#did they watch her fall. how far did she fall before she disappeared into the void. did they watch her disappear.

[uglyducklingofthe2000s]

I'll Crawl Home To Her - LN

Summary: Lando has been away with for three race weekends in a row (based in 2024, Spain, Austria and Silverstone) but he finally gets a chance to go home to his girlfriend who managed to catch viral tonsillitis and he feels awful for not having been there to take care of her.

Y/n was meant to go to the Spain GP but that was when the symptoms started, and since y/n rarely gets sick. Like maybe once every 4 years, her body is very melodramatic in reaction and practically leaves her feeling like she's dying.

When she told him it was viral tonsillitis and there was no way to treat it but instead just wait it out till the symptoms cleared up on their own. Which could take anywhere from a few days till a couple weeks.

That then turned into her missing Silverstone too.

Max is coming back with them, purely because they've got things to sort out for Quadrant and he just wanted a visit with his friend.

"Y/n?" Lando calls out as he gets home, sighing as he looks around. She definitely has attempted to eat, but nothing much. "Baby?"

There's movement and shuffling before he moves quickly through the apartment finding her walking out their bedroom.

"Oh baby." Lando pouts since she doesn't just look ill, she looks miserable. He moves forward quickly scooping her up and lifting her to latch her legs around him. "Alright, I'm going to take care of you."

"Where's Maxie?" Y/n whispers, her voice and volume clearly compromised.

"Maxie. You two got pet names now?" Lando laughs then carrying her through to the living room where Max. "My girlfriend wants to see you."

"Hey, y/n. How you feeling?" Max grins while she is left on the counter by Lando. "Not great?"

"No." Y/n murmurs while Lando appears with some water for her knowing that the main they is she needs to be hydrated. "Thank you."

"How much have you had to eat?" Lando asks knowing that she can't talk much but he just wants to know how little she's eaten since the evidence of leftovers is there and she's definitely hollowed out a little from lack of eating and probably general exhaustion from being ill.

"A few bites of toast, I had some yoghurt?" Y/n mumbles seeming to think on it while Lando watches her with focused eyes.

Max has actually never seen this side of Lando, he's really just used to Lando fucking around or if he's not in a good mood then Lando would usually just disappear to be on his own.

Lando proceeds to quiz her about her symptoms and then places his thumb on her chin to pull her mouth open gently.

"Do you have a rash in your mouth?"

"Mate did you just google symptoms of viral tonsillitis to look for or something? Leave the poor girl alone, a doctor confirmed it." Max states earning a small glare. "You know maybe I'll just go and stream."

"Yeah, you go do that." Lando grumbles while y/n smiles lightly knowing that this is just Lando's love coming out in a form of protectiveness. He waits till Max is gone before looking at her again and sighing. "Do you just want to cuddle for a bit?"

He knows the answer already.

"Please."

Lando nods smiling sadly at her and picking her up again, managing to pick up the bottle of water too.

"Ok, baby." Lando sighs lying them down on the bed where she does nuzzle down into him. "Let's have a nap together, yeah?"

"Are you sure Max is ok being left on his own?" Y/n mumbles which only earns her a tsk since Lando has plenty of time to spend with Max later right now he just wants her company anyway.

Y/n doesn't really struggle to fall asleep with Lando there. He's without a doubt her comfort person and brings her more comfort than anything else in the world. They'd facetimed while he was away but that doesn't equate to him being there, and him rubbing her back under the light t-shirt she's wearing lets him know she's definitely running a little hotter than usual. Not as far as a fever but she did say that she was feeling hot and the doctor said it's a side effect of the virus.

"Hey, mate. I was going to go out and grab some stuff to drink and eat. You want anything?" Max asks making Lando look up since he'd been scrolling on his phone to pass the time.

"Can you get some more water? And just some snacks. I think I'm going to be here for a while."

-

Lando does eventually get on stream with Max after a couple days, though only on the criteria that y/n is set up in there with them. Which means she's lying on sofa cushions that Lando has put on the floor and made a little more comfy with other pillows and blankets.

It makes sense that she's just been dozing in and out of a sleepy state. He has managed to get her to eat more so she does have more energy and look a little more like death warmed up. But as usual with her body when she falls ill, she's just exhausted.

"The chat wants to know what you're constantly looking at. I mean they're guessing the right thing." Max states while reading the chat who are asking what Lando is looking at then correctly guessing that it's Lando looking at y/n.

"Y/n is on a makeshift bed set up. Just so we can stream and I can keep an eye on her. She's still not very well guys." Lando explains while Max nods alongside him as they read the chat. "No. She doesn't want to come on the stream, she just wants to be close to me and I want to make sure I can grab anything she needs."

"Isn't he adorable? Aww...yeah you guys think it's cute. Try being the third wheel that gets in the way. Lando has never given me so many dirty looks."

Another pause as they read the chat and Lando smirks in victory since they all say he's the cutest for having that behaviour.

"They're saying I'm the new standard." Lando grins turning to Max with a look from from her.

"People want to know what's wrong with her."

"She's got viral tonsillitis guys. She just has to like deal with it but y/n never get sick so she's just really struggling. Her body doesn't know how to cope with her being unwell." Lando explains then sighing as he looks down at his girlfriend who has shifted hearing him talk about her. "Hey, baby. Are you alright down there?"

Y/n nods still preferring not to use her voice as she sniffles sitting up, still out of frame as she reaches for the tissues then wiping at her nose.

"Do you need some more water?" Lando asks softly then reaching down and shaking her bottle. "Yeah, I'll get you more water. Want more ice."

"Yes please."

"You two are causing a riot." Max questions making her look at him while Lando disappears not so much as acknowledging his friend's words. "How you feeling?"

"I've been better." Y/n murmurs wiping at her nose again which is pretty much raw from her constantly trying to handle her running nose. "This is hell."

"You do look pretty rough."

"Leave her alone. She looks perfect." Lando states reappearing which makes y/n and Max exchange a look since she very obviously does not. His then turns back to her and looks at her for a moment then speaking quickly while Max focuses on the stream. "If I run you a bath, do you think you'd want to get in it?"

"Yeah, I should really clean up."

"I'll join you." Lando smiles kissing her forehead.

"Ok." Y/n whispers then sniffling making Lando frown. "I'm sorry."

"Alright. Ok, mate. we'll be back in a bit." Lando states picking her up and sighing softly as he carries her out the room and Max pulls a face to the stream.

"She's really not well guys. I've never seen Lando like this." Max states not being too loud.

"Ok, baby. What's wrong?" Lando asks while y/n tries to blink tears away.

"I just feel like shit and you're taking care of me but you shouldn't have to be." Y/n hiccups while Lando sighs. "And I can't even kiss you."

Lando smiles a little at her final comment before he pulls her closer.

"Alright, baby. You're just frustrated and overwhelmed." Lando soothes gently rubbing her thigh. "I'm going to run the bath, go out and say by to the stream and you are getting every ounce of my attention."

Y/n sniffles nodding a little as she watches him move to run the bath then moving to inform Max of his new plans. When he reappears she smiles sadly as he moves over gently pulling her top up and off of her.

"Alright, gorgeous." Lando smiles before he tries to hide a frown that momentarily appeared. She's still looking a little too small for his liking since he knows this isn't her healthy weight. "You are so beautiful."

Y/n raises her hands, wiping at her eyes again.

"Alright, baby." Lando smiles once the bath is filled. "Gotta get you completely naked."

Y/n sighs standing up and allowing Lando to look at her for a moment before he pushes her shorts down then guiding her to the bath before he strips off and climbs in with her.

"I'm so going to get you sick too." Y/n mumbles looking guilty but Lando only rolls his eyes.

"If you were going to get me sick, I'd be sick by now." Lando states though he really knows that's not entirely true. He just doesn't want her to push him away if when she's feeling like this. He really wants to just keep her close to himself at all times. Regardless of his own health.

Even if he does have a race not this weekend but the next, getting ill is not an option for going into that race.

"I love you so much baby. So so much." Lando smiles while wrapping his arms around her and hugging her tightly.

"I love you too, it sucked not coming to Silverstone...it's the home race."

"There's more home races in my future. Don't worry." Lando smiles while he head drops back on his shoulder. "You're going to be at the next one. I'm going to make sure of it."

"Working magic?"

"I always do." Lando smirks than laughing when she tsks at him knowing he's referring to something no as innocent as she can handle right now. "How are you feeling?"

"I just want to be...better." Y/n grumbles before she frowns. "I do like having you here. It's nice having you here. I really missed you more than anything I hate missing a race, but really I hate not getting to see you more."

"I hate not having you there too baby. I hate not being able to just tuck you away you in my pocket. But I do like coming home to you too. Makes me feel like I got you wifed up."

Y/n snorts then hiccuping as her emotions get the better of her again and she begins to tear up.

"Alright, baby. It's ok."

With anyone else Lando would almost certainly not tolerate so much tears but he knows y/n is crying to be annoying. She's just feeling like shit and there's no fix to it.Eventually the water cools a little and wanting to prevent a potential fever or just making her generally worse. Lando gets them out the bath.

Max has disappeared from the streaming set up as they walk through the apartment and Lando decides to just tuck y/n into bed after sort of getting her dressed before moving to check that his friend isn't mad that he bailed on him.

"Hey, mate. Sorry." Lando sighs earning a smile from his friend.

"Don't worry about it, I'm just glad I'm not as bad a state as y/n. I was going to go out and grab some food for us? Want to text me some food orders from y/n?"

"Yeah, I'll see if I can force a request out of her. She's says it still hurts just swallowing."

"Christ, is that what made the two of you take so long in there? Poor girl can't catch a break with you." Max jokes then being swatched at by his friend. "Alright. Sorry, that was wrong of me."

-

It took till only a couple days before the next race for y/n to feel sure and recovered enough to go with Lando to the Hungary GP.

"You seem very very happy to have your girlfriend. I think I've heard so many thing about people closely following her progress and updates about her tonsillitis. But she must be better. How bad was it?"

"I mean she wasn't eating, could hardly drink. Fever, cough and sneezing a lot."

"Oh poor thing, is that why I'm hearing about you being the best nurse?" The journalist laughs while Lando grins.

"Yeah, I basically saved her life." Lando jokes then spotting her. "I do want to hurry here because she looks like she wants me to go over there."

Lando is given the ok to leave and he rushes over to his girlfriend catching her in a kiss since they did check with the medic who even swabbed her tonsils for tests to make sure she wasn't contagious anymore. She's all clear and Lando has been abusing his privilege of being able to kiss her without a second thought.

"Everyone cares so much more about knowing that you're ok thank actually asking about me and driving." Lando grins though he does actually know for a fact he'd happily talk about this woman any day of the week for hours upon hours and if asked about her in an interview he'll detail everything he can about her and how much he loves her.

"That's because I'm the coolest and luckiest girlfriend in the paddock." Y/n laughs making him pick her up and almost toss her in the air though she manages to catch herself locking her legs around his waist, laughing as he runs to the McLaren unit. "Where are we going?"

"I'm still force feeding you till you're back up to healthy weight." Lando smirks making her roll her eyes since Lando might have to make sure he's never gaining too much weight but he seems to be on a mission to really get her back to her weight before she got sick. "Don't get sassy because I do these things out of love and care for you."

"So bossy." Y/n jokes just to really play into the idea that she's trying to annoy him. "I love you really, even if you are bossy."

#f1 #formula 1 #fanfic #lando norris #lando norris x reader #lando norris imagine #lando norris x y/n #lando x reader #lando #ln4 x reader #lando norris one shot #lando norris fanfic #lando norris fluff #lando norris x you #lando norris fic #ln4 x y/n #ln4 #ln4 imagine #ln4 fic #ln4 fluff #mclaren f1 #mclaren #mclaren racing #ln4 one shot #ln4 x you #ln4 fanfic #lando norris mclaren #mclaren formula 1 #f1 fanfic #f1 x reader

[dcxdpdabbles]

Danny and the Fan Blog part 2

Danny is trying to get a picture from the Gotham Bridge of its sister city, Bludhaven. He has dropped his invisibly, sure that being on the edge of a dangerous out-of-the-way ledge will keep unwanted mugging away.

He had flown down to the bottom metal part of the arch right smack in the middle- still far from the water but lower than where the cars and people were.

He sinks to his knees, hoping the bridge's light can get his shadow against the waves for an epic piece. Danny aims his lens, adjusting the focus again, and then presses the button.

At the exact moment, he does, a boat out rushes from underneath the arch of the bridge, and a body flings itself off the bridge's edge above him. The person twists masterfully midair, landing on the boat's deck with a soft thump and not a wasted movement.

Danny's mouth drops open, watching the boot disappear into the horizon before scrambling to see the photo.

It's gorgeous.

The water is highlighted by the golden glow of the street lanterns, and they bounce off the sleek black boat, with the skyscrapers of Bludhaven painting the perfect drop back. But what ties the picture together is Red Robin mid-fall, half twisted and arms above his head that its hard to tell if hes a fallen angel or a rising one.

He's got a half smile on his face, black hair blowing in the wind and Danny breath catches.

It's the best picture he's ever taken.

He stares at the screen of his camera, wondering how he could have been so lucky to have captured the perfect moment. Danny won't even have to do too much editing. It's ready to be posted right now.

He was so excited to share it that Danny abandoned his place, turning invisible and flying back to his apartment. He arrives to find Jazz working on her homework on the kitchen table, but her hand rests on a ghost gun until he drops his powers and becomes invisible.

Her face lights up at once, and her hand lifts from her weapon. "Danny! How was the photos tonight?"

"Only got one." He admits, sprinting forward to show her, "But look at which one!"

He brings up the image from the memory card, displaying it proudly. Jazz mouth slacks. "Woah, Danny, that's amazing! He looks so good in it! How on earth did you manage to get this?"

"Luck, really." He grins, reaching for a plate with apple slices and peanut butter that Jazz likely set out for him. It is his favorite snake.. "I was at the right place at the right time."

"And where exactly was this place?" He winces at the tone, he knows she doesn't like him taking too many risks, but it's not like he's in any real danger. Even the Meta collars that canceled people's powers would never work on him. Danny is a ghost, and no one has the technology for that unless someone finally starts taking his parents seriously.

Vlad has been fine since Jazz convinced him to see a therapist. He is currently in the ghost zone at some mental hospital retreat that has been doing wonders for him. They visit whenever chance they get.

"I may have been under the Gotham Bridge."

"Trigate Bridge or Brown Bridge?"

"There is more then one bridge?"

"Danny," Jazz sighs. "There are four bridges."

Danny shrugs, taking a bit from his snack, and starts his laptop. He's sending the photo onto his blog from his camera, watching the photo download with anticipation. "I don't know Jazz. I ignore stuff like that."

"Well, maybe you should. You have yet to learn how important it is to pay attention to the things around you in this city. Danger is around every corner. Just this afternoon, someone tried to steal my phone!"

Danny's head jerks up. "They what?"

"I know! I was just minding my business reading a fascinating article on child development in the tablet era when some thug walked right up to me with a gun. I would have handled it trust me, his stance was pathetic at best, but Red Hood came to my rescue." Here Jazz's face reddness and Danny has a moment to wonder if he could take Red Hood in a fight. Maybe. He's sure he would win but it would be a close call.

He would do it, too, anything to keep no good punks away from his sister.

Jazz sees the face his making and rolls her eyes. "What? I'm allowed to drool over boys every once in a while. Just like you do."

"I do not droll!" Danny shouts offended.

Jazz gestures to the laptop screen, uploading the photo onto his blog. "Sure. And you just happen to stare at Red Robin's photos for the artistic application."

"I-I do! I took them!" Danny shutters, watching his sister's face break into a teasing smile. He feels his own lips pull upwards against his will and suddenly, they are laughing. It's strange, how at ease they both feel here.

They were never this carefree back at their parent's home. The realization makes Danny feel slightly guilty for noticing- because it wasn't like his parents didn't love him- but there was always tension at home. Even before the accident, he knows now that it wasn't healthy.

Jazz must have felt the change too, because before while she was racing towards adulthood- always strung so tight and nervous- she missed out on being a typical teen. Danny never had a chance to sit down with her and gush about boys, nor had she ever prioritized making friends.

Sure, Jazz was pretty, brilliant, and basically the pride of Casper High, but Danny never noticed she had no friends. She never hung out with people at the mall, she never got invited to go out, and she never texted funny memes to others back home.

In Amity, people knew of and respected her, but no one was close to Jazz. Maybe that's why she got so excited to be part of Team Phantom when she first found out.

Jazz Fenton may have been the intelligent sibling, but Danny Fenton was the social one, leaving her feeling crippling lonely while he had his two best friends.

He knows that now.

"Speaking about drolling over boys- how's Jason?" Danny teases just as Jazz's phone buzzes with a new message. The notification displays Jason's shy smile before Jazz yanks it protectively close to her face.

Jason Peter is someone Danny can approve of instead of that thug Red Hood. Jason and Jazz met at one of their classes at the beginning of the semester when Jazz was still unused to the city. She always went to class ten minutes before it started and read to pass the time instead of speaking to her college mates.

She had been reading Pride and Prejudice- one of the fancy covers kind Vlad had gotten her- and Jason had practically teleported to her table gushing about the artwork. Then, when he sat down, the two broke into a healthy debate about the characters.

Jazz admitted to him later that she was surprised by a man in a leather jacket with a white streak in his hair and multiple piercings in his ear having such in-depth character analysis of her beloved novel.

They've been hanging out ever since.

"He is fine, thank you." She huffs, typing a response to the text. Danny places his chin on his hand, smiling as her eyes soften. "He asked me to see a play this Friday. Or, well, he said he was going to one and wanted to know if I wanted to come along."

Danny perks up. "Like a date?"

"I don't know. Maybe?" Jazz nervously plays with her hair. "He made it sound like we were just hanging out. Do you think he meant it like a date?"

"It could be either way if he didn't clarify," Danny admits, then smiles to settle her sudden anxiety. She always doubted herself about spending time with people outside the family or Team Phantom. Doubts that were the result of her upbringing. "But why don't we go shopping tomorrow? Get you a nice dress, and I'll do your make-up. Once we're done, he'll wish it was a date!"

Jazz's smile may be wobbly, but it was there, and it was real. They chat more about the play and what she should wear. Danny forgoes any black, claiming it's too fancy for a first date, and trades ideas for her outfit.

Neither notices that the photo has finished uploading or that people are already commenting and losing their minds.

Nor did they notice a particular hacker with the handle- Oracle- attempting to break into his computer only to be booted out by Technus' system. It flings Oracle to the closest computer system that is close to his.

Somewhere deep underground under a particular mansion. Oracle panics, thinking that Phantom piggyback rides her signal to the cave and quickly shuts everything down. She bites her lip before picking up her personal phone and calling Bruce.

"We have a problem."

Else where Tim is helping Dick with an out-of-control gang. He isn't aware that a photo of him has just circulated through Gotham nor of the sudden new simps awaiting him.

(Lady Gotham laughs)

#dcxdpdabbles #dc x dp crossover #Danny and The Fan Blog #Part 2 #Dead tired #anger management #Danny is unware of anything always #Also he scared Babs into thinking he knows about the cave #He's just vibing with sister #Jason is unaware the pretty red head is part of the Blog

[thekitsunesiren]

Dc x Dp Prompt #31

This is inspired by the various fics & prompts about twins Damian and Danny being separated one way or another, and Damian finding out that Danny was alive this entire time. But think about it this way: what if Damian knew where Danny was this entire time and vice versa?

Because let's think about it:

Danyal and Damian were raised together by the League ever since they were born. Damian was raised to be the future head of the League while Danyal was raised to be his shadow: ever following and watching out for what could possibly be out to attack the future head of the LEague of Assassins.

Truly Danyal didn't have much to call his own. His thought and actions were all surrounding his brother and ensuring that he was old enough to take the mantle of their grandfather. The only thing he could proudly say that he knew about himself was how often he liked to gaze at the stars whenever he had the chance.

Cut to when Talia removes the twins from their grandfathers hold and is telling them about their father. Bruce Wayne: A multi-billionaire and was supposedly unaware of their existence. Because of course he was.

While Damian argued with their mother of leaving them to an unknown man that didn't know about them, Danyal spoke up with own thoughts.

"Damian should go on his own."

The statement shocked both his brother and mother as they stared at him with evident shock at the thought.

Damian called him crazy for suggesting such a thing. That as brothers they would surely show their father how superior they were as their blood sons. But Danyal didn't budge.

Danyal was determined for his brother to go on his own, because from the sound of their father, that life didn't sound like one he could deal with. Being in a large mansion, surrounded by all the needless things. And with their fathers fame, they were bound to be in the limelight one way or another. No. That didn't sound like the life he wanted. But he knew that Damian would fit in such a position.

He tried to convince him that it would be for the best. That he would be better fitting for being Bruce's son while Danyal should go somewhere else. Someplace that wasn't in the limelight of their father. Damian argued that the attention was their birthright while Danyal said that the both of them being there would put an obvious target on their backs, despite their training.

The argument went on for what seemed like hours before it was stopped by Talia. And she agreed that Danyal needed to leave. The decision surprised both brothers. Danyal because she was sure she would have agreed with Damian, and Damian because he was betrayed that their own mother thought that the two was separated.

While relieved that his mother believed that the two separating was a good idea, Danyal noticed that Damian looked truly broken over the idea. And while he did feel a tiny amount of guilt that he was the one separating them, he knew that he needed to do this. To find out his own person.

The twins said their goodbyes to one another. Damian turning to leave before Danyal stepped forward and briefly hugged his brother. With a brief promise that he'll see him again, Danyal pulled away and quickly disappeared into the night, leaving Damian to be guided away by their mother.

That was the last time the two saw each other. In person that is. Damian on his way to meet his birth father. And Danny was going off to find some place to call home. He didn't know how far he traveled but he remembered falling asleep in what he thought was a secluded place to be woken up by a child. A small redhead with blue eyes that seemed to gleam in the light, behind her was a taller male with black hair and a woman who looked like an older version of the child. They were the Fentons. And they were Danyal's new adoptive family. Time Skip for a bit to see how the boys adapted to their families.

Danyal, now named Danny, had taken the Fentons like a duck to water. Thankfully they weren't a normal family, so it wasn't hard to act dumb when they caught him doing strange things.

He lied to the Fentons and said that he was a foster child that escaped a bad family, whose names and faces he seemed to forget after his long time of being on his own.

Jack and Maddie, or mom and dad they insisted he call them, took them in without a second doubt. It was hardly a week before he was adopted and named Danny Fenton: the youngest child of the Fenton family.

His adoptive parents were something called ecto-biologists. They believed in ghosts and were working tirelessly in order to prove that they exist with their inventions.

He would admit that they were a bit negligent with the needs of their children, but that was fine with him. He had plenty of time to explore the small town that they called home and even make some friends on his own. And having a sister like Jazz was a total plus as well.

Of course, his sister made up for the attention their parents didn't give. It was annoying at first, but Danny found that he....liked the attention his sister gave him. The sudden closeness that he had with his new sister was something he wished he had with Damian back when they were in the league.

A bit of time passed and he managed to make a two friends with the kids of Amity Park. A Samantha Manson and Tucker Foley. The three of them becoming a thick as thieves in record time.

Time passed and Danny became accustomed with his new life. Though, there were times where he would sneak off and do a small bit of training back when he was in the league. But the more he got comfortable with his new life, the less that happened.

He also looked up the Wayne family for any news about Damian when no one was around. When his twin made his first debut to the public, Danny almost laughed himself to death at the sour expression he wore in the photo.

But then, the accident happened.

Danny had gotten so comfortable living with the Fentons that he partially forgot how dangerous their inventions could be, even when they didn't work how they supposed to. So when he went to go turn on the portal in the basement, he wasn't prepared for what came after.

Pain. Pure pain that coursed through his body like nothing he's felt before. Worse than any injuries he's earned. Worse than any punishments he's been dealt by his grandfather. It felt like he was truly dying.

And upon opening his eyes, he found out he did. Because standing over him with horrified expressions were Sam and tucker. Looking at him as if he shouldn't be alive.

Glowing green eyes and hair as white as snow greeted Danny when he found a mirror, and he knew just how badly his decision was.

That was when Danny officially became Phantom, and that lead to him slowly losing his mind.

Sam and Tucker helped out with ghosts whenever they could. And when Jazz found out, she helped him out with hiding it from their parents and patching up any wounds he had. But that wasn't enough to keep the stress of making sure both this world and the Ghost Zone from collapsing. From either the wrongdoings of his parents or the GIW.

He hadn't really thought of it before, but what if he had stayed with his brother and went to stay with their birth father?

Would he be alright with twins instead of the one? If he left now, as a halfa, would he still be accepting? Would Damian be accepting of what he become?

No. Probably not. So for now, he kept the deep thoughts that told him to run and find his brother in the back of his head

Damian on the other hand, was slowly coming to terms with everything.

Upon arrival to Wayne manor, he introduced himself to both his father and the family butler when he answered the door. During the obvious shock between the two, wondering how they would've reacted if he had arrived with Danyal at his side.

When on his way to his fathers' home, Damian came up with the decision of keeping Danyal's existence a secret for the time being, or whenever his brother decided to come to their real home. While he was upset that his father had already adopted several children prior to his arrival, he knew that he would soon win over his father in showing him just how much better a son he was in comparison to the others. Whatever it takes.

Of course, he's thrown off with how friendly the others seem, especially the oldest. He wants Damian to call him Dick but he would never stoop so low to say such a name.

But all of that kindness didn't matter to him because no matter how kind they acted, they weren't his real brother. And Damian made sure to treat them as such.

And in return, they treated him the same. Well, most of them anyway. Richard was always energetic and trying to bring the family together. His jokes often reminded him of Danyal and Damian would upset himself thinking how well the two would get along together. Making puns and laughing the night away.

When he became Robin, he was monitored for a while, but that didn't bother him. No, what bothered him was the lack of a familiar person on his right side as he stood at his spot on the left. He and Danyal made an excellent team in terms of combat, both in training and off the field. But now, it felt odd doing this without him.

Some nights, he would look at the night sky and try to find the constellations Danyal told him about, wondering if his brother were looking at the exact constellation.

Over the years, the brothers grow and adapt in their own way. With secrets hidden from both of their families of who they were. And secrets hidden from each other.

Danny knew where Damian lived, and he took advantage of it. The League taught them ways of how to send messages and how to make sure they weren't caught. And once he settled in, he began to send his messages. They were short and to the point. Giving small details about the family that adopted him and word to his brother about what he's been doing. About learning new hobbies, the friends he made, and anything else he could think of. He would even give messages of when he saw certain things about the Wayne family on the news, constantly teasing him about having to deal with more than one brother now, especially with some of the headlines talking about some of the mischief they got into.

Damian enjoyed each and every letter. Even though he knew he could not send a proper reply, it still felt that he was with his brother in some aspect. And from the sounds of it, he was adjusting better to a civilian life than he was. Especially with how fondly he spoke of his friends and newfound family members. He made sure to hide the letters in a secure place in his room, so that Alfred or any of his snooping siblings would find it if they went looking through his room.

But as time passed, the letters became less and less. And by the time they were fourteen, Damian was lucky if he even got a letter once a month. He began to fear that something had happened to his brother to make him stop writing altogether. Like something happened with his adopted family or worse: he forgot his twin.

Still, it had been years since the two had been separated, and while Damian had been worried about what happened to his brother, bringing it up now would cause more curiosity and suspicion. Even living in Wayne Manor and working to make himself more trustworthy, he knew that someone of them still didn't trust him fully. Not yet.

So for now, he waited. Wondering what could've happened to his brother that made him stop writing so suddenly.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"This..couldn't be right." Tim thought as he stared at the Batcomputer in pure confusion and disbelief. "It has to be glitch."

No matter how many times he went through the computer, trying to retype or recalibrate the information given to try and create a new result, it was always the same.

Right there. On the screen, was a teen who looked almost-no exactly like Damian. The only difference was the piercing blue eyes in comparison to Damian's bright green.

The name of the supposed clone was named Daniel Fenton. But his name goes by Danny. He was adopted into the Fenton Family a few years back with no prior notice of where he could've possibly came from. Any other background research for any possible foster homes or orphanages came up blank with both the name and image came up with zero results. That could only mean one thing.

But what would a clone from the League of Assassins be doing all of the way in the midwest? It just didn't add up.

And besides, if Tim found out about him, it wouldn't be long before the others found out. And who knows how Damian would react at the truth of a possible clone. Before he could think about his next plan of action, the sound of a door leading to the batcave opening and the sound of multiple yet silent footsteps rang in Tim's ears. Panic filled him as he worked quick to try and hide his findings from whoever entered the cave. Knowing that if one bat knew, it wouldn't be long before the entire family knew. "Hey Tim! What are you working on? You haven't been on it all night, have you?" The familiar voice of his older brother and mother hen, Dick.

A familiar tsk was also heard, causing Tim's panic to spike as he worked to try to quickly hide the files on the large screen before him.

"Of course not, Richard. Drake becomes addicted to his technology whenever he is on a case, even more so than he usually-"

Silence followed the no doubt berating statement, but the suddenness of it told Tim that Damian was currently looking at the clone on the screen.

"Tim. Who is that?" Dick asked tentatively, and Tim finally turned to see the reactions.

Dick was staring at the photo on the computer with obvious shock, curiosity, and caution. Caution that was directed towards Damian as the older male glanced towards him to see his reaction would be.

But instead of the sudden angry tirade that would come from Damian, Tim saw Damian staring at the screen....fondly? That couldn't be right.

But no, it was. While there was surprise and shock at the sight of the photo, Damian's demeanor instantly relaxed as his eyes flashed with recognition and them relief.

"So he's alive." Damian breathed out in relief, shocking the Tim and Dick with the sentence. He knew this kid? Was he not a clone and perhaps another assassin that escaped the league?

"Do you know him, Damian? Is he a clone or something we need to watch out for?" Dick asked, taking a small step closer to him to stop him from any possible outburst that has yet to come.

"There's no need. He was apart of the league, but he isn't a clone," Damian said, the corners of his lips turning upwards in what many viewed as his smile. "He's my twin brother."

That admission had Tim and Dick stare Damian with wide eyes. Even as he sat at the control station, Tim still felt as if his knees were going to give out.

A twin. Damian had a twin brother that they didn't even know about. That Damian didn't even mention.

"What the fuck?"

(That is all, and I would also like to announce that I've started writing commissions. So feel free to look at it here.)

#danny phantom #dc x dp #dp x dc crossover #dcxdp #dp x dc #dp crossover #dp x dc prompt #dpxdc #Again #in my drafts for MONTHS

[eratosmusings]

Loyalty (I)

Daemon Targaryen x Hightower!reader

summary: the king decides it's time for his brother to produce more targaryen heirs. who better than another hightower daughter to carry them?

warnings: adults only, all characters over 18, dubcon smut in later chapters, arranged marriage, abortion allusion (moon tea), coercion, terrible parenting

word count: 2.3k

dividers

“I won’t allow it.”

“You won’t allow it?” Viserys asks with an air of frigid humor. “Who are you to deny your king what he has commanded?”

Otto seethes, decades of practiced court manners faltering under the demand. “Forgive me, Your Grace, but she is my daughter. I will not have her married off to a man whose love of violence and debauchery trails him like a shadow. She is a pious child. To marry her to Daemon is—“

“A blessing. She will marry a prince and a valiant knight.”

The other men at the table are silent. They'd expected talks of reinforcing the kingdom's claim on the Stepstones or of quelling rumors that had cropped up of Daemon corrupting his young niece in a brothel a year prior. The king commanding a marriage between Otto Hightower's youngest daughter—his only child from a tragically short second marriage—is an unpleasant surprise.

"He is already married."

Viserys gives a taut smile. "Daemon's marriage to Lady Royce has been annulled. By royal decree and with the blessing of the High Septon. It is in the best interest of Westeros that the Targaryen line remains vast and strong and it has been decided your daughter will do what Lady Royce did not."

Otto's face falls in disbelief. He's heard nothing of it. This had been set up to corner him. "She is a child."

"She is nearly four years older than Alicent was when we wed. The queen has proven your daughters are strong vessels for Targaryen children."

"It is different. She is different. She is not as strong as Alicent."

The king shakes his head. "I will hear no more discussion of this. She will wed Daemon and this feud between the two of you shall end once and for all.”

Alicent’s touch is feather-light as she takes hold of your hands. Her eyes wander across your form, taking in the exquisite ivory gown. Its crimson embroidered dragon along the skirt a special request from your soon-to-be husband. “You look beautiful, sister.”

You can say nothing to your half-sister, barely able to retain the tears brimming in silence. A fortnight was all you’d been given to prepare to wed the vilest creature in Westeros. Daemon Targaryen was all you could have ever hoped against in a husband.

Your father stands tall behind Alicent, head held high. "The image of the Maiden herself."

A choked sob escapes you at his words. This marriage was punishment by the Seven for every sin you'd ever committed. For the impure thoughts you'd had of knights. The white lies you'd spoken to save yourself the wrath of Septa Agerrea. The gambling you'd participated in when you’d bet your favorite embroidery needle in a game of cards with Lysa Tyrell. Had you only followed the Faith more faithfully, this torture would not be yours to endure.

“I believe it is time to take your place with the king, Your Grace,” your father says.

Alicent hesitates with glossy eyes. She draws you into a tight hug and whispers an apology and how much she loves you. You have the faintest memory of her wedding to the king a few years before. The happy sister who’d spent hours braiding your hair when the handmaidens failed to do it properly disappeared into a hardened queen round with child seemingly overnight. The smiles and giggles you’d shared daily turned to fond, distant memories. She withdraws a moment later, wiping at her face.

When the door shuts your father moves behind you. You watch in the ornate mirror as he drapes the green maidencloak of House Hightower across your shoulders. The new burden's weight feels uncomfortable.

He returns to stand before you, his expression sorrowful. "I am sorry, my sweet child, for this atrocity. You deserve far better.”

“I could have saved myself this fate had I been less worldly and become a Septa.” Your palm wipes at the tear that had fallen.

He cups your cheek. “Perhaps. But we cannot lament on what we could have done. Indeed we must focus instead on your duty to the realm.”

“To be a good wife,” you state. It was what he had raised you to be.

“No, sweet child,” he says softly, “I fear that I must ask something far more difficult of you. For your duty to the realm must supplant your duty in marriage.”

The wedding takes place in a haze. You tremble, stumble over words, and can not meet the eyes of your now husband nor the Septon. Soon you would betray them both.

For the good of the realm.

You do not eat or drink through the feast. You barely speak. You think you might have danced, though all you remember of it is a blurring background and an embroidered dragon that matches your own. It had stared at you accusingly.

“Shall I call for the bedding ceremony to begin, brother?” the king slurs loudly. If there had been anything in your stomach, it surely would have come out now. It was one vile thought to have him touch you. But to have other men undress you as well?

Your hand is pulled from your lap, enclosed in another twice its size, callous and rough against your skin. For the first time that day you look at your husband. You’d never seen him this close. The lavender gaze cannot have been of this world. It’s too vibrant, too knowing. “Too many of the men here have wandering hands. I’d hate to spill blood on such a blessed day.” His lips brush against your hand. “My sweet wife should not have to endure such tragedy.”

The king responds dismissively. Something of disappointing guests, but to do as he pleases. Daemon takes it as a dismissal and pulls you from your seat. The last thing you hear is the call from many about bloody sheets.

Perhaps the Mother has decided to take mercy on you. For you cannot breathe as the doors to the prince’s chambers close behind you. Death can take you before he can.

He stands in front of the fire, pouring some drink into a goblet. The flickering orange light suits him. Like he was born for flames. “You must relax. There is nothing for you to fear from me.” A lie. There was much to fear from him.

A booming knock echoes through the room.

“Enter.”

Two servants carrying trays of bread and fruit enter. Then they are gone just as swiftly. The door closes once more.

“You must eat,” he says, taking your hand once more and leading you to a small table. You sit and a piece of bread is offered. You take it and, after an expectant nod, take a bite. It’s still warm and soft. You take another bite. And another.

It’s gone quickly. Too quickly for a lady. A bowl of berries clatters softly in front of you. You pick at it slower, though not as slowly as you’d like. They are sweet. Perfectly ripe.

“Would you like some wine?”

Despite the juice of berries coating your tongue, your mouth is dry as you speak for the first time since you’d said your vows. “Yes, please.”

“So well mannered.” A smug smile spreads across his face as he raises his goblet and sips. He reaches over and sets it down beside the half-empty bowl. “I forgot to have them retrieve another cup.”

The crimson red liquid ripples. A challenge.

“You are very gracious, my Prince. Thank you.” You lift it by the stem and drink. It was stronger than you’ve ever had before. The taste takes you aback, coughing as it soaks your tongue. Hastily you set the cup back down.

"I take it you don't often indulge in Dornish Reds."

"No, never."

His head cocks to the side appraisingly. "I suppose such a thing has never been offered to you before. Not within the confines of your father's authority. He has given you a rather sheltered life."

A prickly heat seeps up your neck. "My father did not confine or shelter me. He has only ever guided me to live as virtuously as the Seven wished for all their children to live.”

“How very kind of him to not let you endure the same vices as himself.”

You blink, his words sinking in. The implication that your father is a drunkard stings. He isn't, but you don’t fight his accusation. Selfishly, you do not wish to defend your father. Instead, you pluck a berry from the bowl, hoping to end the conversation entirely.

"Are the berries quite good?"

You nod, not wanting to speak again.

"Might I have one?" When you go to pick up the bowl, he stops you. "Pick me out the best one."

The best one? The bowl is still half full. Which berry was the best? Would he be disappointed if you picked one he did not like? Or one that was not ripe enough? Not sweet enough? What would he do to you if he disliked the one you chose?

It was the largest blackberry that you finally settle on, prepared to hear how terrible the choice had been as you hold it out to him. He doesn't simply take it. He leans over the table, taking the berry and your fingers into his mouth.

The act is heinously intimate. It leaves you frozen and breathless as he pulls away, his eyes alight in devious amusement. "I'm not sure which taste I prefer. The berry's or your's."

Fire spreads across your cheeks. You flinch away, embarrassed. In the escape effort your arm knocks against the goblet. To your horror, it clatters against the table. The liquid sloshes across your front, staining the white gown.

The crimson seems to seep from your womb, condemning you for something you had yet to do. You paw at the stain as the chair clatters on the ground from the force with which you'd stood.

Tears brim in your eyes as it continues to spread.

“There's no need to fret. It is only wine.”

“I have desecrated it.” The tears have not stopped falling and your hands have not stopped scrubbing at it with your fingers. “The stain will never come out.”

“It is only a dress.” He cups your face, encouraging you to meet his gaze. It searches for some understanding.

He would never understand.

“I am so sorry, my Prince.”

He shushes you softly and places a kiss against your forehead. This was the monster? The vile, unholy beast whose every action was an affront to the Seven? This man who had shown you nothing but kindness?

You cry harder.

He is not the monster.

You are.

You aren’t sure how long you cry. But he holds you through it all. He speaks little more than a few consoling phrases, but it is more than you deserve. His presence, arms around you, kisses on your hair. All of it more than you deserve.

You’re finally calm, only left with sniffles, when he says, “We should get the dress to the washwomen before the stain sets.” What good would it do? The stain can never be removed from your soul. Still you agree and turn for him.

His fingers are swift as they loosen the strings of your bodice. Practiced. He is practiced. Behind closed doors you assume, but there were numerous tales of his public debauchery. It has been gossiped that he prefers the thrill of open affairs and touches of multiple women.

“Why did you refuse the bedding ceremony?”

He pauses. “Did you wish to have one?”

“No,” you say quickly. “But given your…tendencies I…I thought…” A quiet hum has your words trailing off.

His work continues, though slower. “You are not a whore in a brothel.”

“Neither is your niece and yet...”

Air blows across your neck as he chuckles. “Has my pious little wife been gossiping about the chastity of the Crowned Princess?”

Your lungs seize at the realization of what you’d just said. It’s treason. Questioning her virtue is treason.

“Relax, jaesa.” His hands slip between the shoulders of your shift and the loose gown, pushing the sleeves down your arms. “I took you under my protection today. You may speak freely to me.”

“I,” you hesitate, freeing your hands of the garment, “I had heard that a year ago you snuck the princess from the castle and—“

He bunches the fabric at your waist and tugs. “Had my way with her in some brothel?”

“Yes.”

The gown struggles for a moment, snagging on the curve of your behind. Another tug and it is a pile around your feet. “My niece wished to see King’s Landing. I showed her and returned her to the castle, still a fair maiden like yourself.”

“Of course.”

“You doubt me?”

“No, my Prince.”

"It would do a great disservice to our union to begin it with lies." He prompts you to turn and hesitantly you do. He is shorter than your father, yet his presence is as commanding. More so. It makes you aware of how thin the fabrics of your shifts were when his gaze drifts down. "My niece's heart belongs elsewhere. As do my desires."

His touch is gentle as he cups your cheek, but the feeling's it stirred are rough and uncertain. Bordering on traitorous.

“Shall I call a servant to fetch the dress?” The words waver. You wonder if they’re comprehensible at all.

They are, it seems as he rejects the offer and slips out the door himself with the dress. The reprieve from his watchful, astute eye is welcome. You fall to your knees at the edge of the bed and recite the prayer your father had taught you minutes before you’d been led down the aisle.

Warrior, give me strength for what I must do. It is for the good of the realm.

Mother, forgive me for what I must do. It is for the good of your faithful servants.

Stranger, lead my children to peace. It is for the good of their innocent souls.

a/n: all your thoughts and reblogs are appreciated 🌺

join my taglist

or

be my muse

#daemon targeryen x reader #daemon targaryen x you #daemon targaryen smut #targaryen x reader #hotd x reader #loyalty

[alotofpockets]

Beat of my heart | Reneé Rapp x Reader

Where Reneé falls in love with her drummer and childhood friend.

Reneé Rapp Masterlist | Words: 1k

-----

If there was one take away from the Snow Hard Feelings tour for Alyah so far, it was that Reneé and y/n would make a great couple. She knew about her best friend's crush on you, but now after spending so much time with both you and Reneé, she could see that the feelings were mutual. Yet, neither one of you seemed like you were going to make a move any time soon.

Reneé was one of your childhood friends, you both went into the music industry, and you even wrote some music with her over the years. So, it was a no-brainer that when Reneé went on tour, you'd be her drummer.

Going on tour, and spending so much time with Reneé only made your feelings towards her grow. Exploring the cities in the day, performing in the evening, and travelling at night. You did it all together.

After another successful show you find yourself back in the tour bus with Reneé and Alyah. “Who’s up for another movie night?” Reneé asked, it had become one of her favourite ways to relax after a show. The three of you squeezed into Reneé’s bunk together, and put up a movie on the small screen. You hadn't realised how tired you were until you were about twenty minutes into the movie, and were struggling to keep your eyes open.

Reneé’s heart skipped a beat the moment your head fell against her arm, she tensed for a moment, but relaxed when she saw how peaceful you looked. Alyah watched the moment with a knowing smile. 

Not even ten minutes later, Alyah looked over and saw that Reneé had fallen asleep as well. She snapped a quick picture, before she carefully got out of the bunk and headed to her own.

You wake by the loud sound of the end credits, and are a little disorientated. When you feel someone move besides you, you realise what happened. “Oh sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep on you. I should head to my own bunk.” Your slightly groggy voice melts Reneé's heart. “Oh no baby, you're good. I was pretty comfortable actually. Wanna scoot down and get some more sleep?” You're too tired to even hesitate about her offer, and scoot down in the bunk bed. Reneé puts the covers over the both of you. 

Reneé laid down beside you. Your heart was beating out of your chest, at how close your faces were together. For a moment, all that the two of you do is stare at each other. You were studying every part of her face, the light freckles on her nose, the way her bangs fell over her face, her slightly parted lips, and her piercing blue eyes looking back at you. “You are so beautiful.” Your words are spoken softly, like they would disappear with the slightest gust of wind. 

Reneé’s smile grows, “Thank you baby, so are you.” She reaches out her hand and starts running her hand through your hair, moving her face a little closer with every movement. Your hand finds her side, where you let it rest. When Reneé didn’t see any form of hesitation from you, she closed the distance between you. Her soft lips were moving in a slow rhythm with yours. 

Kissing Reneé was both the scariest and most comforting thing at the same time. The softness in her eyes when she pulled away from the kiss, nearly melted your heart. “I've been wanting to do that for so long.” The blonde confessed. Your smile grows wide, “Me too.” Reneé lays down on her back, and pulls you into her side. “Come on, let's get some rest. Big day tomorrow.” You hum, and get comfortable. “Goodnight Nae.” The blonde kisses your forehead, “Goodnight baby.” It was a good thing you were already hiding your face into her chest, otherwise she would have seen you turn bright red.

The next morning when Alyah wakes up, the first thing she does is check your bunk, which she finds abandoned just like last night. She gets excited about even the thought of the two of you sleeping in Reneé’s bunk, which would at least mean a step closer to the two of you realising your feelings for each other. When she stepped closer she heard the two of you giggling, and without knowing what happened last night, she just knew that something had.

“Morning yaya.” Reneé greets her best friend as she heads into the seating area of the tour bus. “Oh yeah I bet it is.” With a knowing smirk Alyah looks up at her, finding a blushing Reneé looking back at her. “Spill.” Reneé slid into the seat beside her, “We kissed, and then cuddled, that’s it. It was amazing though, and I was kind of wanting to ask her out for breakfast, but I wanted to pass it by you first, since I don’t want to leave you out.” Alyah laughs, “Are you kidding me? I’ve been pushing you to ask her out for months! Yes, you go, and you go ask her right now.” Alyah was basically pushing Reneé your way in excitement.

“Would you like to go out for breakfast?” Reneé asked shyly. “Only if it’s a date.” You counter, making the blonde’s nerves fade instantly. “Definitely as a date.” Without hesitation, Reneé grabbed your hand and led you out of the tour bus, having arrived in a new city overnight. 

After breakfast you walked around a bit before you had to head back to the venue for sound check. During the sound check you and Reneé were constantly goofing around, much to the enjoyment of Alyah and the rest of the band. Alyah filmed and photographed a lot of the tour, besides the crew who would capture everything in high resolution, the more retro shots that Alyah took were loved by Reneé.

-----

alyahcs just posted to their story

-----

💗 If you enjoyed this fic, please consider liking, commenting, and reblogging! You can also supporting me by leaving a tip 💗

#renee rapp #renee rapp x reader #renee rapp x you #renee rapp x y/n #reneé rapp x reader #alyah chanelle scott #renee rapp imagine #renee rapp fluff

[weasleyreidstyles]

Serendipity

chapter two

summary: it was only meant to be a purely transactional relationship. he would help her strengthen her abilities in return for her getting his friends out of his father's nasty path. he didn't mean to fall for her, but loving her was the easiest thing in his dark world.

no use of y/n, but your general nickname is Meadow. All characters are aged up to be over 18.

pairings: mattheo riddle x fem!ravenclaw reader; platonic!slytherins x fem!reader; platonic!golden trio x fem!reader

warning(s): slight mind manipulation?

series masterlist; previous part; next part

At some point during the feast, you managed to sneak your way onto the Gryffindor table, sliding into the seat beside Ginny, who was sat with Dean Thomas to her other side, who shifted uncomfortably everytime Ron glared at the hand that was grazing his sister's.

"Nice face, Harold." you say sarcastically. "Who healed the break? It looks rushed."

"Thanks Meadow." he snarks before deflating further in his seat as your eyes tracked him for more injuries. "Tonks walked me from the train."

You hummed in acknowledgment before you went over the unhealed scabs and dried patches of blood with wordless spells which always left your friends marvelling at your skill.

"There. Now your face is pretty as ever." you say smirking, patting Harry's cheek which he swats away. "Can't have the 'Chosen One' at his worst now, can we?"

"Piss off." he grumbled but it was only banter between two friends.

"How are you, really, Harry? Where'd you disappear to on the train." you wanted to hear him say it, even if you did trust Theo's word.

"I was right about Malfoy-" he starts before you interrupt him.

"So I've heard. You've taken up stalking as a hobby now, Potter? That's low." you chuckle, which turns into a full on laugh as he glares at you, annoyed.

"He's a Death Eater." he lowers his voice, but his admission sucks the happiness right out of the air. "He was talking about some task that Voldemort has for him."

He pauses as if his mind is trying to catch up with the words tumbling from his mouth, before he looks directly at you, as if he's staring through you.

"You've seen Nott today right? And Parkinson?" you nodded. "What did they talk about? Did Nott talk about his father being caught at the Ministry? Or did-"

You raised a singular brow at your friend as if to say 'are you finished?'.

"Yes I saw them today, in the Prefects' carriage. We just caught up with small talk and some gossip about some Hufflepuff couple. Nothing more." the lie was quickly thought out and also not too far fetched – Pansy had mentioned something about a new couple in passing before you'd parted ways on the train.

"Nothing about tasks or creepy shops?" Ron asked as he shoved a piece of chicken into his mouth. You watched him, discust painting your features.

"Nothing about tasks, and certainly nothing about creepy shops. Please chew with your mouth closed, Ronald. Seriously Harry? Stalking?"

He only shrugged at you before turning to his plate of food. He was clearly put out about something and you would bet all your galleons that it had to do with the couple next to you, who were being nauseating, to put it lightly.

You and Hermione giggled as Ron muttered about his sister and her boyfriend showing any ounce of affection in front of him, sharing a glance as Harry continued to glance at them before looking away, visibly annoyed.

When Dumbledore began to stand in front of the House tables, you slipped back into your seat beside Luna; in the corner of your eye you watched as Theo gave you the subtlest of nods.

"The very best of evenings to you!" Dumbledore announced, smiling broadly, his arms outstretched wide as if he were embracing the whole room. That's when you, and the rest of the Hogwarts student body, noticed that his right hand appeared to have started decaying at a rapid rate.

You made eye contact with Pansy who looked as horrified as everyone else.

What the fuck? She practically screamed into your mind as the sound of people whispering swept through the hall.

Dumbledore merely smiled before he shook the sleeve of his purple and gold cloak over his hand.

"Nothing to worry about," he said airily. "Now...to our new students, welcome, to our old students, welcome back! Another year full of magical education awaits you..."

You drowned out the rest of his speech, like you do every year, instead conversing with Pansy in your head.

It looks like his hand has physically died. You say to her. It's got to be dark magic of some sort.

But what business does Dumbledore have messing with that sort of evil? She sounded as nauseated as you felt just thinking about it.

"We are pleased to welcome a new member of staff this year. Professor Slughorn-" Dumbledore said, prompting the man that you had yet to meet to stand up. "-is a former colleague of mine who has agreed to resume his old post of Potions master."

You swivelled in your seat to find Hermione in the crowds and mouthed 'potions?' to her with confusion written all over your face.

The word echoed all over the Hall as people wondered whether they had heard right.

"But if he's the Potions Professor, then who will be teaching Defence?" Cho spoke from across the table.

"Professor Snape, meanwhile," said Dumbledore, raising voice so that it carried over all the muttering, "will be taking the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher."

Well that answered that question.

"No!" you giggled quietly with Luna as everyone's heads swivelled back and forth between Harry, who had shouted so loudly but didn't seem to care, Snape and Dumbledore.

And suddenly Defence is my least favourite subject. Theo spoke, making you choke on your drink as you laugh.

As if oblivious to the uproar his announcement just caused, Dumbledore waited only a few moments before the hall descended into silence once more, before continuing his long winded speech.

"Now as everyone in this Hall is aware," he pointedly looked anywhere but in the direction of the Slytherin table, "Lord Voldemort and his followers once again walk among us and gain strength and numbers everyday."

Suddenly the heads that were staring in Harry's direction turned pointedly to where Mattheo Riddle and his friends were sitting. Instead of shying away from their gazes, like Pansy and Daphne Greengrass and few others did, he continued to stare ahead at Dumbledore, seemingly unbothered by the attention he was garnering.

The silence seemed to strain painfully as Dumbledore spoke. But you seemed to zone out of what he was saying. Something about the castle's protection wards being fortified and strengthened; extra security; stricter curfew at night, etc. You took in none of it, instead focusing on your friends at the Slytherin table, who grew paler by the second. You'd watch out for them this year, especially Theo. None of them deserved to be put into the position they no doubt would all be in, come Christmas time.

Dumbledore's blue twinkling eyes swept over the students once more. "But now, your beds await, as warm and comfortable as you could possibly wish, and I know that your top priority is to be well-rested for your lessons tomorrow. Let us therefore say good night. Pip pip!"

Your lessons tomorrow.

You wished it was as simple as school work, but you knew it would be anything but.

~∞~

You woke up early the next morning, the anticipation for what the day may bring making your anxiety skyrocket as you got ready to leave for the Great Hall, in which the ceiling sported a brilliantly blue sky, only a few clouds dotting the illusion. You met the Golden trio there, who were busy discussing Harry's theory about Malfoy.

"Well obviously Riddle's already inducted." Ron muttered as you sat down, a speck of blue, in a sea of red. "He is his father's son, after all."

"Still going on your Malfoy-is-a-death eater spiel? The day has hardly begun." you said as you piled scrambled eggs onto a plate, ignoring the pointed look that Professor Mcgonagall gave you as she handed out her House's timetables.

Ron seemed to be getting more agitated by the second as another group of third years on the table beside your's pointed between the four of you and whispered, not so discreetly, about what happened in June.

"It's rude to point." he snapped, sending a glare their way, causing them to turn around, cheeks painted with embarrassment.

"So sixth year looks very bare in comparison to last year, doesn't it." you say, steering Ron's glare from the backs of their heads while you looked over his timetable.

"I love being a sixth year already." Ron said, his mood brightening visibly thanks to your interference. "And we're going to be getting free time this year. Whole periods when we can just sit up in the common room and relax."

"We're going to need that time for studying, Ron!" Hermione berated as you laughed.

"Yeah, but not today," said Ron, "today's going to be a real doss, I reckon."

"I wouldn't speak too soon, Ronald." you say with a smirk as Professor Mcgonagall makes her way over to the four of you. You'd already gotten your timetable the from Professor Flitwick that morning and found out that you were in the same classes as Hermione. You both finished off your plates and left Harry and Ron in favour of getting to Ancient Runes, where Theo and Riddle were waiting for you.

Reaching the classroom, you spotted Theo immediately and went to snag the seat beside him, but Pansy beat you to it with a playful smirk.

"Come and sit by me, Princess." you glared at your two friends as you turned around to find Riddle with his arm stretched over the back of the spare seat of his desk. "I don't bite."

"Somehow I highly doubt that." you mumbled as you searched for Hermione, who had chosen to sit near the front of the room, the seat beside her already taken. Traitor. She only looked at you apologetically before turning around.

You slumped into the seat, pointedly ignoring him as you took out your things. You could hear Theo and Pansy laughing at your expense so you sent a small stinging jinx wandlessly their way, smirking when they yelped in surprise.

"Smart girl." Riddle mumbled to himself, probably not intending for you to hear, but your cheeks flushed all the same.

"So was Theo lying about your disastrous ability to desipher runes, or was that just a way to get me to agree for your...help?" you ask, still choosing to igore him.

"Oh I assure you I'm quite terrible, Princess. Awful. In fact I'm not sure how I got back into this class, if I'm being entirely honest." he said it with a shrug before he smirked at you again. "I'm sure you can help me. You are top of the class, after all."

"Actually Mione was top of the class at the end of last year. Why not ask her?" you ask, glancing at him through the corner of your eye. He had turned to look directly at you, but his hand was still on the back of your chair.

You try, and fail, to push it off, sneering at the muscular appendage in offence. Damn him and his strong, quidditch arms.

"Theodore doesn't trust Granger, he trusts you. Therefore, I'm putting my trust into your...abilities to help me out."

Lovely. His words carried a double meaning. You were really considering hexing Theo and Pansy again for putting you in this situation.

His huff of laughter along with the burning pinch at the base of your skull were the only indications that he'd heard your thoughts.

After Defence, wait for me so that we can discuss the nature of your lessons and my apparent tutlage.

You ignored him for the rest of the lesson, but wordlessly agreed, nonetheless.

~∞~

You were complaining to Hermione the whole walk to the Defence classroom, and while she was amused, there was underlying worry in her responses.

"So he wants you to tutor him?" she asks curiously.

"Not a clue why." you say flipantly. "If I was him I'd much rather you taught me."

"Well I am a muggleborn, for starters." she says self-depricatingly and continues speaking, not allowing you to rebute her statement. "And you're still at the top of the class. Christ, you can do most spells non-verbally and wandlessly, far better than I can. I think I'd rather you than me, too. No offence."

You only smiled sarcastically at her. "I don't think anyone would willingly tutor him. Perhaps I should bargain a favour with him instead."

You left out the part where he was already fulfilling a kind of favour, for Theodore and Pansy, no less.

"One class in and my shoulders already ache." you whine as you rolled your shoulder to ease the pain that your heavy bag was causing. Harry and Ron met you outside the classroom a moment later, staring, horrified, at Hermione's armful of heavy books.

"We've gotten so much homework for Runes already." she said anxiously. "A fifteen-inch essay, two translations and we've got to read these by Wednesday!"

"Now I see why we have so many frees this year." you grumble.

"Shame," Ron said with a yawn, before smirking at the two of you.

"Just you wait," she said resentfully. "I bet Snape gives us loads."

The classroom door opened as she spoke and Snape stepped into the corridor, his sallow face framed as ever by two curtains of greasy black hair. Silence fell over the queue immediately.

"Inside," he said.

The Defence classroom was gloomier than ever, but thankfully it was no longer sickeningly pink and filled to the brim with plates of cat photos. The dark curtains were drawn across the windows and the only light came from the numerous candles that dotted the room, insighting a headache when you tried to read the blackboard. Snape's personality appeared to shine all over the room, from the odd portraits to the weird contraptions that littered the space.

"I have not asked you to take out your books," said Snape, closing the door and moving to face the class from behind his desk; Hermione hastily dropped her copy of Confronting the Faceless back into her bag and stowed it under her chair. "I wish to speak to you and I require your fullest attention. You have had five teachers in this subject so far, I believe."

His dark, beady eyes scanned the room.

"Naturally, these teachers will all have had their own methods and priorities. Given this confusion I am surprised so many of you scraped an O.W.L. in this subject. I shall be even more surprised if all of you manage to keep up with the N.E.W.T. work, which will be much more advanced." he set off around the edge of the room, speaking now in a low voice that you desperately wanted to drown out. But the burning sensation at the back of your skill prohibited you from doing just that.

No. Pay attention. Riddle was becoming a thorn in your side, and its only the first day.

"The Dark Arts," said Snape, "are many, varied, ever-changing and eternal. Fighting them is like fighting a many-headed monster. Each time a neck is severed, it sprouts a head even fiercer and cleverer than before. You are fighting that which is unfixed, mutating, indestructible."

Someone read up on their Greek mythology this summer. You say to Theo, who smirks behind his hand.

"Your defences," Snape continued, a little louder, "must therefore be as flexible and inventive as the Arts you seek to undo. These pictures," he indicated a few of them as he swept past, "give a fair representation of what happens to those who suffer, for instance, the Cruciatus Curse-" he waved a hand towards a witch who was clearly shrieking in agony; "-feel the Dementor's Kiss-" a wizard lying huddled and blank-eyed slumped against a wall; "-or provoke the aggression of the Inferius." a bloody mass upon the ground.

"Has an Inferius been seen, then?" Parvati Patil asked in a high-pitched voice. "Is it definite, is he using them?"

"The Dark Lord has used Inferi in the past," said Snape, "which means you would be well-advised to assume he might use them again. Now..."

You really did drown him out this time. Thinking about his wording. To your knowledge, only his followed gave him the name 'the Dark Lord', so why was Snape using that name? You filed away the information as he paced across the classroom.

"....you are, I believe, complete novices in the use of non-verbal spells. What is the advantage of a non-verbal spell?"

Hermione's hand shot into the air. Snape took his time looking around at everybody else, pointledly looking in your direction where your hands stayed glued to your sides, making sure he had no choice, before saying curtly, "Very well – Miss Granger?"

"Your adversary has no warning about what kind of magic you're about to perform," she stated, "which gives you a split-second advantage."

"An answer copied almost word for word from The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 6," said Snape dismissively. "But correct in essentials. Yes, those who progress to using magic without shouting incantations gain an element of surprise in their spell-casting. Not all wizards can do this, of course; it is a question of concentration and mind power which some," his gaze lingered maliciously upon Harry, "lack."

The Professor's beady eyes landed on you once more, a challenge present in them.

"Miss Meadow, come up to the front." everyone's eyes were on you as he beckoned you forward, so you obeyed. "I want you to demonstrate this skill. On me." He motioned for you to stand on one side of the room, while he stayed at the other.

You shook off your limps and, using your wand rather than just doing it wandlessly, you shot out a disarming spell, which Snape blocked.

"Good. Now try again." he said as he shot his own disarming spell at you, which you wordlessly blocked with a flick of your wand.

This back and forth continued for five or so more minutes before Snape managed to catch you off guard and disarm you with a minute flick of his wrist.

"Very good. Now following that example, you will divide into pairs. One partner will attempt to jinx the other without speaking. The other will attempt to repel the jinx in equal silence. Carry on."

People paired off, you choosing to partner with Mione who looked determined to perfect this new skill. Everyone who was part of the DA in the previous year were practically experts at casting spells, but none of them, bar you, could perform the Charms wordlessly. A reasonable amount of cheating ensued; many people were merely whispering the incantation instead of saying it aloud, including Ron, which only made you laugh as you watched as Harry blocked his every attack.

Of course, Hermione had gotten the hang of it within ten minutes of practice, as did Theo and Zabini and Riddle. Harry and Ron were still struggling, along with Pansy and Lorenzo.

To say you were bored was an understatement. Snape had already known that you were skilled with wordless and apparently wandless magic too, which meant that he could clearly see into your mind – yet another reason why Riddle needed to teach you control. The only other interesting thing to happen was Harry blatently sassing your Professor, which left you and Hermione gaping and Ron, Dean and Seamus grinning at him.

Once the lesson had ended, Snape in a more abysmal mood than usual after Harry made a fool out of him, you lingered in the corridor, waiting for Riddle to leave so that you could get the interaction over with.

"Hey Meadow! You coming?" Ron asked loudly from the end of the hallway. He looked at you with an odd expression on his face which morphed into unwilling understanding when you felt Theo's presence beside you.

"I'll be there in a bit. I'll meet you in the courtyard." you shout back as you turn towards Theo and his friends.

"Some lesson that was, right tesoro?" Theo asks you as he wraps a strong arm around your shoulder, steering you in the direction of the rest of his group, who were looking between you, Theo and Mattheo with matching expressions on their faces.

"What the hell is she doing here, Nott?" Malfoy asks, looking at you with distain. You glared back at him, about to respond when his familiar deep voice answers instead.

"She's here for me." Riddle says. "Go on ahead. I won't be a moment."

Its Zabini who steers Malfoy away from his glaring contest with you, and Theo who wordlessly wishes you luck with a pat to the top of your head.

"So you're going to teach me control?" you ask as you lean against the nearest wall. He rolls his eyes and wraps a giant hand around your wrist.

"Yes." he hissed. "But not here. How stupid are you? Talking about it out in the open, by a classroom, nonetheless."

Your eyes only widened in mild surprise as he began dragging you down the corridor in the direction that his friends went, but he turned into an empty broom cupboard instead.

"Salazar, if you wanted to get me alone like this there were far better ways of asking Riddle." you say sarcastically, but your eyes show a teasing challenge as you stare up at him.

"Was that an offer, Princess?" he asks with that wicked smirk of his.

"Read the room, Riddle. I'd rather sleep with a troll." you snark.

"Suit yourself." he chuckles before his face sets into that serious look he seems to have mastered in his years at Hogwarts. "The first step to learning full control is learning how to ground yourself."

You look at him expectantly which made him roll is eyes.

"You have to find a happy medium in your head that allows you to keep control of what you don't want people to see, and who you let into your head." he explains motioning to his own head as he speaks.

"So that horrible burning feeling in the back of my skull whenever you get in my head-" you begin.

"Is only there because it lets you know that someone unwanted is using Occlimency on you. The fact that you can't block me out is what we need to work on. Does the same happen with Theodore and Pansy when you communicate with them?"

"No. They're presence is wanted. Yours," you trail your eyes up and down what you can see of his tall frame in the dark, "is not."

"Well until you do accept me in your subconscious, it'll continue to hurt and it'll hurt more when you're trying to block it out." he says and to demonstrate he begins rifling through your thoughts and feelings with little to no effort, that burning sensation appearing like a pinch once again. You cradle you head in your hands, a cry escaping your lips.

Walking to the Great Hall for breakfast that morning, anxiety knawing at your insides.

Harry's Malfoy-is-a-death-eater spiel.

Your mini-dual with Snape.

How you want Riddle to rip your clothes right off your body and have him take you-

That wasn't right. You managed to mentally push him right out of your mind with more effort than you reckon it would take for you to haul a quaffle into the goal. It made your head ache.

"What the fuck was that?!" you snap, hitting his arm.

"You're a fast learner. Well done. It takes most people multiple sessions to do what you just did." he looks...proud. It stirs something strange in your gut.

"What did I just do?" you asked, intrigued, scared, confused.

"You just succeeded in blocking me out of your head." he smirked lightly, almost showing a ghost of a smile.

We're going to have lots of fun, Princess.

He was still in your head. His deep voice filling every corner of your mind, but that burning sensation was no longer present. It no longer stung and he was no longer able to rifle through your thoughts. Only converse with you, like you could with Theo and Pansy.

"We'll do this twice a week, until you can block me out without thinking about it." he said as he walked towards the door, leaving you standing motionlessly in the dark.

~∞~

icl the whole plot of this is heavily inspired by my beloved xaden and violet's bond with all their mind talking and arguing🤭🤭 (minus the dragons, etc)

#mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle x you #harry potter #hermione granger #ron weasley #professor snape #ravenclaw x slytherin #serendipity series

[lecsainz]

love notes

pairings: charles leclerc x fem!reader

warnings: cute french nicknames and charles being an amazing boyfriend.

authors note: i would literally die if i saw charles playing on the piano some taylor's song, just imagine how perfect it would be.

word count: 824

Y/N woke up to the soft sound of Charles humming a tune. She opened her eyes and smiled, seeing him lying next to her, his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling rhythmically.

"Bonjour, ma chérie." Charles said, opening his eyes and giving her a sleepy smile.

"Good morning, my love." Y/N replied, leaning in to kiss him.

They cuddled for a few more minutes before Charles sat up, stretching his arms above his head. Y/N couldn't help but admire the way his muscles rippled under his t-shirt.

Y/N blushed, feeling a surge of affection for him. She loved the way Charles spoke to her in French, using terms of endearment like "mon amour" and "ma chérie." It made her feel special, like she was the only woman in the world who mattered to him.

"What do you want to do today?" Charles asked, turning to her.

Y/N shrugged. "I don't know, maybe explore the city a bit more? Or we could just stay in and watch a movie."

"Sounds like a plan," Charles said, reaching over to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "But first, breakfast ma belle."

They got up and headed to the kitchen, where Charles whipped up a delicious omelet with cheese. Y/N watched him move around the kitchen with a smile on her face.

"What are you thinking about?" Charles asked, noticing the far-off look in Y/N's eyes 

Y/N smiled, turning to face him. "Just how lucky I am to have you," she said, taking a bite of the omelet. "You've changed my life in so many ways, Charles. I don't know where I'd be without you."

Charles leaned in to kiss her, his lips soft and tender against hers. "You don't have to thank me, mon amour," he said. "Being with you is all the thanks I need."

Y/N blushed, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. She loved how he took care of her, always making sure she had everything she needed. And she loved how comfortable they were with each other, able to spend lazy mornings like this without feeling the need to fill the silence with small talk.

After they had breakfast, Y/N was curled up on the couch in Charles' apartment, reading a book. Charles had disappeared into the other room, and Y/N could hear him fiddling around with something. After a few minutes, she heard the sound of a piano.

Curious, Y/N put down her book and walked into the other room. Charles was seated at the piano, his fingers dancing across the keys. He was playing one of her favorite songs - "Daylight" by Taylor Swift.

Y/N couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Charles, how did you learn to play that?" she asked.

"I wanted to surprise you, mon amour," he said, smiling. "I know it's one of your favorite songs."

Y/N was touched. She walked over to the piano and sat down beside him. "You're amazing," she said, leaning in to kiss him.

As Charles continued to play, Y/N couldn't help but feel grateful for the man sitting next to her. They had only been dating for a short while, but already she felt like they had a deep connection. And this moment, with Charles playing her favorite song, was the perfect example of that.

After Charles finished playing, they sat there in silence for a few moments. "That was beautiful," Y/N said finally. "Thank you for playing it for me."

"Anything for you," Charles replied, taking her hand in his.

Y/N smiled and leaned in to kiss him. "I can't believe you learned that song just for me. You're so sweet."

"Well, you're worth it," Charles said, returning her smile. "I love making you happy."

Y/N's heart swelled with affection for him. She couldn't believe how lucky she was to have found someone like Charles, who not only accepted her for who she was, flaws and all, but also went out of his way to make her feel loved and cherished.

As they cuddled on the couch, Y/N couldn't help but think about how much had changed since they had started dating. She had been hesitant at first, unsure of whether she wanted to get involved with a formula 1 driver, but Charles had won her over with his kindness, intelligence, and sense of humor.

And now, she couldn't imagine her life without him. He had become her rock, her confidant, and her partner in every sense of the word.

"I love you," Y/N whispered, snuggling closer to him.

"I love you too, ma belle." Charles replied, wrapping his arm around her. "I can't wait to see what the future holds for us."

Y/N smiled, feeling grateful for the present moment and excited for what was to come. As they sat there, listening to the sound of the waves crashing against the shore, she knew that whatever the future held, they would face it together, hand in hand.

#f1 fic #f1 x reader #f1 fics #f1 x y/n #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 x y/n #charles leclerc x oc #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x female reader #charles leclerc #formula 1 #charles leclerc imagine #fanfic #f1 fanfic #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc ferrari

[urlocalfeiner]

can’t help falling in love | neteyam sully

paring: neteyam sully x fem! omaticaya! reader

¡based of the song ‘can’t help falling in love’ by elvis presley!

masterlist!

wise men say, only fools rush in. neteyam was always told growing up to never rush the process of finding the right one to mate with- but he knew he had already found the one he wished to mate with when he met you, it all clicked for neteyam like a switch was flicked in his mind.

neteyam tried to push the feelings he had for you to the back of his mind, tried to store them away never to be seen. but he can't help falling in love with you, as he watched you lay on the green grass admiring the stars above the two of you, pointing to the constellations in the dark sky. "nete, are you paying attention?" you snapped him out of the trance he was in that you unknowingly put him in. "yeah," it came out as more of a question than an answer.

neteyam sully followed the rules, it was just who he was- he was an organised person who had his whole life planned out. but as he stared at you with the soft glow of the forest illuminating your soft features that he swore were crafted by eywa herself, he found himself questioning his purpose in life. he always thought it was to be a mighty warrior and lead the clan, but know he wasn't soo sure because as he wrapped his strong arms around your figure- putting his face into the crook of your neck, obcorbing your scent with you softly tracing the patterns on his back- he felt as if this was his purpose, you. shall he stay? would it be a sin, if he can't help falling in love with you? neteyam slowly moved his head out of the crook of your neck, coming face to face with you. "you're so beautiful." he breathed out, pushing a bit of loose hair that fell in front of your face back behind your ears gently. "so, so beautiful." he leaned down slowly, placing a soft kiss upon your lips that lit a fire in you, that was sure to burn you at any given moment- but you did not mind if you got burnt by the fire that neteyam lit.

neteyam was with his mother, helping her prepare the food for the clan celebration- but he was barely helping, his focus was completely on you who was playing with tuk some ways away from where he and his mother sat. neytiri glanced up at her eldest son, who had a knife in hand about to cut the meat- but wasn't even looking at it- she studied his face, his gaze was filled with love as he stared at you. her face softened as she realised that he had found the one, she always knew of what he felt for you but she never thought it would grow to be so real. "you are a lovesick man, my boy." she spoke, grabbing a fruit- neteyam tore his gaze from you at his mothers words, "i can not help it, mother." he said earning a small chuckle from neytiri, you and neteyam reminded her of herself and jake when they were younger

“neteyam, hurry!- we are going to miss it!” you yelled behind you rushing to the top of the hallelujah motions to catch the beauty sight of eclipse falling over pandora. neteyam chuckled, following right behind you- keeping an eye on you to make sure you didn’t hurt yourself. you reached the top of the floating mountain, pulling neteyam up by his hand quickly- dragging him along. you stopped suddenly, your eyes widening as a small smile crept on on your face at the beautiful radiant sky in front of you- breath swept away from you at the sight of the light slowly fading over pandora, disappearing slowly from the forest. “beautiful.” you breathed out, reaching out a hand to touch it- though you knew you would never be able to. neteyam glanced at the sky, while yes it was beautiful- but how could he ever focus on it when something far more beautiful was right beside him, you. “very.” he replied, admiring your blissful face. butterflies creeping up in his stomach as he stared at you. neteyam had never felt so entranced by another before he met you, and boy, was he glad he did- neteyam had become a lovesick fool, he had become what he never thought he ever would be. but how could he be a fool if he knew what he felt for you was pure and more real than any folks tail ever told.

as the light began to disappear and the stars began to shine in the sky you were still admiring it with the same light in your eyes. “my father came from that star,” he pointed up at the dark sky, towards a star that shone a bit brighter than the rest. you had heard of where jake sully had came from, your eye trying to follow where his finger pointed- not seeming to catch onto which one it was. he grabbed your hand gently that was by your side, bringing it up and pointed it to where he was- the touch igniting a million flames throughout yours and his body. “there,” he whispered into your ear, his body pressed up against your back. “it is so crazy to think we are not alone in the universe.” you thought out loud, neteyam humming in response as his hand guided yours back down- but his grasp on it never leaving- slowly wrapping his arm around your waist, hugging you from behind. his chin resting on your shoulder- slightly bending down a little to meet your healthy as he stood taller than you- and most na’vi too.

he guided you by your hand softly to the tree of voices, they say it is where prayers are heard and sometimes answered- he begged the great mother that his prayer would be heard and answered. the prayer to make you his and him yours. "nete, why are we here?" you whispered, admiring the gorgeous glow of the fallen vines of the tree- you turned to him slowly, meeting his gaze that was set on you and only you. he reached out his hands, grabbing yours softly intertwining it with his own. "y/n," your name left his lips like a prophecy, as if they were the only words he could ever speak. "take my hand, take my whole life too." your heartbeat began to fasten up at his words as he came closer to you, hands still entwined. "i wish to grow old with you, i want to spend all of eternity and all of what is after it with you. i want you to be the mother of my children, you have my whole heart y/n. you have turned me into a love sick fool, for i cannot help, falling in love with you." he placed a kiss on your snout lightly, "i wish for you to be my mate." he breathed out, your eyes locked with his. you had longed for him to speak those words ever since you met him, and now under the eye of eywa, upon all the ancestors that rested beneath the grove of trees, neteyam sully bore his heart out on his palms right in front of you for you to take and be yours until time itself ended. one of your hands left his, reaching up to cup his cheek- he leaned into your touch, putting his now free hand over your own that cupped his face gently. "i can't help falling in love with you, nete." neteyams pupils dilated at the confession leaving your lips, but it did not mere in comparison to what you were about to say. "i see you." he felt his knees go weak, neteyam swore he could've collapsed right then and there. "i see you, y/n." he brought the hand that was on his cheek down to his lips, placing a soft kiss on your palm. he reached behind his back, fingers grazing his queue that was protected with a thick braid- slowly bringing it in front of him, offering it to you. you didn't think twice about it, as he did your hand grabbed your braid bringing it next to his. the two of you slowly came down to the ground, knees resting on the soft ground. you met his eyes and softly nodded, bringing your queue that was swiftly swirling around as if it was being pulled to his own- then slowly tsaheylu, neteyams pupils dilated- he could feel every fiber in your being, your soul and heart. every emotion you were feeling, every short breath and he loved it. he loved it so much, nothing could have ever prepared him for this day where your souls became one- neteyam had been told of the feeling, but nothing matched to what he imagined it to be to what it actually was. his soul yearned for yours, it ached at night in the absence of your own- and now he could feel you, every inch of you- as you could him. he leaned in to you, kissing you passionately as you returned it. rubbing your noses against one another, breathing shortly at the euphoric feeling being shared between the two of you. his hand slid behind your lower back, pulling you closer to him. that night your two souls danced with one another, becoming one.

neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan knew that no matter what he did or said nothing would be able to stop him falling for you, he could not help falling in love with you- and he was did not mind doing so one bit. he was born to be with one with you.

#neteyam sully #na’vi x reader #neteyam x reader #neteyam #na'vi x reader #na'vi x human #na'vi clan #neteyam imagine #neteyam sully x reader #neteyam sully x y/n #sully family #avatar way of water #avatar the way of water #avatar imagine #avatar #avatar way of water spoilers #na'vi avatar #neteyam x you #tuk sully #neytiri

[zablife]

Now You Know the Truth (Part 3)

Summary: After your accident, a distraught Tommy waits for news about you and the baby.

Author's Note: Since there's been interest in a continuation of their story, here's another part. Credit goes to @pono-pura-vida for her help brainstorming this one!

Warnings: mention of miscarriage

Part 2

“Is she…” Tommy’s voice faltered halfway through his sentence, turning away from the uncertainty of what was to come. His forehead rested against the cool tiles briefly before Ada came to stand by his side, listening intently as the doctor explained you had survived your injuries. Though extensive, you were expected to make a full recovery in a few weeks time.

“And the baby?” Ada ventured, voice barely above a whisper.

The doctor shook his head, casting his eyes to the ground as he offered his condolences. “We did everything we could.”

“Thank you,” Ada mumbled as she placed a hand at her brother’s elbow for support.

“When can I see my wife?” Tommy asked on a shaky breath.

“The moment she wakes, we’ll let you know,” the doctor promised before disappearing behind the heavy swinging door.

——————————-

“It’s been twelve bloody hours,” Tommy growled as he continued pacing the corridor.

Stirring from his place on an uncomfortable wooden bench, Arthur joined his brother. “She took a hard fall, Tom. They said it could be days,” he reminded him. 

“I have to see her. I need to make it right,” Tommy ranted, unable to eat or sleep until he could be with you once more.

Arthur clapped a hand over his brother’s shoulder to anchor him momentarily. “She knows you love her,” he assured Tommy.

Tommy’s face contorted in pain, eyes darting about the room, unable to calm himself as he replayed the last moments you’d spent together. “You heard what I said last night. Told her I should never have married her,” Tommy recalled.

“You didn’t meant it,” Arthur quickly dismissed with a shake of his head.

“She wanted to leave,” Tommy added in a distant voice, somewhere far away from where Arthur now stood eyeing him with deep concern.

“Is there a Thomas Shelby here?” a nurse called out, breaking Tommy’s trance. He broke free of Arthur’s hold to sprint toward the open door, eager for news of your progress. “Your wife is conscious,” she began, but her face held a look of uncertainty.

——————————-

Tommy entered your hospital room as gingerly as if her were walking across a frozen pond about to crack and plunge him into its icy depths. The sight of you bruised and bandaged stole his breath as he asked, “How are you feeling?”

The throbbing pain inside your skull made his words reverberate with a slight echo and you recoiled from the harsh noise. Wetting your parched lips you begged, “Could you speak more quietly please?” Swallowing harshly Tommy nodded, reaching for your hand slowly so as not to startle you. He watched as your disoriented gaze drifted down to your interlaced fingers and back up into his crystal blue eyes, waiting for a reaction.

“Why have you come?” you asked forlornly. 

A shudder ran down his spine as he attempted to find the words to apologize to you properly. You deserved more than the lonely nights and harsh words he’d offered lately. He would make it up to you now though, he’d made a vow to himself as he paced the hospital corridors, images of your broken body lying at the bottom of the stairs enough to convince him of all his wrongdoing. 

“I-I wanted to start by saying you were right, love. When I lost Polly, I lost sight of how to care for this family. I forgot I had you by my side,” he said, squeezing your hand gently. 

You cocked your head as you noticed tears collecting at the corners of his eyes, proof of his sincerity so you sat silently, waiting of him to finish. 

“I never wanted my child to become collateral damage. Can you forgive what I've done?” he asked, looking into your eyes with a pain stricken expression. As the moments of silence ticked by, Tommy’s inner panic grew. You could tell by the trembling of his hands before he spoke again. “Y/n, do you believe me?”

You held his gaze for a moment, biting the inside of your cheek as you made your decision. Then you spoke up, quietly and earnestly.  “Yes,” you nodded, reaching up to catch the tear falling down his freckled cheek. “I believe you,” you whispered to him as he breathed a sigh of relief.

“But I have one question,” you asked, furrowing your brow slightly.

“Yes, of course, anything,” Tommy responded eagerly.

“Who are you?”

Part 4

————————

Tag List:

@peakyswritings

@evita-shelby

@shelbydelrey

@lovemissyhoneybee

@kittycatcait219

@callsign-fangirl

@red-riding-wood

@polishcrazyone

@elenavampire21

@little-diable

@tommydoesntpayforsuits

@look-at-the-soul

@kpopgirlbtssvt

@watercolorsky

@cillmequick

@moonshooter

@mrs-bellingham

@the-fangirl-diaries

@allie131313

@peakyscillian

@runnning-outof-time

@babayaga67

@kmhappybunny240

@babaohhhriley

@noforkingclue

@murderousginger

@garrison-girl-08

@dearshelby

@embystarr-blog

@fairypitou

@sunnypatchfriends

@brummiereader

@call-sign-shark

@ladespedidas

@mysticalbouquetwolf-posts

@skydisneylover

@aesthetic0cherryblossom

@cece45450

@julesandro

@stevie75

@mrsnbradshaw2023

@scarlet-sunflowers

@peaky-as-a-peach

@multifandomwriter56

@reader-hes

@wisteriaandwafers

@cycbaby

@trixie23

#Peaky Blinders fanfic #Peaky Blinders imagine #Tommy Shelby fanfic #Tommy Shelby imagine #Tommy Shelby x you #Tommy Shelby x y/n #Tommy Shelby x reader #Tommy Shelby #dark!tommy shelby

[ivnxrori]

When Sun and Moon meet - S1

Zuko x Fem!WaterBender!Reader Enemies to Lovers

As one of the Princesses of the Northern Water tribe, you were blessed with a gift by the moon. However you were permitted to be allowed to use the gift at all costs. From many hidden waterbending usages, the aftermath of the avatar visiting the Northern Tribe had led to your beginning journey, hiding yourself as a water bender as a princess from the Northern water tribe

Warnings: mentions of arranged marriage

Masterlist

҉ * ‧͙ ⋆ ⁺ ༓ ☾ Chapter 1 - Welcome Avatar

“The avatar is here” The guard spoke up as my eyes widened in shock. “The…avatar…?” The guard nodded at my question. I genuinely thought the avatar had died a while ago but I guess they were just rumors? “Chief Arnook wants both of the princesses and prince to attend the gathering for the avatar” I nodded as I went to get up to follow the guards. It's been a year since Sivoy, our youngest brother, was born. Not a lot has changed over the years, except knowing probably this year is going to change us the most. Yue is getting engaged to someone who she has been crying about. I will never forget when she broke down in front of me in my room. I held her, that's all. I couldn't do anything, I couldn't whisper any reassuring words to her or tell her it's going to be okay. The truth is, I was consumed by my own fears of my own arranged marriage next year. It's selfish yes, especially it isn't my situation currently but it will be sooner or later.

We both make it towards the feast, also having Yue’s special announcement of her being able to get married. What everyone else doesn't know is that she is already engaged. I follow her lead, sitting next to her at the edge of the table looking at the variety of foods, which is all seafood. I take a quick peek of our surroundings and see our sister tribe. A sister and a brother which I assume, including a young boy with a blue shaped arrow across his head. “The Avatar is quite young” I whisper to Yue as she nods. I continue watching the show Master Pakku has been presenting to us. It was intriguing, for sure but what was more enjoyable was a southern water tribe member poorly flirting with my sister. Getting called out by his own sister already. I stifled a laugh and just when I knew it, the whole thing has already ended. ҉ ☾

It was quite late at night, the moon spirit was shining brightly. I bowed slightly towards the moon and put my mask on. The mask was carved like a full mood with room for eyes, including feathers surrounding the mask. I pull up my hood from my jacket and go outside, quite far away from the other male waterbenders who were practicing. I mimic the movements that were taught to them. Yes, this is how I'm able to learn and use waterbending. I never know when to give up, I have been told many times by a variety of people. My dad specifically. “Hey! Young one!” I snap my head towards the sound of guards and before they could even ask a question, I disappear. “Where did he go?” one of the guards asked, clearing the mist lingering in the air from my leave. Home. I went home heavily breathing from almost getting caught. I'll just try again tomorrow.

“It wasn't as fun after you left…” I wanted to drown. Oh how much I just wanted to flip this boat upside down to stop Yue and this Southern Water boy from flirting, and I could have flipped this boat around if there were no restrictions. The next thing I know that stopped me from day dreaming was the southern water boy falling off the ledge. I laughed softly, asking Yue “Do you even know his name?” while she was waving off to her new crush. “Sokka” She responded dreamily with a hint of red on her cheeks. My eyes widened with sudden worry “Yue…” The way I spoke was intended to remind her that she was an engaged lady. I doubt father would allow her to marry someone else, especially if he is constantly traveling. “I know” Yue cut me off with a disappointing tone I felt nothing but sorrow in the moment, what's worse I couldn't do anything to save her. I stayed silent, leaning slightly back hearing the water move around us.

I was able to stop by Yagoda’s place, there was no reason to but she taught me when I was very young, it was a way to make use of my water bending by my father. She only taught how to heal however but what more can you do in this kind of situation. It's only fair I show respect for her by bringing her food, supplies, trinkets or even my presence. Before I stepped foot I overheard her talking to…someone? I take a little peek, leaning my body so only my eyes would be visible towards the door. It was the southern water tribe girl! What is she doing here…? Looking further towards the door only to realize she’s a waterbender…She's a water bender! I could use her to somehow convince Master Pakku and my father. Yes, it sounds horrible. Using an important guest to my own advantage but it's beneficial for everyone, even her so it's not entirely selfish. I wasn't able to convince Master Pakku. Instead he told my father my plan which led me to get in more trouble than I already was. I'm just a princess, and that's all I will ever be. My head snapped up as I heard the Southern Water Tribe girl coming closer. I took the chance to grab her wrist and pull her to the side. “Hey! Who-” “It's me!” I said pointing to my very obvious white hair. “Oh you're the younger princess! What happened?” “You can waterbend? Correct?” I asked already knowing the answer “Yes…why?” “Because I feel like you can convince Master Pakku to allow us girls to waterbend” I whisper “A lot of girls have water bending abilities however they’re forced to keep it in because of the strict rules but!” I pointed at her “Your the southern side of the water tribe, maybe somehow show him your abilities and possibly convince him to allow girls to water bend” She looked at me confused. “How am I able to do that when I can't even learn whatever he is teaching?” I thought about it for a second until an idea popped into my head “Get it from your avatar friend! He is getting taught, right?” Her eyes widened as she nodded “You're right! Then I'll get it from him. Thank you…uh- princess…” I giggled “Y/N, just call me Y/N” “Katara” “Thank you Katara” I smiled as she walked away.

And this was the last thing I wanted. Seeing Katara and Master Pakku fight with waterbending. “This is all my fault” I muttered under my breath. “Your fault?” Yue attempted to confirm my statement. “What?” I look at her confused. Did I really say that out loud? “You said something” “I'm sure I did not” “But I hear-”

A big wave of water hit the ice, hearing the splash turned me away from the conversation. Both Yue and I were wincing from the sound of the impact. Last thing I see is Katara with a bunch of icicles surrounding her. She…lost…

I sigh sadly as I go to grab Katara's betrothal necklace that laid on the icy floor. But before I was able to, “This is my necklace…” Master Pakku grabs it gently. I immediately walked back. Ah…so the southern tribe existed because Katara’s family members did not want to stay in an area with unnecessary rules. It was quick to piece together. I heard Yue’s breathing become unstable, so I turned to look at her but she didn't look back. She was slightly shaking and tears were brimming her blue eyes. “Yue…” I spoke softly and sadly, reaching for her shoulders but she ran, covering her eyes with her hands to prevent more tears from falling. “Yue!” I yelled, already planning to chase her only for the southern water tribe boy to pull me back. “I’ll get her” He gave a reassuring smile then ran towards Yue. Both of them slowly disappearing. I wonder if he knows why Yue was crying. I furrowed my eyebrows in pity and turned on my heel to go back. “Y/N!” Katara yelled out for me, I turned towards her direction. “Thank you” she said out of breath. “I didn't really do anything” “You helped me gain confidence” She smiled “Well…your welcome and thank you for…all of that” I patted her on the head and she laughed. “You're an amazing water bender” I said and turned to go home. I sigh sadly wondering if Yue is alright.

<- Back - Next ->

a/n: I finished this quite quickly! ALSO THERE IS STILL NO ZUKO IM SORRYYY! I PROMISE ZUKO WILL BE THERE IN CHAPTER 2. The masterlist should be out by the time this chapter is out. This whole fic is COMPLETELY last minute like I started writing all of this today. BUT WOO impulsive decisions led me to post this. Also surprisingly, S1 of this series is literally almost ending LMAO. I think S1 is only like 4-5 chapters? I only finished Chapter 3 currently so im not sure. However I think S2 and S3 will be PACKED and im planning to add some extras in there too :D ALSO If you want to be in the taglist pls go ahead and comment or ask me :) Have a nice day!

-- Taglist: @luvkvni @katovano

#zuko x reader #prince zuko #zuko #zuko atla #zuko avatar the last airbender #zuko avatar #atla #fire lord zuko #the gaang #zuko fanfic #zuko x y/n #zuko x you #alta zuko #x reader #reader #reader insert #female reader #fem reader #x female reader #zuko imagine #alta x reader #avatar last airbender #prince zuko x you #prince zuko x reader #prince zuko x y/n #waterbending #waterbender reader #waterbender #avatar the last airbender #princess

[imaginaryf1shots]

My Girls || Wasp

Drabble

600 words

Driver!oc X Max Verstappen

Platonic!Driver!oc X the grid

Summery: a wasp on stage

Warnings: none

Masterlist

Wasp

Max, Cecilia, Lando, Alex and Charles were standing on stage for a quick interview, the fans were watching, holding signs and calling their names. 

Cecilia was standing between Max and Lando. Alex was being asked a question, so the female took a moment to look at the crowd. She laughed at a sign that had Charles saying it was an inchident on it. 

She was pointing it out to Lando before they were attacked. A girly scream escaped Lando as he held Cecilia to hide behind her. The female tried to get away, also scared. 

"Let go of me! Lando!" She screamed trying to dodge the wasp that was attracted to the orange dressed duo. Cecilia pushed Lando and hid behind Max holding his bicep. It all happened in a matter of seconds. The fans were laughing, Lando was on the floor and Cecilia held onto Max. the flying insect seemed to not give up, flying around the couple now. “MAX!”

Max felt her hand dig in his bicep, he moved so he was between Cecilia and the wasp. Alex took one of the cue cards from the presenter and tried to swat the bug away. Cecilia was seen looking over Max’s shoulder, Lando was on his feet far away from the action, and Cahrles just stood amused by this whole ordeal. Everytime Max tried to move Cecilia wouldn’t let him. Finally Alex managed to swat the wasp away and it disappeared just as fast as it appeared. Sighing, the female leaned her head on Max’s shoulder slowly letting go of him. 

“That shows how brave some F1 drivers are.” Charles said in the microphone with a teasing smile and his female best friend glared at him, she cautiously came out from behind Max, but stayed close. Her boyfriend patted her back and sent her a smile.

“Dégagé, Charles.”(Piss off Charles) Cecilia said and glared at her friend.

“What she said.” Lando said and came to stand beside his teammate, Charles rolled his eyes.

“I think the big heroes here are Max and Aelx.” The presenter said gaining everyone’s attention back to the task at hand. “Give them all a round of applause.” 

Everyone clapped for them while the Mclaren due sulked, this video will be all over their social media by the time they’re off stage. How can you act cool as an F1 driver after you fall on stage a scream on stage from a wasp. 

Once they were done and the drivers were getting off stage, Max wrapped an arm around Cecilia’s shoulder, the female moved closer. “You were really scared there.”

“Uh, don’t remind me, that’s all I’ll be seeing the next few days.” Cecilia groaned, stomping a little like a child. 

“Careful, Cece, your Nathalie is showing.” Cecilia flips Charles off leaving him and Alex laughing their heads off. 

“Come on, mate, leave her be.” Max came to her defence, all in good fun of course.

“I personally liked how she pushed Lando to the floor.” Alex stated and looked like he was reliving the moment in his mind.

“That was mean by the way, Cece.” Lando said having slowled to walk with them.

“Lando, you literally were using me as a human shield, you had Charles on your other side.” Cecia’s eyes went wide as she pointed at the monegasque male. 

“But you’re my team mate!” She didn’t answer him just glared, Max leaned over to speak in her ear.

“I liked how you instinctively hid behind me.” Cecilia scoffed but felt her cheeks tint red.

“Of course you did.”

Kissing her cheek the pair separated to finish their duties, but Cecilia’s cheeks remained red for a bit longer, Lando left his brows amused as the Mclaren drivers left for their motorhome.

Taglist:

@luciaexcorvus . @vellicora . @tpwkstiles . @belennasif  . @eugene-emt-roe . @fanboyluvr . @fangirl125reader , @christianpulisic10 . @belennasif

#f1 x driver!reader #f1 x reader #max verstappen #max verstappen one shot #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1dr #max verstappen imagine #my girls #f1 scenario

[intothegenshinworld]

‘Goodnight World’ I

Summary: After Aether saves the forest, the Aranara’s take him to ‘The World’, but what does that mean? // The Aranara’s are protectors of Nature, and when the Creator descends onto Teyvat the Aranara hide them in a safe place until they wake up.

A/N: I was never going to finish this, so I decided to push this out of my drafts! Because it’s originally intended to be longer, the pacing might be a bit strange here and there. Not proofread

MASTERLIST || NEXT

The cave seemed to change. Walls on either side of Aether started to glow and shimmer, almost like fireflies had been trapped behind them. A soft breeze in the back guides Aether forward.

At the end of the cave there’s light. It shines brighter than the walls and it almost blinds Aether as he continues down the path.

It seems to be an opening to the outside world.

When Aether walks forward into the light. He is temporarily stumped when he realizes he’s still in the cave.

Flowers grow as far as the soil can reach, and a huge tree in the middle of the area makes the place feel alive. The trunk is arched forward, and from the tree branches vines flow down and stop right before hitting the ground.

It seems to be hiding something, and while the gentle breeze shakes the vines back and forward, Aether is unable to fully capture what’s behind them.

The cave opening creates a dome-like shape. On the walls there’s still that same glow he can’t quite place; 

‘Where did I see this before?’ 

Aether thinks of the night sky. The walls shimmer the same way stars would fill the dark night. But still, walls are still walls, and Aether does realize he’s still underground.

On his side he hears Paimon. Just like himself, she’d been in awe. When Aether turns his head he sees her look around with her mouth agape.

“Nara, careful. World is sleeping.” The Aranara that’s been guiding the two hops onto the stone platform carefully. Aether looks ahead. There’s a stone path between the flowers. He must’ve looked over it before.

Paimon floats over to the Aranara. “Y’know, this is great and all, but Paimon still doesn’t get why you brought us here.”

Aether follows the two from behind. He watches the small Aranara hop from stone to stone, carefully evading the flowers that grow between them.

“Aranara protected The World for many moons now. Like Nara Varuna, Golden Nara protected Varanara, so too – The World. World always protect us from afar.”

Aether repeats the words in his head. The Aranara’s had their own way of talking and it always takes him a second to decode their words.

From what he understands, the Aranara’s are showing him and Paimon ‘the world’ – which might be some form of treasure with the way they address it. He assumes that ‘the world’ is hidden behind the vines – or maybe it’s the tree itself.

“Gah, Paimon doesn’t understand a single thing.” She stomps her feet in the air. “What is this world anyways?”

The Aranara hops on another platform. “Nara must be patient.” It hops on yet another platform, “Almost at The World.”

As the two approach the tree, Aether could feel energy start flowing through his body. It’s stronger than before – closer, perhaps.

When the Aranara disappears behind the vines, Paimon and Aether take a moment to look at each other.

“Paimon doesn’t want to go in there first.” She hides behind Aether,

“You’re scared?”

“No!”

Aether looks over his shoulder to Paimon. He raises his eyebrows teasingly.

Paimon responds, “Okay, maybe a little. Just go in there first!”

Aether moves the vines out of the way and he feels Paimon’s lightly push him forward. As he enters the area hidden behind the vines he sees someone familiar.

In the middle of the hidden area there’s a white stone that reaches his waist. It doesn’t seem comfortable and Aether wonders how the figure remains peacefully asleep.

It takes a moment for their chest to rise and fall, but they’re certainly alive. The energy flowing through Aether’s body is enough proof for him.

The Aranara climbs up the stone with a small ladder that’s been placed on one side and walks over to the left side.

“The World is asleep but says welcome to Nara.”

Aether approaches the stone with Paimon at his side. He’s unfamiliar with Teyvat but he’s seen this person many times before.

The Creator.

#aranara #sagau #sagau isekai #sagau cult au #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin isekai #genshin impact #Genshin #genshin aether #aether #sagau aether #genshin aranara

[lazywriters-blog]

INNOCENT WITH A LIAR

I couldn't just sit by and do nothing after witnessing those pictures of Lyney holding- ahem! Oh, I think I just dodged a bullet again.

SUMMARY: You've heard voices around you as you are blindfolded, while you know you aren't in danger as it is a magic show, one can only pray nothing goes wrong.

WARNING: Nothing I can think of mentioning. Am I implying hypnosis? Yes, maybe. Also, I accidentally posted this... So... There's that.

The magician gave her the creeps, gently holding her shoulders and urging her to sit down on the chair, she looked at him one last time as he whipped out a piece of cloth and aligned it with her eyes, blocking out the crowd of people watching them, not being able to see them provided some relief.

Then, she felt his breath fan her earlobe and his voice closer than before. "Relax, your shoulders are far too stiff, there's no need to be scared," he murmured, his grasp increasingly growing tighter.

She doesn't feel good about this.

"Ladies and gentlemen! I shall make her disappear and reappear right from where she came from." he declared, showing his clothed wrist to the public and grinning wide. The lack of his touch further cemented just how tight he had held, "Don't close your eyes."

She is certain everybody is looking at her intently, straining their eyes to not miss a second and a whiff of the magician's secrets. Surely, if they focused without blinking once, they'd come to know how he did his tricks.

However, she doesn't know why she has to be blindfolded.

"On the count of three, say it with me... One..." he begins with a cheerful tone, and suddenly she's not too sure about why she accepted to volunteer, It seemed like a bad decision now that she's here on the stage and waiting impatiently.

"Two..."

"... Three!!" he pitched up his voice and then, the floor opened up beneath her making her fall to her doom as the crowd gasped.

She groaned as she fell out of the chair and landed someplace dark, picking herself up from the fallen stool she took off her blindfold and set her eyes on the door, jogging towards it she twisted the handle and it refused to curl and open. If this was a trick, someone would have to have been around to help her. Surely!

Mirrors reflected her frame and the candles did little to light up the place, arrayed hangers gently swinging right and left, and the make-up stalls smeared with accidental paints and lip tints, a resting spot and other things a dressing room would contain.

Unbeknownst to her, she had someone else taking her place.

"My dear audience she's appeared." Lyney smiled, and the spotlight showered down the seat she had been seated in. "Now you know she couldn't have walked there on her own."

The crowd clapped and she could hear them above her, she'd always known magicians tricked people but why did it have to be her? She frantically looked around, this had to be a mistake! Why would he have a problem with her?

There they were, still with their blindfold on and gripping the seat for dear life, heaving for air as the audience laughed loud and clear at the bowing magician. It had been his solo performance that evening and they couldn't be more impressed, indeed a grand finale for the parting.

She prepared herself to crash into the door hopeful that it would cause an unmissable thud, but nothing indicated they'd heard it, she had to make another sound.

She had to make them know whoever was in her place wasn't her! And she's still down here!!

"I shall see you all in my next performance!" he spoke over the sounds she managed to make, perhaps she had it wrong, and they were just keeping her there for the time being to make sure their magic secrets weren't exposed. "Hey!! I'm still here!!" she shouted.

"Hey!!! Be careful my dear people!!" he nervously grinned as rows of seat gradually emptied, one person hanged around a little longer to glance back and look at the magician quickly vanish behind the curtains rushing to the backrooms.

Of course, they had believed his lies.

The house was cleared of every citizen as lyney approached his sister who returned from the shadow. "So, how did it go? Did people believe it?"

"Looked like it, but was it really necessary?"

Lyney stumbled a little but regained his confidence quickly and retorted, "Of course, it was necessary! Otherwise, my feelings would have gone unheard." he muttered, his sister did not want to see him sad that had to be why she assisted.

But, doubt was a natural notion to any person.

"Alright... If you say so, let's go and see her." She unfolded her crossed arms and faced in the direction of the hidden rooms, lyney perked up and led the way to the secret passway underground they'd trapped her into. Nobody knew she never left the theater.

"Okay, wish me luck! If anything goes wrong, I need you to back me up Lynette."

"Yeah yeah, don't worry I won't let anyone find you confessing your love-"

"Hey! Not so loud!" he hurriedly urged.

"Stop being so paranoid bro..." Lynette deadpanned, leaning against the wall while her brother finally opened the door, looked at her once, and stepped in.

Perhaps the landing had been harsh, he should have kept something softer to cushion the fall but no use grieving over it since the task was complete and he had won his prize. He only needed to speak up and... Let his brain do the automated work.

Besides, he had practiced near to perfection. It couldn't be hard. He hopes at least.

"Hello, my dear lady... Sorry about the situation I put you into, I hope you are not that mad at me." he slowly pulls off his gloves, and sets his hat by the makeup booth. The room lit up bright with lights and candles, he had prepared everything to accommodate her short stay and make it somewhat romantic.

"I see you've taken off your blindfold, that's good... I would have been too shy to take them off myself since your eyes are so pretty..." he mused, closing the distance inch by inch and absorbing the shift in her behavior, usually when one's shoulders are raised and their backs erect. They're ready to fight out of fear. He'd know to be careful.

Her eyes are wide open and her breaths are audible for him to hear, the room had been quiet until he appeared. She didn't scream bloody murder whilst she had been down there, so maybe that's a good sign for him to consider.

"Are you alright? I could-" She quickly moved back when he took a step far too big, but he swiftly recovered, "I could take you someplace better if this is not to your liking." he lowered himself to her level, and magically, a plate of cake sat atop his palm. "You like cakes, don't you? I brought this for you earlier."

She hadn't eaten before coming to his show. "What do you want?" she asked the question nagging her, shuffled back some more, and glued her eyes on him. "Are you the one behind the serial disappearance?"

"Oh no! I would never do such a thing, but you are an exception I couldn't resist. Forgive me." he rested his hand on his chest and peered down. "I never would have done it if you hadn't gone and stolen my heart, honest. Unfortunately, we were... Ways apart and it had been hard to simply let my feelings drowse." he carried on.

"You see, I like you... And I couldn't find any other way to express that without..." he shook his head, "I wanted it to be a secret. That's all." he put on his plastic fake smile he's shown to the audience mere seconds ago.

"Oh..." she stared at him, he couldn't say it was a reaction he was anticipating. "What's wrong?" he took the bait even while understanding everything was wrong.

"Nothing... I thought I was kidnapped and... Awaiting bad things to happen." she softly uttered and faked a smile, he knew they were perfect for each other.

"I would never hurt you," he reassured.

"... Yeah." she had been slow to respond.

"Perhaps not the best confession you've witnessed but," he pulled a bouquet of roses out of thin air, "would you give me the pleasure of being your date for tonight?"

She did not move and stared at the bundle of red held before her, something about him just didn't sit right with her and it was driving her insane, she couldn't tell what troubled her.

She took in a deep breath and shook her head, "I'm sorry I'm far too frightened tonight to be your date, may I leave?" She wondered if her polite tone would do the job, "I would love to tomorrow." She had to fake something.

"Oh! That's alright..." he lowered his hand. The sight of his smile dropping was unnerving for her to watch, and she didn't know why, had she seen this exact enactment before somewhere?

"Can I escort you outside?" He stood up on his feet as soon as she had walked to the door and he closed the distance between them, She didn't want to show her back to him, she quickly turned around and gulped, "Please don't get so close to me." her heartbeat had picked up.

He didn't say anything but hurt had been written all over his face, "Can you unlock it?" she gestured to the door.

"Can I show you one more trick before you leave?" he mumbled.

"No, I'm good, I think I've seen enough of your magic tonight. Can I leave?"

"I know it looks bad but 'father' would have never encouraged such behavior from me." he gripped his fists, "I needed this to be perfect!! But I blew it!!" he shouted, and she stumbled back to the door to support herself. "I can't let you go knowing everything."

"Lyney, is everything alright? Why are you yelling?" A girl's voice resounded outside, she had never been so happy to know someone else could ambush her.

"Please, can you open the door?" she tried her luck at convincing the other voice, but Lyney quickly sternly retorted, "Don't, Lynette. I need your help."

"Why are you doing this? I won't tell any of your secrets to the public! I swear! Just open the door!"

"I need you to calm down. Everything is alright, you can relax." he took a small step forward, and two steps back when she refused to let him touch her, "I won't hurt you I promise! Don't do this to me!!" Everything hurt and he couldn't deny that it kept growing the more he drank in the terrified expression on her face.

Lynette could no longer stand still hearing the voices inside. She opened the entry and to her surprise, her brother's beloved crush fell out and landed on the floor, "Lynette! I told you not to open it!"

"My bad. She's the one you confessed to last night and failed?" She didn't seem bothered by the harsh tone her brother used. "You know, 'Father' would probably want to meet her if word gets out, right?"

"If it gets out, I won't let it."

"Whatever you say, bro. Do your thing."

#yandere imagines #yandere #yan yan #genshin impact #genshin impact imagine #yandere genshin impact #yandere drabble #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact lyney #lyney x y/n #lyney x reader #yandere lyney #lyney #genshin impact oneshots #yandere genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #yandere oneshot #genshin imagines #yandere genshin x reader #genshin x reader

[rebouks]

Previous // Next

[Brodie flicked through the mail, instantly recognising the scrawling handwriting of a certain redheaded little boy. Scaring a few birds in the process, he bellowed up the stairs: ALEEEEX!] Alex: [breathless] Is it for me?! Brodie: Nah, but I could do with some help carrying this super heavy envelope upstairs. Alex: Who do you think you are, Johnny Zest? Brodie: I’m better than that guy, c’mon…

… Hi Alex! Sorry it’s taken me so long to reply to you, I promise I didn’t forget! I guess I just didn’t really know what to say cos I’ve sorta not felt like myself recently. My mom says I disappear into my own world sometimes so I sorta did that again and found it hard to think of anything fun to say. I don’t think I’d mind if you wrote to me about the less fun parts of your life though n’ my dad says you shouldn’t really keep everything to yourself all the time cos it ends up hurting so I thought I’d write anyway n’ just force myself not to worry about being boring or whatever. Your letters and your life always sound so exciting compared to mine though so sometimes it’s hard not to!!

I got in a fight at school which sounds like it should be an exciting story, but it wasn’t really. There’s this kid called Levi in my class that always picks on me (don’t worry though, I don’t care about that) and I couldn’t be bothered listening to him anymore so I hit him a couple times, I thought he’d hit me back but he just freaked out so I sorta felt bad about it afterward. He still makes fun of me but he doesn’t get up in my face as much so that’s a plus. Who says violence doesn’t solve anything? Hahaha I’m kidding! It wasn’t nice of me but maybe he should know better than to push people around so much.

I’m looking forward to summer so I can wander off a bit more and maybe it won’t rain so much! My mom doesn’t really like it when I go too far but as long as I’m back before curfew she tries not to freak out about it which is nice of her cos she knows I like to explore n’ stuff. I shouldn’t complain about my family cos I love them n’ stuff but I like being on my own sometimes and it’d be nice to have a bit of peace now n’ then. I’ve got SUPER good hearing so it’s hard to find anywhere quiet in my house, especially cos there’s always something crazy going on. My aunt Alma is sorta similar to me so she’s been helping me block out the noise with this meditation sorta thing, I guess it’s hard to explain but it’s not as lame as it sounds, it’s kinda fun to see how long you can stay in your own brain without people interrupting you. That probably sounds really weird but maybe you sorta get what I mean?

I finally have a treehouse now too!! It reminds me of your watchtower in some ways, but I guess it’s no way cooler than that, even though I know you’re bored of it by now. I wish we could hang out in it together cos it’s super awesome! Mom n’ dad don’t really bother me when I’m up there n’ my brother n’ sisters can’t manage the ladder yet so it’s all mine! It’s right at the bottom of the garden and looks out over the whole Bay too! Mom said she might let me sleep in it once it gets a bit warmer! It’d be cool falling asleep to the sound of the waves.. I hope it doesn’t end up making me need to pee all night though haha!!

Wren’s been obsessed with watching me play on the computer recently and I keep tryna teach her how to play herself but her little fingers can’t really reach all the buttons on the keyboard too well and she gets stupid mad when she dies so she just makes me play instead. She’d kick me if I told anyone but she’s a bit scared of some of the monsters too lol!! Mom told me I shouldn’t let her watch those ones but they’re the only ones she WANTS to watch and she jumps all over me until I give in so idk what they expect me to do other than lock her in the pantry, but I got told off for that so I guess I shouldn’t do that again haha (Wren thought it was funny though so it’s all good!) It’s a shame you don’t have a computer in the tower otherwise we could play together! Jude n’ Jacob aren’t really into that sorta thing so I usually just play on my own. Do you have a computer back home??

Oh! I got another badge for my swimming lessons too! I’ve almost got em all now which is neat but I sorta wanna avoid getting the last ones cos anyone that gets them all or has good attendance n’ whatever get an award at the end of the school year. They save em all up to give out at some stupid last year disco thing they put on before summer for the last year kids n’ it’d be so cringe to get called out in front of everyone like that. Some people think it’s gonna be amazing like my friend Jude, but I’d rather not go at all. Mom n’ dad keep saying it’ll be fun n’ everyone else is excited about it too but how fun could something be if you’re technically at SCHOOL? Bleh! I know you said you hate it sometimes, but being homeschooled sounds awesome to me lol.

I keep tryna bug my parents to go camping again so we could maybe see each other but they won’t take me out of school for a holiday n’ dad’s too busy with some work project so I guess we’ll have to keep writing to each other instead! Maybe if I keep annoying them about it we can come back in the summer! I hope so anyway but I guess I don’t wanna piss em off TOO much just in case my plan backfires or something.

I still feel really bad about not writing sooner but my dad said better late than never so hopefully you’re not too upset with me! I’ll try my best to write faster next time so you don’t have to wait as long. I’m looking forward to hearing about everything you’ve been up to!! Love Robin c: ps. my dad’s friend finally helped me fix that old polaroid so I’ve sent you some random pictures I took to test it out! I’m still getting used to it but the next ones will be better, I swear!

… the treehouse! it even has cool lights on it!! the back of our house! it’s so big it’s hard to fit in a picture.. it sorta looks fancy but it’s not really n’ dad said it was cheap cos it was a shithole a rare Byrd! (grumpy too – dad tried to take his dummy off him lol) he’s not supposed to be on my bed… the Bay! Jude says I sound girly for saying it’s so pretty here but I don’t care I could take a million pictures of this place n’ never get bored (I’ll stop now though cos mom says these polaroid things aren’t cheap for this model.. oops lol!!)

#ts4 #sims 4 #simblr #ts4 story #sims story #forever in between #fib #alexandra sampson #brodie sampson #robin finch #IN SPIRIT #sdkjdk #he finally wrote baaaack 🤸‍♀️ #i love his letters sm #and alex's #but i don't wanna write a million of em lmao #let's just assume they're gonna resume writing to one another fervently from now on ok? #cos we're gonna leave these guys n robin be for a while #let robin work on his 'meditation' in peace n all that #maybe check in on some other folk 👀 #might take a lil break first tho idk #only a tiny one probs #q'ing this like.. a week ago so who knows #been super busy training at work recently n with life so hooooo boy #x.x #NEWAY #<333 #ily guys

[arminsesposa]

Hi!! <3 If your requests are open, is it fine to get one about young Nanami constantly rejecting his feelings by acting nonchalantly. She would try to get his attention, but he just ignores her. One day he ends up lashing out :(( how would that turn out lmao

Fess Up! (Young Kento Nanami x Female Reader)

He’s really trying his best to hide his feelings for you until one day he accidentally snaps

Kinda angst to fluff?? Thank you for your request! :3

2nd writing lol, but if you’d like send some requests and I’ll try my best!

Reblogs and likes very much appreciated <3

Compared to the rest of his classmates, Kento Nanami enjoyed keeping to himself. He was often quiet and reserved always spending time with Haibara as he watched you from afar always around Geto and Gojo. Despite how he felt about you, and the way his heart beat would increase when you were around and the small blush that spread across his face whenever you would talk to him, Nanami made it his goal for you to never find out how he truly feels. He never truly imagined to fall for someone like you as he always saw you hang out with idiots like Gojo and Geto which made him scowl a bit despite how much Haibara tried to reassure him. As Nanami began to hide his feelings for you by beginning to ignore your approaches and simply not care about your existence thinking he was doing a fantastic job of hiding his feelings.

You on the other hand dreaded this. You fell for Nanami for his quiet and reserved personality and you loved listening to his thoughts. You loved the type of person he is and it’s what caused you to fall first. Surrounding yourself with Gojo and Geto for some help on how to approach him reminding you to never ask them for any advice ever again. As you attempted to find Nanami by himself in order to approach him it always seemed to never work as he gave you the cold shoulder or simply didn’t react to you. It obviously hurt knowing that he never spoke to you as your heart winced at the thought that he actually hated you. When it was actually the complete opposite.

As You were walking to find Shoko, you spotted Nanami sitting on a bench alone as you saw this as an immediate sign to get his attention and talk to him. As you approached the bench, you gave him a warm smile as you greeted him only to be met with a nod from him as he didn’t even utter a word. “How have you been?” You asked Nanami as you sat next to him, Nanami’s heart dropping as you took the seat next to him as he responded to you back bluntly. “Okay” you nodded awkwardly at his one word answer as you decided to change the subject beginning to talk about something funny that happened between Gojo and Geto. “You should’ve seen what Gojo did to Geto the other day!! during class we were writing notes down and Gojo—“ As you were speaking Nanami seemed to grow upset as you mentioned Gojos name with such excitement. Couldn’t you tell that he liked you? As something in him snapped from his sudden nonchalant facade as he lashed out at you. “I don’t care about you! Can’t you tell? I don’t care about what Gojo did so why bring it up to me!” He finished his thought with an annoyed scoff that you cared about Gojo so much wishing that you noticed him instead not realizing the impact he left on you as he felt his heart drop when he looked back at you.

Those were words you didn’t want to hear from the person you liked. As the words he used and the way he lashed out made you realize how annoying you were. You felt your throat tighten as you were quiet, Nanami’s instant regret from lashing out on you as he watched how You stood up quietly and left not saying a word as Nanami immediately regretted what he said to you knowing he messed up big time. He decided to give you some space before going to look for you, no one knew where you were almost as if you disappeared. He didn’t know what to do as he knew this was all his fault. As the sun began to set and he had no luck finding you, until something in the far park bench caught his attention.

As he began to approach the bench, he saw you looking out the view of the park the sun beginning to set your headphones on as you ignored everything around you. You didn’t even realize Nanami standing near you as he stood at the other end of the bench. “Is this seat taken?” Giving him the same treatment back as you nodded not saying anything to him. He sat next to you realizing he had no other choice but to finally confess the feelings he has been truly hiding from you. “Look, it was wrong for me to lash out at you. You didn’t deserve that” He started off by saying honestly no longer nonchalantly as he needed you to hear him out. “I’m seriously head over heels for you. I just want to get to know you and only you” He admitted blushing and looking away from you embarrassed that he finally confessed. As you stared at him in awe hearing the words you were one day hoping to hear as you smiled at him. The two of you sharing a quiet moment on the bench sitting next to each other as you leaned your head on his shoulder watching the sunset together. Nanami began to blush at how close you two were as you whispered back to him softly “I like you too” finally fessing up your feelings.

#jjk x reader #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #kento nanami x you #jjk kento #nanami kento x reader #arminsesposa #nanami kento #kento x reader #jujutsu kaisen x chubby reader #kento x y/n #kento x you #kento nanami x y/n #nanami x you #nanami fluff #jjk nanami #jujutsu kaisen nanami #kento nanami #kento nanami x reader #jujutsu kento #jjk x fem!reader #jjk x plus size reader #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #jujutsu x reader #jujutsu nanami

[the-dendrophile-bookdragon]

Play with me

Pairing: Modern!Daemon Targaryen x fem!reader

Warning: Sugar Daddy AU, dark dom Daemon, slight obsessive behaviour, slight dacryphilia, ass slapping, none proper use of a belt, masturbating, orgasm denial, smut, a sprinkle of slight soft dom Daemon

Summary: Daemon needs his favourite toy to let off some steam.

A/N: This piece is a contripution to @targaryen-dynasty sleepover challenge. Reblogs and comments are appreaciated. Have fun! Please note, English is not my first language.

Walking into her apartment she felt like falling into bed and waking up when her aching body had healed itself. She threw her bag on a chair at her dinner table and sat down on her couch. She threw her head against the back of the couch.

Her eyes were only closed for a moment as her phone rang. A deep sigh escaped her lips before she opened her eyes to look at her phone.

Her heartbeat was faster as she read his message. She thought long and hard about what she would answer him. Coming up with only a simple one.

With bated breath, she watched as the three dots appeared on her screen. She could feel her anxiety slowly growing. She knew she had broken a rule. The sound of a new text brought her out of her head.

She texted him back immediately. Her hands slightly shaking.

What she didn’t expect was a phone call. It must have been urgent if he was too impatient to answer her via text message. She picked up, her voice meek as she greeted him. “Why did you not come into office today?” He barked out. She shrunk slightly.

He seemed on edge. His voice filled with rage and something far darker. “I have written it in the calendar. I was at a meeting, representing the company. Representing you.” She whispered.

She could hear a drawn-out sigh. “Be naked when I come home.” He growled before he hung up. Her body shivered. She let her phone fall onto the cushion of the couch. Her shaky legs moved to her bedroom.

She got undressed quickly. Her clothes disappeared into the hamper or her closet. She knew he didn’t like it when she was messy.

Patiently she waited for him on her bed. Her knees began to hurt as she leaned on them. But she knew he liked it when she was in slight discomfort. Her body slightly shivered as the cold air nipped at her skin. She wrapped herself in her duvet until she heard the click of her front door. She unwrapped herself as fast as she could and put the duvet into order.

She could hear the frustration from Daemon’s actions and how he threw his briefcase to the floor. Or how he threw his shoes into the foyer. His walk to the bedroom sounded like a monster was approaching it. Fear softly crept up on her. The sound of his belt opening made her gasp softly. He was beyond frustrated with her.

“Bunny, I hope you are naked as I ask you to.” He called out to her. His voice was slightly strained. He walked inside with his leather belt in hand and a dark look on his face as he saw her kneeling naked on her bed.

He walked up to her and grabbed at her chin, holding her chin up with his index finger and thumb. “Here I am, giving you a stable job, a stable income. A beautiful home. And all I ever ask of you is to tell me where you are.” He made a clicking noise with his tongue. “Maybe I should install a tracking app on your phone. Or give you a necklace with a tracker in it.”

His hand moved from her chin to her throat. He held her, not squeezing it. “How will you repay me, kitten?” He asks with a dark smirk. She looked at him with slight fear in her eyes. “My loyalty.” She whispered.

Daemon chuckled darkly. “Oh, the same loyalty you ignored today. You want to repay me with that?” He bared his teeth at her as he spat his words in her face, applying slight pressure on her throat. A soft gasp managed to escape her throat.

“No,” she whispered gently. Her hands slowly moved to his dress pants. As she opened the button, he stopped her. “No!” He barked out. Her hands immediately went to her side. She looked up at him with wide eyes, waiting for his command.

“When I let go of your throat, you will lay down on the bed and start playing with yourself.” He squeezed her throat a little tighter. “Understood?” She nodded, which didn’t please Daemon in the slightest. “Use your big girl words, sweetheart.” “Yes, daddy.” She rasped.

Daemon leaned down, kissing her harshly. “Good girl.” He whispered into her ear. “Now, I want you to touch yourself.” He let go of her throat and sat down at the armchair in the corner of her room.

She looked at him like a deer caught in the headlights. He cleared his throat and raised an eyebrow at her. She scrambled on her bed trying to work against his impatient nature. Positioning herself so he would have a good view of her.

His fingers impatiently tapped at the armrest of the chair. He watched her like a hawk. The shadows of the room cast a mysterious shadow around him.

Her hands began to snake between her thighs. She could feel her arousal had already spread onto her thighs. Her fingers softly caught on her sticky thighs. Daemon smirked as he saw the glistening of her juices spread across her thigs and tripping down her womanhood.

Her fingers went lower. She gasped loudly as her index finger made contact with her aching pearl. Her back arched slightly. “Permission to touch me, sir?” Daemon only grunted. With small circles, she began to tease herself.

Daemon watched with glee as her thighs began to shake softly. “Faster.” He grunted out. She obeyed immediately. Her whimpers become louder. It was music to his ears.

His eyes roamed over every inch of her glorious body. Mine. He growled under his breath as he watched her pleasure herself. “Add another finger and put pressure on your clit, baby.” She obeyed. Her moans get louder. “What a good girl you can be for daddy, hm?” She nodded. Her mind was nearly gone from the pleasure she was feeling.

“Stop!” He growled suddenly. She whined but obeyed. He observed her. Seeing how her chest was rising and falling rapidly. How her breathing was rigid. He saw her thighs tremble slightly. How her toes were curled into the duvet. “Look at you.” He taunted. “Such a needy kitten. Do you want fingers inside you?” He knew her body like the back of his hand. She was close to the edge. She whined but knew she wasn’t getting far with it. “Yes, sir.” She croaked. “Get on with it, kitten!” He demanded.

Her fingers slipped down her womanhood. Her body shook faintly as her fingers ran down her sensitive pussy. Her back arched as one of her fingers slipped inside of her. “Slowly.” Daemon chided her. She nodded, moving her finger slowly in and out of her. Her eyes closed at the torture feeling, imagining his fingers pumping in and out of her.

“Add another one, kitten.” He demanded. She did as he said, much to his enjoyment. His grin widened. His eyes never left her fingers pumping in and out of her.

He could feel his cock straining against his slacks painfully. Slowly he opened them. Slipping his fingers inside his briefs and softly palming his aching member. “Such a good kitten for daddy.” He breathed out.

A soft whine escaped her lips. A noise Daemon had mistaken as one of discomfort. He leaned slightly forward, his hand slipping from his trousers as he brazed both on the armrest, ready to stand up if she needed him. “What is it, darling?” His concerned voice rang through the room. She could see the worry dancing in his eyes. “What hurts?”

She whined again as she pumped her fingers in and out of her core. “They are not enough.” She whispered hoarsely. Daemon leaned back and relaxed into the back of the chair. His concern disappeared in an instant. “Oh, and here I thought you were in actual discomfort.” He clicked his tongue in disappointment. “That is what you get for leaving me alone in the office.” He taunted her. “You have to be grateful for what you get. As did I. Had to use my fucking hands like a teenager again.”

She moaned pitifully, trying to get him to yield. “Bunny, you know I am not that gullible.” He taunted her. “I am sorry, daddy.”

Daemon went back to palming his cock in his trousers. “I thought you would check your calendar.” She whispered. Daemon chuckled humourlessly. “Why do you think I would do that if I got you to do it? It is your job I gave you, bunny.” A shuddering breath escaped her lips. “It will not happen again, Daddy.” She whispered.

Daemon grinned. “I hope you remember your words. Next time you can crawl back to that shitty apartment you had in Flea Bottom.” She whimpered softly. “Are you close, bunny?” He grinned wider. She nodded, “Yes, sir.” She mumbled.

Daemon groaned. “Get your hands away from you and hold them up.” She obeyed. He stalked over to her. Like a predator walking closer to his prey. “What a good girl I have here.” He huskily whispered as he took the hand where her fingers were inside of her and licked at her fingers.

She watched him with bated breath as he licked her fingers clean. His dark eyes looked down at her. His grin showed around her digits. With a pop, he let go of them. “Have you seen my present for you?” She nodded softly. Her body shifted to her nightstand. Her hands closed around the cold black leather of the chocker. She held it up for him to show it to him. “Put it on, kitten.” He urged her.

She followed his plea, putting on the chocker as tight as she felt comfortable. Daemon’s smirk widened as he watched her put it on. “So beautiful. It looks good with your black Louis Viton dress I got you last week, don’t you think sweetheart?” She nodded softly. “It would.” She agreed meekly.

“Turn on your stomach. Let me see those soft cheeks.” Daemon growled. She obeyed, turning on her stomach.

She could hear him snarl before the leather of his belt made contact with her bare ass cheek. She cried out in pain and pleasure. “Count!” She did, loudly. When she whimpered out eight he stopped. Softly caressing the abused flesh. “Eight fucking hours without you in the office. I thought I would shoot myself just to feel something else than boredom.” She whimpered as he seethed into her ear. “I am sorry, sir. It won’t happen again.” She whispered. Tears running down her cheeks.

Daemon chuckled softly. “It better won’t.” His threat went straight to her core, clenching around nothing. He tsked at her body's reaction. “Be patient, kitten.” He slapped the right cheek of her ass again, this time with his large hand. She moaned softly. The pain mixed with pleasure.

He quickly removed his clothes. Pumping himself he leaned close to her ear. “I hope you had your shot this month. Because a pill won’t protect you this time.” He whispered into her ear before sheathing himself inside of her in one go. She cried out at the stretch. His pace was brutal from the beginning. He didn’t even give her time to adjust to him.

She held on to the duvet beneath her as he rutted into her. “I will fill you up so many times, you will feel me for days inside of you.” He grunted out. His hands grabbed at her hips harshly. She knew there would be bruises the next day.

“Maybe I buy a plug for you. So it would stay inside of you longer.” He grinned. His pace growing faster. She moaned out his name. The pictures in her head began to dance in front of her closed eyes.

“Next time you are at a conference I am with you. Physically,” He thrusted deeper into her. Daemon was nearing his peak at a fast pace. All his built-up anger turns into uncontrollable lust and arousal. With two hard pumps, he stilled inside of her. She cried out as she felt the twitching of his cock and the hot spurts of his cum painting her sensitive walls. “Or in another form.” He moaned out.

He stayed inside of her for a few more minutes. Feeling his spend mixed with her juices run down his thighs. “What a mess we made.” He chuckled. “You gonna clean me up, bunny?” She nodded eagerly. The cocky smirk returned to his face. “Later. Get your ass up. I need to fulfil my promise to you.”

Main Masterlist

Can't get enough? Tell me about it...

#daemon targaryen x reader #daemon targaryen smut #daemon targaryen imagine #daemon targaryen x you #daemon targaryen fanfic #daemon targeryan #daemon targaryen #daemon targeryen x reader #daemon prince #prince daemon targaryen #aemondtarqaryenssleepover