behind his daughter, his own sabre raised, as he backed up his eldest, the look upon his face sent genuine fear down Enid's spine, his face dark, monstrous. "You stole our wolf from the Addams clan" Gomez uttered darkly, As Morticia gracefully came up to her husbands side. "And for that there shall be no mercy for you for she has our little stormcloud's heart, ensnaring all our hearts with her colourfully sharp claws!" "She is family" Morticia said proudly "And we protect our family." She said as her eyes turned black. Sweat began to pour from the man's forehead, his composure gone and doubt began to gnaw at him, the gun came away from Enid's temple to point directly at Wednesday who darted forwards, her sword flashing, and his arm, still clutching the pistol, hit the floor with a thud.

But Enid paid no heed to this, only when Wednesday flew to her side, her hands more gentle that she thought possible as Wednesday checked over her carefully, face laced with concern. Her hands became loose and Enid's first act was to launch forwards, ensnaring Wednesday in her arms, her scent a comfort, her touch a relief, her love a salvation.

Enid, inconsolable with both sadness and elation, with the knowledge she was now truly loved, that she had a family, that she had Wednesday, who held her tight lest she slip from her fingers again.

Enid, finally felt loved.

#wenclair

[p3terparker]

𝗷𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀 - 𝘀𝘁𝗲𝘃𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘁𝗼𝗻

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: steve gets jealous over your friendship with eddie.

𝗮/𝗻: i finished stranger things which absolutely broke me and i am officially in a steve mood so i decided to try out writing for him :D i hope u guys like it!!

𝘄/𝗰: 1.1k

“i can’t stand that kid” steve mumbles to dustin, watching you laugh at whatever horrible joke eddie is telling you.

right now it was late at night, and your friend group, consisting of the kids + nancy, jonathan, robin, and eddie, were hanging out at steves house.

“hey! ‘that kid’ is my friend for your information. it’s not his fault that he’s not a loser and isn’t afraid to actually flirt with y/n.” dustin retorts.

“yeah yeah, whatever. i should’ve just ignored you and not invited eddie.” steve says bitterly while ripping his gaze away from you, frustrated at eddie stealing all of your attention while at his own house.

“dude, stop being such a wimp and make a move on her already. it’s so obvious she likes you.” dustin encourages, tired of hearing steve whine about you. 

“it’s so obvious who likes who?” robin enthusiastically chimes in loudly after overhearing dustin.

“jesus christ robin, can you talk any louder?”  steve groans, annoyed at everything right now. 

“well okay then, what has your panties in a twist?”

“steve is throwing a tantrum because eddie is hogging up all of y/n’s attention.” dustin says blandly. 

“i’m not throwing a tantrum!”

“dingus, are you blind or are you stupid?” robin starts. “y/n so clearly likes you that just looking at the way she looks at you makes me want to vomit. stop being a coward and go talk to her” 

“you guys are just telling me what i want to hear–”

“you know what, i can’t listen to you whine like a baby anymore” dustin says before he stands up and starts walking towards you.

“dustin what the hell are you doing?! get back over here now” steve frantically whisper-yells, afraid of what dustin is going to say to you.

“hey y/n! steve was just about to go and pick up some pizza for us. you should go with him so he doesn’t have to drive at night alone. you know he sucks at directions.” dustin suggests to you to which you happily oblige.

“oh sure, i’ll go! steve are you ready?” you say while standing up getting ready to leave.

“y-yeah, let’s go” steve stutters while following you out the door and also leaving himself a mental note to never tell dustin anything ever again.

trailing in front of you, steve opens the passenger door of his car for you to enter, trying his best to be a gentleman, which made you smile and give him a small thank you.

“soo, you and eddie seem to be close” steve says while driving, talking over the music playing on the radio.

“yeah, he’s a pretty good friend of mine” you say as you smile, oblivious to the bitter look on steves face.

“oh, that’s nice… do you- um do you like him?”

“what?! that’s insane, of course i don’t. why do you ask?” you exclaim.

“ahh i don’t know. just curious i guess.” steve says, looking conflicted which causes you not to question any further. 

after five minutes of driving and listening to open arms over the radio, steve parked his car on the side of the road.

“steve what are you–”

“can i tell you something?” he cuts you off, asking more as a statement than a question.

“um, sure? what is it?”

“i like you. so so much. seeing you with eddie or any other guy for that matter makes me so incredibly jealous. it hurts my heart so much when i think of someone else being with you. taking you out on dates. making love to you. we’re not even in a relationship and i already envision starting a huge family with you and being able to travel across the world with you and our kids. i’m sorry if i’m making you uncomfortable, but i need you to know how much i like you. it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way. i just needed you to know.” steve finally finishes, leaving you sitting there with your mouth slightly agape, in complete shock.

“steve, you don’t understand how happy you just made me” you start, already seeing steves face light up. “i have liked you for so long, i’ve just been too scared to say anything. i thought you and robin had a thing.”

“me and robin?! trust me, you don’t have to worry about that. you’re the only one that i want.”

“well, since you like me and know that i like you, why don’t you ask me out already?” you say cheekily.

“you’re too cute.” steve says, already gaining back his confidence after hearing your confession to him. “step out of the car for a second.” he orders as he steps out of the car and opens the passenger door for you to walk out.

“what are you doing?” you question as he guides you to the front of the car, lifting you on top of the hood so you both are at eye level.

“y/n y/ln” he starts. 

“you are so amazing and beautiful and funny and lovely and adorable and–”

“alright, i get it steve!” you say giggling, wondering what he’s about to do.

“will you make me the happiest man alive and be my girlfriend?” he asks, already smiling because he was able to make you laugh.

“hmmm” you pretend to think. “yes!”

that was all he needed to hear before placing your face in his hands and giving you a kiss.

“i have been waiting so long to do this” he mumbles into the kiss.

“you and me both”

stepping away from you, steve looks up into the sky and starts shouting like a man who just won the lottery. 

“you hear that everyone! y/n y/ln is my girlfriend! steve harrington is dating y/n y/ln!” he screams, making you laugh and try to shush him.

“steve shut up! you’re going to wake people up!” 

“i honestly don’t care. i need everyone in hawkins to know you’re my girl now. totally not in a sexist possessive douchebag way, simply in a i’m yours and your mine type of way” he starts rambling, not wanting to cause you to run off from him already.

“steve, i get it.” you laugh. “also, shouldn’t we go get the pizza? i’m sure everyone is wondering where we’re at”

“screw them, let’s go on a date”

#steve harrington #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington angst #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x yn #steve harrington x y/n #stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst #eddie munson smut #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x yn #eddie munson x y/n

[luegoshippeo]

Graydon Hastur name

Another curiosity related with names, the name Hastur, beside being a entity from Cthulhu Mythos. In Icelandic it��s an adjective, of speech, that means rough or brusque.

Reminded me the first impresions we have of Hastur family in the wedding feast; -And then he sort of grunted and shuffled his feet-

It suits the first impression we have of Graydon, but not when we really meet him

#willow #willow2022 #save willow #waiting for willow #willow geek #willow 2022 #willow ufgood #willow curiositis #curiosity #Curious facs #wlw #kit #kit tanthalos #jade #jade claymore #jade x kit #kit x jade #airk tanthalos #elora danan #graydon hastur #thraxus boorman #scorpia #sorsha #sorsha tanthalos #tanthamore #tanthalos #madmartigan #hastur #king hastur #prince graydon

[silverynight]

The pro hero convention

Finally, Izuku can't contain his excitement; he's going to meet All Might himself! Yeah, he's retired, but he'll attend this particular convention because he's now the mentor of one of the best pro heroes: Dynamight.

Now, Izuku truly admires him too, but the truth is that he bought his ticket because he wants to see All Might.

He wonders if he'd be willing to sign his merch or at least Izuku's old notebook in which he has gathered a lot of information about quirks over the past twenty years.

Izuku is just a quirkless boy who works at a bakery, but he's still a fan boy who loves to know everything about pro heroes and the things they do to protect society.

Maybe he can go see pro hero Shoto after that; it's not like he doesn't want to stay and see Dynamight as well... it's just that they used to go to the same school when they were very little and even though they weren't friends ('cause Katsuki himself told him that a couple of times), the little blond boy used to protect him from other kids that made fun of him and Izuku called him his hero because of it.

It'd be an awkward reunion, that's why he wants to avoid it. Besides, it's not like Katsuki has a friendly personality. It's one of the reasons his PR is exhausted at the moment and follows him basically everywhere.

Although now that he thinks about it, Katsuki has probably forgotten all about him already.

Maybe Izuku has nothing to worry about.

There's a huge line already; Katsuki has a lot of female fans because he's very handsome, just like Shoto.

Fortunately, he doesn't have to get in line because All Might is by himself watching everything from afar; the fact that no one recognizes his true form makes Izuku sad. It's true that it's not like most of people know the story behind All Might's power, but it's not a secret either.

Shaking with excitement, Izuku approaches the tall, thin and blond man with the dark blue suit and tries to speak without stammering too much.

"Could you please sign my notebook, All Might?"

The man smiles, although he looks a bit surprised at the same time.

Izuku gets flustered.

"I mean... I know you're not here to do that, but I thought–"

"I'd love to, young man."

"Really?" Izuku knows he has stars in his eyes at the moment and that he's blushing, but he can't help himself.

"Yeah, sure! Follow me!"

Izuku doesn't know how his legs somehow keep functioning, but they do. He walks behind All Might towards the table where Dynamight is signing merchandise with an expression that tells everyone he'd rather be anywhere else.

All Might sits on a chair next to the young pro hero and tells Izuku to show him everything he wants him to sign.

"Izuku?"

The green haired boy blushes to the tip of his ears and gets immediately nervous.

"Kacchan! Uhh... No, sorry! I mean Dynamight!" Izuku begs all the gods up there Katsuki doesn't kick him out before he gets at least one of his things signed by All Might.

"You can call me whatever the fuck you want," Katsuki smirks, looking suddenly very happy with himself.

His PR is having the worst time of her life; the girls in front of the line are impatient already and Izuku is sure more than one recorded Katsuki cursing out loud.

"Do you two know each other?" All Might smiles, genuinely curious.

"We used to go to the same school when we were little." Izuku says, very proud of himself because he sounded normal and didn't stammer once.

"We played house a lot; I used to demand Izuku to be my wife every single time," Katsuki says, very proud of himself.

Izuku's face turns completely red; he can't believe he had forgotten about that.

"Here." Katsuki hands Izuku his own phone while a very enthusiastic fan starts glaring at Izuku likes he's her nemesis now.

"Uhh..."

"Add your number."

Izuku is so nervous he doesn't even question it, he just does it. When he gives him the phone back, Katsuki has a huge grin on his face that shocks his own fans a bit because they're used to see him with a frown upon his face all the time.

"So... you have come here to see me?"

"I actually wanted to meet All Might."

Katsuki's smug grin disappears in an instant; he grimaces like he's in pain before narrowing his eyes.

Then he pouts like he used to do whenever Izuku didn't want to play house with him. Now, he remembers...

At that moment his PR tells Katsuki to keep signing and Izuku feels relieved for not having his undivided attention anymore.

All Might chuckles, looking from him to Katsuki with amusement before asking Izuku to put everything he wants him to sign over the table.

Izuku is too excited again to think about what just happened with Katsuki; he's never been so happy before.

***

He makes his exit quickly and goes directly to where pro hero Shoto is signing things for his fans.

Still shaking with excitement about what happened earlier, Izuku decides to wait in line to meet pro hero Shoto and keeps looking at all the merchandise All Might signed for him.

Izuku can't stop grinning the entire time.

"Izuku."

He gasps and he's sure a couple of people around squeak in delight when they notice Dynamight standing a few feet from the line.

"Kacchan!" Izuku mumbles, wondering how Katsuki managed to escape from his own signing.

"It's my lunch break," Katsuki says, almost like he's reading Izuku's mind.

He smirks when the green haired boy blinks at him, but has to growl at the people who gather around him to try to get a picture and an autograph too.

They take a couple of steps back as soon as they notice the way the pro hero is glaring at them.

"Let's go grab something to eat, Izuku. My treat..."

"I was waiting to–"

"Half and half is not worth it," Katsuki cuts him off, looking irritated out of the sudden. It must be due to the fact that he's always fighting Shoto over the first place.

Despite the expression on Katsuki's face, Izuku can't help but smile at him; it's like when they were kids, the blond had always been stubborn and kept following Izuku around until he agreed to play as his wife.

"Fine," Izuku gives in, allowing Katsuki to lead him outside the building for a moment.

They actually have a good time; it's like he never stopped seeing Katsuki because it's so easy to talk to him about anything.

Despite being just a quirkless guy, Katsuki seems genuinely interested in Izuku's life; he asks about the bakery and makes Izuku share the location with him.

At some point, Katsuki takes one of Izuku's hands in his and stares into his eyes in a way that makes Izuku turn completely red in seconds.

"I want us to be close again."

"Sure! I'd love to be your friend!"

To his confusion, Katsuki shakes his head a couple of times.

"I don't want us to be just friends," he says, leaning closer. "I want to start dating you."

"Are you sure? I mean we just–"

"I never do anything I don't want to; yes, I'm pretty sure," Katsuki assures him, leaning forward to give him a kiss on the forehead.

"Okay, let's start dating!"

Izuku thought it'd be weird to even think about it since Katsuki is one of the best pro heroes and he's very talented and famous, but the truth is that Izuku feels at home whenever he's with him.

Maybe this could work out.

The only bad thing about it is that in less than a day, Dynamight's fans find out through social media.

Izuku texts Katsuki about it, but it seems like he not only does not mind what they say, he just makes it worse by posting a couple of pictures he took of Izuku on his official Instagram.

It almost looks like Katsuki wants everyone to know he's dating Izuku.

It's alright, actually. Izuku is sure everything will be fine. Dating a pro hero can't be that complicated.

***

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#bnha #mha #my hero academia #bkdk #bakudeku #bakugou katsuki #izuku midoriya

[oxyphara]

Major Path to Nowhere spoilers under the readmore, Shalom Interrogation thoughts and theories, got some serious theory crafting and some silly ones

Chiefff I love her so much, getting to hear her voice again is amazing, and her past is so sad!

Due to her saying: "Mark my words, you'll regret this. If you don't end me right now, you're in for a world of pain!" It leads me to believe that past Chief was provoking her on purpose, so that Shalom would be "forced" to kill her in order to remove the shackles.

About that Chief.... um, past you probably would depise that you're still alive... :(

Past Chief: *hates Shalom, hates everything, everyone, herself, shackles Shalom out of anger and desperation so Shalom would kill her*

Shalom, finally experiencing emotions again: FRIEND :) She's so amazing, able to fly under the radar, she's so great, incredible, even now she keeps her humanity(-> proceeds to call us a monster, multiple times)

SHALOM I know your experiencing emotions again in awhile so you're clearly overwhelmed but girl calm down she didn't do what she did to be nice or to help you! She probably knew nothing about that, she just wanted death... :(

Also... I know the Shalom touches the Chief (presumably on the head as seen in the first CG) Also the CG is so pretty, poor past Chief looks so depressed and broken in how she was slumped over in that chair. Yet even after that, there seems to have been a delay between that touch and Shalom being shackled..? Does this mean that the Chief shackled Shalom without touching her?? Chief is straight-jacketed. If the Chief's shackles were always hers, then it stands to reason past her would know more about it, things she possibility wouldn't want to tell anyone about. Something present her has also done, hiding information for her own protection.

Not to mention, in the prologue, the Chief also shackled Hella without meaning to... So maybe it really doesn't require touch, it's just easier to establish the connection to a Sinner's mania through touch?

On a serious note.. What happened... Past Chief seems to hate everything, everyone, and most importantly, herself. She obviously seemed to want to be dead. (Whose protection is the straightjacket for? Hmmm?) I mean, obviously a lot happened to her.

"I will never forgive, never!!" Forgive what? Did Past Chief find out something she shouldn't have about the MBCC, FAC, 9th Agency, Paradiasoes? Never forgive about being experimented on by the Underground?(In the unfurl flashbacks when taking about how the shackles were acquired from the Underground, it shows the Chief in a strange form, so it seems that she and her shackles were the og, and her shackles were presumably "defective" from the Underground Shephard's(?) ).

Then due to her being presumed defective, hence a risk Paradiasoes wouldn't like, when really it was her shackles and not her personally, her shackles were replicated into the previous Chiefs of MBCC until for some reason("no other choice but her") she was forced to become Chief. Perhaps the shackles being implanted into her, and possibly the experiments done on her to replicate it so other people could wield them. Perhaps she found out about the secret MBCC lab(possibly the lab the replication experiments happened) that Suspect R destroyed in the prologue which is shown behind her actually. It's all very curious, and all of those could be a factor. It required the Chief credentials to access, so it's possible that the Chief found out about it, and hence Suspect R somehow? (To me due to Suspect R's closeness with Chief and how initially she wanted to take Chief with her in the prologue, it makes me feel like Past Chief and Suspect R were in cahoots until the plan fell apart? Perhaps to get back at the world, since Suspect-R seems motivated by the administrations failures, and also Suspect-R expresses disgust by the shackles, perhaps Past Chief shared a similar view on the shackles and the exploitation(replication) of her powers, hence one of the reasons she wanted death to prevent this? )

It's all so interesting and curious. It's hard to craft theories with so little info since a lot of it isn't certain, and what info we were given spawns even more questions...

Anywho, serious theory crafting over, silly theory crafting next:

Second of all,

I love how this implies that the Chief was given a haircut BEFORE being shoved into the reconstruction pod. The Chief's hair is indeed longer in the past!

Lmfaooo, who do you think gave her a haircut and why?

I vote Nightingale 😂

Nightingale: Chief, with all the operations you've been on, your hair gets so messy because it's so long. Instead of complaining about it, let me fix that for you :)

Past Chief, probably traumatized by experimentation: NO

Nightingale: *>:(*

Later:

Reconstruction Researcher: We're about to place her in the pod.

Nightingale, scissors in hand: ONE MOMENT-

Later:

Adela: If you ever need a haircut, please, stop on by.

Present Chief: I'll consider it :)

Nightingale: You've got to be kidding me...

Lmfao, remember the whole "Midnight Barber" meme audio, Nightingale is the Midnight(ingale) Barber

#Path to Nowhere #ptn chief #ptn nightingale #ptn shalom #ptn #female mc chief #female chief #ptn spoilers #path to nowhere spoilers

[zein-satsuki]

Anthony (Angel Dust) X Top Male Reader

Hazbin hotel FanFiction contains Hella lot of smut and violence. Little small fluff to dear little Antsy (Anthony).

Not my art

"Remember little pumpkin pie, whenever I'm not by your side and you need a little company, just call out to me and I'll be there in split seconds."

"Really?"

"Yes my little baby I'll always be by your side."

3rd pov

M/N is always a weird kid. Oddly too quiet unlike the other children, far too obedient and thoughtful for the adults' taste. But when he get thrown the job to take care of the other children while his family is on vacation or some business dinner, he never complained about anything. In fact, he did it perfectly so with the convenience, his parents never thought of anything abnormal.

His younger sisters and brothers are just like any normal kid, annoying and noisy, but when M/N's around with them, they are strangely more quiet. His words has always worked better than his parents.

Well this eventually spiked their interest since it's Italian's most prized possession, their family relationship. So they relieve some of their time off the busy schedule of work and eventually started hanging around the house more. However they never get to be close with M/N since it's already too late and pass his childhood. His attitude's already shaped, peculiarities thrown to the back of his parents mind due to the other children to take care of.

Even with the burden of his schoolwork and family young 'uns he's still happy and optimistic with everything because of a friend he had in school Lorenzo. Lorenzo was a positive influence on him always being hyperactive and kind. However his curiosity always gets the best of him and that's how M/N get to befriend him. He was curious of the quiet boy sitting in the corner and went up to talk to him and get to know him more. Lorenzo always fight against the injustice treatment M/N gets at his household but M/N never blamed his parents for anything so he always dismiss such with some jokes or other things he in-store that's sure to attract the said male's attention.

They would go out and have parties together and have sleepovers at each others, talk on the phone till sleep and talk about love interest. They even tried watching porn together and that's how M/N found out he's more attracted to boys. It's like finding out a whole another world for Lorenzo asking M/N many stupid questions like did M/N secretly has feelings for him or things like does he want to be a girl only to get thrown pillows to the face to shut him up.

But when M/N's alone he thought about all those things and note to himself he definitely has no feelings for his weird ass bestie and doesn't wish to become a girl. Guess he's just attracted to guys more. And because of the low on EQ he told his parents about it. They were totally disgusted and ignored M/N like he doesn't exist secretly contacting mental doctors for him.

When they found one, let's just say it wasn't a good time. A terrifying one that's run by illegal association. M/N's parents just left him there for years only visiting when it's time for the so called medical fees. It was just pure torture having all the needles and pain of testing new stuff on him getting him sick and always strapped onto the bed to avoid him escaping. M/N endured it all, slowly getting a bit crazy in the inside. But he kept himself in, just for the slimmest chance of escaping. Then, he found one, one of the boss's kid, Anthony.

Remember that the first time they look eye to eye, M/N immediately knowing he's the one and just turn his gaze away afraid of scaring the youngster. While Anthony is just having a fit with his father's homophobic ass and tears hanging a little by his eyes with curses spilling out of his mouth. He is just looking for another sicko to yell at till he saw M/N, the tied up handsome in the cell that's spacing out. He's the type he likes the most, the reverse triangle shaped body and that face, especially that manly ass face definitely his type.

Anthony: Hey, what's a cutie like you doing here~

Then he noticed where he's at.

Anthony: Oh I'm gonna kill those fuckers for messing with ya...

M/N: Don't, you don't want to mess with them. I...I don't want them to hurt you.

The voice and the caring he had for him absolutely nailed Anthony in as he squeezed happily in his heart and just got more determined to save this one outta hell.

Anthony: Don't worry belloissimo, it's no biggie. Besides, I'd rather have you by my side than knowing that fucker (his father) doing something to ya and doing nothing!

M/N: It's fine, really. I don't blame you.

Anthony: No it's not! Okay? End of discussion!

M/N: Listen um...

Anthony: The name's Anthony. What about yours bell'uomo?

M/N: Hehehe... I'm M/N but you're free to call me anything you want.

Anthony: Then I'll keep with the nicknames then muscoli.

M/N: Heh, I'm not that fit.

Anthony: Ya kiddin'? Ya da buffest I seen around!

M/N: You flatter me. I'm not that good.

Anthony: But that you are, I just need to get you out here to look for yourself!

M/N: Yeah about that. I still wish that you don't do something, please.

Anthony: But...

M/N: Believe me, I have a plan...

He got disturbed by the far away yell upstairs as it frightened both of them.

Arackniss: Hurry the fuck up gay bitch! You're getting us late again with your crap!

Anthony: Oh shut the crap up will ya! I'm coming! (In yell) I'll come back to ya when I can sugar (in normal).

With that Anthony left in a hurry not without looking back a few times with worry present on his face. M/N just smiled and mouth to him a "I'll wait for you" as he watch till he completely descend through the door. Thinking back to his plan, he decided to postpone it a little to reconstruct it better so that he can take Anthony with him, since he clearly isn't enjoying it here too. He didn't miss the tears Anthony had when he was coming in.

It is his first objective to keep Anthony safe from every parts of his escapist. He waited patiently and acted numb to all the experiments like a lifeless being for the guards to loosen up. Day by day and finally he had all the things needed. Anthony came by as promised by the 15th of every month and this is the fifth time they're meeting.

M/N broke the straps off with the knife Anthony slipped him and used the identity card he stole from a guard to unlock the bomb he had on his neck. Then he got out the keys from the guards slowly unlocking the doors and closing it. It's night time so no one's really awake on the watch. He walked cautiously to the exit and met up with Anthony by the walls. When he saw him he immediately rush up to hug the guy. Anthony being as emotional too hugged back and they stayed for a few seconds before finally using the rope to climb out. Looking back at the prison one last time before getting called by Anthony.

Anthony: What's keepin ya hun? We gotta roll.

M/N: Coming Antsy!

He proceeded to hop off and opened his arms to catch his falling sweetheart Antsy. Anthony fall straight into his arms with an excited squeal and is starting to be touchy of his other parts too, like the packed chest he dreamt at night and craved to touch for so long.

Anthony: I've always wondered how these pieces of meat feels~

M/N: Well, is it to your expectations?

Anthony: Yup, absolutely muscoli, last time I checked. Hehehe... Come on let's get going mmf...

M/N closed in for a kiss with his tongues reaching in. Angel gone real red after and is just holding onto his burning face and sitting in silence at the back with his eyes seeming to be in a daze. M/N just chuckled and helped him buckle his seatbelt up. He him with his 'prisoner' coat while changing into regular ones himself. Then, he drove all the way to another country which isn't under the influence of Anthony's dad. By the time he reach there he's already tired the hell out, but looking back at Anthony that is chirping happily made him feel all the burden are lift off in a second.

They crash at a hotel nearby. By the time they're done, both are tired from the long journey across country and snuggle up in bed together. This is the first time they've been together without the bars between and yet they are already treating each other like the candy in their eyes. Nicknames is a natural thing along the drive to get here too. So...

M/N: Goodnight my dear Antsy.

Anthony: Good night N/N, (cute yawn)

Anthony's cute yawn just made the H/C haired male chuckle as he go in for another kiss causing another tomato faced blond. Snuggled in each other's arms, they sleep the night away with smiles on their faces.

In a flash it's already the morning. Anthony grunted from the rays of the sun and his hand searching for a certain warmth out of instinct. When he didn't find anything, he shot up straight looking around the room. No sign of M/N and this unfamiliar hotel. He panicked a little think the great escape is just all dream of his. His old habit of hair pulling from distressed started showing before a certain someone came in with a tray of breakfast.

M/N: Good morning sunshine! I brought you breakfast in bed.

Before he had the time to place it down the table side he was jumped and hugged by the blonde but the breakfast is still safely secured by his other hand. Proceeding to place the tray down he hoisted the male up earning a cute yelp from the boy and walk towards the bed. Caressing him gently and whispering sweet things in his ear to calm him down.

M/N: Remember little pumpkin pie, whenever I'm not by your side and you need a little company, just call out to me and I'll be there in split seconds.

Anthony: Really?

M/N: Yes my little baby I'll always be by your side.

Then the cuddly group move to the bed. M/N place the tray in Anthony's knee. He kiss the male on the cheeks again making him chuckle and return the kiss to his lips. It was just a really cute moment both of them enjoy really much.

Anthony: So, what's the plan?

M/N: Well, don't worry your pretty little head about it. Just know that I'll always have enough to support you for anything you want.

Anthony: But N/N, I want to help too! Please please please~

The puppy eyes specialty shone and struck M/N down immediately as he gave in. He never wanted Anthony to come out since gay is something that is still not accepted for this century and Anthony is just not that good at hiding it meaning he'll hurt himself if M/N's not careful enough.

M/N: Hm... How about the dance career you liked so much? And maybe being a model for fashion shows in the mean time?

Anthony: How's that gonna even help?

M/N: Well, there's a lot. You can boost my career ratings and help me advertise my things with your future popularity.

Then M/N just got pounce on again by the clearly excited and happy blonde loving the idea of it. Then just as M/N promised he spent the first bucket of money he got, all on Anthony's career with the dance instructor and the media sosial managing account to prevent any sort of toxic people from the future.

Despite the great development in both their work, they still had some troubles to deal with in certain times. Anthony with the pain and soreness from the practices and M/N from the high pressure of his large amount of work. M/N always helps him apply cream through his sore spots and Anthony offering his warm cuddles and funny jokes to lift M/N's spirit.

Sometimes these soft sessions ended up in steamy and smexy ones even though none of them had experience in this, they both went through some embarrassment of asking someone in the club and Anthony almost getting harassed if it weren't for M/N nearby. So the first sex session went on with a little bit of pain but enjoyable none the less and the other session just get better and better.

Anthony is addicted to the pleasure M/N brought him, the feeling of his hubby's cock snuggled up deeply in his prostate and his bigger and warm hands fisting Anthony's cock just made him feel so blessed to have him as his boyfriend. The cute and erotic face Anthony makes every time they had their little make out session together always makes M/N crazy for him and it'll ended up as a full sex session. Sometimes when both are too tired but still like the warmth of each other close up, cockwarming comes in handy. M/N stuffing his cock in gently to prevent hurting him as they nestle in the big comfy bed together. Or when M/N is busy working on his computer, Angel will be sitting between his feet sucking him off many many times.

Sometimes little harmless pranks played by Anthony with his work outfit gone missing or his breakfast booby trapped by spider candies. Sometimes it'll gone to teasing in bed or work (like dancing on the pole and a lap dance or purposely bending down to show his curves) ending up in an overstimulated Anthony later that requires a break day and a whole lot of aftercare containing cuddles and kisses. M/N never minded his jokes, unless it's cheating with others but knowing Anthony he'll never do something like that. After all, no one is able to overtake M/N in his heart.

Ten years passed and Anthony became the biggest hits of all knowing almost every dance in the world, you name it and he'll show it. M/N got affiliated by the gangs stuff because of Anthony's father finding their presence from the big hit of Anthony. He managed to crash the mafia family and climb to the top of the ring. M/N proposed to Anthony with cute animals around totally drowning him in tears as he squealed yes and yes over and over. The marriage was arranged and they got married with Anthony wearing a pink gown and M/N wearing a pink tuxedo just to suit Anthony's liking.

They became the happiest couple among their friends and almost every single one of them are envious of them. But do they care, nope!

World war II breaks out and everyone is in panic mode. M/N had to go into hide with Anthony always having armed men around them to prevent any sort of danger. But just as Anthony was having a drink off with his dear husband a gun was aimed at him and terror and agony happened in split second. Let's just say furious M/N is a living demon and no one would wanna mess with him.

M/N: You'll be okay, Antsy. I know you will.

Mumbling it over and over while waiting outside the emergency room. When the news about Anthony needing a heart to survive M/N offered his in instance just hoping he'll be in time to save his sweetheart without thinking if he himself is gonna survive through this. He disbanded his gang and left a large sum of money in Anthony's possession leaving all to his trusted secretary and moving onto the operating table not before leaving a message for his dear baby.

By the time all things have been done, Anthony woke up three days later to find himself unable to get up due to the numbness of the paralysis. Then he realised M/N wasn't beside him and look around to see his secretary standing beside.

Anthony: Tell me, where's my cuddly big bear?

Anthony was sure he could get an answer put of him quick but when he sees the man looking away a pang of insecurity rush up to him as he struggled to get up immediately aided by the secretary and he pulled the collar of the man once again with menace in his eyes.

Anthony: Tell me where the fuck is he!!!!

Secretary: sigh* Was gonna wait till you're better but... Guess boss was right after all.

He gave Anthony the recorder and left the room to give him some privacy. Anthony wanting to know about his husband whereabouts played it and a pang of relief wash over him.

(Recorder)

M/N: Test, test one two three. Hehe, never think I'll get to use this. Hello my precious, I'm sorry not being by your side. I just got a little bit of trouble in hand right now. Sorry for not bringing you along, but I promise with the monthly recordings to you alright? Just remember to stay happy like the little ball of sunshine you are. I promise I'll get back to you the second I'm free. And remember, I'll always be by your side physically or mentally. Goodbye my love.

Anthony kissed the recorder and hugged it tightly playing it over and over again already missing his dearie. He went to sleep everyday bathed in the sound of his dear husband and the feeling of missing him grew stronger and stronger every passing time. He got well and left the hospital eventually. Sending a lot of selfies and erotic pics to his husband through his secretary seducing the man and expecting to receive the recordings every month pass by.

But after a year of this, he got tired of just getting to hear his voice, he wanted his husband to be by his side so he started nagging the secretary about his whereabouts only to get avoided and excuses like M/N is still very busy and such. Then he got suspicious so he demanded for his husband and threatened him with a gun. He got his question answered and a box full of recordings. He couldn't believe it breaking down and shaking the man in front of him begging for him to tell him it's a joke only to have the man look away from him.

After that, he locked himself in his room for days without food or water crying himself to sleep and listening to all the recordings over and over again. And he noticed the love and care in the voice and the sorrow hidden so deep that made him into a tear filled mess again. Even though he's dragged out of his room by Molly his sister being fed and watered by her, things are still different from before. His eyes are always empty and sorrow filled getting glum and more glum suddenly falling sick. Then he was introduced to drugs by his dear comrades. It felt like heaven and hallucinations of M/N still by his side made him well again, but after the effects all was gone and he hated it, so his room was always filled with drugs.

In the year of 1945, the famous artist loved by everyone dead by the overdose of angel dust and donated all his money to the charity of animals. People mourned for his death since he is the star of many by heart and they made the death of his day another holiday just out of respect. His sister was devastated the most, blaming herself for Anthony's death. She left the sorrowful mansion after her brother's funeral for a tour around the world to help other depressed ones like Anthony. The secretary buried the married couple together and left the miserable mansion too.

Winding back to when M/N died...

Opening his eyes to feel the radiating heat and red coloured everywhere place and whole lot of scary creatures. Feeling like it was a dream he attempt to close his eyes back up before getting pushed by the one behind him to usher him forwards the line of reception into hell.

From his many experiences, he decided to obey first and look around to absorb more details as possible. When it's finally his turn he got his sins reported to him and a manual about how things go in hell. He was led to a big palace afterwards by an imp that bowed respectfully.

Then he met the fallen angel Lucifer and his respectful wife Lilith. Demonic and wonderful couple may M/N say. Seeing as they are the higher ups, M/N bowed to them and introduce himself.

M/N: Honoured to meet you, your majesty.

Lucifer: Hoho, no need for the formalities M/N, I'm Lucifer and this is my wife Lilith. I've had my eyes on you ever since you've nailed that world war. Just absolutely fascinating!!!

M/N: ...

Still thinking this was a sort of dream, M/N just got shocked by the straightforwardness of the king in his imagination his mind just went blank.

Lilith: Darling, I think you traumatised him a bit too much.

Lucifer: Oh, sorry. Just haven't met someone so strong from the human world for so long after that radio demon.

M/N: 'Hm? Demon world huh? Guess I'm still dreaming. ' What's the purpose of your call, my majesty.

Lucifer: Like I said quit with the formalities, I'm hiring you to be my guard. In exchange for a wish, anything you want dear, you could have it.

M/N: Is there a contract?

Lucifer: Ooh, just as I imagined cautious and charming.

Lilith: Darling~

Lucifer: On it deary.

A snap of a finger a demon fire appeared in the palm of Lucifer's hand as it smile evilly before presenting the piece of parchment with a pen and bottle of ink.

M/N read through the details and found it exactly respecting his boundaries and just a special condition of appearing whenever Lucifer calls. He nods agreeing to the deal not before scanning through it one last time at the back to prevent scam and signed the contract. Just as he was about to sign one certain blonde came up to his mind and he stopped, causing a frustrated sigh from Lucifer.

Lucifer: What seems to be the problem dear? Is the contract not suiting your taste?

M/N: No, not with the contract, just for the wish. Is the wish not restricted to anything at all?

Lucifer: Not if you wanted a raid to the heavens even if I want to do myself.

M/N: So restricted within hell huh?

Lucifer: Like your words yes darling.

M/N: Since you overlooked my life so much could you just help me lookout for my lover. just if he's in hell. 'I'm sure he will go to heaven, but just in case, I don't want this dirt hole to taint his soul anymore.'

Lucifer: Oh, that ravishing lover of yours! His whole family's down here like a spider colony you know. They'll probably want to recruit him too.

M/N: Then I'll just send them to double hell.

Lucifer: Hahaha, I like your thinking, you're indeed the one I'm looking for. But a certain overlord wants this soul too and he promised me a lot of goodies. You think you can manage enough in time?

M/N: I could help you fend off others that are uncontrollable and you can add in one more condition free as you please.

Lucifer: And that's what I'm looking for. Just another one...hm...done.

Lilith: Are you serious Luci dear? Help out with your paperwork?

Lucifer: Those overlords are too damn stupid giving me lots to sign and it's ruining our date too much!

Lilith: I literally can't with you.

Lucifer: Oh, you know you love me~ Could you sign and get out now, we'll be busy with you know? Time's ticking dear.

M/N signed the contract and and left with a bow while the parchment descend into the flames again sealing the deal off. He exits the palace and already received the large amount of cash by the king of hell.

He settled down and acted innocent from the gazes of the other forces just because he want to concentrate fully on his wrath project against the spider family. About the work with Lucifer, even though he helped with the paperwork (examined by the king a few times before completely leaving him his work) there are still a lot of work needed to be completed by the king himself. Lucifer having a fit with the small amount of work while Lilith eyeing for the H/C haired demon to go.

After enough info about the family he started his 2nd hell project destroying the whole family with his pet spider putting them into another loop. Seeing Stacy gobbled them up I gave her a pat on the head and a tint of my power as a treat for her great work before sending her back to my pocket space. I left before getting noticed by anyone since I made sure to place a sound containing barrier all over the mansion before I started my plan. Some demons caught on to the sudden missing family and decided it's a good chance to raid the empty mansion.

Well, M/N's not the kind of guy to leave goodies behind. He gathered his old followers that died from the world war and recruited them into his new opened company about star business. Yes he's picking up his old career of nourishing stars and dancer groups. M/N only accepted certain amount of people leaving the others for Valentino and Vox for their career too. Getting treated like normal in this hell hole sure isn't easy, but working under M/N, he ensures everything is under his control and none of his workers are harassed by other demons. This leaves some space for the demons to relax and act like how they're when they're alive.

M/N didn't have hell aboriginals working for him since humans know more about human cultures. His movies were a blast and nearly every demon waited in front of the TV just to wait for his show to air. Even the head of the goetia family Paimon pays him a visit to urge for another episode of R/N (random name) movie, with an exchange of a book of enormous knowledge for one day. Which he forgot was even in M/N's possession afterwards so M/N still has it.

M/N's workers are protected with the seal of the contract so whenever it's extermination day, they could still wander about freely without worrying about the exterminators. He made deals with the angels too, airing his movies in heaven only showcasing kids friendly content of course. Then finally come the day the radio demon got bored of his killing, he paid a visit to M/N's wanting to stir up some fun just to get restricted by the black panther demon almost taming him since he is an animal himself.

He got extremely furious and went all out with the shadows and tentacles just to fail miserably since all those are related to living beings and tamed under the power of M/N. Never having such a failure before, made the demon feel agony and fear making him hide into his shadow. M/N calmed him down and promised to make a deal with him only if he will never stir disturbance in his industry. Alastor agreed of course, he doesn't really have a choice to begin with. They started hanging out, M/N even introduced him to Husk the cat demon thinking they'll be great friends.

M/N waited for a very long time, not gaining any trace of Anthony. He's been numbing himself with work and alcohol just to get the hallucinations of having Anthony by his side again. Alastor and Husk were worried about him, but still had no power to do anything about the living world. They could only accompany the guy getting drunk together and having guys' nights out together. Mostly Husk having fun since Alastor is asexual and M/N is only interested in his hubby.

Even though Alastor was handling himself perfectly on the outside, M/N still sees through his mask and proceed to comfort him slowly relieving off his pain and grudge on his dark history.

This enables the scars to finally heal bit by bit enlightening both M/N and Alastor greatly while Alastor give his first ever body contact opportunity to M/N hugging him tightly and thanking him for all the things he did for him. M/N just lets out a relief sigh and rub his back gently as he cared for the demon even more in the future. M/N's care for the demons around him spiked his popularity to the top and this got into the princess's ear stimulating a thought of a certain hotel to pass through her mind.

Even though M/N wishes for the blonde to be my his side, he still wish he could be in heaven. He already made a deal with the angels to let his darling visit him once a month if he did ever went up there.

And finally the year of 1947, the death of the one he cared so much for. However the receptionist didn't get to inform M/N due to the name Anthony used for signing in, Angel Dust. Angel is craving drugs more than ever but he didn't have the money, then Valentino saw his body and the potential of the spider demon becoming a porn star. He baited him into selling his soul to him as he pay all his drug money. Angel still craving the hallucinations of his husband provided by the drug agreed to the contract.

Immediately regretting afterwards with the rough treatment of Valentino at his porn studio but the fame showering him again reminding him about M/N just left him dunked deeper into it until Valentino attempt to rape him. Sure he dances at the studio and gains fame, but he hadn't had sex with anyone other than his husband as he is only cock craved for M/N and M/N only and now this random demon wanting to rape him? No way. He punched Valentino in the face and move to get to the car door just to get slam back by Valentino that's furious by Angel defying his order. He ripped off Angel's stripper outfit and strap him down to the seats, cock placing at the entrance of the virgin hole attempting to go in raw.

Angel filled with despair remembering back to the words of his love and decided to give it a try.

Angel: M/N!!!!!!!!!!!!

He screamed in fear tears streaking his face as Valentino got surprised and frightened by the name of the powerful demon being called upon. He immediately covered Angel's mouth to stop him from summoning the demon. Then he realised something. Taking the picture out from his pocket and aiming at Angel a few times before horror filled his face absolutely. But it was already too late, the moment M/N heard the familiar as hell voice he miss oh so much he immediately apparated to the location to see Val's car? Oh hell no!

The car door torn down as it frightened both the demon in the car. Taking in the familiar scent and hearing the sobs as well as seeing the tears drained face are just as enough to put the man on edge. M/N put on his smile for his dear as he proceed to carry him with his coat wrapped all around his baby putting a small barrier to prevent the violence being seen or heard by the fluffy spider.

M/N: It's okay, deary. Your big bad muscoli is here for you now. Get some sleep my dear baby spider.

Gently ruffling the small fluff to sleep he turned his attention back to the tied up and gagged moth demon with special kind of materials preventing any use of power. Muffled pleases and begging could be heard as cold shine from M/N's eyes while his smile turning into a sinister yet dangerous one.

M/N: Oh dear little Val, hope you have it in you to endure the heat season of my dear pets. Hahahahhahahaha

Ignoring the pleads and looks from the demon he just threw him straight into the space and activated the strong drug stimulating every one of his pet's sexual desires while placing an undying charm on the moth demon.

Then, he teleported both of them back to his room straight away. He wanted to deal with all the photos and destroy every single demon that ever layed eyes upon his sweetheart before but the the fluff hugging him made him decide against it. He changed Angel into some comfy clothes and spoon him with his long tail wrapping around Angel's legs. Healing all the wounds and sore spots of his pink spider, he leaves a kiss on his forehead finally drifting off to Dreamland with his beloved.

After so many years of not having his beloved by his side, sleep didn't seem to be important unless he's drunk, knocked out by Al or get too exhausted to continue work. Finally getting the usual warmth and scent he craved so fucking much, he was knocked out immediately in deep rest consumed by the warmth Angel provides for him.

Angel must be really stressed from the work he had and he woke up late again. And M/N carried him all the way to the sofa facing the kitchen so he wouldn't panic when he wake up. He'll see M/N straight away. When M/N was done with the Italian breakfast, he felt three sets of fluffy arms wrap around his body engulfing him into more fluff. Taking in a deep breath of his lover's scent, M/N turn around to hug his beloved and clean his eyes off the new formed tears.

M/N: I'm sorry for not finding you earlier. I'm sorry for leaving you so soon. But my angel, I'll always love you forever and ever, even if it means not being beside you.

Angel: You stupid dumb dumb! Leaving me alone on the living world like that! Why can't you just take me... with you....

Sobs broke down as Angel feel the helplessness again but this time getting his hubby to embrace him and shower him with loving kisses.

M/N: I'm sorry, guess I shouldn't assume what's best for you.

Angel: You asshole!

M/N: I'll never do it again, I promise.

Angel: Hmph!

M/N: Aw, Angel! Please baby I said I'm really sorry. Please?

Angel: kiss on forehead* Only for this time, I forgive you, but no next time.

M/N: Yes my little wifey.

Feeding and brushing the spider, he tickles him softly through the same sensitive spot making the latter laugh and snuck his arms up to M/N's body wanting to tickle him back. Then M/N took this opportunity to check him up fully to find his soul... contracted... He was gonna release Valentino after a day but he just proved to him one day wasn't enough.

He didn't mention anything to his lover though having him cuddle with him as they speak on and on about their day without each other and how they miss each other very much embracing each other tightly yet again at the aforementioned. M/N finally took some day off from work to take Angel out on dates and introduce him to his friends.

If it wasn't for Vox paying M/N a visit crying and begging him to return Valentino, he'd forgotten about the moth demon completely. Returning the broke demon back to the TV demon, M/N hinted to take care of him in his vulnerable state and make him unable to leave his side. Vox is furious with the state of the weakened demon but can't help to like the idea of M/N.

Angel: Oh baby~ can you help me with my zipper?

M/N: You can get going now Vox. Oh, wait a second.

M/N walked closer to them making Vox take a step back, M/N just sighed and with a wave of his finger the contract of Angel's soul flew into his hands. A whiff of flame burnt it down to dust and he swipe the dust off his hands. Along with the charm breaking and healing off all the wounds.

Angel: N/N?

M/N: Coming!

He waved for them to get going as he went back inside his room to find Angel in one of the dress gown and a wig he collected for him. Fully pink and showing the curves of his body. Admiring his lover's beauty a little before walking up to him to pull up the zippers carefully not entangling with any of Angel's fur.

Angel: Well, like what you see big guy?

M/N: Yes absolutely. You're always enticing and ravishing my love.

He wanted to kiss Angel but got stopped by the spider hands holding him back.

Angel: Nuh uh babe, I just had my make up on not having you ruining it again.

M/N: But Angel~

Angel: Nope, not happening. We can smooch and cuddle all we want when we get back.

M/N: Fine then mmf...

Angel: Well a little peck should cool you off a little.

Angel sashayed away leaving the stunned male behind. Their life so far had been amazing, M/N didn't let him go to work anymore since they are already wealthy enough, just taking the spider to all sorts of dancing studios to dance together or going out to have a fun of shooting and destroying things with her bestie Cherry Bomb. But today is a special day. M/N brought him to a fancy restaurant, having all their friends at the back, they ate and flirted for a while before M/N made a toilet break excuse to go to the back. Then all of them started singing happy birthday surprising the male playing with his utensils out of boredom. M/N came from the back of the group of people positioning himself in front of Angel and he got down to one knee taking out an beautifully decorated pink box from his pocket. Opening it and say,

M/N: Will you make me the happiest demon alive by marrying me once again my dear Angel?

Angel still surprised and all from the big group totally broke down in tears nodding over and over again reaching out one of his arm for the panther demon to take his hand. Three rings are slip into the hands of Angel since he has three sets of arms. Patiently waiting for M/N to be done before totally losing his composure and leap into the male's embrace. Their friends and colleagues clapping as the couple engulfed each other in a deep heartfelt kiss.

When they got home, Angel is pushed on to the bed by the panther. M/N undressing teasingly as Angel slip off his dress too. They gone into another heated make out session again as M/N's hands went to the back of Angel to take his bra off. Exchanging kisses while their hands roam around each other hands intertwined as M/N started making hickies all over Angel not enough to hurt him though. The body's quite sensitive to stimulations so a beautiful moan got out and he's dripping pre cum with M/N's hand making it messier.

Getting limp from all the pleasure, Angel attempt weakly to wrap his hands around his lover. M/N getting the emotions he's feeling, helped him wrapped around and pull him in for another make out session tongues swirling around each others'. This time with more experience, M/N brought out lube for Angel inserting slowly when Angel's distracted with the kiss and the hand stroking his shaft.

Getting intruded suddenly made Angel feel slightly discomfort, but the hand teasingly stroking his cock's sensitive head just brought back the pleasure twice.

Angel: Cumming...ugh...cumming...N/N, can I?

M/N: You may do as you like Angel, no need to ask.

Angel: Ugh ah...ah...hah...Ah!

With a panting moan, Angel came thick ropes all over M/N's hand, getting some onto M/N's face too. Noticing Angel's gaze, M/N smirked and lick the cum off showing his long tongue and teasing gaze immediately getting Angel up for him again.

Angel: Please, stop teasing me N/N. Ah, I want you please~ ah-AHHHH no not so suddenly...agh...

M/N poked the prostate that seemed to be at the same angle as before and rubbing it gently making the spider squirm and thrust into his hands moaning out loud. The veins already popping out of M/N's forehead showing that he himself is controlling himself hard to not pound straight into his lover right away. Angel was too drown in pleasure to notice and wanting to be hugged and embrace he pulled M/N down yet again to kiss him hard and passionately. It got too much so M/N started inserting bit by bit.

Angel: Ah! no...too big...no...

M/N: Relax my dear, I promise you'll feel really...ngh... good.

Sucking the sensitive spot of his neck and caressing over his spider thighs distracting him from the pain before moving bit by bit to go in entirely. Relived and satisfied sigh of being filled to the brim make Angel want to hug M/N even more as M/N whispered praises and complements to him, pampered him till he's ready for M/N to move.

The hot cavern clamping down hard on M/N's sensitive organ makes him want to pound straight in but just for his lover, he waited patiently and thrusted in slow pace and gradually picking up the speed when Angel tells him to. He buries himself in Angel's chest fluff and lick the nipple covered underneath making the spider moan even louder as hands were felt pushing his head deeper into the fluff. Servicing and pleasuring his lover is another whole ecstacy for the H/C haired demon. Especially getting to see the lewd face and feeling his legs and hands wrap around him moaning cutely fishing for compliments. How could anyone resist anything like that?

Unfortunately this is the first time they had sex as demons so after one round, Angel needs to rest. One last thrust bringing out the pleasured moan of his lover which soon turned into a surprised and terrified scream when Angel felt spiky things engraving into his walls overstimulating him hard as hot splashes of cum pooled into him made him unconscious being too intensive. M/N feeling his cock growing the spikes too as he shoot buckets of cum into Angel but unable to pull out due to the spikes.

Never meant to exhaust his lover, M/N kiss the sweaty spider lovingly before concentrating hard to make his cock normal again. When it swell down, he pulled out gently as cum ooze out of Angel's abused hole making the latter whimper with tears hanging by his eyes. Kissing them away, he cleaned the cum and cleaned his body with a wet cloth. He checked for any injuries, found none but still used his power to heal him up a little not wanting him to feel any sort of discomfort. Then, helping Angel into one of his T-Shirts knowing it will be gone since Angel will be hogging them later. Hugging him tight, covering both of them in the huge blankets and casting a barrier unless some brain-dead wandering in to disturb them.

The next day, Angel wake up early free from pain and soreness. He immediately knew it was his hubby's doing and snuggle deeper into his embrace looking at his husband's handsome face, thinking they are made for each other after all, with him the beautiful flower and M/N the big powerful man protecting him from everything. Oh he adored the ring so much too! The love shaped diamond ring totally complementing his long slender fingers. The sudden movement around his waist shook him out of his deep thoughts.

M/N: Good morning hubby, sweet dreams?

Angel: Yeah, dreamt of the day of our wedding.

Exchanging a lovely little kiss M/N pull him in closer ears fluffing and tail wagging at the thoughts too.

M/N: I'm looking forward to that day too my love.

Angel: By the way, what's with the spikes at the end of our session last night?

M/N: Oh! I guess animal instincts followed and it ensures the probability of fertilization. I'm sorry I didn't research it through. Sorry for making you unconscious last night.

Angel: Nah, no biggie, I had a lotta fun too.

Angel rub his nose with M/N's showing a cute smile that melt M/N's heart straight away as he hug the spider demon squealing manly on how can his treasure be so cute and another ton of compliments making Angel flush fully getting embarrassed.

He pushed M/N away shooing him to go prepare breakfast as he got ready for the day. M/N did a simple a bacon and eggs and went to search for his lover. Angel seemed to be having a problem with his tangled fur pain evident as he pulled the brush. M/N rush to his aid lowering Angel's hands that are hurting himself before gently and carefully untangling the mess and smoothing it all out. Trained by professionals he set up Angel's hair perfectly. Gentle purrs heard from the spider as the brush went through his hair again and again.

After the hair, M/N had a bath himself while Angel enjoys the breakfast soon joined by M/N after the bath. Shared kiss before holding hands and going to their work at the same place of course, M/N wouldn't imagine letting Angel leave his sight in this dangerous place.

Just as M/N was about to start with his work, the phone rang attracting the couple's attention. Angel was closer so he answered the phone call.

Angel: Hello, Ant company how can I help you?

Angel: The boss, alright hang on a little.

Angel handed the phone over to M/N and turns out it was Lucifer's butler. He brought a message about Charlotte Lucifer's daughter wanting to start a rehabilitation hotel being encouraged by M/N.

M/N: So, what's the need for this call?

Butler: Assist her.

M/N: I'm...

Butler: Busy as hell with work, you can have someone replacing but the one helping her must be from you.

M/N: Well that's fine by me. I'll send Alastor and Husk over. Is that all?

Butler: That's all, have a good day sir.

Angel: What's all that about?

M/N: Just a soon to be built hotel for rehabilitation.

Angel: Well, that sounds like fun!

M/N: But baby it's dangerous.

Angel: I don't care, you'll be by my side if I call to you, will you not?

M/N: Of course I will baby.

Angel: Hey, I could even bring Cherri along to the hotel, haven't had entertainment for so long in this red filled place!

And that's how Angel join in the gang of the Happy hotel or Hazbin Hotel by Alastor. Being the prankster and the tease, meeting Alastor and his asexual personality spiked Angel's interest to the fullest with constant teasing but nothing too overboard even though Alastor would never harm him because of his bond with M/N. And with Husk the cat demon, that's even more fun with the cat grass, drunken honest talk and laser beam play. However with the princess there are only so much he can do, being prank calling and dildo stash somewhere. And Vagatha that easily angered women, fun just absolute fun.

Some of M/N's workers also volunteered themselves as test subject for the rehabilitation project since they've been wanting to leave this hell hole for ages now, otherwise they won't hide in M/N's company.

After several years, rehabilitation worked with the first purified soul accepted to heaven. Charlie got really emotional laughing and crying in Vaggie's arm. Angel got the rehabilitate opportunity too but he declined because he wanted to stay with M/N. This broke M/N's heart completely and firmed his thoughts about rehabilitating himself and transfer all his work to his trusted second hand with Lucifer's agreement.

The pink door of the room opens to reveal a marriage photo of Angel in tears holding a pink piggy named Nuggets. It was a wedding gift by the animals of M/N.

He treated Fat Nuggets like his child and spoiled him with all sorts of things. He also likes playing pretend with the piggy as the child him as a wife and M/N as the husband. It was fun for M/N too seeing his Angel squealing cute and taking pictures here and there for Voxgram while unknown that the spider himself is acting really cute too.

There was one time when the hotel members got too annoyed by the harmless but endless prank everyday, this made Alastor planned on a revenge prank with Angel. They snuck Nuggets out from his pink furnished room when M/N took him out on a date. When they arrived back, Husk got assigned to distract M/N away from Angel when the terrible scene happened.

Angel: Fat Nuggets! I'm home!

Getting no reply by the pink piglet made Angel slightly worried as he started panicking while searching around the hotel for his pet.

Angel: Nuggs? Sweetie? Come out to Daddy, Papa is here too, oh please be okay. Please...

Then he turned a corner to see the lights on in the kitchen with sounds of silverware. Door opening to show Alastor eating a midnight snack of unknown animal. At first, Angel didn't think of nothing and was about to ask Alastor about his piglet when he saw the plate of steak in front of him.

Angel: Um, Al?

Alastor: Yes my dear?

Angel: Whatcha eating there.

Alastor: Well you see I was craving meat especially right now and the butcher had already closed up, so I had to help myself to the stock available in this hotel!

Angel: You...you...you must be joking.

Alastor: Well, little warrior put up quite a fight might I say, squealing such music...

Angel: Ahhhhhh!

Angel pounced onto the radio demon making him fall as well tearfully while glaring at the man below him ferociously.

Angel: How dare you! You sick freak, all this for some harmless jokes!!!!!!!

Alastor: Get off of me this instance or I'll make you regret it!

M/N: Angel?

Nuggets: Oink Oink.

Angel: Nuggs? NUGGS!

He ran up to his pet jumping onto his husband again while taking the piglet off of M/N's head.

Angel: You're okay, you're okay, never leave daddy's and Papa's side again ever.

M/N being utmost confused by the situation just saw Angel's tears and Alastor dumfounded face to the plate on the table, then it all got to him split seconds.

M/N: Not cool of you, Al. Are you guys in on this too?

He questioned calmly as he caressed his fluffy husband's back in circles calming him down while Angel buried into him. The sobbing that are still visible pained M/N really much making him really close to snapping if Alastor don't speak up quick enough.

Alastor: I'm sorry M/N. Just wanted him of his own taste.

M/N: You should've get me to do it instead of planning all of these things to hurt my dear Angel.

Alastor: ...

M/N: I'll leave Angel to decide what to deal with you guys tomorrow you sickos. Especially you Al, I know it's your idea. Can't believe I trusted you. You guys better think of an apology tomorrow or I'll wreck you guys apart instead!

Then the angry demon stomped away with his crying husband in his arms. The crew feeling guilty especially Alastor feeling like shit after M/N shattered his heart completely with those words. He never wanted to loose his friend. He just acted what he thinks is best and... maybe... no, he'll have to apologize later.

Angel won't let Nuggs go for the whole night. He didn't even let M/N leave the bed wanting to just cuddle and sleep like that. M/N sighed and helped themselves into PJ's with his power and big spooning his husband along with the piglet.

Angel: You'll never disappear on me right?

M/N: Yes, I promise. If I ever my soul will be obliterated completely my the thunders and I wil...

Angel put his hand on his man's mouth preventing any other courses from coming out.

Angel: No. That's enough for me, I love you so much M/N.

M/N: I love you too, my Angel.

They shared a passionate good night kiss before turning in for the night succumbing in each others' warmth. The next day Charlie offering a cruise trip bring Alastor green to his face as he puked once the cruise started. Brought Angel a lot of laughs as M/N just watched lovingly from the sides. Alastor made up with Angel by the end of the trip as M/N gave the radio demon a temporary charm of preventing sea sickness obeying his darling's wish. Alastor apologized to M/N too, tears evident as the H/C haired demon sighs and forgave him. He engulfed him into another hug before getting pushed away by the furious pink spider saying "This one's mine, get another one you dumb ass strawberry pimp!" Alastor just rolled his eyes to this while M/N chuckled a lot hugging his deary.

Years later, Angel woke up in his man's arms to see the halo on his head too. He squealed happily and shook M/N awake pointing to the top of his head. M/N just woke up a bit confused but notice the glow and he grabbed onto Angel's hands too.

Finally descending to heaven, the couple having a happy smile knowing they will always be by each other, no matter what.

#top male reader #hazbin hotel #angel dust #alastor #husk #hazbin hotel smut #angel dust x male reader #angst

[realuity]

Heyo! Just wanted to share what I found when I relearned about Adventures in Drowsytown. Glad other people remember it.

I was scrounging around in one of my old devices when I was kid to see if there was anything about the show in it and I was able to find this little snippet of Blinky? It's very glitchy, and as soon as I sent it to my phone, the kindle that originally had it stopped working...? The only noise in the video was just static.

I'm beyond curious on what 'book' Blinky is referring to.

OHHHH SHIT SNIPPET FOUND

i'm following a lead myself and !!!!!!!!!

me too.. the book detail is new. if anyoen else knows about any book let me know!!! sale the fac tit bricked a kindle isn't promising. ummm. ok. that sure bodes well for me

#OOC I WAS WORKING ON AN ANIKAMTED BIT MYSELF INVOLVING BLINKY COINCIDENTALLY SAME WAVELENGTH #adventures in drowsytown #unreality #unreality cw

[rise-my-angel]

A Poisonous Truth (Part Two)

Pairing: Oberyn Martell x Female Reader x Ellaria Sand

Length: 23.5k

Warnings: angst/hurt comfort, smut, oral (f recieving), p in v, m/f/f, graphic descriptions of violence, mentions of past assault/rape, canon character death, canon divergence, sex work/prostitution

Note: Follows more book canon than it does show canon, if you can spot every reference or easter egg you get a free smooch, final part to A Poisonous Truth (Part One)

Quiet and calm are not the right words to use when describing the capitol. King’s Landing is a city filled with life and noise at every corner. From the slums of flea bottom to the shining Red Keep there was hardly a moment one could have to themselves. Yet somehow, the noise had slowly started to disappear. From horrified whispers of a murdered King, it slowed and simmered down to a quick shush as a trial for the accused approached.

The intrigue of the young Joffery falling where he stood from a poison snuck into his drink sent talk all over the streets, giving the poor and curious something to solve, soon gave way to an almost quiet fascination as the accused was named.

Tyrion Lannister, a man known just as much for his mind and prowess, as he was known for the anger and humiliation thrown onto him from his own family. Locked away in the cells as his own family conjured up ways to outwit him, if not in evidence, than simply in numbers against him. The more who spoke against him, the harder it was for the truth to be heard. The truth though, wasn’t what the presiding judge was looking for. The truth was never the goal Tywin Lannister was working towards.

In that strange silence, you found yourself looking behind you once too often. You couldn’t be sure if it was the feeling of being watched, or if it was just your own growing paranoia of being found out. Eyes could be on you everywhere, and it was only a matter of time until someone made the plunge to act on it. Whatever Lord Baelish had planned for you seemed to not matter anymore, or at least not from what you could tell. He leaves the city right after the murder of the king, and soon after that Sansa Stark also disappears? How these events connected you weren’t sure, but you had a feeling you were being kept here until it was time for you to be put to use, rather than just abandoned in the city to fend for yourself.

You weren’t though, not yet at least. Oberyn Martell and his paramour Ellaria Sand served as the only things keeping you grounded, two people who cared about your own well being for the time they spent there. Somehow they carved a way into your heart, filling you with a comforting warmth you’d hardly ever known, but carving that hole means that when they leave, you will be left open and wounded. You wanted to separate your anxieties from your feelings about them, but it hung in the air whenever you were alone. More than one morning you spent alone in the streets before most other people woke up, hoping you could get it all out before returning to the couple and just enjoying your time with them.

If both of them noticed it, Oberyn seemed to be the one it bothered the most. Already up before you this morning, he watched you from his perch near a small table, guiding you over before getting the chance to get ready for the day. He was tempting, his dark brown eyes shone so bright as took you in, not greedily, but almost akin to admiring. Placing your hands on the back of a chair, you raised your eyebrows at him, “I’m not sure I’ve ever seen you up so early, if you don’t mind me saying.”

He smiled as he tugs the chair close to his own, watching you move around to join him. “Maybe I wouldn’t be awake so early, if I weren’t busy watching you sneak out every morning before the suns even up.” Casually tossing a berry into his mouth, not an accusation, but something he wanted an explanation for. “The past few mornings, you sneak out thinking no one’s noticed with that solemn, unnerved look on your face.”

Your face falls, eyes closing shut as you take a deep breathe, some of the tension leaving with your exhale. “It’s hard to shake. This...feeling that people are watching me, not knowing who knows or doesn’t and what they want to do with that information. It’s scary.”

Oberyn leans in just slightly, your bodies close enough that his gentle almost whisper can be felt on your skin. “Which part scares you, being watched or not knowing what they want?” Your head shakes. Really, it’s neither.

What’s scary is the after, after someone finds a use for you. How much worse will it be? “What scares me is not knowing which fate is worse. What will happen to me when Baelish, Tywin, one of the people here decides I’m useful to them, or if nothing could be worse than what I’ve already ran from.”

Oberyn’s large hand cups the side of your face, as your own hand flies up to cover his with no hesitation. You could feel the slight stroke of his thumb against your skin, so you moved to lean into his hand more, your hold going from covering his, to gently gripping his wrist, willing him to not go anywhere. “I don’t- how much do you actually know about me? From...before..”

There was a flash of concern, almost bordering on anger in his eyes, before the itensity was blinked away. “I know they mistreated you. Beat you.” Your own eyes widen in surprise, “at least I know your brother did. It’s rare though, for a boy to be that cruel without learning it from his father. I also know that most people described you as quiet but seemed frightened of something. Fair to assume those things are in the same.”

Your grip slipped down onto the table with a thud, Oberyn though only slinked his hand back to rake it through your hair gently. “How could you have known that? No one knows tha-”

His interruption was the same feeling as being thrown into a vat of ice cold water. A chill ran down your spine and buzzed all the way into your fingertips. “The same way I recognized you just weeks ago. I’ve seen you before. Years ago though, you were visiting Dorne,”

Eyes flickering back and forth as you scoured your mind for his image, but nothing came up. You surely would have remembered meeting the man known as The Red Viper during your teenage years. “But, I never saw- you weren’t,”

A soft, almost sad smile formed on his face, as he moved his hand away from you to gather a small bundle of berries onto a plate and sliding it over to you. “I don’t expect you would have. It was your last day, your people getting ready to make the journey home. I’ve always made a point to visit my brother often. Coming to Sunspear is difficult for him now, so I arrived at the Water Gardens just in time to see you.” His gaze turning downward, brows furrowed as the gentle features of his face tightened and clenched. “You were with your brother. Right in your face he was practically spitting on you. You barley saying a word as he tugged your coat right off your shoulders,”

Finally he found your eyes again, face contorted into barley masked anger but his eyes swam with a sadness. “You were covered in bruises. My nephews even commented how warmly you were dressed the entire time, but that was why. Your chest, up and down your arms were marks and bruises. I would have stepped in, but your Uncle showed up and all but threw him out into the courtyard. Doran told me he suspiciously kept you by his side, but the way you clung to him when he showed up?” Oberyns hand picked up the one still flat on the table, flipping it up so his fingers could trace the lines in your palm. “He purposely kept you around him so the others in your family couldn’t hurt you.”

Tears built up in your eyes, threatening to fall at any moment, so Oberyn joined his other hand to keep yours engulfed in his large warm ones, holding just as tight as his gaze on your eyes was. It had almost been long enough that you forgot. The North was cold, it let you hide every mark on you without any question, but that visit to Dorne was warm. The sun beaming onto you in a way that you never got to experience, it upset you that you had to continue wearing the same heavy long clothing just to cover for the actions of your family. Of your father and brother mostly. For the most part, your mother ignored you. Allowing the men of the house to punish you for crimes unknown. “That’s why you knew who I was?”

Oberyn nodded, his chin raising as squinting eyes watch behind you, no doubt looking at the awakening Ellaria, as the sounds of shuffling sheets filled the silence in between. “You were young then, but not much has changed.”

Patter of feet preceded arms slinking across your chest, long black curls falling into your vision. “Not quite the same I imagine, now you are older, much more beautiful.” Her lips giving a teasing bite to your ear before finding her own seat, Oberyn sneaking a kiss as she passed him by. “He mentioned you,” head nodded to the side, “him and Doran, after word of your passing floated down. You two talked for quite a while afterwards, didn’t you?”

He nodded in agreement. “Doran was suspicious, they said you simply fell ill and passed quickly but,” taking a breathe, and exhaling the remaining hostile memories, “You don’t see a girl with bruises like that and expect us to accept that you died naturally. We both knew you had either somehow run, or we were being lied to about how it happened. Seeing you that day, I was relieved to find out it was the former.”

Steel eyes sat harsh on a spot of nothing in front of you, memories replaying in your mind as you could feel the blood boil in your body. “Not for a lack of trying.”

You knew Oberyn wanted more, but it was too early. You couldn’t handle this right now. Ellaria might try to pry something from you later, but Oberyn needed to focus. A lucrative position on the small council, and a trial approaching rapidly should take up his attention. So you change the subject. Telling Ellaria of a strip of market you could take her to. Allowing yourself to loosen up at the playful grins and warm wandering eyes she generously gives, and trying to will Oberyn not to do this right now.

You knew something was brewing, but you didn’t know what or when it would heat too far so just maybe you wanted to pretend. Act as if there was no issue. Oberyn was the more intense of the pair, he would get out of you what he intended to in time, but for now, you watched him relax like you. Enjoying the peace before a day, that for him, was another cog in his future. Just gathering pieces for a machine that, to you, was yet unknown.

For a while, that peace did come. The sun bearing down over the city, still somewhat clouded by the darker cramped streets, but there did seem to be more life then in the days past. Ellaria standing tall and beautiful by your side, her arm linked with yours as you passed through the streets, her making comments about where certain vendors got their products and how egregious their selling point was. “How are you so comfortable wherever you go? You always seem to just be at ease.”

Her smile lit up her face as she tugged your body in closer to hers. “Most people are the same no matter where you go. Of course the further north you go, the more rigid and strict the Lords and highborns get, but I’ve always found the normal people to be the same. People who have no stake in the bigger picture, so they all just want to enjoy life.”

Her hair tickling the side of your face as she leans to the side more, muttering into your ear much quieter, “Besides, I really couldn’t care less about what people in power think of me. I enjoy my life, how many of them can say the same?”

It was a wish you had yourself, to look at your life and say you are happy with how it’s turned out but that was not what the Gods had in store for you. Born on fire, and now you lay trapped in a city determined to make you burn from it. “I know the feeling.” Ellaria turned to look at you but your eyes trained forward, “The last time I felt anywhere near happy was just after I left. On my own, travelling in cold woods and staying hidden, but it was just me. Anything that happened to me, was now on me. No one else. Regardless of what led me there.”

Jolting back you see Ellaria stopped, her gentle hands cradling the sides of your face, “And how about right this moment?”

Oh she had set a trap and you were willingly about to step right on it. It was hard to deny her, like she radiated temptation, but one that felt like the only temptation she was offering was relief, so you took her bait. “I’m sure I could find a way to make it better.”

Leaning in to meet her lips, you could feel a smile on her fighting against her movement. Tender lips caressing yours, only to lean in for more as you pull away. A playful glare directed towards you as you smirk, tugging her back to link arm in arm and continue your path. A few more stares than beforehand only this time you could count on them meaning nothing to smallfolk. A beautiful foreigner kissing a common whore in the streets, not exactly gossip to chew on.

No, the only watchful eye this time was from an approaching figure. Tall with a shaved head, studious eyes taking in everything as if they all spoke some kind of secret. A whisper more accurately, a man with such mystique only he could hold such a title.

Ellaria smiled brightly at him as he found himself in front of you, both of you giving small versions of a curtsy, more of a slight bend down though, neither of you rather bothered with perfect formality. You weren’t sure if who you played as should know him, but the role meant nothing. If Lord Baelish knew who you were, then Lord Varys certainly isn’t fooled. So you settled, “My Lord.”

The slithery voice was unlike how Baelish’s was. With the later, it was one drenched in slime and mistrust. Lord Varys was more smooth, like every word was spoken carefully with distinct meaning. He nodded to you first, “My Lady,” before turning to Ellaria. “And of course you must be-”

“Ellaria Sand. If I’m not mistaken, you must be Lord Varys.”

Seemingly humble, he brushes it off. “Please, just Varys. I’m not actually Lord of any House.”

Ellaria herself had a gaze that seemed to match his own, watching like a raven as she puts whatever pieces of information she’s gathered together. “I’m also no Lady, and yet we call each other as such anyways.” Vary’s eyes seemed to raise just slightly, impressed or surprised it was difficult to read. He was a hard man to read, no doubt an image carefully carved out intentionally.

Curious eyes on hers as well, “Yes. We do. So wonderful to meet you, Prince Oberyn has spoken very highly of you, and I can see why.” Uniform but polite until suddenly Varys turns to your attention, calling you by the name you hide behind, as if you’ve ever met each other in the city. “If you wouldn’t mind, I was hoping we could have a word in private.”

Heart pounding while your body turned to stone, he has no reason to speak to who you are here. No, you know it’s her he wants to speak to. The one you hide. But you deflect, “Flattered my Lord, but I’m not quite sure my services are up to your kind of requirements.”

Just a smile. No, he wasn’t fooled one bit. “I assure you it will only take a moment, if that is alright with your companion here of course.”

Her grip on your arm tightened, looking at you for doubt, a reason to pull you away from this uncertainty. It was like a cord winding your heart watching Ellaria look to you for any distress, but Lord Varys was smarter then a simple ambush. No, whatever games he played were long and twisted with many others. Blinking slowly at her, your face relaxing just slightly, and she understood. “Of course. Take your time, we are in no rush.”

Despite the raging fire inside you, losing her touch felt cold and empty. Moving to stand beside him you turned to Ellaria once more, “Please, continue on without me. I know where to find you anyways.” Her doubtful face only had to agree. Between your secrets and Oberyns inner turmoil in this city, you wanted her to at least enjoy herself. To keep her Oberyn as far away from your danger as possible, leave them unscathed.

So you parted ways, Ellaria taking her time to look upon the stalls of the street as you know she was watching you walk away. Lord Varys leading you to a nicer part of the streets, in view doors leading to small but much cleaner and well kept buildings than what you’re used too in the city. “I hope you’ll forgive the sudden invitation. The current state of affairs keeps me quite busy I’m afraid. Very little time to attend to other matters.”

Lord Varys gestured for you to climb the steps up a quiet and modest looking building. “I can only imagine.” The inside was a tinge of dark, shutters kept closed only allowing a bit of light to trickle in from the cracks. Fabric, wool, needles lay about on shelves and machines with a small section cleared with two seats. It appeared to be a tailor of sorts, but the people long gone and little sign of life.

You found a spot in the middle of the main room, limbs tingling from the tension coursing through you while Lord Varys gestured for you to have a seat. His back turned as he seemed to grab something you couldn’t see, “Normally meetings aren’t in such dingy quarters, but inviting you all the way to the Red Keep didn’t seem like the place to help make you feel comfortable to talk.”

As he spoke you slowly begun to sit, posture rigid and afraid to make any sudden movements too quick or too loud. Forcing a tight smile on your lips, “Just never had the opportunity is all.”

He continued to stand, his face as impassive as ever. “I didn’t think you would have. A dangerous place for someone hiding away to venture over too. With as many Lords visiting the city as there are, you wouldn’t want to take any chances of being recognized by the wrong person.”

Finally he moved to sit across from you, but you remained like a statue. “I’m not sure why you’d think that my Lord. I’m just a common-”

Interrupting you with words freezing your entire body over. “The face of a dead highborn lady walking about the Red Keep is sure to gather attention by at least some. And the walls have ears, and it travels fast.” Your hands laying in your lap curled into themselves, digging nails into the skin of your palm with a sharp sting. Head shaking in denial, Lord Varys only tilted his head slightly. “There’s no need to play coy, my Lady. You can be assured whatever Lord Baelish knows, always crawls it’s way back to me.”

Air constricted in your lungs, twisting them until there were only scraps remaining. You could keep lying, you could run, anything to escape this but there was nothing you could do. He knew and if you didn’t play along what would he do to you then? So you sat. Inwardly preying to the Old Gods, hoping they could hear you all the way here.

“Presuming you have no idea what he wanted you for, it must be quite nerve wracking to be plopped into one if his brothels and left to fend for yourself. Having to fake your way through the days as you wait to see what it is he intends to use you for.”

Eyes flickering down and skating back and forth between meaningless spots on the wooden surface. Each warm and comforting moment between you and the Dornish couple you’ve grown so attached to slips away from your fingertips. The bubble you’ve created ready to burst and leaving you feeling stupid for ever getting lost in a fantasy too good for you. “If I’m supposed to be dead,” finally looking up to meet him in the eye. “What could he possibly want with me? What do you want with me?”

There was a silence, Lord Varys simply watching you with his ever running mind trying to figure you out. “Lord Baelish and Lord Tywin have similar goals in mind, though for very different reasons. To them, the strongest way to secure an ally, is marriage. Lord Tywin no doubt looking for ways to strength his delicate hold on the North, and Lord Baelish ensuring a partnership by offering a bride as leverage.” You knew where this was headed, and your body shook in retaliation. There was only one option that would be of any significance. “Whoever produces the still living daughter of House Slate gets the upper hand, holds more influence over them. House Bolton may be in charge of the North currently, but the more Houses they unify, the more allies rally behind the crown.”

Nails dug deeper, peeling the skin back as you pressed harder. Your body giving you only enough air to breathe out any words. “But Lord Bolton..I thought he..”

Lord Varys nodded casually, but there was a twinge of sympathy in his eyes. “Lord Roose Bolton did marry yes, one of the trade offs to get the Frey’s willing to help betray Robb Stark. But if the whispers I’ve been told come to pass, his son, Ramsey, will be in need of a highborn wife to produce him an heir should his father choose to legitimize his birth right.”

It was cold, the fire burned inside of you but everything felt cold. You shook and felt it take all life and faith out of you. You never met Ramsey Snow, but you knew of him. The things he’s done, the kind of horror he really is. Death would be better than anything a lifetime of marriage to Ramsey could give you. Minutes passed, maybe hours, the world felt like it was taken right under your feet. This was why you were here. Little Finger gets you in his clutches, then hides you away until Ramsey is declared a Bolton, then sold off to him in the name of strengthening the North. A North only made as such now under the cruelty of a Lannister.

“I on the other hand, see very little benefit in that arrangement. All this time hiding, only to be thrown into a fate worse than the one you ran from. No, what I propose is much different. Something in the opposite direction of your former home.” Leaning back in his seat, the hint of pained sympathy seems to lighten to a much more scheming pleasantry. “I hear Dorne is rather lovely this time of year.”

Rather then give your cards away, you just challenged him. “What use could I possibly be for you in Dorne?”

A smile fell across Vary’s face, a small but knowing one that told you you were only going to get a tiny section of this story. Standing up, he slowly walked to grab something out of an ornate locked box nearby. “Things in the realm are changing, and when the tides turn, I don’t intend to stand by and just wait for the results to fall in my lap. Loyal allies are more important than the one with the biggest army, and you have already found an ally in Dorne haven’t you?”

Facing you but still standing further away, you tilted your head with a confused squint prompting him to elaborate. “Prince Oberyn spoke very fond of you. Not that he gave anything away, but enough that we both knew the other knows the truth. Whatever kind of relationship you’ve developed with him is enough he is willing and determined to protect you.”

Evening your breathing out, that much more comforting feeling once again pumped through your veins. “You want him to take me to Dorne? Why?” As your lungs puffed back out, the air circulated easier, letting your voice come out steady, firm but calm.

Stepping up to the table, Varys held something close, tucked under the drape of his robes. “When the time comes, Prince Doran will need to choose where his allegiances lie, and what lives beyond the Narrow Seas offers his Kingdom much more than the Houses of Westeros can provide.”

The Master of Games rather than Whispers, he was allocating his pieces right where he needs them and he knows how to win. But you only had one play, one card to throw onto the table that may get you some kind of an answer. “Does that thing involve three living dragons?” Varys appeared taken back just an inch. Eyes raising in curiosity. “Because history has proven that dragons mean very little to the Dornish people.”

His steps brought him slowly around the table closer to you. “As does the promise of Targaryean rule. The people of Dorne have a complicated history with most of the major rulers in Westeros, but there are different kinds of dragons, ones not currently tormenting the skies of Essos that could be of great help to them.”

Abruptly you stood, walking needlessly into the empty space trying to understand. Spinning to look at him you gave him an honest look. “You don’t need me for this. You’re talking about- this is bigger than me, I’m not any of these people what good would some rumoured dead Northern girl be? My family isn’t strong, I’m not a fighter, I’m not influential, I’m not some Targaryean dragon rider, you don’t need me for this.”

Vary’s eyes squinted slightly. Just slightly. Coming to stand in front of you, he holds a hand out asking for your own. He held yours in both of his, and just as he spoke, you felt something weighted and metal drop into your palm. “Prince Oberyn will have certain arrangements made by the time the trial is over. I have no doubt he will adamantly involve you in those plans, and I have no conflict of interest in letting that plan go smoothly.”

Pulling his hands away he looked you directly in the eyes, speaking a silent command. One you understood. Putting both your hands clasped together, the unknown object sat unseen in your palms in front of you. “What is it about me that does anything that you couldn’t do yourself? You want me in Dorne, why me? Why do you want me specifically? Why the interest in me at all?”

Now in your personal space, he lowers his voice, leaning down to keep the words to yourself. “We have more in common then you know, Lady Slate.” His voice almost in a pointed exaggerated tone at your real title, “Think on it. Think very carefully about what I’ve told you today. I’d hate to see your use go to waste at the hands of a cruel Bolton boy instead of a Prince.”

Then, he was gone. Leaving you alone in this empty space, head spinning and twirling until it forced your eyes shut just to steady. Inhaling and exhaling deeply for a matter of minutes. Finally you opened your cupped palms, tilted just enough hoping any watching eyes wouldn’t see what it was given to you.

A metal sigil. The very top of the circular metal with some kind of hook as if this were apart of something else at one point. The colours seemed somewhat faded but the image itself stood on it’s own regardless. A dragon, a black dragon with 3 heads against a paint that was just clean enough to recognize as blood red. This wasn’t- this wasn’t what it was supposed to be. Like someone took the Targaryean sigil but messed it up. Why did Lord Varys have something like this? More frustratingly, why did he give this to you? What did this have to do with any of this?

You snapped your head up, looking around to find no onlookers or watchful eyes. Quickly, you tugged the small metal into the fabric of your dress, hidden away from anyone but you. As you stepped out the door, the streets looked just as they always did. Not even a glance towards you as you stepped out onto the pathway.

Walking back to the brothel, you felt conflicted. Trying desperately to uncover the mysteries just presented to you, and the other, the quiet but angry little voice calling you stupid for even dreaming that you meant anything to Oberyn and Ellaria to bring you with them. Neither ever indicated any real desire to have you in their life beyond these few weeks, no one ever wanted that.

Still though, maybe you at least had a chance of leaving this city. That, you could live with. You’re unsure if you should mention this conversation to either of them. Ellaria wouldn’t push, but Oberyn would. If Varys was telling the truth, then Oberyn has more going on than telling you, but you couldn’t think about that. Let him do this trial, let him sit on the small council. Oberyn had bigger plans than bringing you to his home, and you weren’t going to be a distraction to that.

You didn’t leave the room the day of the trial. You couldn’t go anywhere near the Red Keep anyways, so it hardly mattered. You had been tense every since your conversation with Varys. Dragons in the east, allying with Dorne, and somehow you were supposed to be right in the middle of that. You weren’t sure what you were going to do if Oberyn left you behind. Previously you tried not to think about it but now you had a tangible nightmare awaiting you if you just waited your turn.

The fear and intimidating man that is Roose Bolton was the one you knew. Friends with your father but just as cruel as each other. Gods, if you could choose your horrible fate you’d probably just marry him, be demanded to provide him with an heir and be ignored. Marrying Ramsey was another fate entirely. No one who heard of him had to meet him to know if his reputation was true. Everyone said the same things, abuse, torture, a giddiness towards killing, and a forceful attitude towards whatever girl he could claim.

You would rather die on your own terms then that. Let Oberyn and Ellaria be your last memories. Shutting your eyes, you could almost feel their touch again. Hear the teasing laughter in their voice from last night, constantly poking and prodding at you every time you fell back into a performance.

Ellaria lay spread out on the sheets, her body out on display as she was pulled partially back into an equally undressed Oberyn. Her head thrown back in a moan only to stutter and shift into laughter when Oberyn would point out you were losing focus. Her cunt yours for the taking. Some moments you were drowning in her, addicted to her taste, needing to hear her sounds and hips squirm with each lick of her folds or caress to her clit.

Other times you fell back into being in bed with a man demanding you and another girl fuck for his pleasure. How all was expected was to show off dramatically, let them get off to the sight of over exaggerated movements and unnecessarily loud whines. Oberyn’s deep voice would ring in your ears, “Focus, little one. If you’re not enjoying yourself, neither is she. You’re not here to impress me, taste her and just do what feels right.”

Your mouth just an inch away from her, the brush of your hair tickled her inner thighs as you nodded, one of your hands splayed up to cover part of her stomach and hip, holding her down. Just as you leaned back into her, Ellaria’s breathy voice speaks up. “If he wanted a show, he could just step outside and toss a coin at the first pair of brainless girls that walk by.”

You had to rest your forehead on her mound, shaking her hips slightly as you silently laughed. Oberyn shifting down to pull her into his chest more, groping her chest with greed as Ellaria laughed herself. Fingertips from your other hand tap alongside her leg, “You did pay for a whore afterall, performing is supposed to be my skill.”

Whatever rebuttal she had at the tip of her tongue was lost when yours licked back into her. Her orgasm hit her quickly as you drank everything it offered. Just as quick she was pulled up her back now against Oberyn’s chest, his cock sliding into her with a steady pace, a dance they’ve done a thousand.

Her head was thrown back into his shoulder, as Oberyn finds your own eyes, kneeling up with your palms resting down in front of you, almost unsure if to interrupt them with your own presence. His pace slows down as he stares into your own eyes, “Think I forgot about you?”

Ellaria barley lifts her head, titled into his neck with an arm wrapped behind her grasping at his hair, her eyes just peek enough to spot yours. Her other hand beckons you up to her and raises her head up as she clasps your hand in her.

Oberyn slows more and grasps Ellaria’s hips firmly as she tugs you into her. Pulling you into her chest she slides up and grasps at your hair, hovering her lips over yours. “If you really want to show off,” her other hand moves back to her front and slinks down your own body, her grip on your hair yanks slightly to turn both of your heads just a tad to look back at Oberyn. “How about I show him just what he’s missing out on, here?” Raking her gaze up and down yourself.

Oberyn all but growls out Ellaria’s name in warning, but you both smirk at the other. Her capturing your lips as both of your hands roam each other. Oberyn’s cock soaked deep in Ellaria’s cunt being the only attention given to him.

She teases him endlessly with you. She knows he’s holding off on fucking you properly. Neither of you are quite sure why, but all he does is push you right to the edge, tip you just over it, and let Ellaria be the one to pull you down with her instead.

Oberyn’s hands hug her hips and ass back into his own as he fucks her, and your own fingers reaching down to rub her clit in tandem. Your pace matching his before Ellaria’s body falls back briefly into his. His cock slowly sliding in and out, a kiss on the side of her head, as you pull her back up to gently press your own lips against hers.

Glossy eyes returning to normal, her and Oberyn once more lean the sides of their heads into each other, both looking at you in question. His mouth in biting range to her ear, but the husk of his voice whispers loud, “Show her how grateful we are, wouldn’t you my love?”

Turning in for a proper kiss she smirks into his as they part, “My pleasure.”

Your body hovering over hers, Ellaria’s fingers dip into your own cunt, soaked just from pleasuring her. Rare to find a woman working in places like this so naturally aroused by giving, though perhaps it was just something her and Oberyn got to experience alone. If she had final say, Ellaria would make it so it stays that way.

For now though, her fingers pump in and out of you as Oberyn fucks his final pounds into her. Your head was down taking in the coiling orgasm building up, but Oberyns hand nudged under your chin up to look at him.

Brown eyes with a penetrating gaze, your eyes on his face, the grit of his teeth, jaw clenched tight, and nostrils flared as he fucks his cum up into his paramour. His hand under your chin the entire time, until you slip out from it as Ellaria brings you to your own end.

One hand steady on Ellaria’s waist, while the other reaching out blindly, tightly holding onto Oberyn’s arm as your orgasm sparks and sets ablaze. A sharp loud gasp with your head tilted back hardly noticing her fingers leaving you empty. Taking both hands you smooth the wild hair flung about your head before placing both palms down, once again knees on the bed as you come down.

Briefly you notice Ellaria’s hands cup your cheeks just long enough to sneak a kiss, “You were right, you perform quite well no matter what, lover.” You both chuckle somewhat breathlessly as you swat at her hands, turning just long enough to see her slip a beautiful deep yellow robe as she heads towards the jug of water.

Strong arms slide across your shoulder and one around your stomach, tugging you into Oberyn’s side. Your back against his chest, his chin resting atop your head, but unlike the sensual loving embrace he just had Ellaria in, this one felt almost calming. Purposely calming, keeping you tight against him as your heart pounding quiets. Quietly muttering your name, he moves the arm on your shoulder to reach up and stroke the side of your cheek with his thumb. “You don’t have to tell me what Lord Varys spoke to you about even though I can see it’s bothering you.”

Soon Ellaria moves back to sit on the edge of the bed, her feet dangling downward to the floor as opposed to the tangled mess yours and Oberyns splayed out to the side were. “We just need to know one thing, sweet girl.” Ellaria’s deep eyes shining with vaguely concealed worry as she debated how to say what they both were thinking. “Are you in danger? Being here?”

No doubt Oberyn could feel your body tense, his head tucking itself into the crux of your neck leaving scattered kisses in his wake. The deep rumblings of his voice vibrating through your spine. “If you don’t feel safe you need to tell us. You’ve been trapped here under the eyes of very powerful and dangerous men, I know better than anyone how few options you have to leave. So I need a yes or no.”

No, you shook no. Unsure if there was even a way to explain things without just spilling the words you are sure Lord Varys told to you in confidence. A risky meeting in the middle of the city just to keep the walls from listening. But they wanted to know. They needed to know. If Little Finger didn’t come back for his plan North, then it would only be a matter of time before Lord Tywin figured out where you were hiding.

Constricting tighter around your body, Oberyn’s nose brushed against your cheek before the hand on your jaw turned you up into an aggressive kiss. Harsh and needy, but short. Not much was said about it the rest of the night, unsure if it was no one knowing how to say what they were thinking, or if for now, no one just wanted too.

It was new being with them in such a way. They were intense, and demanding, but so deeply loving. Treating you with as much respect and admiration as they have for the other.

Keeping you trapped between their bodies as you all slept, only to be woken by gentle rubs to your clit from Oberyn behind you, slowly, quiet so keep the beauty in front of you both undisturbed. Your naked body pressed back against him entirely, as he kisses you, his tongue against yours as he makes you cum, keeping you quiet. They were a dream you were too scared to wake up from.

Which is why you stood. Hands tightly holding the metal sigil as you stared out the window. The view barely different from the one in your tiny, now unwelcoming room. Like they were never here, but the sting of their memories holding onto you like a leech.

You had to close you eyes tight, so tight colours danced in your vision as you desperately tried to will the tears away instead of falling. Knuckles white from how rough your grip on the sigil was. You would never find people like Oberyn and Ellaria again, and your only prospects were to hope Varys had any reason to be telling you the truth, or to brace yourself for a life of unspeakable torment at the hands of a monster.

It hurt to know Oberyn was right. You had little escape from here alone. How many spies scattered across the city, how many people did they report to, how guarded were any of the places one could sneak out from?

Embarrassed, that's how it felt. Janus, your dear uncle who taught you how to run, how to live, how to survive, wasted it all. You lasted maybe one year before being discovered and dragged to King’s Landing like a prisoner. Stashed away under lock and key until you were ready to once again be forced elsewhere to a place you knew would not help you.

Options had run out. You needed Varys to be right. Being left alone in this city, a tiger trapped in a cage only to be poked and laughed at by your hunters, was a death sentence. One that you would enact yourself if need be.

Oberyn and Ellaria may care now, but if they leave, it would only be a matter of time before they forgot you anyways. A pathetic runaway working as a whore unable to protect herself.

You could still see his face, your Uncle, he panic and distress as he told you to go. The faint sounds of your father yelling inside your home just off in the distance, the closer sound of your older brother barking orders at the boy in the courtyard to start helping. The feeling of your uncles rough, calloused hands cupping your cheeks as he pressed a final kiss to your forehead before watching you go. The urgency in his movements as he pulled you from your bed in the dead of night didn’t make sense until you watched what he was protecting you from.

The shame you would bring upon him if the next time he saw you, was as a prisoner sold off to the family that betrayed the ones you were supposed to have fought for. You had no shame hiding out in a brothel when you reached the Riverlands. You were exhausted, no money, and in territory a war was still raging on. At least in there you had shelter, food, and living in a place your family had no reason to travel to.

Had you been more vigilant, you might have noticed whispers turning into constant talk and chatter throughout the building surrounding the days events, but you were tuned out. Finding privacy to drown everything out in a tub. The water boiled far too hot didn’t phase you, just like increasing volume of gossip in the other rooms didn’t phase you.

Just like that the boiling silence was interrupted by one of the younger girls wandering in. Jumping back slightly with a hand to her chest in a gasp, she muttered out apologies. “I didn’t realize anyone was in here, just needed a minute to myself you know?” Giving a breathy little giggle, new enough to not quite recognize that your face currently screamed anything but please sit down and talk to me. Even though that’s exactly what she did. Perched on the edge of the stone rambling about how crazy this trial thing is, how she snuck out early in the morning just so she could try and get in to watch.

You distracted yourself from the mindless chatter by running the smooth cloth over your skin once more as if you were still busy washing. “I can’t believe she would do such a thing, I always thought she was so pretty too!”

You jerked your head up, brows furrowing as your ears tuned back in. “Wait, who did what?”

The girl rolled her eyes in jest, “Lady Sansa, weren’t you listening?” Flickering her hand over the water to splash at you, she pulled away with a hiss, shaking the stark heat off her fingers. You only felt more confused. “Have you not heard what everyone is saying? Asking the imp to kill the King because he didn’t want to marry her anymore! I mean why else would she run, right?”

Oh you’re sure you could think of an endless list of reasons that would drive a teenage girl kept prisoner in the city, to want to escape the first chance she got. If you didn’t believe Tyrion Lannister poisoned Joffery you were even more certain that Sansa Stark had even less to do with it. Besides, she didn’t run away, she was flown off by a certain conniving mockingbird. “Is it,” You paused to take a breathe, reforming your words, be as moderate as possible. “What did the judges decide?”

Her eyes went wide hands dramatically splaying on her chest over her heart, “It was insane, the judges didn’t even reach a verdict. The imp went on this tirade saying he wished he did it, that he was glad to watch and that he should have let that Baratheon take the city. He demanded a trial by combat now.”

It was rare now. The two parties fight to the death and whoever lives, the Gods have declared innocent. You had never seen it used, or even heard it really. Most men were either condemned to death it they wanted a trial, but most just confessed and were banished to The Wall. Though this time, the defendant was Tyrion Lannister. Clearly a brave man if what you’ve been just told is true, but not a skilled fighter by any means. “Do we know who’s fighting in their places? I’m sure Lady Cersei has a list of knights willing to fight for her,”

“Oh yeah, her champion is The Mountain.”

The blood drained from your face, racing down to you’re heart and forcing it’s painful thud against your chest. The girls words fading away as the dread raised. You knew why she chose him, a man known for nothing but sheer size, strength and unusually cruel brutality. A vile thing whose only purpose was to cause others pain.

It got caught in your mouth, your words sitting in the back of your throat, festering until it almost felt like you would be sick. Not many men would take on The Mountain in a fight to the death, even less men who cared even a bit about Tyrion Lannisters innocence. No this was worse. Was cruelty of the Seven mocking you, or the Old Gods just leaving your faith behind entirely. But you knew there was only one answer to your question, even if she didn’t know that.

“And Lord Tyrion?” She flipped her long hair back raising her eyebrows in question. “Wh-Who is to be Lord Tyrions champion?”

She said she didn’t really know, that it must have been decided outside the trial. But you didn’t need to figure it out. The Mountain was about to return to King’s Landing to engage in a trial by combat, a legal Crown mandated fight to the death where only the gods could determine a mans guilt. And there was only one man who was determined to make Gregor Clegane face the guilt for his crimes.

The girl left sometime in your lost silence. You didn’t hear or notice. Suddenly, you were overwhelmed with a sickening, paralyzing dread.

By the time you emerged clothed and dry, you knew for sure people were watching you this time. Quiet whispers between men and curious stares from the girls. Passing through the main chamber, a conversation between Olyvar and another suddenly stopped. A stare you couldn’t identify from the blond. Was it sympathy or was it distrust? Was this about Oberyn, or was this about Varys. Olyvar reported directly to Lord Baelish, so how much did he know about what was to be your fate?

Was he ever your friend, or was he just trying to find a way to keep you here willingly, by offering kindness. Either way he sat behind the desk staring as you stood paused in the middle of the room, watching back. If you were going to leave here, on your own terms, he was your first obstacle. Losing you would be to lose Lord Baelish’s trust, and to spies like him that was not an option, not when you knew too much.

Your chest rising with a deep breathe, and a slow blink as your head and feet returned to their destination.

You opened the door quietly, hearing more hushed tones than what would normally be heard in this room you found so much joy. If it was true, no doubt they had talked about it together, they mean so much to each other, and now, death or justice is his only choice. Only one, was easily given.

Your steps felt small and meek, but with one ping against the floor, the two dark haired heads flipped your way. Ellaria’s hands resting comfortably against his chest, while Oberyns rested against her arm and waist. Their eyes both shined with concern, but their tones drastically differed.

Oberyn’s were dark and pensive while Ellaria’s were solemn and understanding. Neither one enticing enough to beckon you over. Whispering something unheard to his lover, Oberyn nudged her to you as he stepped away with his back facing you.

Your eyes were trapped on his back to you as she approached you. Not until the palm of her hand gently pulling your gaze to her own. With a stuttering breath, so quiet you almost couldn’t hear it yourself you asked, “Is it...he’s really going to do this?” The solemn eyes turned almost a shade warmer as she nodded. She understood him more, but she also understood you. Your own eyes shut, head dropping. Jaw clenched, you didn’t trust your own words.

Feeling this way seemed wrong, he was a fighter. A fighter with such skill, whispers of his feats reached from the warm sun of Dorne to the grey dreary North. If this were anything but what it was, you wouldn’t feel such a gloom over you.

“Sweet girl,” her other soft palm found your cheek as well, as your own hands reached to hold onto her wrist, looking up at her. “I know. Trust me, I know. But this isn’t some young impulsive kid jumping into the light just because he’s cocky. This means so much more-”

Just like that you dropped her wrists and stepped back. You stepped back and she tried to step forward, and once again you stepped back. Blinking away how obvious you were, your head shook and a tight lipped smile forced it’s way onto your face. “No, no, it’s alright Ellaria. I understand entirely.” You refused to look over to the other side of the room, to see if brown eyes were waiting to catch yours. “How long?”

Ellaria blinked too, you weren’t alone in keeping yourself together, she was simply practised. “A day maybe. However long it takes the Mountain to return to the city.”

Don’t do this, keep yourself painted like metal. Steady voice steady face. “I will do what I can to help prepare.” Walking past her, you could feel the soft material of her dress brush your arms. Eyes shut, shaking your head just enough to force the tears back in.

The night was quiet. Your persona was up as high and pretending as it ever had been. There was no trace of your genuine self that evening. Ellaria was a bit easier, no matter the outcome she would still be here. She would leave but you could remember her and pray for her safety and journey, knowing just maybe, you were still close enough to the Old Gods that they could hear you over the Seven and appease just one ask from you.

You hardly looked at Oberyn like you were real. Cordial, getting him what he wanted and answering any question he posed out of simple want or jest. Any point being made to reach out to this mask was met with short answers, a stock answer you gave to any men coming through that would just throw coin your way regardless of your feeling. You think he looked at you a lot that evening, never being able to shake the unwavering intensity seemingly on your person.

The day you accepted this offer, saying yes to this beautiful interesting couple who had you talking and laughing without any facade, letting your company be theirs. Worrying at the time if this would be a mistake and it was. Oberyn had found an opportunity to do what is right, and that’s all that mattered. You didn’t matter, and you didn’t want to matter anymore. Not again.

They spent much time in quiet hushes together as the sun finally feel dark, many times finding you in their words. And for the first time in the weeks you’ve spent together, you watched them find each others arms in bed, and sleep take them away from the insanity this day had brought, but didn’t join them.

The moon was high and bright that night, a blue glow sprinkled over every surface, but did nothing to lull you to sleep. Your side rested against a wall as you looked out into the streets. Dead or not, the outcome wouldn’t affect these people, they would go about their lives and nothing would change. Many for sure, would come to watch, root and cheer for the charming Dornish Prince with a skilled fighting reputation unlike any other, and most of them would feel very little after his death.

You couldn’t do this again, you couldn’t handle it. You could see his face looking through the glass of the stained window. His voice ringing in your ears, begging you to never return, telling you that you meant the world to him, that he loved you and this needed to happen to keep you safe. Your body tensing, limbs curling in on themselves and your body failing you wanting to collapse as you saw the blood.

The only one who ever cared about you, and all you could see was the blood spurting from his mouth, and the blades ripping through the warm chest your smaller self often found the only comfort to exist to you. He was the only one, and now that you’ve found another, you could see it happening again.

Gregor Clegane was formidable and mercilessly sadistic. One mistake, one simple slip that he could take advantage of, and it was over. Countless men over the years found that out, and now, his opponent was a man who seeks justice from someone unwilling to believe in such a thing.

You got no sleep that night, nor would you the next. When the sun comes up the day after tomorrow, there is no certainty that you will be able to look behind your position, and see the chest so warm it matches the Dorne sun. His handsome face, soft all over all framed by an angular nose that you will never forget the feeling of as it runs down your own before his lips follow.

Maybe you will find it, but there was the blood. And his face covered in it before you turned and ran. And it became harder to stay positive. You’d leave before sunrise.

Ellaria wasn’t the bargaining chip presented to you, Oberyn was. If Oberyn dies, than there is no escape coming to help. You have to find a way to try.

Your night was spent awake, eyes on the glow of the moonlit streets, sat on the still just at the windows base. Fabric and metal. You knew what you wanted, and you needed to be awake to get them without the watchful eyes of the cities birds. And you needed to get them in and yourself back out out of the view of a close fair haired little bird, whom chirps it’s findings to a conniving mockingbird, and before a powerful lion finds you first.

Leaving out in the morning was easy, no one was awake and whomever might be was used to the sound of people sneaking out in the early hours. Eager to return home before other knights and noblemen see where they’ve spent the night.

The tailor shop was still empty, part of you could only wonder where the owners went too, and if leaving their shop and home abandoned was a coincidence, or a way to ensure an empty space with no chance to wandering in dwellers for secret talks.

You had riffled through the trunks, shapeless and muted rags clearly meant to be cut up and remade into something else were yours for the taking. As well as the dye. A dark coloured dye, almost black meant to stain the material before final alterations would be set. It was close to the kind of look you once had, but hid after finding refuse in an inn.

At least if this worked, you could let your hair grow from it’s roots without staining so heavily to drain the dark colour out of it in the dead of night.

Metal was more difficult. Blacksmiths would have what you wanted, but you had not the coin or the thieving abilities to secure one for yourself. Scraps though, were perhaps something more your level anyways. Most shops had one alleyway to dump wasted product, sometimes it was cleaned up by another, and sometimes they just waited for the poorest of the slums to come and scour for anything of need.

You could see from your vantage point, there likely was metal there so you started to walk. You were good at watching your back, empty streets or uncaring eyes left you invisible to go about your way. Nothing you could detect noticed you.

Nothing that is, until your vision spun and your back slammed into the wall of the very alley you ventured into. A hard sting vibrated through your spine, but the back of your head only felt a cushion that cradled its frame. An accented voice greeted your startled figure. “I’m not sure if I should be offended that you think I’m that easy to sneak away from.”

Oberyn stood close in front of you, the hand he used to cushion your head slides to find a home matching his other, palms against the brick on either side of you caging you in as his tall broad frame covers your vision. There was a fond smirk on his face as his eyes twinkled with amusement, but it was hard to focus on how he looked at you.

Your own face fell from startled, to relieved, all the way down to upset. That beautiful smile on such a beautiful man, you felt guilt for how detached you were trying to become. “I didn’t think, I’m sorry-”

Shushing you quietly, Oberyn moved in closer to you, a hand on your hip and the other raking through your hair until it found a home on your jaw and neck. “Perhaps we should talk somewhere less, suggestive.”

His smirk grew wide and mischievous as you followed to see an older man watching with a curious but lewd demeanour. Two people pressed up against the other, one pushed against a wall with the other having his hands over you. Before you could agree, the second your head looked away, Oberyns lips captured yours. Almost pulling you up to your toes as he leans to tower over you before his tongue making a salacious performance to explore your mouth before pulling away with a nibble.

For the first time in over a day, you finally gave him not just a smile but a laugh as well. “A girl might think you’re trying to give the man a show.” Shameless as he is, Oberyn’s hands pulled both sides of your hips into his own before snaking one back to hold your lower back up. His tongue being replaced with a bite filled aggression before barley separating your lips as he turns you both to walk away.

Oberyn giving the man a wink as they passed, and you couldn’t tell what made you giggle more, that or the jaw dropped face of the man you couldn’t tell was aroused or offended by the gesture. His hand never left the small of your back as he led you to a path you knew would find it’s way to the water. “I don’t want you to feel the need to run and hide from me. What this is that you’re feeling is understandable, but I want you to just be open with me what you’re feeling this way.”

There was hardly much in the way of sun as you both reached the small opening of water, a tiny channel that opened wide into the sea, but what little sunlight reached you both reflected radiantly on his skin. The yellow fabric draped over his body did nothing to hide as you were dressed to, but did everything to overwhelm you with his beauty. A robe with rich yellows and hints of a deeper orange made it hard to ever look away from him. It made you miss him too.

For a while, you both stood there, splashes against the rocks and his hand on your back still. But it was too much. “Tomorrow you fight. As Tyrions champion.” The tears almost started to collect in the backs of your eyes as you whispered to him.

His hand pulled you in closer to his side. “I am. Somebody should. He’s innocent, and that deserves to be defended.” Oberyn knew he didn’t need to elaborate. You were smart, you saw less than he heard yet you still came to the better conclusion than the court.

“And because the Mountain is Cersei’s champion.”

His eyes narrowed as he looked up into the brightening sky, chin held high and not a shred of doubt in his body. “What I want for my sister, for her children, is justice. That’s not easy in a place like this, and I’m not fooled into thinking I can just force it to happen because I want it too. These proud golden lions only stand tall for as long as there are many of them. Their time will come, it’s not just me who has made sure of that.”

Oberyns free hand grasped the closest of yours, thumb swiping on and over the skin as his eyes traced the lines before once again finding home in the waters. “Gregor Clegane needs no justice. He doesn’t deserve it and he will never give it. There’s very little chance for him to ever atone for his crimes, and if no one will do it than I will.”

Body turning to you, you stepped around to look at him the same, his hand now back on your hip and holding yours out between both your bodies. “I’m defending an innocent man because it’s right. But this is also a chance we may never get again. To face the man with their blood on his hands and hear from his mouth that he did it. That he murdered her children. Elia’s children, and raped her with their own blood on his body before murdering her as well. I want to hear him tell me he did it, so he dies knowing he never actually got away with it.”

You nodded to him, “And you? What do we get if you die? Ellaria, your daughters, your family. Leaving them behind will be just as painful as the kind you feel now.”

His fingers bring your chin up closer to his. “It’s not my honour I’m fighting for. It’s for my sisters memory and that, sweet girl, is something they understand. I love them dearly, but they also know the pain Elia left behind, they feel it too, and it’s not something they want to let go either. I have to do this, and it’s something they understand.”

While you gave a single nod, your eyes mapped out his, the ferce love within them. “But this isn’t just about me is it? This fear, it’s more than just what happens tomorrow. Right?”

This time, the tears found their way to the surface. Not falling but enough that they were impossible to miss. Oberyn’s hands bringing you into a chaste kiss, keeping you against him but leaving you to speak.

“My Uncle was the only person who ever cared. About me or for me. The rest of my family happy to leave me locked away until they needed someone to take their frustrations out on.” Oberyn’s eyes flashed a danger you had yet to see shone your way, and the tears wanted more.

Turning your body you leaned back into his chest that moved with you. His arms wrapping around your frame as you both watched the water. Your falling tears matching the clarity of the colour. “You were right. There’s no point hiding it. You saw the bruises I tried to hide, and those were only the ones my brother could make alone. My father was more inclined to hurt me where others could see it. I never knew why. I still don’t. My mother could barley look at me, like something about my existence shamed her, but whatever that was made my father despise me. Janus, my uncle, was the only one who tried to protect me.”

A faint smile crossed your face, tears still falling but with a lighter reprieve. “He taught me anything he could afford to. How to defend myself enough to find a way to run, how to hide, brought me whenever he was travelling elsewhere to make sure I learned as much about the world as I needed to. I just never realized it wasn’t just out of kindness. It was out of necessity.”

Your hands gripped Oberyns arms around your front. “It was pitch black out the night he dragged me out of bed. He pulled me into his own room, and told me to put everything on that he had laid out, and that when I was done, I needed to climb out. There was a branching tree that you could reach, and start to climb down on, so I did as I was told as he left the room entirely. I didn’t understand why until I was already making my way down. I could see in my window, the door flying open, and shadows of men, men I knew, men my father trusted. And I could see them stabbing into the bed thinking I was still there.”

Oberyn tugged your body against him tighter, a terse anger stewing through his person, but he let you speak. “Everyone was looking for me, Janus put me on a horse, and told me once I got closer to the borders I needed to abandon it, sell it, but get it away from me. He told me I could never come back. That he couldn’t tell me why, but he told me never to let my father find me, and not to trust any of the Northern houses. That whatever side I thought they were on was wrong, and I couldn’t trust them.”

“Two boys found him first, older boys, sons of my fathers guards who would do anything to impress the Lord of the House. They tried to grab and drag me off the horse, but he knocked them away so I could take off. And they re payed that kindness by shoving a knife through his throat. The last memory I have of the only person who ever cared about my life is watching him spew blood from his mouth before collapsing to the ground.”

You spun in his arms, both your eyes painfully watching the others closely. “I understand why you have to do this. I do, and I want you to do what you need to for her. But I also need you to just know why that’s...difficult to accept. I’m not trying to stop you. I don’t want to stop you. But watching the same thing happen to you..I can’t-”

Your body trembling in his arms, eyes red as he tucks you into his chest completely. “What did Lord Varys tell you? You’ve been terrified ever since then.”

Your voice was muffled, but he heard you perfectly. “Lord Baelish stashed me here, so he can marry me off once Roose Bolton’s bastard is given full title. If Lord Tywin doesn’t find me first, than my new home lies in the hands of Ramsey Snow and you can’t begin to imagine the vile cruelty he commits.”

You could feel Oberyns hand moving, as if shifting your dress around to find something, but he didn’t grab you. He shuffled a bit out of sight before tipping his head back to kiss you, only separating to press his forehead against yours. “You have a home. Not may, or will. You have one. No matter what happens to me you have one. You have Ellaria. You’re not just precious to her, you’re precious to me and my death won’t change that.”

There was more to his words that you understood, but later. The walls only have ears in Kings Landing if birds are around, and what he means won’t be heard in the close confines of a bed between two lovers.

This was enough for now for you. You had your own plans, Oberyn has his, you just weren’t sure if any of them matched yours. But he was precious to you as well. They both were, you just had to trust that.

“Come, Ellaria and I want your company for breakfast. We’ve had fifteen years to spend with each other, we prefer your fresh face to look at.” His hands tapped at your hips before turning to move away. Your hands finally reach into the hidden pocket of your dress, and you saw metal. Metal tucked in a plain sheath up to a handle accented in tones of yellow, the very hilt, a sigil of a sun striked by an arrow.

While your heart pounded at what you were likely to do with it, you also felt a burst in your heart, he cared about you yes, but he also understood you. This wasn’t a blade you’ve seen him use, this is one he carried out this morning specifically, because he understands what kind of watchful eyes you will have to get past.

Staring at the hilt must have been longer then you noticed, Oberyn called your name, a whisper of your real name , seemingly almost unwilling to play this charade anymore. You reached out to accept the large hand waiting for you, he reached up and just slightly pressed his lips against the back of your hand, before keeping his arm and hands on you for most of the walk.

Any early risers only seeing what they thought a lewd, promiscuous foreigner indulging in some common whore. No suspicious gossip was passed around this time.

As the sky grew darker, the more tense you had begun to feel. Preparations for the fight tomorrow held much of the evening. You and Ellaria watching Oberyn sharpening the tipped blade of a long spear, making a point not to touch whatever he was handling. Ellaria certainly knew better, and her distance helped you know better as well. She was draped across your back and shoulders as you both sat together on the bed, her head leaned into your ear. “It’s more than just the blade he’s preparing, sweet girl.” Her hand moving to pull some of your hair back behind you, lips finding a place where the strands just lay. Your shoulders didn’t relax anymore, your pulse ringed in your ears instead.

Watching the blade, looking to where you had stashed not just the dagger but everything to hide yourself come morning. Oberyn had made it clear what was needed to be done. “There won’t be many guards watching the docks, but you have to be able to board our ship without being seen by them. And I don’t think you will be able to just sneak on without them clearly spotting you.” His eyes had trained themselves onto the dagger as you tucked it under clothes, your hands hovering in the air before clenching into a fists and finally dropping back down. The message was clear. Get rid of them.

Oberyns eyes had continuously flickered back to you. It was a lot to ask of you what he was, but it was clear you weren’t going to be allowed to just walk out of the city unscathed and unseen and the impending combat did little to ease your nerves. You couldn’t go, you couldn’t accompany the pair because the sheer amount of eyes that could and would recognize you, the long hair and soft dress, it would bring up too many questions as to why you of all whores were allowed to join them.

Oberyn had stood at this point, making his way over to you as you clearly lost yourself in thought. Crouching down to meet your eye level, his hand grasped your jaw as he said your name. “You can do this, you just have to believe in yourself, okay?”

Your eyes slipped shut as your head dropped even in his hold, “It’s not me I’m worried about.” Grasping the wrist near your head tightly. “If something happens, I won’t even know until-”

Oberyns eyes were almost harsh, a tightness to his face that carried throughout his body. “You doubt my ability, little one? You don’t think I’m capable?” His voice however held a tint of lightness to it, almost a tease. He watched you shake your head, finally looking up to his eyes, trouble brewing behind them, like too many things overpowering your anxiety. “I trust you, all you need to do in return is trust me. We both can do this.” His other hand joined to cup the other side of your face.

Ellaria’s hands slid the straps of your dress slowly downwards. “What do you need, sweet girl?” You didn’t respond. You almost couldn’t think of how to say it. What you needed, was to know that this was all real between you. The intensity, the feelings, the intimacy, you wanted it to all be genuine and you needed to feel it.

Oberyn however, read you perfectly fine. His hands slid from your face as he stood before the foot of the bed, undoing hips robes before you. “Take it off.”

Your own eyes transfixed at seeing more and more of his skin reveal itself to you, Ellaria took it upon herself to bunch up your skirt and pull it all up and over your head. Oberyns eyes tearing over your bare form as he shucked off his pants. His cock on display, deep in colour as the blood flowing through it begged for you to give it attention. But he didn’t touch it, or even approach you. His hand pulled you up to face him, as you could feel his cock brush your stomach.

Once again his hands trailed over the sides of your face, this time caressing softly, both your eyes shut as his nose trailed along yours before finding your lips with his. A gentle kiss making you tremble, before he pulled away and turned you to face Ellaria. Already having ridden herself of her own clothing, she didn’t stand to join you. She watched and waited for you to listen to orders. Oberyns large hands perched on your hips as his entire body pressed against your back. “Those beautiful lips of hers just beg to be kissed don’t they?” When you nod he slightly pushes you up onto the bed once more.

Crawling on top of her, you pressed you lips against hers. Quickly though, the soft caress turned demanding. Ellaria moving you how she wanted, the taste of her tongue only found as she slips it into your mouth. One of her hands had grabbed you by the waist as now the other slip up your stomach, between the valley of your breasts and held your neck, finally tilting your head back dramatically.

Retching a gasp from you as Oberyn now kneeled on the bed behind you, taking over her work. His lips biting and nipping at yours, his tongue demanding you grant him whatever he desires. Your breasts felt Ellaria’s hands over them, before she started rubbing her thumbs over your nipples. Giving tiny tugs and pulls in tandem with Oberyn biting your lips.

A line of spit following just slightly as his lips pulled away from your gasping mouth and trailed down you neck. His bites no less sharp, your gasps turning more into moans the deeper he marked it up and down. The burn from his facial hair reddening whatever his mouth left untouched, as Ellaria gave your breasts the same treatment.

Bruises would form against both places, slight marks of teeth against each as they overwhelmed you. Oberyns deep voice pulling your senses back, “Tell us who you belong to.” Hearing his words but not really understanding them, Oberyn repeated himself but only a moan was given in return. One of his hands around your body held your neck tight, just enough breathe allowed to pass through. “Who do you belong to?”

A breathy rasp passed your lips, “You. I belong to yo-” But that was apparently, not the right answer. At once the pairs mouths left your skin, but their hands held you firmly in place.

Oberyns forehead rested against yours. “No one.” You could feel his thumb trailing back and forth against the skin of your hip. “From this moment on, you belong to no one.” Giving you reprieve, Ellaria switched to rake through the strands of hair that framed your chest as Oberyn yanked you further into his chest as Ellaria followed. Your head now back against his shoulder. “No matter what happens tomorrow, you leave this building and never return. You get on that ship. No one in Dorne will hurt you. I will make sure of that regardless what may happen to me.”

As you reached up behind you to grasp onto Oberyns neck the other gripped the hand on your hip. Lifting your head enough so your cheek found his, your eyes craning up to see into his beautiful brown ones. “I may belong to no one, but I am yours.” Your eyes looking to Ellaria’s sultry ones, “Both of yours.”

The two of them seemed to speak in more silent tongues. Eyes watching the other as she nodded. Moving to match Oberyns kneeled stance, he pushed you against the front of her own chest, his back still against yours as he does so.

Ellaria kissed you as Oberyns fingers danced on your skin lower and lower. You gasped into her mouth as one of his hands slapped against the one of the cheeks of your ass his nails carving crescent moons into it, as his other cupped your mound. His hands holding your pelvis in place as two of his fingers trailed the slick gathering between your legs.

Stroking back and forth as your gasps and whines of need made Ellaria smirk into your mouth. You almost vibrated with burning need, but the heat only consumed you more as his two thick fingers plunged into your entrance.

The hand digging into your ass moved to rub your clit with every thrust of his fingers. Fucking into your warmth slowly, but deep to the knuckle every time as he finds that perfect angle that turns your gasps into moans once more. Ellaria cupped the back of your hair, a comforting hold as Oberyn buries his face into the other side of your neck, kissing the skin below your ear as he picks up the pace which his fingers fuck you.

His breathing heavy on your skin as you feel his thick cock resting against the middle of your ass. Your hips pushing back just slightly, Oberyn hisses into your ear as he greets your hips by pushing forward more. The fingers on your clit fall to his palm now rubbing against you harshly.

The burning coiling pleasure between your legs built and built. Had it been minutes, seconds, hours? You couldn’t feel anything but his thick fingers pushing a third into you, your desperate gasps mixed with Oberyn demanding in your ear. “Give it to me. Cum for me, and you can have me. All of me.”

The wetness from between your legs was loud with every push of his fingers, it should embarrass you. The lewd sound should bring a flustered shame to you but it doesn’t, it just makes you want to take what he’s offering. Ellaria kisses your cheek when your hands grab her waist needing something to hold. “Will you let him fuck you, my love? Fuck you like all men and women wish he fucked them like?” Rasping out yes’s, one after another. “Then cum.”

The coiling wrapped too tightly, and it snapped at it’s peak. Your orgasm flooded your body, squished between two bodies as the pleasure coursed through your veins.

Whoever was kissing your neck you couldn’t tell, your eyes shut and breathing too hard to pay attention. Oberyn yanking your hips up into the air between them higher, he gripped the base of his cock and gently slides it between your legs. Your pussy wet and soaking his cock as it dragged through the folds.

Oberyns arms wrapped around your stomach as he teased, an embrace much like ones you had seen him and Ellaria wrap each other up in countless times. He called your name, “We are yours as well. Both of us. We get through tomorrow, and even if I don’t we still are each others, all of us.” Oberyn own head rested against Ellaria’s, her hand on his face as well. The two kissed before he once again grips his cock.

Braced on her shoulders, Ellaria’s finger trailed down to your clit, resting just atop it with the weight of a feather. Their foreheads resting together as they both watched him tease his tip into you. Prodding in and out, soaking itself with your wetness before his embrace was holding you by the waist. “Please,”

That was all he needed. Oberyn thrusted his cock deep into your cunt, soaked and squelching from the sheer amount of slick, but your moans danced with each other enough to hide it.

Ellaria teased at your clit, pressing hard, rubbing circles with each fuck up into you, or simply stroking like a touch against your cheek. Oberyns cock fucked you with little mercy, he thrust deep and rough, knocking your breathe out of you too quick to regain it whenever he slid almost right back out.

“So fucking tight,” his lips almost bit against your ear as he spoke through gritted teeth. “So many men throwing gold for a chance with you, and not one of them fucked you right.” You couldn’t choose between having your hands on him or Ellaria, so she moved up so close you could feel her breathe on your own cheek. Oberyns voice was rough like he fucked, words penetrating and forced out between groans. “Beautiful girl, cunt made just for me.”

Sweat covered your bodies. Oberyns cock now pounding you with shallow thrusts, but fast. Your breasts trying to bounce with his fast fucking, but pressed too much against Ellaria’s own body. Her lips pressing anywhere they can get as she touches herself just as she touches your clit.

You mindlessly begged, for what you did not know, but you begged regardless. Moans and gasps pitched higher and higher as once again the coil wrapped around. Oberyn slowed just enough, now dragging his thick cock along your walls as he pulled out more and more and slowly back up as you clenched around him. “That’s it. Good girl.”

The burning core threatening to once again push you over the edge, but you wanted to take not just you. Reaching down blindly to join Ellaria’s own hand against her clit, she moved hers to let you take over. Oberyns cock taking over your mind, Ellaria’s lips taking over your own, her tongue finding yours as you both moan into each other.

You both cum at the same time, your fingers harmonizing with the others touch., As your head leaned back against Oberyns shoulder, one of his own reached up and grasped Ellaria’s hair, yanking her head up to watch her own orgasm take over. While your touch against her clit slid down, overwhelmed by the persistent dragging of cock inside you, Ellaria relaxed more into the bed. Holding Oberyns hand and pressing her lips to it before returning it to your own body.

Oberyn wasn’t done with you though. Pulling you from Ellaria entirely, he forced your back entirely against his chest. Each fuck into you now so close he could feel your ass move with every thrust. The shallow pace returned, fucking you fast as your orgasm was given no chance to fall back down.

Only enough strength to reach an arm behind his bed, Oberyn tucked his face into the side of your head. “Again, cum for me again, sweet girl.” His teeth gritted and hissed into your cheek, nose pressed against your skin. “You want me to fill you up?”

“Yes, yes, Oberyn. Gods please,” Oberyns own fingers found your clit and almost tugged and pulled. A contrast of Ellaria’s smooth touch. His cock filling your cunt as the warmth spread through your body.

“Be a good girl, cum for me one more time.” His own moans interrupting his own words as he spoke, “Let me feel you clench around my cock, then I’ll fill you.” He groaned your name as his lips kissed the skin he could reach and his fingers against your clit rough. “I want to fuck you full of me, see it dripping out of this warm, “a rough thrust, “tight” rougher more, “cunt.”

The slap of skin echoed throughout, loud and penetrating like the cock hurling you back to your peak. Both arms now reached back behind his head, as one of his own held onto your breast. Tight and large, as his other remained on your clit as he fucked. “Fuck, fuck, close, sweet girl- thats it,”

Your orgasm had barley even left before it flooded back to you. The pleasure like a storm overtaking your body, your eyes shut so tight you could see colours through the black. Oberyns cock didn’t let up as he continued to slide in and out of you. Thighs below shaking, and not that you felt it at the time, but tears falling down your face as you begged his name.

Oberyn’s hands now gripped tight as he came. His cock thrusting slow and deep inside of you, as you felt his warm cum full you like he promised. Name muffled against your skin as he tucked into your shoulder and neck, filling your cunt with his seed.

Ellaria was near you, her body close and gentle touches soothing you and her lover.

You took longer to come down then Oberyn. His cock still rooted deep inside you as the world around you returned. Ellaria’s lips brushed yours, and her nose nudged against your own before Oberyns fingers tipped your chin to look at him. His brown eyes wide, deep and almost soothing, an intimate desire unlike ever before. For a while he just kissed you, letting his cock soften before slipping out.

His heart beat against your back, and yours beat into Ellaria’s own. There was little sleep to be found that night. It overcame the pair, a more calm confidence towards his fight the next day, but you couldn’t.

Your body drying with sweat and cum staining you, as you slipped from their slumbering holds. You didn’t dress. Not in those. Not in the things given to you for this life you were about to run from.

No once it was early enough you moved. Your hair had grown long, preferred by both Northern and Crownsland men, and it was dyed lighter. Shades lighter then your natural to throw people off, but now you needed to throw off those whom needed to be fooled already. Much of it was cut off. The obscene length now reasonable and short enough to make those double guess you. Then you grabbed the fabric dye. You drenched your hair in dye, a dark colour stained into your hair turning it into a deep blue.

The sun was rising now. The memory of the night before hopefully enough to feed the fire inside of you. Their touch, their lips, the still soreness and ghost of his thick cock remained inside you.

Hopefully, it was enough.

The buzz in the city was almost unbearable. One of the most infamous trials in decades resulting in a true trial by combat, both Champions incredibly skilled and renowned fighters. It would have been refreshing to see much of the excitement was over getting to watch The Red Viper in action for their own eyes, but it was also strange. Tyrion was the one seen as guilty, and much of those who are rooting for Prince Oberyn, were the same people shocked and horrified by Tyrions outburst against them at his trial.

He truly was something else, but he was there for a reason. He was a showman for the people to hide his intentions for another. Whispers of strange questions during the trial that made the audience laugh at it’s embarrassment, but you also knew who he was asking them too. That making people giggle at such lewd questions would make it harder for those with scrutinizing eyes to see him seeking the truth for himself in someone else’s silence.

You had little doubt what today would hold, at least to begin with. Gregor Clegane was large with immense brute strength, but he was also a monstrous and unpopular man. Oberyn Martell was quick, smooth in his movements, unexpected in his strategies, and he was also charming with an overwhelmingly handsome appearance that would tempt a crowd. Most of them didn’t know. They didn’t know the harshness behind his eyes, nor the pain he was determined to force upon the larger man.

Showing off his ego was simply a distraction. Watch him, not what he’s doing.

Walking out the door was easier then never coming back in. You hid yourself away, oversized dark clothes with a hooded robe to hide. Strips of your dress torn and wrapped tight to cover feminine features too obvious and bulk what seemed to dainty. The dye was burning and harsh. Liquids used to colour a fabric being drenched into your hair, the dark colour striking against your skin and would be distraction enough. Cutting it was the easy part. Hair grown down from months into more than a year living in brothels, long hair that looked luxurious like the long hair of a high born girl sliced through. Now sitting just above your now tightly hidden tits, less easy to spot or grab.

Both Ellaria and Oberyn knew you wouldn’t be there to see them off. Oberyn making clear to her where she should be able to find you, were he not there. You would be there, if you could summon the courage to do what was going to be necessary, you would make it. But they also didn’t know how you looked as you snuck quietly into the streets.

Plotting your path, you felt angry with every step. Rage consuming you for how such drastic events needed to take place just to give your life any agency, rage for the pain and horror leading to Oberyn doing what he was about to do. And what that action very well may cost him.

You remember thinking this city was disgusting when you arrived, but now you knew it was disgusting for something so much deeper. This was a city filled with those only interested in what they could gain for themselves. What was right, what as honest wasn’t anything these people cared for, people like you, the lives that could be lost for the sake of a families hatred for one of their own. None of that mattered.

And now as you stood, the water shining bright in the distance, and the quiet splash against the rocks and wood the only sound nearby. One ship was all you cared for now. Not a crew in sight, the threat of a kingsguard the only protection needed for just a transportation ship. You could see two, one older man with hard lines framing a dour face, the other younger and more fresh. Looking at his duty in front of him as if he was the last stand between him and, what? The fish below? You couldn’t tell how young he was, but it was more then yourself. Likely a squire for knights growing up and finally getting his chance to do what he saw them as. That was the easy one.

You knelt on the ground watching, breathing heavily with bare hands curled into the dirt. Most of the men you’ve known in your life would see no struggle with what you were going to do, but you grew up in a cage. Locked away for so long, now only needing the bravery to bite back keeping you from flying through that opening.

There was mostly silence between the two men until the younger one let out a dramatic sigh. “Of all the days to guard a Royal ship, I get the one where I’ll miss the Prince’s fight.”

The older mans eyes rolled to the side. “You complaining?”

Fresh face snapping his neck to the side, “No! No it is an honour, it’s my responsibility and I am forever grateful for it, I just-”

Snappy and annoyed he man croaks out “It’s a duty that’s it. We stand here, we watch empty fucking ships just because they belong to some back water Dornes.”

Fresh face fidgeted back and forth, “I- aren’t they called Dornish...sir?” The older man gave a slow moving glare his way, this was a talkative boy and he wanted no part in it. He just stared and glared making the boy fidget more. “Do you think, would it be permitted...Just some privacy so I can,” Gesturing uncomfortably towards his crotch, “I know we are not supposed to leave our posts, but I can’t with someone-”

“Seven hells, just go and piss already.”

Fresh face had only recently taken up his vows, hoping to make his father proud, normally paired with more experienced Kingsguard. It was supposed to be a learning experience, but for the most part he had hardly seen any action or people around here. If these were the traders docks it might have more to see, but this was a stepping stone perhaps? Test his patience for little action and then he will be trusted with more!

The gravel crunching under his heavy boots he felt much lighter. “Sir, I was wondering if-” His companion wasn’t there. Where a tall heavier set man with deep frown lines stood was empty space. Whipping his head back and forth to spot if he had walked anywhere, he could see the gravel just beyond a wall discoloured strangely.

He gulped and shaking hands tried to find a firm grip on his sword but the just hovered over it trembling all the while. The discolour became drenched in a flowing red, stemming up from strayed about feet. Feet and up with a body laying along with it all, his partner laying down into the path of the curving shore. Blood red seeping from just beyond the surface and an image of is partners head laying just too far below the shore. His own hands matching that of Fresh face’s trembling ones only his were reaching out to him.

One step, two steps closer he begin to hold his hand out when a heavy pressure fell onto his back, enough to lurch him forward but still on two feet, but followed was sharp. A sharp sting against his neck, his eyes straining down to see the blade of a dagger digging into his skin, and a shrouded figure against his back as if jumped onto him. “W- What do you wan-”

The blade pressed more with a shush, the voice higher then he expected. Raspy in whispers against his ear. “You see your friend there?” He nodded just once. “The cut on his neck is too deep for him to move anymore. He’s drowning in there. I didn’t need to go that far.” The head turned closer into his as the raspy voice felt more angry. “But I did to show you how far I’m willing to go if you don’t cooperate. Are you going to cooperate?” Scared and shaking he still nodded his head yes, voice too caught in his throat to speak. “I need a way onto that ship without your guards stopping me. How do I do that?”

Fresh face stammered in place, breaths wheezing and nervous sweat pouring from the teens head. He couldn’t feel the heart pounding against his back, too busy frozen in fear until they pressed the blade deep enough to cut just the slightest bit of skin. “Think fast.”

“N- no no, it’s, its just us-Me! Me it’s just me now for most th-the afternoon. There’s a fight-a tria-” A hand not holding a blade leaned in to grip his jaw in warning. “There’s a change in the evening, only crew shows up during the day. If it’s only guards your worried about it has to be done before evening.”

The shrouded figure pushed their head over to the man, his hands now flat on the ground, still.

“Move him.”

He stammered, trying to look back but the blade kept him forward. “He’s out in the open. Move him.” Fresh face nodded and waited to be let go, but wasn’t. The figure just gestured to the body, so slowly he moved. He was strong but it took effort to pull a stiff now dead man off into an unseen corner alley. Finally dumped off the voice rasped again. “I come back later are you going to be the only one here?”

Just as he nodded, the body seemed to move off his back in time for arms to wrap around his head and neck. Maybe if he weren’t so new he would have figured a way to defend himself, but again he only did this to impress his father, not because he was tough. His vision darkened until he slumped against the ground.

Your hand gripped the dagger now with drying blood so tight your knuckles stung. This was it. You couldn’t go back now, the path was laid out for you and now you took it.

A few moments were spent looking at your actions, until you tore your gaze from the open skin covered in blood on the older man, to the younger one now unconscious. Tearing your eyes around you quickly came to your senses and moved. Tearing fabric from the golden cloak on his back, you grimaced as you pulled his mouth open, putting one bunch in before wrapping another strip tight around his mouth entirely, and bound his hands together.

Empty crates, thrown in a dark alley instead of cleaning them up got pulled over and down from their tossed spots, and laid haphazardly over the men.

From the outside it was dark and off in an inconvenient corner. If you walked in, you could see it, but from here it just looked a tad more of a mess then before. It would have to do. Now there was one location you needed to go to. On foot, this far on the seas edge, it would take a while. Longer to make sure no one either saw you, or noticed you.

You said you wouldn’t go. You promised. But you couldn’t end it like this. If you were really to leave this place with such a shattered heart, you wanted to see him one more time. Regardless of what that would mean. So you walked.

The combat arena was a ways off, and you knew it was only a short while before it started. If you were going to see him one last time now would be it. Maybe you should have more faith in his ability, but you also had faith in your Uncle, in Janus. And all his abilities left him with was a mouthful of blood.

You could hear the crowd first. Cheering, yelling and gasps all around. Approaching all you could see was the back of the area holding the crowd. Trying to make yourself as plain looking as possible, the hood of the robe now up, covering your hair and keeping a shadow on part of your face. For once, your heart pounded, not out of fear from being caught, but for what you were walking in on.

There were sectioned areas beyond the arena for each side of the fight, you could see Ellaria standing tall. Her face was too far to see but you could read her regardless. Still like she was stuck in place, and her body taught with unease.

Tyrion Lannister stood not to far from her. Far shorter then anyone else, but still a man. Just a man. Looking somewhat like you actually, trapped somewhere you had no control over. No matter the outcome, he would have to find a way out too. You hope it won’t involve bloodshed like you, but in this place, that seemed to be the only real solution.

Finally, your side steps came across the outskirt just enough to see movement. Movement, and yelling. You knew his voice, and you finally found footing. Maybe too out in the open, too close to where Lord Tywin could see you, but it didn’t matter.

The large hulk of a man already struggling on the ground trying to push up only to be pierced back down by Oberyns spear. Blood spurting from the wound. The crowd yells in awe as if this was a game still. As if with a spear to the chest Oberyn Martell hadn’t yelled about this man murdering his sisters children.

The Mountain struggled to move, seemed to sputter flecks of blood, with slight gasps. A slice also on his leg bled. Such a beast unable to get up and power through despite widespread talk of being an unstoppable force. What hulking men like The Mountain don’t realize though, is that venom from a Viper is sneaky and cruel. When a Viper bites you, it doesn’t gash and bleed over the floor, it seeps into your blood and strangles you from within. Crawls throughout your body and leaves it’s essence wherever your blood takes it.

Oberyn had told you, posion is more useful when you can’t see it. That doesn’t have to be a weapon just on it’s own, and he also told you some men deserve a slow creeping agony.

The Mountain kept struggling to keep grounded, but Oberyn paced. His spear keeping a home in his chest dripping the wound with a searing fire. It wasn’t enough though. A burning horrid rage had built, and grasped the metal of the rail in front of you, grip tight as red filled more then just The Mountains insides. It filled Oberyn Martell’s eyes with a different kind of agony. One far more angry.

“You can’t die yet, you haven’t confessed.” He yanked the spear from his chest, blood dripping from the end of it.

Don’t do this. Don’t put everything you’ve worked towards fall apart now, you thought. But he kept going. Demanding the mumbling dying monster on the ground say it. “Say her name. Elia Martell. You raped her, you killed her children.”

Your lungs constricted and your hands shook regardless of how tight you held on. Oberyn turned to the man who created this rage. Tywin Lannister sat in the judging seats watching with a his own masked rage. “Who gave you the order?”

Oberyn pointing directly to Tywin. He had no desire to hide the crimes of the elder Lannister. “Who gave you the order?”

He yelled he demanded. “You raped her!”

There was a stark silence in the audience, this was no longer a trial, this was revenge.

“You murdered her!”

Blood rushed so loudly in your veins it felt like you could pass out.

“You killed her children!”

The Viper, hissing and snapping as it overtook the man. Oberyn letting his rage fill him, but there was movement amongst the Mountains. Twitches and flickers of movement as the man found a sense of reality once more. “Say it!”

The Mountain had a mouth once more. “Elia Martell.”

Your entire body jerked, mouth dropping open with a silenced gasp of horror. Oberyn was too close, too close and too blinded by the red of the Viper to see it before the Mountain knocked him to the ground. His disgusting bloody figure covered over as Oberyn grasped at him.

“I killed her children, then I raped her.”

You couldn’t see, you couldn’t see beyond the coldness in your body shaking you from your core, as the Mountain tried to find a grasp on Oberyns skull. Brute strength, Mountains are strong creatures of nature.

Oberyn was too shadowed by a monster to see, all to make out was part of his torso and head, enough to see the arm of that side grasping. “Then I smashed her head in like this!”

It was too late. Blood now was your own vision. The only man who cared in your entire life had died with blood spurting from his mouth as all you could do was turn to watch from atop your escaping horse. That blood has haunted you ever since. You saw the blood every night. You didn’t sleep beacuse of that blood.

Oberyn was there. He decided for himself that you meant something. Not just for some grand scheme for power that had so far tossed you around, no. You meant something to him, something that felt stronger and unique from the love you held for your Uncle. Your love towards Oberyn was a love that felt like future. Was that how he saw you? Felt for you? You didn’t know. All you could see was the blood.

Gasps of horror filled the arena, but not screams. Just blood. But not from the Prince of Dorne.

The Mountain remained hovered in his position but empty was the space below him. Blood dripping from his neck, just like what you forced on the man you killed. Sputtering and unable to control his body.

Above him, stood not a Viper blinded by rage, but a man. One you knew. Oberyn stood over him chest heaving his entire body with each movement, his teeth clenched and eyes still. But he was there. You could only see an arm and flashes of his body on the ground, but he stood, his face without massacre, his skull sat atop his head.

And a blade in is hand. A dagger, metal seared with fresh blood, his hand gripping the hilt yellows draping around it, and if you were to guess, a sun pierced by an arrow at the hilt. Only his, was soaked in a vipers cruel venom.

The Mountain hovered as he strained to gasp before falling in a collapse that echoed throughout. Oberyn approached and kicked with force to flop the man onto his back. The man not moving.

Oberyn had no eyes for glory. He looked at one man and one man only. Tywin Lannister sat in his seat, a face desperate to erupt, but could do nothing now. Slow steps forward Oberyn walked close to where the crowd around him sat.

“The Gods made their judgment.” Oberyn’s voice a grasping husky tone, unblinking at the man before him now. “They’ve seen the truth in your son.” His head turned to look at the bleeding lump on the ground. “Gregor Clegane however,” He turned back to Tywin, Oberyns chin high and spitting words back at him. “Your men, you, on the other hand. Your crimes have been judged guilty. And the Mountain has paid for his sins with his life.”

The two stared at one another. Tywin, finally, knew what it felt like to be trapped with no choice. So he spoke. Tywin stood up, and directed his eyes towards his son. The man he so desperately tried against. They looked one another in the eyes, and finally, presiding judge, Lord Tywin Lannister made the final verdict.

“The Gods have made their will known. Tyrion Lannister, in the name of King Tommen of the House Baratheon, First of His Name, you are hereby, declared innocent.”

The crowd was silent at first, and just as quickly, it erupted. The entire crowd on it’s feet, an overwhelming volume of cheering. A city once so ready to side against a man now cheered. Was it for him, or was it for the show? You didn’t know.

Your body loosened, the trembling and cold slowed down and turned to a warmer relief. Tears built up in your eyes and for now you let them. You had to go. The city was here, and your path still lay empty. You were told to get on the ship, and it was ready, you just had to get there.

It was faint, still a distance between you, but it felt like that first day in the brothel, peeking at the doors threshold watching Oberyn Martell risen up against the blood of a Lannister. The Mountain was just the same. A man so willing to commit monstrous crimes for the Lions that he was simply as one of them.

Oberyn and you looked at each other before he made his way to Ellaria. Body more relaxed, and a softer gaze towards you. He gave a single nod, and so did you. You yearned to stay, to revel in the moment and be with them, but you couldn’t.

Your window of opportunity was closing. Tearing your eyes away from him you turned away. Blood pumping in your ears you saw them everywhere, cloaks of gold everywhere. You don’t know how he knew today was the day you didn’t know, but the Kingsguard now knew your face, some of them too well.

And no amount of fake flattery and fake pleasure would make any of these men disobey an order from the Hand of the King. Your hood stayed up, and your head down enough to maybe get by. Crowds of people swarming the streets of Kings Landing and gold was everywhere. You needed the backstreets. Pacing down the stone path there was dim alley across from you that led away from most general population, it was risky but you knew exactly how to sneak your way down to the docks from there.

Dim and damp, water dripping from overhangs forming puddles below your feet. Each step was far, your toes hitting down first followed by the slow descent of the rest of your foot, not wanting to draw noise to yourself. The Street of Silk has it’s typical bustle of people, so you hung by the entrance of the alley, stretching your neck out so only a peek of your face could be really seen.

The faint carving of a mocking bird sat on the stone wall just within your view and so did the gold. Two Kingsguard stood atop the main step one with arms crossed and the other leaning back letting the other speak as his hand remained on his sword hilt. Olyvar stood at the open entrance seemingly reasoning with their demands, demands you suspect were to come in and search for me.

His head shook and a hand gestured to the other end of he street in frustration. The two glanced over before conferring quietly with each other. As Olyvar shook his head in dismay, his sight strayed far enough to catch yours.

Legs suddenly itching to move, one hand perched onto the walls edge as if to push off. His chin lifting higher as his eyes squinted, debating his allegiance when it was too late. The Kingsguard looking to see what caught his eye more then their interrogation, and there you were.

So you ran, and they followed. You had one advantage of being smaller, your lack of armour making it easy to slide between people but the crowd begun to part as yelling orders to stop were thrown down the way. The clang of metal closing in and thuds of running overpowering the sound of your panting.

People were being shoved just to get out of your way, chattering and protesting drawing more attention to you. Turning quick and trying to make it to a side street, you could see a stand of pomegranates just before the opening. Knocking it over a sea of bright fruit rolled down just distractedly enough that you slid into the alley. Throwing your body you crouched behind a series of crates.

You could hear the metal boots clanging as they passed by one end, but the voices of more on the other side came into earshot. Just beyond the other side of the street, there was enough leverage that if you got a running start you may be able to hop over a small wall.

There wasn’t much more time you could spend in the streets until kingsguard finally made their way to the docks before you did, and there was too long of a stretch between the entrance and inside the ship to go unseen if they were already there. Slowly pulling the robe off, it left you hopefully able to run a bit faster, but you risked being seen by the men now standing in the area asking if someone matching your general description has been around. You needed them to think you were still hiding in the area not making a break for the sea.

But, as it turns out, just maybe Varys hadn’t lied about helping you escape. A small child, dirty and unkempt had been sitting near where you were crouched, searching for valuables in the crates. As you glanced at him, he looked up at you. Your head tilted to the side, eyes widened in warning as you slowly brought a finger up to your lips.

The child though, narrowed his eyes at you in thought, before getting up. The child was so small that even fully on his two feet he barley reached the top of your head lower to the ground. Pulling something out of the pocket of his pants, he handed you a small roll of parchment.

He watched you look at it long enough to see the wax holding it sealed. Red wax, with a three headed dragon in the middle of it. Red wax as its background not black. The metal. It was the same as the metal Varys had slipped you.

You shot your head up to look shocked at the child, who just nodded yes. Copying you he put a finger up to his lips before nodding over to the opening of the alley. As you both approached, the kid made a dash. Knocking himself into the Kingsguard, and grabbing a pouch no doubt filled with gold. The running off in the opposite direction towards the city centre. Both men shouted at him and took off to catch what they assumed was just a terrible desperate little thief.

That sneaky bald headed spider. Truly was always watching.

So you took off running once more. It was easy from there. The poorer the area you passed the less you were to run into someone for you. You skid to a stop, pressing your hands against a wall corner and looked towards the docks.

The ship in question did indeed have crew milling about the area. You glanced to the barley visible entrance where your crimes lay, and to their previous station. You kept your body low, casual as you didn’t look at those you passed. Hoping someone on board did know what you were doing there.

Close in your view now as a man perched right on the edge of the ship over the dock, familiar black curls on his head raised enough to see brown eyes looking at you quickly up and down your person as understanding floated into them.

Moving just enough to meet where you were, you took a step forward as well before distinct questioning voices approached. Both you and the man seeing the golden cloaks you had come to so terribly despise. There was little time for you to think, the man had reached out his arm and pulled you up to the open sides.

It was just enough to give you the space to fling your legs over the side. With little grace you simple let yourself drop, your hands taking the weight of the fall onto your side. The slam still knocked your head against the wooden deck. Sliding one stinging hand to grasp part of your head as your ears rung.

Voices sounding like they were underwater , or you were. There were three and they were all close enough to shake yourself out of how dizzy you felt. Back leaning against the side, kneels pulled up to your chest as you forced slow breaths instead of the frenzied one your pounding heart demanded. One hand had the handle of the dagger with an unnecessarily tight grip.

An accent voice said something that you could really only make words out from the fog inside your head. “Thief” and “flea” something something “took off”.

You’re body finally sunk from its tension as you heard one patronizing voice interrupt the other. “We ask that you report any more incidents from this...thief... at once if any should occur. This is a private matter of the Crown.”

The ringing dimmed to a stop finally. “Whatever his Lordship commands.” Now that was much more patronizing, but it made you smirk. Picturing the guards no doubt leaving with insulted faces.

With a thud, your head tapped against its resting place behind you, eyes shutting as you let all the air out. Hand having yet to let go of the dagger as your curled fingers creaked from the tightness of your grip. It almost felt like a trick, a trap set now ready to sail you off and lock you away for use elsewhere. Nothing about what you had done and seen today felt real.

Opening your eyes as you exhaled audibly once more, you looked up to find the same man, features you now see more clearly as quite Rhoynish. Your steel gaze followed his body squatting down to your level. A soft smile on his face. “Lady Slate. My name is Yandry, Acting Captain of this vessel. I’ve looked forward to your arrival.”

You almost felt frozen, unsure of what you were supposed to do. Your hope went as far as getting to the ship, but your mind was mostly plagued with what if you got caught instead. Preparing as if you wouldn’t possibly get this far.

Yandry seemed to catch on to your hesitation. “You have been through a lot, my lady. But I promise you, you’re safe aboard here.” His gaze looked down to your hand and you lurched your body away from him. Putting his palm out slowly, “No harm will come to you here, I won’t ask for you to give that up. But I will ask that you come with me, get you somewhere less out in the open. At least while we remain in the capitol.”

Finally you nodded. Hand letting go of the dagger, you tell him your name. “No need for formalities. Dead women can’t hold titles afterall.” And finally put your hand in his.

Yandry smiles, “Let’s get you off the floor shall we?” Pulling you up you put a hand bracing on the banister to steady your other half. Walking down the length of the open deck, he introduced names as he passed by, each man polite and welcoming. “We have an unused cabin you can rest in.”

You raised your eyebrows in question. “Ellaria was adamant you be allowed to have your own space if you so choose. Doesn’t want you to feel trapped in with her and Prince Oberyn should you need some privacy.”

You nodded as he slowed his pace slightly, just before steps downwards into the expansive ship. “The Prince, would you-” He looked away and his hand meaningless gestured into the air trying to come up with the right words. “The fight, do you know if he,” trailing himself off as if not wanting to curse the outcome by simply speaking its possibility.

You nodded this time more firmly. Not so much a smile, but a bit more brightness on your face. “He did.” Yandrys shoulders relaxed as you restarted your path, “I’m not sure who’s more angry. Lady Cersei for picking the losing Champion, or Lord Tywin for being outsmarted by him.”

Nudging you in through the hall doors before him, he chuckled. “Pissing off Lannisters isn’t exactly something he is unfamiliar with.”

Leading you into a small cabin, he stood by the door to give you space to investigate. “It’s smaller than Prince Oberyn and Ellaria’s quarters, but it’s comfortable enough.” He watched as your back stayed facing towards him.

Looking around the room, once again. Like it was fake. Or a trick. Like this would wash away and you would be somewhere trapped once more, maybe worse. But you weren’t, at least not now. You spun quickly to face him, “I-” there was too much to ask, and not enough words in your mouth to say them. “Thank you.”

Yandry took the difficulty making eye contact and the whispered thanks as his cue to go. If the Prince had indeed won the trial by combat, then he would be undoubtedly demanding they leave sooner rather then later. “Until we set sail, I suggest trying to stay out of sight on the main deck. Those Kingsguard do like to hover. But anything you need, just find any of us and ask.”

Watching you nod once more, he quietly shut the door behind him. Leaving you in the silence, only the faint sounds of splashing rocks on the shore and loud jabber from the crew muffling into the walls.

Slowly you raised the dagger out of it’s hold, tenderly grasping it in your fingers as you looked at the blade. Blood now dried and stained over the metal, now shot up and splashed in your face once more. This time the blood wasn’t the distant image of a man bleeding out as you ran off on horse. No this time was different.

The blood infecting the water just above a drowning man, the splatter as it fell all over the ground with a single slash. Blood splattering up and spraying through the air as the spear was both plunged and pulled from the Mountains chest. And the blood pouring onto the ground as the Mountain lost consciousness.

But you weren’t a Viper. You weren’t anything anymore. Just a girl who sliced a mans neck open.

Burning your hand you tossed the dagger onto the table in front of you. The clank as it landed and laying unceremoniously amongst the other amenities. It was nothing to the state of this room, but the blood still haunted you.

Your heart pounded harder and harder, strength losing you as you stumbled back into the edge of the bed behind. You didn’t even make it, you just stopped fighting it, and slid onto the ground in front of it. If this were a trap, then you would simply wake back up in it’s nightmare. Maybe you should. Maybe this fantasy was all in your head.

It was hard to tell, you felt a dense fog forming in your head, and before you knew it, the need to sleep begun to pull you under it’s spell you before you could spiral any further. You were exhausted, eyes dipping shut. The faint yelling of Oberyn demanding him to “say her name” “Elia Martell” echoing through your mind. Maybe you imagined that too.

If you did, it didn’t matter. Sleep overtook you before it could linger any longer.

Your dreams were scattered, images of blood taken by your hands morphed into a monstrous void, memory of Oberyn kicking over the Mountain shifted into a nightmare of watching his skull crushed beneath his opponents hands, an echo of Ellaria’s screams before fading once more. The sea of faces and touches of men in brothels seared your skin as the dreams passed you by, watchful eyes and whispers surrounding you. The scene playing in front of you, your father, the bruises, the degradation, the horror, the swords plunging into an empty bed and the spear through your Uncle’s body. You slipped between it all as the voices faded in and out. Some sounded familiar, some sounded even closer then others, but it all swirled around you until you felt like you had fallen backward. Careening into the void once more before the lurch of your heart brought you back.

The cabin. Now splayed out differently then you remembered, you slowly lifted your head to see instead of the floor you fell against, you were laid out gently on the bed, a thin sheet over top you. Sitting up, the sheet pooled in your lap, letting you see your clothes had been changed and the blood and grime on your body cleaned.

The ship seemed to sway with a natural flow as the sound of water muffled through the walls. Slowly you slipped out of the bed and stood up. The room looked about the same, only with some food and water left for you on the table. Throat dry you easily swallowed down the water, but you eyes were not on the food, but of the dagger laid neatly on the table as well. The blood on the dagger now dried, staining the metal with your crime. Alongside it were the only 2 belongings you had now. The small note with the strange wax seal, untouched for you to read still, and the metal sigil. The same crest painted across it, and still leaving you wondering just how little of this world’s plans you may never know.

The note and metal sigil found a place in the neatly cropped pants placed on you in your sleep, but your hands hovered over the dagger. Trembling as you picked it up, the decorative handle shining brightly against the blade covered in filth. The blood in your eyes no longer a reminder of your own loss, but now of your actions.

It was a good few minutes you stood, hands gently holding each end of the blade before you looked up again. There was a slight view of the bright sun against blue water from the small windows looking out, beckoning you to come see it.

Tucking the dagger away on you, you slowly made your way to push open the door. Crew was scattered about doing their duties, some greeting you with a polite hello, others simply nodding before turning their attention back to their duties.

The steps up to the deck felt almost too bright. The sun once so hard to see from the inner depths of the brothels and dim streets now fell unhindered on the deck above. The blue in the sky unobstructed by any cloud, it was by all accounts beautiful. Each step you took up the sunshine seemed to get too bright, like it penetrated right through your eyes and tried to blind you.

The air once you reached the deck was crisp, fresh and clean as the ship sailed on the open water. The sound of the waves filled your ears with a clarity you’ve never before experienced. Trapped within walls and surrounded by woods and forests or dirty streets, the water now sounded so loud. The clean air smelling so different, as if it let you breathe easier.

Crew were more about on the deck, talking and shouting, some of which you recognized but none of these Dornish crew were the ones you wanted to see. Near the back of the ship, you found yourself stepping towards the barrister. Land nowhere near in sight, not a hint of Kings Landing, so why did you not feel better?

Why did you still see the blood? You hadn’t even realized it before it was in your hands once more, but you began to pull the dagger out. Eyes on the vast open water shooting down to the metal. Fingertips just barley holding onto each far end, but the blood staining the blade held firm. It stained the blade dirty, as if mocking you. It screamed at you. You cannot just cleanse your own sins by cleaning it, maybe you shouldn’t. Maybe you deserve the reminder.

You couldn’t be sure how long it was you stood there, blade in your hands and eyes trained on the blood just as much as your mind saw the blood in your memory. The sip of water from earlier had long since left you parched but you felt unable to move. Let your throat ache and burn raw.

Small parts of your brain begged to know where Oberyn and Ellaria were. Maybe they weren’t on this ship, maybe they wanted to travel home away from you, or hadn’t even left Kings Landing, celebrating Oberyns victory over the cruel man with blood on his hands. It was hard to focus on them though, not while you stared at the blade.

Your breathing quickened as you stood for longer, heart pumping blood furiously as your dreams flashed in front of you as real as they felt then. Your eyes stung with unshed tears as your fingers gripped tighter. Were you trembling or was your vision just shaky from tension?

You wanted to drop it, throw it into the sea, break it apart or let it finish your sins by washing you away too, but none of that happened. In fact, the trembling stopped.

A large, warm hand gripped the top of yours on the dagger handle, and a body hovered over you from behind. The hand prying your fingers out of the daggers grasp and it slipped it away from you, tucking it somewhere you couldn’t see.

The hands spun you around to face their owner. Oberyn’s eyes reflected so beautifully in the sunlight, the brown now stark and full of colour like the rest of him. His face watching the tears in your eyes desperate to let go, the shake in your hands tremble in your entire body. One hand tilted your chin up to look him in the eye as your hands tried to find a home on his chest, but the tremble turned to a shake.

The images were too real, and the blood you shed felt too present. All at once you felt yourself falling, onto to be caught in Oberyns arms. Your face now tucked into his chest, protected from the world as his lips found the top of your head, whispers of calm nothings falling onto deaf ears as the tears fell.

It was almost too much. What was done was too much right then, and it all spilt over as you cried into his arms. Mutterings of your name came through the noise, but he demanded nothing.

You don’t know the last time true tears came out like this, and you don’t know how long they fell, but Oberyn stayed firmly with you in his grasp until they had finally stopped. Your watery red eyes looking up into his handsome face as one of your own hands cupped his cheek. And in a chaste kiss, a kiss much more for long lovers then for whores, his lips found yours.

This time as you stood at the ships end, looking out in the water, Oberyns arms were around your front, at least one on you at all times. He had made a quiet request to a passing crewman as his thumbs were stroking away the scattered tears still on your face before you had found yourselves standing as such.

Now one such hand was toying with the shorter strands of hair now sitting loose and free. Chuckling at the odd colour now firmly dyed in it, “Not exactly what I remember your hair looking like all those years ago, but I like this far better then the absurdly long light hair you tried to hide under.”

Your own fingers came to toy with the end of the strands his own held, “I thought I should just wash it out, but I don’t know. The blue could be interesting.”

“Not a very Westerosi colour, that’s for certain.” Both you and Oberyn smiled at the approaching voice. Ellaria was almost more beautiful now then in the drab capitol. Her and Oberyn matched in pastels that let their skin breathe in the open air, and her face lit up just as much as the sun.

Oberyns hands slipped from your body as you and Ellaria fell into each others embrace. Her lips wasting no time finding yours, and you returned just as much. Both of you pulling apart only when your smiles made the kiss impossible to continue.

Her arms around you as you walked back over to Oberyn, him pulling you back into his chest once more as Ellaria hugged into his side, with her touch still on you. “We could pass you off as Tyroshi, a beautiful girl from Tyrosh travelled all the way to Dorne to explore the world and fell in love with more than just the city.”

You could feel Oberyns chest vibrate in chuckles, his own deeper voice much closer to your ear, “Doran and I have discussed a few options, for now though that may not be such a bad idea.” His head tilted so he could lean into Ellaria’s, pressing his lips against her hair. “Keeping your identity to just a few of us, until we figure out the safest way to protect you without having to hide you.”

You sagged slightly in his hold, the very concept loomed over your existence. Ellaria was quick to elaborate though, “Not like that, sweet girl. With us, in Dorne you are free to be yourself, he and Doran just need to make sure you are also safe to those outside of our own borders.”

Doran was the one you had met when you were younger. You remember him being kind and welcoming, but also distant and stoic. In many ways he was a lot like the reputation most Northerners get, quiet and guarded many but he was also warm to those he loves. If he and Oberyn had discussed what to do about telling people your real identity, then he must be willing to welcome you into his home. At least into Dorne.

Your home though, you hadn’t really had one before. Not one that felt like what home is supposed too. “And when I’m in Dorne, where...where am I to stay? Where would I go?”

There was a pause, long enough to get you to turn and look at the pair. Ellaria had a hand on her mouth covering her laughter as she looked at Oberyns offended but confused face. He leaned into you, his eyes narrowing almost playfully. “I’m not sure I made it quite clear little girl, but you,” he yanked you in close by your hips, his nose bumping yours as you fell into his personal space. “Are staying with us, with me and Ellaria. In our home. Your home.” His nose rubbed against yours as his hands now caressed the skin under your shirt just slightly. “I told you, the only thing I wanted from you was you heart. And there's nowhere I’d rather keep that, then with me where it belongs.”

Reaching out blindly you felt Ellaria’s smooth hand find your fingers, and pulled her closer, her hands wrapping around your stomach behind you, and you moved to cup the sides of Oberyns face. “I don’t know what the future holds for me, or what it wants from me, but just promise me I have a place with you at the end of it all.”

Oberyn cupped your face to match, pulling you up to look at his eyes, your name rolling gently off of his tongue. “Your home is with us, no matter what. I promise.”

As his lips found yours, tongue teasing and tracing yours, Ellaria’s hands traced along your torso, her own lips gently pressing against the side of your neck. Your head growing light with the need to breathe, you only could just pull from Oberyns mouth trying to mould yours to stay with his. He leaned in and bit at your bottom lip, tugging at it and watching it bounce back into place as you giggled at his greed.

Dorne would fade into view eventually, as would plans begin to form once more. The world around you three raged regardless of these moments together and it will demand your attention one way or another. The note, the sigil both sat on your person to one day be called upon, but that’s not what mattered now. Not this moment you spent in the arms of two people finally giving you love. For now, your morning was spent looking out into a bright blue water with the sun lighting the sky brighter then you’ve ever known.

Your fate was unknown, but in the arms of Oberyn Martell, you knew he wouldn’t let go of those he loves without a fight.

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