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ficnation · 1 year
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Hi, can I possibly be added to your taglist? Please and thank you.
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jackhues · 16 days
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YOU SUCK AT UNO - PADDOCK PASS, BABY [ PART THREE ]
in which y/n plays the part of best friend and professional gaslighter for the weekend (saudi arabia 24)
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liked by pierregasly, charles_leclerc, kimi.antonelli & others
y/nhamilton: death, taxes, and doriane (MY BESTIE IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD) winning races
tagged: lewishamilton, doriane_pin, georgerussel63
pinned y/nhamilton: also, shoutout susie for being the best in the whole world and letting me sit in the car !!!! -> username: susie supremacy
doriane_pin: i love you 🤍 -> y/nhamilton: love you more 💜 -> username: my roman empire i love this duo -> username: my roman empire is how good these two could've been in the f1 academy together -> username: OMG I NEVER REALIZED I NEEDED THAT -> username: y/n doesn't race? -> username: no, she started karting but apparently she was never insanely interested in it. so lewis told her she didn't have to do it anymore and they stopped
doriane_pin: THAT'S MY BEST FRIEND -> y/nhamilton: stopppp, you got me blushing and shii
mercedesamgf1: woo go doriane!!!
f1: congrats doriane!!
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y/nhamilton
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y/nhamilton: signing out from saudi arabia 💜
tagged: lewishamilton, ollibearman, charles_leclerc, pierregasly
pinned y/nhamilton: also shoutout to ollie for absolutely crushing it!! pierre, you need to get better at uno asap. and @/carlossainz55 ⭐⭐ -> carlossainz55: 🌟🌟
olliebearman: thanks y/n!!
username: i love how the entire grid is just praising ollie this weekend
pierregasly: you play uno wrong -> y/nhamilton: no. you're just bad -> lewishamilton: i should've warned you about this -> pierregasly: yeah you should've -> username: all hail our gaslighting queen y/n hamilton liked by y/nhamilton
charles_leclerc: where are my flowers? -> lewishamilton: you're not my daughter -> charles_leclerc: which means i didn't force you to wear clip on earrings after races when i was a kid. i think i deserve some flowers -> y/nhamilton: seb your kid is trying to steal my dad again -> username: i love everything about this
logansargeant: 🌴🌴
maxverstappen1: no podium picture? -> y/nhamilton: no.
oscarpiastri: can i have my cap back? -> y/nhamilton: tell lando to give me my bracelet back -> landonorris: it's my bracelet now -> y/nhamilton: noooooooooooo -> oscarpiastri: i literally just wanted my hat back guys -> username: poor oscar getting caught in the crossfire
f1: we'll be back in two weeks!!
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TAGLIST: @67-angelofthelordme-67 , @somepeoplemaybe , @nothaqks , @theforevermorereject , @thatonesblog , @deviltsunoda , @xoscar03 , @mess-is-my-aesthetic <3
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NOTE: third part out! if you guys want to see something that already happened in prev seasons, send in an ask/comment! don't forget to like + reblog <3
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kiatheinsomniac · 5 months
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hi kia :) are you doing ok? i hope you are queen 💃 I was wondering if you could write how the assassins (altair, ezio, connor, arno, jacob) would react to a reader who suddenly passed out after standing up too fast 😭 it happened to me yesterday and it made me laugh so hard afterwards like thats the goofiest way to pass out ever 💀 iron deficiency queen 👏
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☾ ⋆ ゚𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 / 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: bestie mood. i stand up too quickly and immediately go semi-blind and have to lean on things for support lol 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: altaïr, ezio, ratonhnhaké:ton | connor, arno, jacob 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: none
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。・:*˚:✧。 altaïr ibn-la'ahad
♡ he's got the fastest reflexes you've ever seen, he's lunging to catch you so you don't fall or hit your head. He immediately checks that you're still breathing and will cup your face in his hands and give firm pats to your cheeks while talking loudly to you, trying to pull you back to consciousness
♡ when he finds out why you've passed out, he's immediately reprimanding you and sending you to go and eat enough nutritious foods.
。・:*˚:✧。 ezio auditore
♡ he wasn't quick enough to catch you yes this is based on how quick you have to be to interact with the game or you don't get to hug Leonardo sobs but he does immediately check you over for injury, your head being the first he checks. He lays you on your back with your head in his lap as he waits the few moments it takes for you to return to consciousness
♡ he immediately begins to ask how you feel and if anywhere hurts and wants to know if you're sick or if you've been eating or drinking enough. He'll pick you up bridal style and cook you a meal himself if it's older Ezio but younger Ezio will lay you down somewhere cosy while he sends for a servant to cook for you.
。・:*˚:✧。 ratonhnhaké:ton | connor kenway
♡ he won't show it but he panics. He's watched his village be burned to the ground as a child and his life's work revolves around killing people so when he sees you drop to the floor, his first though isn't that you've fainted but that you've died.
♡ he soon gets over that moment of gut-wrenching panic though and comes to his senses, immediately checking you over for injury, checking your temperature and your breathing. He sets you down somewhere comfortable, assuming you're now on your way to bruising from hitting the ground. He makes sure that you get plenty to eat and drink, trying to use the most nutritious ingredients he can for you.
。・:*˚:✧。 arno dorian
♡ another one who panics due to childhood trauma: when he sees someone laid on the floor like that, for a moment, that awful memory of his father flashes before his eyes. He's not so good at hiding his concern as Connor is though. The panic is evident in his voice as he calls out to you and dashes to your side.
♡ Arno knows to make sure that you haven't hit your head or anything and he sets your head in his lap while he waits for you to regain consciousness. When your eyes do open again and you look up at him, you'll see teary eyes and shaking hands on him. But he's just relieved you're ok. You'll get a very pointed tongue-lashing from him following by him insisting on making sure you're well-fed and hydrated
。・:*˚:✧。 jacob frye
♡ with quick reflexes and his very extroverted personality, Jacob is either fast enough to catch you or surrounded by some Rooks who he can call to so they can break your fall if he's too far. His first worry is that you're overworking yourself so he makes sure you get a break from work
♡ cannot cook to save his life so he's had to go out and order food to bring back for you (or he's begged Evie to cook for which he now owes her many favours) but he insists that you eat and drink well to recover
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jeannineee · 7 months
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𝒦𝒾𝓃𝓀𝓉𝑜𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝑀𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟥
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author’s note: This post can also be found in my MAIN MASTERLIST
I will link the fics here each day as they’re posted.
If you would like to be added to the taglist, comment below or DM me.
Reminder!!
warnings: this masterlist will solely contain smut. If you are a minor, go away.
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day one: overstimulation with Azriel (posted)
day two: breeding with Eris (posted)
day three: spanking with Dorian (posted)
day four: wax play with Eris (posted)
day five: bondage with Cassian (posted)
day six: pegging with Lucien (posted)
day seven: face-fucking with Azriel (posted)
day eight: face-sitting with Ruhn (posted)
day nine: collar/leash with Manon (posted)
day ten: shadow play with Azriel (posted)
day eleven: edging with Rowan (posted)
day twelve: wing play with Cassian (posted)
day thirteen: public sex with Aelin (posted)
day fourteen: voyeurism with Rhysand (posted)
day fifteen: size kink with Cassian (posted)
day sixteen: threesome with Nesta and Cassian (posted)
day seventeen: outdoor sex with Lucien (posted)
day eighteen: 69’ing with Eris (posted)
day nineteen: praise with Rhysand (posted)
day twenty: degradation with Nesta (posted)
day twenty-one: daddy kink with Rhysand (posted)
day twenty-two: knife play with Azriel (posted)
day twenty-three: food play with Bryce (posted)
day twenty-four: choking with Dorian (posted)
day twenty-five: sex toys with Eris
day twenty-six: thigh riding with Cassian
day twenty-seven: cockwarming with Lorcan
day twenty-eight: sex pollen with Rhysand
day twenty-nine: sensory deprivation with Rowan
day thirty: corruption with Azriel
day thirty-one: somnophilia with Cassian
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thisismeracing · 1 month
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Literature lovers | CS55 (patreon exclusive)
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― Pairing: Professor!Sainz x TA!reader (she/her) ― Warning: implied age gap (reader is in her mid-twenties, Carlos in his mid-thirties); mentions of food and alcohol; graphic description of sex (p in v, oral –fem receiving, dirty talk); Use of Cassio Sanchez instead of Carlos Sainz for known reasons. (5.1k words) ― Summary: One of your favorite writers once said that “destiny guides our fortunes more favorably than we could have expected”, deep down you knew he was right, but you had never given it too much thought. Well, at least not until you heard the Spanish Literature professor say those words looking at you. Of course, it was dangerous grounds, but things clicked, and as he said so himself, destiny guided you together.
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Growing up, you always heard about how you had to be the best, had to run twice as fast as others, train more, and still hear how lucky you were. It was something that tired you once college came around. Yet,  it was almost like second nature to you, doing things as close to perfection as possible. That’s how you ended up getting into your master's right after graduating, that’s how you turned out being a teacher’s assistant to one of the most famous professors on campus, and coming to think about it, you guess that’s how he ended up recommending you to everyone.
That’s the reason he recommended you to Carlos Sainz, the Spanish Literature professor.
Your professor, English literature specialist, George Russell, was a posh Englishman who would occasionally forget some of his materials and schedules, always having a book on his nose and talking about it. You and he hit it off quickly. You were his favorite student, and when you became his assistant, he was even happier because you were just so organized, and punctual.
When George told you he was “lending” your teacher’s assistant’s services to another professor, because he was off, and his colleague had a few conferences that month, besides taking over his classes, you accepted. George knew you loved Spanish language literature, and he knew you and Carlos would work well together. At least that’s what he told you before sending you Carlos' work e-mail and handing you a copy of the uncensored version of The Picture of Dorian Gray, a book you had been trying to get for months but hadn’t been able to find that particular edition.
While setting some of your things for the first day with Carlos, you stared at his e-mail for the hundredth time. You didn’t know him. Your Spanish Literature classes were all completed during an exchange in Colombia, and the University was big enough for you not to know every professor by name or face.
Still, you took a deep breath and wrote an e-mail to Professor Sainz about some of your ideas for the upcoming semester, well aware that you had accepted the role and you would make it work. You liked to think that you could have denied George's request and could have told him about a personal project you’ve been working on, but you said yes.
One of your favorite writers once said that “destiny guides our fortunes more favorably than we could have expected”. Deep down you knew he was right, but you had never given it too much thought. Well, at least not until you heard the Spanish Literature professor say those words looking at you.
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He keeps his eyes on your face, and you smile after swallowing a bite and finally opening yours.
“I take it, you liked the dish?” His amused, yet provocative tone made you shiver the slightest.
“It’s perfect, Carlos. Now I’m feeling bad I bought a cake from a bakery, instead of making our dessert myself,” you complained, taking another bite. Carlos caught the joke in your tone and smirked, eyes finally wandering down your body, or what the table lets his big brown orbs see.
The V-neck dress was not scandalous per se, it has sleeves that go to your wrists, and it’s not form-fitting, but rather loose around your body. It showed the right amount of skin. And Carlos couldn’t have loved your choice more.
His eyes found yours after a few seconds, it’s almost like he’s making sure you’re comfortable with his gaze, and the way you lean slightly on the table giving him the perfect view is answer enough.
“Don’t worry about dessert, you know we have it covered.”
“Do we?” You add to the tension, and Carlos chuckles.
“Oh, we sure do,” he nods, taking a sip of his wine. “In fact, how do you feel about skipping the whole meal and going straight to dessert?”
“It sure sounds tempting.”
“Do you want it?”
He was still sitting and hadn’t made any move indicating he was about to go your way. You knew this game you were playing and knew that the way he was throwing the questions your way was Carlos studying you, making sure you were comfortable with the outcome. He wanted you to be comfortable. He always wants it, and you can tell from the small details.
No pressure.
Never pressure.
He wanted you to want him.
And oh, how you do!
“I want it.”
He smirked. You heard the scrape of the chair against the wooden floor and watched as he walked barefoot to you. The first few buttons of his white button-up were undone showing you his tan skin where a few dark strands of hair peek out on what you can tell was a remarkably toned body.
Carlos pushed your chair back, turning it to him. He parted your thighs the best he could with your dress and kneeled between your legs. From this angle, he looked even hotter.
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andraxicated · 2 years
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-LOVERS OF THE EMPRESS- (series masterlist)
Pairings: Genshin men x f! reader
Synopsis: Born and bred to be empress, your clan has sent many women to the royal court but never the most coveted position out of them all. Thanks to your schematic family, the moment you came to this world was when the first empress has been rid of, presenting the fate of a mere newborn. Try to adjust to your life in the throne as your heart is shaken by the men who came to your life, one after another. Either as a passerby, a lesson or perhaps true love.
Tags: royalty! au | reverse harem | teyvat empire! au | contains smut/suggestive scenes | angst & fluff/comfort
Status: ongoing Taglist: @strverry @crstilia @ayatoistt @mnemosyneechan @elysiasbei @junephantom21 @kaitlinxyna @apr1cityyy @venti-cecilia @a0ruu @jackysenpaii @loveyasaraa @poweredbyghostadventures @noisyghostranchthing @traumamakesmefunnier @nxjttmr @asteller @earthernal @ultra-ummmm-blr @veralioz @sukunasrealgf @eeeeee12111111 @lizzyolanda1966 @qnnln @kyojade @salamiwrites @eliciana @thearcanafan @k-4lzki @clove-x @differentmusicbakingknight @simp4bakuh03 @deepdinosaurwizard @mei-simp @n-akaharachuuya @moonlightaangel @aminormistakewasmade @makirein @sakublooms @longppanoodle @inl6vewithglenn @semi-orangeapple @neneyashir6
a/n: compiled all the manhwas I read into the ultimate whatever this is | chapters are character centered while going with the flow of the story with appearances from other love interests.
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prologue
chapter one | the prince's comfort
chapter two | dorian
chapter three | springtime crush
chapter four | man on the tower
chapter five | sanctuary in the woods
chapter six | what he saw that night
-future chapters tba-
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end notes: this. was supposed to be a smut headcanon. like you fuck around and stuff but it got too much inspiration so it turned to this. and I absolutely love royalty au so I felt like it would be a wasted potential to make it a smut headcanon. + let me know if u want to be tagged.
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readychilledwine · 1 month
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✨️What Readychilledwine's favorite SJM males would call you✨️
💝Just a little headcanon of what my favorite males would call you as their mate. This is part 2 because tumblr limits how many images you can post 💝
Warning - she's long because of the fanart, but I figured we all deserve some eye candy today
(P.s. fanart is credited unless I could not find the creator, if you happen to know, please comment so I can add it.)
🌙 Crescent City 🌙
Ruhn - Michelle Taiki Art, Hunt - Anna Stone, Tharion - Sncinder
Ruhn
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✨️ my mate, hot stuff, momma (regardless of momma status), queen ✨️
Hunt
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⚡️angel, little wife, sugar, my other half, baby girl⚡️
Tharion
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🌊wifey, hun, baby, sweetheart, Lady Whatever🌊
👑 Throne of Glass 👑
Rowan - Dominque Wesson, Fenrys - Morgana0anagrom, Lorcan- secia fanart (its ai I apologize), Sam- Beth Gilbert art, Gavriel - Morgana0anagrom, Dorian - Mads Schofield
Rowan
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🪶 sugar, lovey, baby, dove, little bird, my queen 🪶
Fenrys
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🐾pet, lovebug, little doe, baby🐾
Lorcan
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🌌 princess, wife, dearest, my lady, little one🌌
Sam
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🗡sweetheart, dear, my heart, my lady🗡
Gavriel
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💛tigress, mate, precious, princess💛
Dorian
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🖤 my light, my queen, darling, goddess🖤
💝💝peep part 1 for the ACOTAR males here💝💝
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onyourhyuck · 1 year
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Crimson Lace Part One. | Mark Lee (M)
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Prologue: “Thought you said studying was for losers and it was a waste of your time?” + “I changed my mind.”
Summery: Minhyun, the older twin, has become obsessed with you. He wants you to himself but When he finds out his younger twin brother, Mark, shares the same feelings for you he is determined to claim you first. Who will you choose?
The Warnings: Love Triangle. Mark Lee Twin Tropes. Trouble maker who looks mean but is only sweet to her trope >>> . Fem Reader. Possessiveness. Groping. Hair pulling. Face fucking. Dom!Minhyun. Unprotected sex, please wrap your willys before you tap it. Ass play. Hitting it raw from the back. Mention of breeding (but only mentioned once) Studying sesh that goes wrong ;). Minhyuns secretly a sweetheart who’s just in love but acts like he isn’t…
The Taglist: @yesohhsehun @chardonnayyyy @dearj43 @jwicore @skzennie
The Notes: This fic is long + There will be a part 2 with Mark’s story. Lmk if you want to be on Taglist.
Cover Credit: @dearj43 tysm bb you’re the best 🙏
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The presentation ends as much as your will to live currently expires like a sappy old milk rotting at the bottom of the sinking fridge shelf . You felt yourself grow tired, yawning in your palm, cleaning up the open booklets from the lesson that has ended finally; you started to pray for it to end. However, one thing brings you back ultimately from your drowsiness and a near-midway-lesson nap.
“Who would’ve thought Y/n was slacking off having a goodnight nap through class right now?” Said the electric blue hair boy, wearing street way stylish clothes and his hair gelled up in to rough cliffs. The boy, Mark, was in every class you have and because of how much your time tables clash you became friends quickly. Ever since the two stuck like two peas in a pod. But there was another person in the dynamic.
Mark Lee is known for having a twin that was a complete polar opposite of each other, it felt like a big Shakespeare juxtaposition writing technique , honestly; it stuns everyone knowing how different they are to one another. It’s as if they were never related but that’s impossible considering they look freakishly identical face wise. But other than that, they act like complete strangers. They don’t enjoy speaking to each other, hell, you witness them ignoring each other at school. Though it’s not like Mark will run into Minhyun a lot considering his twin is a troublemaker. He doesn’t attend school. He doesn’t show any care for it actually. Unlike Mark, who cares about his classes, though, he tries his way to pass— he isn’t exactly the most smart either.
But he is very musically gifted. It’s one thing you love about Mark, it is the way he turns anything into music. He connects every little thing in everyday life you’d never expect to actually be connecting to music, and makes it fit right in. You remember once the cafeteria was serving kimchi jjigae one day and you and Mark sat down eating it; out of nowhere he starts rapping about kimchi jjigae and you swore you had second hand embarrassment but also found it completely comedically perfect. It was so random yet so funny. It went viral online too because other students inside the cafeteria were recording it.
To this day, Mark has been haunted by that video and he absolutely goes ballistic whenever he gets recognised by someone outside of UNI or inside of the campus.
Your lips fell apart as another soft yawn comes out, your hands shift on the books grabbing them as your pelvis shifts from the chair. You stand meeting Mark halfway from the class and outside. “I couldn’t sleep last night allow it. I had to pull an all-nighter for the Oscar Wilde analysis. I knew I was going to hate Wilde the moment i saw The Picture Of Dorian Gray book on my desk.” You sleepily added as your bodies walk side to side with Mark, his bag only one strap on the left shoulder, hands tucked inside the front black cargos pockets, watching you on the sideline as you complained your sad English-literature life away about how much Oscar Wilde is an absolute righteous dick for making The Picture Of Dorian Gray. Don’t get anything wrong but you don’t hate the piece. But if you are stuck late at night around 5am trying to figure out why the hell Dorian did what he did— without having to cuss in your analysis report saying ‘Dorian is a big dickhead’. It’s hard.
Mark loosely chimes at your long rant you’ve done from the classroom and inside the campus all the way to the front gates leaving the campus sight. Seriously, you can go on and on with venting and Mark could listen all day. He loves listening to you. But your conversation came to be cut close when his eyes look forward noticing an annoyingly vibrant red hair ; black leather jacket and a red Porsche outside parked out of the university. Many students watch the stranger, though Mark wished the person was a stranger. How badly he wished Minhyun wasn’t here outside waiting for you.
It’s hard sharing a mutual friend you both equally love and want your time to be shared with when the two brothers completely despise each other and want to forget their blood relation too.
You turn to Mark who looks glum and completely apprehensive. “Seriously guys why can’t you both get along?” You smack your lips together until Minhyun comes forward as his eyes fell on to you, completely ignoring Mark’s presence that seems to be the least acknowledge in his brain.
They really do hate each other.
“I refuse to get along with someone who literally hates watermelon.” Mark childishly adds as his lips pucker, shifting his head away from Minhyun. He seems so easily agitated, much Minhyun was unbothered. He fondly mocks his little brothers child’s-play tactics. “And i refuse to speak someone who cannot cook a bloody egg at his big age.”
Mark glares silently though you stare at the two boys in completely disbelief before shaking your head pushing past the two boys ridiculously petting you their anger but once you were gone their minds were put back on to you and they both follow you like lost puppies crawling back to their mother. Wanting the outmost attention, love, affection and time from you. But only one can get all from you and they don’t wish to share you. Whether it would be a single moment. They don’t want you to be with someone else yet along with one another. Minhyun wants you. Mark wants you. They don’t want to share you.
“Move out my way Markus.” Minhyun growls throwing an elbow to the leaner boy.
Mark hissed as his hands palm and shove the boy’s face, as breathing belts darkly. “Piss off Lee Minhyun.”
They push and shove each other just to get to you first but once you turned around with a huff, swearing a puff of white smoke emits from your ears, nostrils and the head as the boiling anger from within raises to high blood pressure— they back away slightly scared. If it’s one thing the two brothers know it is that you are ballistically terrifying when angry and they don’t wish to deal with angry you.
“You know what I’m going home alone today. How about you guys leave me alone if you cannot stay in one space long enough to be around me.” You add to them with a growl before walking off in the distance leaving the two stunned boys who let go off each other’s bodies with a soft whine leaving their lips. Minhyun let’s out a loose groan, you were supposed to get inside his car, it’s why he drove here. But Mark had to ruin it didn’t he. Mark on the other hand promised to walk you home! You always do that.
Mark rubs the back of his head. “What about our walk Y/n!” He calls out to you, though you ignore him.
Minhyun snarking. “I was suppose driving her home today.” Mark gawks at his brother. “As if. We always walk home.”
He rolls his eyes. “You really need to realise that she likes me better and you are simply the spare. I am the real deal. She clearly wants me and not you.”
He balls his tongue inside his tongue before he looks at Minhyun with a deadly glare in the black iris’ pupils, a look that could kill though he didn’t have enough body pressure to throw a punch. It wouldn’t be a first time that happened with them.
“You shut your mouth. You don’t know anything about her.” Mark said grabbing forward Minhyun by the collar. “Talk to me when you know what her favourite movie or Starbucks order is, Dickhead.” Letting go off the fabric leather collar as he walks off leaving Minhyun smirking at the angered boy.
Truth be honest, Mark has the most troubling anger management issues. Minhyun has never struggled with anger. Instead he struggles with his constant jealousy problem.
It’s funny though to see his little brother get so worked up, seeing the way his face turns hellish; Minhyun has to admit he must be head over heels for you, but that no can’t do.
He can’t have you. You’re his. He’s about to make sure of it.
The screen from your laptop welcomed you with bright light beckoning enough to warmly scorch your poorly tired and sore eyes as to last nights stupidly frustrating all-nighter ; what frustrates you the most is that you have an limitless pile of deadlines tasks to do therefore it looks like you’ll be needing to do more than one goddamn nighter. You can’t help but remember how your mother said to your high schooler self in the past that university was fun. Fun? If so when does the real fun start because fast forwarding three years you are still here with your head buried in books and your mentality reaching its downright limit .
You hear a door knock and as your eyes linger off your laptop you stand up and rush to the front reaching it to open, you thought this better be important enough to distraught you from your studies, and it was. Your eyes widen as you look at the unfamiliar face standing in an very unfamiliar setting. Minhyun in front of your door? Why? What did he need from you that seems so urgent considering the wet hair, soaking from the rain you haven’t even noticed it started to pour down, all the clothes sticking on his poor freezing body. His face had a sense of conflict and urgency that you felt the need to question, but when you’re about to speak and ask why he’s here, Minhyun pushes his hand on your doorway leaning down to your face.
His breathe was deathly cold you saw white smoke flowing out, his tongue rolling as he spoke. “I’m here for our unannounced study sesh.” He croaks out a smirk as your eyebrows squint together in confusion , wondering what sesh? It hit you right after Minhyun brushes past and enters inside your apartment wandering in front of you. You didn’t fight him or his nuisance presence wherein fact you simply went back to studying at your table on the floor.
Minhyun made himself at home with ease as if he was completely unbothered resting on the floor. You couldn’t focus with his damn presence around though, you hate it, you hate how much you gravitate to Minhyun and his troublesome tactics. You dislike the way he intrigues and controls you. You truly dislike that you want him near even though you know he will be giving out consequences and it truly makes your skin shawl with shivers. He was staring at you already when you look up giving him a short glance before hissing out in complaint.
“Here take the towel. You’re distracting me by how soaking you are on my floor.” He heard you hiss as you threw a white towel at him. Minhyun catches it with one hand before tugging the wet red locks in it and rubbing his cold-frozen face.
He grunts in the towel, finally letting out a relaxed and less stiff sigh. “Ugh that feels better.” You raise your eyebrow shaking your head until he let go off the towel and he crawls closer to the table in which you retort back instantly , starting to interrogate his true intentions of why he came here and what exactly was his deal because there’s no way you would ever study with a guy like Minhyun who shared equal hatred to doing something like that.
“Thought you said studying was for losers and it was a waste of your time?” You throw at the red head boy who gazed at you.
He looks like he was contemplating what to say. Nevertheless he continues taunting leisurely without shame: Minhyun’s the most shameless of them all. Even though you offered plenty of times to give him the opportunity of studying with you because you truly felt bad how far he was behind his university classes, he rejected you and then reprimanded you for trying to help him. Insulting your kindness to offer him a choice to help him through school. So why now? What made him come here to study now.
“I changed my mind.” You saw him shrug his shoulders as he said this and you roll your lips forward. “Oh yeah?” You say back and he hums a nod quickly to you.
His voice creepily lays on you with comfort and it makes your skin prickle as much as you wish to hate it you couldn’t and that is why you’re so conflicted with the way his dark eyes lay on you the more he crawls to you keeping you trapped in your own apartment. “I’d rather be a loser with you than have someone else do that.” He seeks a jealous remark causing your eyes to leave wonders as you let out a sudden softly chuckle in the air, it felt like magic to hear you speak and laugh; it’s insane to think he’s this obsessed with a girl he only met at a campus few times and then slowly throughout the years… you keep meeting and meeting. Like god was simply paving the way for you to meet more and more.
You bring your lips to shut as Minhyun looks at you confused as to why you were laughing at him. “Jealousy is a great motivator for you.” You smirk at him as he looks at you up and down.
Eyeing you like you’re what he wants. Not studying but only you.
He groans, demandingly. “Don’t tease me. It’s hard to control myself around you as it is.” He said with a warning but somehow you didn’t listen and lean closer whispering to his ears. You abandoned your studies without realising. You left your school work for this guy who had you thinking things. Had you feeling things you never wanted to feel.
As your voice leaves a whisper haunting his ears. “Oh yeah? I think I’ll stick to doing just that.” And his lips fell in a straight line when you crawl more to his space between you closing it, it’s the way your eyes flash at him . You were truly sly, he knew it. The way his hands slip round your back suddenly pushing you down on to his lap to sit your lips help a gasp deeply inside as his lips invade yours:
It felt like an intense rollercoaster to be kissing Minhyun with so much movement there wasn’t a time where neither of you were practically suffocating yourself to deepen the kiss, you were both at each other’s disposal but there was something with the way that Minhyun was just in control. But you didn’t hate it in any way, as you knew, he was jealous and it seems to of turned you on seeing him completely infatuated to the point he ran here to see you in middle of a heavy rain storm. He wasn’t sleeping. He wasn’t eating. He wasn’t thinking straight. All thanks to you wondering if Mark is at your place right now, studying, talking or touching you. He wants to be here in his place and he thanks the lord he is.
He felt blessed to have you on his lap and kissing him with twice as passion as he has for you. It threw him off guard as he could only imagine what you tasted and felt like and now it’s happening; “Mh you have no idea how much I’ve fantasied about this. About kissing your lips late at night.” Minhyun hoarsely croaks as he suddenly flips you over to the couch laying you down with a pin as he stays on top. You blink at the sudden change of positions and you couldn’t help but listen in awe. “I have to admit it’s better than i could ever imagine.” Minhyun groaning past your lips, spreading the wet trailing kisses down to the neckline and on your cleavage through the pyjama top.
The boy didn’t hesitate to slide off the pyjama top hungrily eyeing your beautiful resting chest that he gropes and pampering with mini kisses , how comes to acknowledge how you’re wearing a pretty set of Crimson Lace lingerie “This is pretty. But I’d prefer it off…” he says, you felt your thighs clench together the more he teased your nipples with the bare hint of his teeth grazing it. The more he pulls on your nipples and the way the cold air inflicts it with his contrasting hellish warm breathe, coating it with saliva you squeeze a moan in the moment. Minhyun didn’t leave the opportunity to pass when he can finally mark the hell out of your skin. There’s no way he won’t do this.
As his teeth and lips simply abuse your beautiful and clean skin you can’t help but become a desperate mess as to why he was taking his sweet timing being such a slow poke; you wanted him to rail you down on your couch already, you need him, you’re aching for him. But even so you could tell Minhyun was holding back and savouring the moment unlike you. You wondered what could make him tick off, you wondered what can you say to make the boy fuck you so hard you forget your own name.
“Minhyun…” You call out as the boy flashed you a grin coyly at your desperate face, watching him so sternly with a sudden frustration flashing on your face. “I want you to hurry up, I need you.” You state and Minhyun licks his bottom lip.
There was something about the way you were both desperate but so angry, it turns him on seeing you angry. Perhaps, he wouldn’t mind you lashing out on him. Hell does that make him love you provoking him?
“I want to enjoy this moment, because you never know if this will be the last time.” He slings through playing with the waistband of your lower pyjama clothing. You raise your head on the side whispering a remark.
“I bet if Mark was here he would’ve fucked me so much better by now.”
There it was exactly what you called a deathwish from Minhyun who looks at you with the absolutely-dead eyes- wanting to now fuck the shit and attitude out of you. It’s the way you love seeing his eyes go from lust to pure jealously in the moment and you shouldn’t lie, but you felt your stomach doing flips and turns full of butterflies seeing the way his demure and personality flipped off. He wasn’t going easy on you now. The sweet and caring Minhyun’s gone and you were left only with the cruel and merciless king who’s going to ruin the fuck out of you whether you like it or not. What’s the sickening part is that It’s what you wanted. You want him to treat you like he’s in control and you wish to challenge him. You want to be put in your place.
Your inner brat-ness couldn’t be controlled and Minhyun surely doesn’t mind taming a brat down the hard way. The easy way out wasn’t in your vocabulary anyways.
He shares no voice with you until he had you pulling upwards by grabbing a handful of your hair. He unbuckled the belt and slid down the jeans along with the calvin klein boxers, your eyes sparkle at the veiny abdomen and how pretty his monster cock simply was springing up with ease and Mark didn’t share you any instructions. Instead he: Grabbed your face roughly squeezing your jaw, telling you to open your pretty and useless mouth up, you obliged quickly to his words and he shoved his cock down your throat not caring if you gag or what not. Seeing you struggle might make him cum quicker.
Then again he was kind to you. You didn’t want that though because you simply love being ruined. You dislike the way you love how much he was pounding your mouth as if it’s nothing but a hole for him to get his girthy-cock used and it clouds your judgement with lust. Your cheeks hollow as you take more of his cock inside , as much as you’re gagging you can’t help but want more of him in your mouth. It was so small and tiny comparing to how wide and big he was, it made him watch you struggle arouse him more though. The way you couldn’t even use your mouth. He was constantly pushing against you and there was no way for you to run. You’re going to leave with a sore mouth, was his determined goal. Until you’re crying or tapping him to stop.
But instead you moan shamelessly at how deep his tip of the cock was rampaging the back of your throat, the way his size expands your mouth and curls in your cheeks too. Your eyes watery because this was only one speed, he had plenty of mores still ahead of him . You mentally should’ve presented yourself with the idea of: don’t piss off a raging jealous twin who wants to fuck you and possess you. Otherwise he will break your mouth and you’ll be the one complaining about it later on. Minhyun grabs your head pushing you forward in which he slows down the pace, so he could stay watching your mouth slowly crawl up and finally take him entirely in the mouth. Your eyes widen, looking above. Minhyun was gazing at you coldly before rubbing your hair in a messy ponytail with his hands and his thrusts, went berserk.
“Hm. I bet Mark couldn’t fuck your mouth like this. Look at you, crying over how much I’m destroying your face, I bet you knew Mark could never do this to you darling.”
His voice reeks of envy.
The way his was not even thrusting anymore but causing you to deep-throat him with such long and harsh thrusts, they were quick like constant jabs punching you and it makes your throat itch and hurt but even then you felt his cock twitch and your desires were overcoming with the pain to make him cum. Minhyun groans and you felt yourself become a people pleaser again— wanting to please him and only him. Wanting to help him out with the pent up frustration and he does. Snapping out with inconsistencies in the pounding to your face fucking, his lips die off an end as he was breathing heavily.
“That’s right baby, take all of it, don’t let any slip out yeah?” Minhyun swirls his cock in your mouth as it twitched one last time before the liquid snaps out in multiple lines inside your painfully stinging and warm mouth begging for a break. He watches you struggle to keep your mouth closed as his pink and reddish top of his cock leaves and you spill some on the corner to your lips. Minhyun growls grabbing your face forward, as he starts to ridicule you. “I said don’t let any slip out, Y/n did my cock fuck you so good that you can’t remember how to close your mouth and swallow?” He seeks his finger wiping the cum dribbling down as his fingers were pushed in your mouth, salvaging it back inside keeping your mouth full until you swallowed.
You haven’t recovered from the way he was simply abusing your mouth like it was an Inn and Out placement, so when he flips you over from the back with your head up and the back arched in circular motions as his fingers tied on the waistline stripping you he had you on display for the way his eyes lay on your beautiful figure with curves and a round ass that he groped. Smacking it with one hand as the other kneads it like it were a dough, seeing how it jiggles with the slap you found yourself letting out a soft sigh. He smirks hearing you become so sensitive over everything now. He just can’t wait to hear you when he enters you, it’ll be a sight to see and a show to hear.
“I’m not even sure if i should eat you out anymore, with the way you loosely mention my brothers name. Maybe you should go and ask him…” He suddenly says changing the way his tactics go and your eyes widen. Wait that wasn’t what’s supposed to happen. He was supposed to fuck you after you encourage his jealousy issue. Why was he suddenly turning the tables round you?
He pulls away and you grab the sheets whining, god, if he’s trying to make you beg than he shouldn’t do this you’ll do anything now. You can’t be left like this and there’s no way you’re calling Mark to fuck you when you truly want Minhyun now and there. You meekly call out, as an invitation. “No! No no. Minhyun I want you. I don’t want Mark.” You said quickly catching the boy to pause and smirk in delight hearing you. He reaches for your ass again, humming as he rubs your body.
“You want me right? Only me.” He ceases to say and you held your breathe. “Yes yes. Only you. Fuck. I want you to fuck me badly.”
He scoffs at how much you’re begging, it’s amazing to hear it, and he can’t wait to fuck you either but there’s just something lingering in the air that he can’t push the thought of. “I don’t believe you.” He states and you glare with a huff.
“Fine. Maybe I’ll go and call Mark.” You state with the grit to your teeth but that’s was what done it for him. Minhyun broke out of the sweet dearly caring demure again and had you face plant as his cock was watching your entrance before sliding inside due to how wet you are; it was easy to slip and out without you noticing and look at you moaning loudly in the mattress covering your face in the bedsheets like a whore you are. Minhyun had you waiting for you to act up, purposely, so he could fuck you like the white you want to be treated like and he wants to show you who’s wanting you and who isn’t. He doesn’t want you to even know Mark. He wants you to forget him. To stop mentioning him. He wants you to speak about him and mention him only so he can see Mark’s defeated face when you pick him.
He wishes to crush his brothers dreams of ever having you and knowing you, he wants you to be screaming his name that you only know him and cease to exist without him would be hard. It’s the way you fell completely in disbelief at how his thick cock was pursing through your tight velvet walls and the way his tip was constantly coursing through to your womb hitting the right spots you weren’t sure were able to be reached within a milestone; Minhyun had you bend down like you were an animal on display for him, he had you being fucked like you were nothing but a human bodily flesh for him to use and treat like his cum dump. He tried his best to be sweet to you but you didn’t take it. You wanted this.
You wanted him to be mean and jealous. You took advantage of his jealousy not once but twice now and it was going to be final for you to do this to him. You were lost so much in the pleasure you felt yourself go dizzy and weak, but Minhyun didn’t care, no, he truly didn’t. He was lost in his own pleasure as his cock kept going in and out of you— reconnecting to your tight pussy that feels like it’s made to be around him, clenching enough to make him cum right there and then and he doesn’t want this to end so quickly.
He was edging you through your own orgasm too. Whenever you became so close to the end as you clench harder he slows down the pace and you were simply gripping the bedsheets with frustration. He had you waiting and waiting for an orgasm until you simply beg for it and cry. You wanted this, Mean Minhyun, and you got it.
“You asshole.” You weakly spat in the bedsheets as he heard you curse, with a smirk growing wider on the face he pounds into you deeper the more you curse him out. “Hm, good girls get to orgasm. You have to earn it however.” He slants as he goes quicker again and you cry out. “Please I want to cum. Please. I can’t take much anymore.” You plead at his mercy as his eye watches you before reaching down with his palm to your exposed and bare clit. You gasp with your eyes widening, what was he doing? Was he purposely trying to pleasure you as he edged you?
You let out a yelp when his two fingers work his way in circular motions on your sensitive clit as his thrusts sternly kept a same identical pace of an animal pounding in you with all desires to have you. The overstimulation empowers through your body and when you realise the abdomen becomes warm and you were getting closer and closer to an orgasm you start to warn Minhyun in panic.
“Fuck, Min-Minhyun I’m close. Fuck fuck. Please can I cum, please. Give it to me please.” Said your voice dimming down and choking a moan midway, his glum and cruel voice creepily crawls behind you as his head pulls on your hair. “Cum on my cock since you’re begging this much.” He stated without much emotions as he groans, the way his hand flicks to your clit on the wrist and it didn’t take long for you to let go and have it snap right there and then.
You thought you were going to cum a little, boy, you were wrong. The overstimulation constantly had you waiting and waiting piling on so much that you squirt over your orgasm on his cock and down on the couch bedsheets, you would be sloppily trying your best with wobbling arms to stay up but you fell right on your face and chest as your breasts manoeuvre. Minhyun let go off your clit with a shock entering his body but it was an awe seeing the way you squirt due to how much he pleasured you, he felt a sling of ego rising in him and he mockingly adds to you. “God you squirted, did i pleasure you that much you couldn’t take it?” He sneers at you because you look fucked out dumb, literally with the way your eyes were clenching. You could no longer see without seeing black. It was that overwhelming.
It was your first time squirting too, who would’ve thought it was this powerful more than a normal orgasm? Seriously. You didn’t have time to recover at all and Minhyun pushed his cock further until he was twitching deep inside you, you could tell he was close and this somehow fuels you to take more and more of his demanding and pounding thrusts inside you leaving your pussy squelching. With your squirting on his hard cock he felt how warm your juices spew on him and he couldn’t lie it was a sight to turn on anyone, he felt the way his abdomen become harder to control as his thrusts getting closer and now he was simply pushing your face down in the pillows angling himself deeper in you. You were forced to lay on your stomach and the way your body follows his in synch, he fucks you deeper in an angle you couldn’t imagine.
“I’m going to cum inside you, fill you nice and up for Mark to see if he ever does.” He greedily said and your ears perk up at those words as did your body, clenching, he smirks feeling the way you were secretly enjoying this jealous side of him and so was he; he couldn’t lie. “Yeah? You like the sound of that huh? You’re so filthy Y/n. I bet you like the sound of me cumming inside you. Fucking a baby in to you. Do you like that Hm?”
You could only respond with a muffled moan as the couch creeks open and his cock spasms as well with his body, stuffing your abused hole with his his warm and scorching liquid filling you full to the brim of his cum. You let out a sigh of relief as Minhyun slants next to you with an exhausting expression and beads of sweat.
You roll over as Minhyun was quick to stand up gathering the clothes on the floor that were scattered especially your beautiful lingerie set — he then gets changed first. You wondered why did he hurry away when you thought he left, he actually came back from the kitchen with a glass of water. You look up at him, surprised, but an other half of you felt flustered. You sit up and reach for the glass but when he saw the way you were trembling, especially your arms, he stops you.
“Let me help you.” Minhyun gently said and you didn’t dare reject him as your lips drink from the cup as he helped you to be fed.
You shyly look down and Minhyun helped you get changed. He made sure you were taken care off. It really leaves you surprised with the way he was fucking you like an rabid dog and now here he is being this sweet and gentle soul you weren’t even aware he had this side of him. But it somehow makes you melt. It does.
He fell back in to his devilish smirk before grabbing a hold of your Crimson Lace Lingerie. “You should wear this more often.” Minhyun said. You raise your eyebrows together. “You like that set?” You smile and Minhyun let’s out a soft laugh.
“I fucking love it. Maybe next time,” he croaks out playfully before travelling close to you with a hint, he flashed you flirty eyes and smile. “I can fuck you wearing that only?” He would ask and you felt your heart drop at the suggestion.
You have a feeling this will become a daily-on-thing in the future.
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russosafehaven · 1 year
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More Than I Can Carry
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Pairing: Jigsaw!Billy Russo x GN!Reader
Content: Billy find himself in a bookshop, S2 isn’t canon and he still has Anvil, Billy and Frank are still friends, Bookworm!Reader
POV: Second
BR Taglist: @snowkestrel @judig92 @k-marzolf
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He didn’t know how he ended up in the bookstore. Billy had his collection back at home, all his favourites he’d saved up for when he was younger. Yet here he was wandering around the tall aisles.
His memories had yet to come back, after the incident with Rawlins the healing process took months. Frank had felt nothing but regret when he realised he couldn’t save his brother. Maybe that’s why Billy was here in the first place. To try and get a semblance of what he liked again. Of course Curtis and Frank had told him everything but it felt like an outside perspective. He wanted to know who he was now, not who he was before.
The first glimpse Billy caught of you was in the classics section, you were flicking through a rather fancy copy of Dorian Gray. When you put it back pouting he was curious. You picked out a copy of H.P Lovecraft’s works next, turning it around to look at the price before putting it back.
It was then it clicked what you were doing. Ever since Billy started Anvil price tags seemed meaningless to him. He had all the money he needed to support himself. Against better judgement Billy decided to go pick up the two books you were looking at before following you. Anything you picked up he grabbed, adding it to the pile.
As you looked through the shelves you had a feeling someone was following. The same stomach feeling you get when a teacher is stood behind you in school. Ignoring it you continued your search, trying to find a book you liked and fit your budget. It was a silly idea, thinking coming to a bookstore would leave you with reasonable prices.
As you stalked over to the YA section a copy of Shadow and Bone caught your eye. It was a collectors edition and you wanted it desperately. You had borrowed the books from your local library back when they first came out. Ever since the show had come out you’d been dying to own your own copy of all the Grishaverse books. Checking the price you placed it back, once again all the copies you liked were far too expensive.
By then you had decided to make your way to leave the bookshop. A strange who had a large pile of books in his hands had brushed past you. Rolling your eyes you continued, you’d be the same if you could afford any.
As Billy finished up paying he followed you home. It was stalkerish and almost definitely illegal but you shared similar tastes in novels, he had to help out. As you climbed the stairs to your apartment floor Billy wasn’t far behind, giving you a head start so you wouldn’t see him. When he saw you enter, he placed the bags of books he brought on the floor. Knocking on your door before taking off to the stair well.
Opening your door you look at the bags, taking them in carefully to your shared apartment. Your roommate caught eye of them and raised a brow. She knew you hadn’t brought any and they were both curious as to where they came from. Looking through them you found they were all the ones you looked at.
“Holy shit”
Your roommate, Karen, muttered. Nodding your head in agreement you were stunned. Either there was a God or you were being stalked. Karen walked off grabbing her phone, assumedly to text her boyfriend Frank. You liked him, he was a nice guy.
“Franks gonna bring Billy over and they’ll sort this out”
Around twenty minutes later Frank entered the building with a scarred man in tow who you assumed was Billy. You walked over to Frank, greeting him with a warm hug as you always did. In your hands you held his favourite mug filled with hot chocolate. As you handed it to him he spoke up.
“For your book buyer already”
Both you and Karen cocked your heads. It clicked in your roommates head first and she burst out laughing.
“Billy boy here noticed you liked the same sorta books and when he saw you put them back he felt bad. Brought everything you touched”
Heat ran up to your face as you looked at the scarred man. Even you couldn’t deny he was attractive, resembling some of your favourite fictional characters. Dorian Gray, Logan Delos, the list went on.
“You- you didn’t have to do that”
The interaction felt awkward, you didn’t know this man. Hell you’d only just let Karen and Frank two months ago after you were fired. When you got a new job at the Bulletin you were assigned to Karen. Upon finding out about your living situation she practically demanded you move in with her.
“I know but I- I’m not good at shit since this,”
He gestured to his face. The scars more like it.
“You just looked upset and I wanted to do something good”
Karen and Frank went to wrap their arms around one another. Smiling at their friends who were riddled with an odd awkwardness.
“Well then a bookshelf would be a good next gift. So I actually have somewhere for them”
Billy nodded, replying it was done. You went to say you were joking but he wouldn’t let you. The two men ended up spending the night in your apartment. Watching New Girl with the two of you, the current favourite show of the residents. Somehow you ended up in Billy’s arms, he was comfortable and seemed perfectly fine with holding you. It was a good day, interesting and borderline creepy, but good nonetheless.
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🌸 MC be normal challenge: Part 2🌸
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Taglist: Ezra @restartheartvn • Fone @ringringringbananafone • Henry @homecomingvn • Eddie and Diva @xoxoalette @ Z @favorvn • Dorian @artwithoutblood • Ren @14dayswithyou • Krow @thekrows-nest
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charincharge · 9 days
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I Don't Want To Wait, sixty-seven
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rowaelin high school bff au masterlist
AN: WHOOPS, I disappeared for two years. (Legit the last chapter was posted in May 2022!). But I’m back and have written… a lot of the rest of this fic, so we’re just going to post weekly (or even twice weekly!) until we’re finished. And I hope you’re still out there, anyone, to enjoy it. Quick recap for a previously on IDWTW. Aelin and Rowan had sex! It was great. Then they walked in on Rhoe and her dance teacher Petrah having sex, which was NOT great. Aelin never wants to go back to dance again. We returned to school. Senior second semester is going great. Busy for Aelin, who is still trying to work her butt off re: APs and grades. Less busy for Rowan, who is already recruited to college for lacrosse. Aelin and Lys had a huge falling out, but have slowly rekindled their friendship now that Lys is sober and working on her shit. Elide and Manon came out! They’re running as homecoming queens! Dorian and Chaol haven’t DTRed and are taking a break. Last we left off, Aelin texted someone to help retrieve her lacrosse hoodie from the dance studio after hours. But who? Keep reading to find out. Also, I have been gone for so long that I have NO idea who is still in the fandom or reading Rowaelin fic. Please reblog to spread the word! Taglist doesn't seem to possible anymore, so please share! Love you all and missed you all. Comment, message, meme, gif, whatever. Let’s go, team.
Aelin watched with wide eyes as Lys lowered into a crouch and removed a bobby pin from her hair. When she’d texted her friend to help with her mission, she hadn’t realized that Lysandra was a bona-fide expert at breaking and entering. 
“It got boring in rehab,” Lys said with a small shrug, as if that explained her masterful lock-picking.
“Good to know,” Aelin said, chewing her thumb nervous and glancing over her shoulder at Rowan, who waited patiently in the jeep — aka, their getaway car. She didn’t think they’d actually need one, but this whole thing was such a thing, she figured it was probably safest to have a getaway car. What if the cops were called about the break-in, and they had to run? 
Aelin almost chuckled at the thought of Orynth’s elderly Police Chief trying to run after them, but it hadn’t stopped her from telling Lys to dress all in black and meet them at the dance studio at eight. Luckily, Rhoe was at the station overnight, so he couldn’t see their ridiculous antics. But, after all, this mission was serious. She tried to refocus on Lys, who was finagling with a pin in the lock, taking her sweet time. A rush of panic ran through Aelin. What if they got caught? What if this got put on her permanent record? What if they got arrested?
BZZZZ. Aelin’s phone vibrated in her hand, making her jump with surprise. 
“Gods,” she muttered under her breath, causing Lys to chuckle under her breath.
“Tell your buzzard not to worry, we’re almost there,” she said, twisting the pin again in a different direction. Aelin sighed at the reassurance. She knew that Rowan had to be feeling her nerves as well. Although maybe not quite as much. She wasn’t usually concerned about being a rule follower, but every step of the way had made her feel more and more stressed out. Which might have to do more with her overbearing boyfriend watching their every move than anything else. Couldn’t he just sit there and look cute and not worry? She looked at his text and shook her head. She should have known it’d be impossible. He was the biggest worry wart of them all.
Are you sure no one’s in the studio? It looks like the lights are on upstairs. Rowan texted from the front seat, his view of the studio probably better than theirs. But Aelin had spent too many years of her life at this studio. Despite her churning stomach, she knew they were fine.
Last class ended an hour ago. They always leave the lights on for the cleaning staff, but they get Fridays off, so they’re on until Saturday morning. It was part of my class schedule to turn the lights off. We’re good.
She looked over her shoulder after sending the text, and watched as Rowan threw a thumbs up in her direction. She couldn’t help but laugh at how silly he looked in his oversized black hoodie with the hood up. Despite completely disapproving of her decision, he showed up ready for the assignment at hand. 
“Tadaaa,” Lys sang out quietly as the lock clicked open, the door popping ajar. 
“Honestly, when I asked you to help me break into the dance studio, I figured we’d be throwing a rock into a window or something,” Aelin whispered, even though there was absolutely no reason to whisper at all. Aelin had timed it purposefully, so she wouldn’t have to run into … anyone. Okay, she really didn’t want to have to talk to Petrah. She’d avoided the studio (and Petrah) for so many weeks following the revelation that she’d been involved with her dad, and she had no intention of breaking that now. So, they’d had no choice but to break into the studio under the cover of darkness.
“Don’t thank me yet,” Lys said. “The door upstairs has a lock, too, right?” 
Aelin nodded. Annoyingly, there were three doors they had to break open — the building door, the door to the second floor, and then the dance studio entrance. Thank god Aelin had her locker key, so that wasn’t a worry.
“So, why are we doing this again?” Lys asked as they trudged up the long stairwell to the second floor. She tried not to flinch as the rubber-covered stairs squeaked beneath her shoes. “Not that I’m not happy to help,” she continued. “I just thought that you started dancing again and loved it?”
“Ugh,” Aelin groaned. “I did.” Aelin paused for a beat too long, causing Lys to flip her dark curls over her shoulder to get a better look at Aelin. 
“But?”
“It’s…complicated,” Aelin sighed as Lys crouched down in front of the second floor door.
“Well, this is going to take a minute,” Lys laughed. “Tell me.” Aelin was going to refute again when Lys’s voice changed, softer. “Unless you don’t want to…”
Aelin nearly smacked herself. She’d thought this would be a ridiculous, fun (and pretty low-stakes) way to hang out with Lys again, and here she was totally ruining it by keeping things to herself again.
“No, it’s not like that,” Aelin reassured her as she continued to work on the lock. “It’s just… horrifying.”
“Well now you can’t not tell me,” Lys snickered, but Aelin recognized the slight trepidation in her friend’s green eyes. Still nervous to push things. Aelin bit the bullet and let it out in a whoosh.
“Oh my GOD.” Lys’s nose crinkled, and she fell to her knees completely as her shoulders shook with laughter as Aelin told her story. “I mean, we all knew Rhoe fucked,” Lys cackled, causing Aelin to smack her friend’s knee. 
“EW! That is my dad,” she said, fake heaving.
“He’s a hot, hot firefighter daddy, though,” Lys said, her eyebrows wiggling.
“I swear to god I will vomit straight on you.”
Aelin tried to be serious, but Lysandra’s smile pushed them both over the edge into a fit of giggles. They laughed and laughed, releasing the tension that had been hovering around them like a thick blanket all night, officially removing all traces of formality. Unable to help herself, Aelin reached out for her friend’s hand, squeezing her fingers gently and was relieved as Lys squeezed back. They weren’t healed, per se, but they were healing, and that was the most that Aelin could really ask for right now.
Taking a breath and wiping the remnant tracks of tears from her cheeks, Lys pushed herself back up to her knees. “Second lock?”
“Speaking of my family…” Aelin started nervously, but forged on, curious. “How’s Aedion doing?” 
To her credit, Lys didn’t even lose pace as she unlocked the next door with ease.
“I know you want me to reply with something equally scandalous, but there’s nothing going on between me and Aedion,” Lys replied succinctly. “We’re friends.”
“Okay,” Aelin said, not completely convinced, but chose to respect her boundaries and believe her words. 
The pair fell into an awkward silence as they headed down the hall toward the studio door. Just one last lock to get through — and then she’d never have to return to this place. A part of her heart panged at that thought, that she’d be leaving Orynth and this studio behind and not really getting to say goodbye to it. But running into Petrah was NOT an option.
“Hey, isn’t this the studio?” Lys asked of a propped open door, a gentle music wafting from inside. Aelin’s stomach sank. Had someone stayed late tonight practicing? It was a plus that they wouldn’t have to break into yet another door, but she really didn’t want to risk running into anyone. “I thought you said it was closed.”
At the same time, the pair noticed the schedule on the door, showing the company’s new rehearsal schedule. Their rehearsals now went until nine on Friday night, meaning that Aelin had shown up in the middle of a packed studio, instead of an empty one. And one where Petrah would surely be. She contemplated turning right around, but Lys had already opened the door too far, leading them into the studio lobby where the company was on break, milling around and refilling their water bottles.
And at the front desk, Petrah’s eyes widened with surprise upon seeing her. “Aelin!”
She should have guessed breaking in had been too easy. Had the doors even been locked? She knew Lysandra had gotten through them too quickly! Grumbling, she stepped out of the shadow and into the lobby toward Petrah. She couldn’t run away anymore, so she had no choice but to say hello to the woman who she’d been studiously avoiding for weeks. And by the look on Petrah’s face, she knew it, too.
“I’ll go grab your jersey,” Lys whispered, leaving her to fend for herself. “See you downstairs!”
“Traitor,” Aelin mumbled under her breath as Lysandra all but ran into the locker room, excusing herself from the awkward conversation that surely lay ahead. She wanted to run, but her feet were stuck, watching Petrah approach nervously.
“Aelin,” she said again, taking a deep breath. “I’ve been wanting to talk to you….” But Aelin cut her off.
“I don’t want to talk about it!” she said, ready to slap her hands over her ears, lest Petrah talk about her dad in any less than completely formal way.
Petrah’s deep pink lips curled up on one side in amusement, but Aelin watched as she took another deep breath and shook off whatever she’d been about to say. Instead, she watched as her smile fell into a wistful expression. “We’ve missed seeing you around here,” Petrah said.
Aelin’s eyes shot to the open doorway of the studio where the company practiced, all jetes and pirouettes and well-supported port de bras. She had missed dancing. She really had just gotten back into it when she let it fall away. Petrah must have seen her expression because she smiled faintly and let her delicate hand fall to Aelin’s shoulder.
“You could join the class. Dance it out,” Petrah suggested.
Aelin couldn’t tear her eyes away from the dancers. She watched the emotion pour from them. That is what she needed. But as Lysandra held up her jersey and trailed down the stairs in the periphery of her vision, Aelin shook her head.
“I can’t tonight.”
“I understand that it might be strange to spend time with me after what you overheard…” Petrah trailed off as blood pooled in her cheeks, filling her usual pale complexion with a deep blush. “It was completely casual. It’s only happened a handful of times, and we both know it’s not serious. I’m not trying to replace your mother, or anything like that, it’s just… an occasional stress release, and oh my god, I am sorry I didn’t mean to say any of that.” Aelin cringed at the words. She wanted to stop Petrah, but the woman couldn’t be stopped even if she wanted to. “Please don’t give up dance because of this,” Petrah pleaded. “You have such a gift, Aelin, and I would be filled with regret for the rest of my life if I knew I was the cause of you walking away from it.”
Aelin took a breath, the comforting scent of chalk and worn leather infiltrating her senses and calming her down as she figured out what to reply to Petrah. Of course she wanted to dance still. It was undeniable, the way her body pulled her toward the studio, the way a sense of calm settled through her despite her initial discomfort upon seeing Petrah. She thought about her lack of free time and her constantly building stress as the semester went on and how badly she wished she could just dance it out. That release of emotion centered her, and she knew that she was feeling off kilter without it. Making time for dance had improved her life drastically — it'd kept her sane as the rest of her semester spiraled out of control — and she wanted it back. So, so badly.
She was on the verge of agreeing to join the practice when there was a crash and loud shriek from the studio. When the shriek morphed into a choked sob, a churning nausea overwhelmed Aelin. She watched as Petrah’s face morphed into one of horror as she sprinted into the studio. Sure enough, one of the dancers was on the floor, cradling her ankle, cheeks red and involuntary tears dripping down her skin, while another dancer attempted to help her stand. The girl hissed, crying out in pain and sat down again.
“Call an ambulance,” someone ordered, and suddenly there was a frenzy, a rush of dancers looking on in terror at the injury in front of them. Aelin stood with her back against the wall, not wanting to be in the way, slinking out of sight while so much was going on. It felt like a sign from the universe that Aelin shouldn’t even think about wasting her time with dancing. Like the gods warned her that she had way too much going on to even consider it.
With Petrah distracted, Aelin slipped out, trying to gain control of her waging feelings. She slid into the backseat next to Lys, her mind reeling and unable to get the image of the crying dancer out of her head. So caught up in her own thoughts, she didn’t even hear Rowan call out to her, until red and blue flashed behind them. He swung his head over her shoulder, his mouth agape in horror as he stared at his unusually quiet girlfriend.
“Ace, what did you do? Are those the cops?!”
Aelin shook her head, the horrible feeling of nausea persisting in her gut as Rowan drove away from the studio.
. . .
It had been days since Aelin had received a text from an unknown number, and she still hadn’t decided what she was going to do.
I thought you should know we’re holding an emergency dance company audition this Tuesday at 5pm. Please come, Aelin.
Aelin chewed her sandwich thoughtfully as she pulled up the text again. The audition was merely hours away, but she was still on the fence.
“You still haven’t made up your mind?” Lysandra asked, glancing at Aelin’s phone screen. Her former — maybe current — friend had started joining them at the lunch table in the last few days since their late night break in, continuing to heal and thaw what had broken between them.
“I keep telling her to pro con list,” Rowan said, letting his fingers trail across the back of her neck and kneading the tight muscles there with his strong grasp.
“Mmmm,” Aelin mumbled, leaning further into his touch. “Con. Time spent without you.”
“Pro, something to do while I’m at lacrosse practice,” he countered as his fingers massaged a particularly tender part of her neck. She angled her head so he could have better access, but he took it as an invitation to let his head drop to her bare skin and press his lips against it, causing her body to light up. As she leaned toward him with another light moan, Dorian slammed his tray down on the table with a loud thwack.
“Get a room or get outta here,” he complained, tossing a fry at the still-intertwined pair.
“Someone’s got their panties in a bunch,” Aelin laughed as she tossed the fry back at the offender.
“My panties are perfectly smooth, thank you very much,” Dorian quipped. “Some of us would just prefer not to bear witness to your foreplay.”
“Pro,” Rowan whispered into Aelin’s ear, his lips ghosting against the tickling skin there. “I really love watching you dance.”
“Pro,” Aelin whispered back. “Increased stamina, muscle strength, and flexibility.”
Aelin glanced up at Rowan, who was already staring back at her with a fiery intensity. Her eyes glanced down at his mouth, which was curled into a satisfied smirk. His throat bobbed with a slow swallow, surely thinking of all the way those fitness benefits could be put to good use. She leaned in slightly, her lips a hairs breadth away from his when another fry hit her cheek. Aelin whipped her head around, rubbing at the salty spot where the food had made contact with her face.
Dorian was the picture of innocence, eyes wide as he chewed his own fry.
“Con,” Lys interjected. “Increased horniness.”
“Literally didn’t think that was possible,” Dorian said with a snort. “So, what are we pro-conning?” he asked, popping another fry into his mouth.
“Orynth Dance Company is having an emergency audition after an injury, and Aelin was personally invited to try out,” Lysandra explained.
“But I don’t really have the time,” Aelin started. “It would require actual rehearsal time. Like, a lot of nights. Not just an hour long class. Plus, I’d have to see Petrah every day. And I have to knock this last semester’s grades out of the park if I want to even think about getting a scholarship anywhere, plus I have a million AP exams to study for coming up, and that’s not even considering keeping up with hospital volunteering and going to your games and having any kind of semblance of a social life and…” she trailed off, her stomach finally settling as she came to the conclusion she knew she was going to come to all along. “I can’t join the dance company.”
Rowan frowned and reached for her hand. “Are you sure, Ace?” His hand wrapped around hers in a comforting squeeze, and she knew he was asking seriously. “We could make it work. I could help you study, we could bring out your color-coded schedule again to make sure we could fit everything in.”
“I know,” Aelin sighed, squeezing back. “But, I’m sure.”
But as the afternoon ticked by, Aelin couldn’t ignore the swirling feeling of guilt trying to pull her under. She was so distracted by the approaching time that she completely zoned out through all of AP Lit, startling when the period ended and Dorian poked her side.
And as five PM approached closer and closer, she found herself growing more agitated and even snapping at Rowan at one point. It wasn’t his fault; he had to head off to lacrosse practice, but Aelin had found herself so worked up that she had thought maybe he’d want to help release some tension.
“I’ll come right over after practice,” Rowan promised as he twined his hands around her waist.
“But you’ll be all sweaty and gross,” Aelin replied with a frown.
“I thought you liked when I get sweaty,” he laughed, nuzzling his nose into her hair. Aelin sighed, knowing she was being petulant, but she couldn’t get out of her own head.
“Only when I’m the one doing it!”
She tried to push him away, but Rowan’s grasp on her was iron-clad, too tight for her to even think about prying him off her. “Ace,” he lowered his voice. “I would love nothing more than to skip practice and be with you, but you know this is the only thing I need to do this semester to keep my place at Wendlyn.”
“Because Wendlyn’s more important than me?”
“I think you need a snack,” Rowan laughed, but Aelin didn’t find that funny at all.
“Sorry my blood sugar problems are amusing to you,” she said, stiffening within his grasp. She felt Rowan sigh deeply and watched as he pinched the bridge of his nose and scrunched his brows up the way she loved so much.
“I’m sorry,” he apologized. “You know that’s not—”
“I know,” Aelin replied quickly. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s gotten into me.”
Rowan raised a single brow as if to tell her he knew exactly what had gotten into her, and so did she.
“It’s not even four yet,” Rowan said. “You could still go.”
But Aelin was nothing if not resolute. She’d made up her mind, and it was completely logical. And she was sticking to it. No, she’d head home and, yes, get a snack, and dig into her lit homework. Maybe Dorian would be willing to give her his notes from the class, seeing as she couldn’t remember a single thing that was discussed earlier.
She forced a smile and shrugged her shoulders back. “Nope, you were right. I need a snack. I’ll head to Maeve’s and see what she’s got for me.”
Rowan grimaced. “She closed for the afternoon, actually, while they put in a new stove, but she should be reopened by the time I’m out of practice.” Aelin shivered as Rowan let his fingers trail in small circles up and down her back. “Why don’t I stop there on my way to your place after practice? Cheeseburger and brownies?”
“And then orgasms?” Aelin asked, causing a loud snort to erupt from Rowan.
“You want to have sex after cheeseburger and brownies? That feels dangerous.”
“Well, we could have sex first, but reheated cheeseburgers are pretty garbage,” Aelin replied, loving the soft smile that appeared on Rowan’s face. It was the one solely reserved for her. When she was being particularly ridiculous or annoying, it was like he couldn’t help but love her more, and the small curve of his lips let her know that.
“You’re right. Cheeseburgers first,” he paused. “Then sex, then brownies?”
“Deal,” Aelin said as she reached her hand out to shake his. But he instead grasped it in his and brought it to his mouth, kissing her knuckles lightly.
“I love you,” he said.
And though Aelin wanted to roll her eyes, she took a moment to relish the fact that her best friend in the whole world loved her. And would do anything to make her smile. In fact, he’d succeeded in getting her too distracted to think about the auditions and…
As soon as she thought about them, her smile faded again.
“Just go,” he whispered, but Aelin shook her head.
“Have a good practice. See you in a few hours.”
She kissed him and sent him off, hoping to pour herself into her studies. But even with her book open, Aelin digested none of what she was reading. She kept looking at the clock, distracted. Even as it passed five pm, knowing that she was missing the auditions, she still couldn’t focus. And her mood started to plummet.
It plummeted even further as she received a text from Rowan saying that their coach needed him to stay behind for a bit after practice and that he’d be later than anticipated.
She tried to read more, and when that didn’t work, she attempted to do some math equations, but she couldn’t get her brain to work. She knew what she needed. And it was to dance it out. Despite everything, that was still her best coping mechanism. When a second text from Rowan came in, apologizing for being even later, Aelin had had enough. She couldn’t just sit here and wallow. Instead, she wrote a note for whoever would get home first – her dad, Lorcan, or Rowan — and began walking.
She didn’t even know where she was walking until she ended up at the dance studio. It was unlocked, but empty. She couldn’t remember if there had been an end time to the auditions, but it seemed completely deserted. No one was sitting at the front desk, and the lights were eerily dim. This is what she’d expected to walk into last week when she’d stolen back her lacrosse hoodie, and she was even more annoyed about it somehow.
Instead of focusing on that, though, she went straight for the first open studio and turned the lights on. The fluorescent bulbs overhead flickered on, illuminating the wooden floors beneath with a warm yellow glow. She toed her sneakers off and padded barefoot to the corner of the studio where the massive (and ancient) stereo system was stored. She pulled her phone out and connected it, pulling up one of the old playlists Rowan had made for her and closed her eyes, letting the music wash over her. Her feet took off, working in sync with the rhythm reverberating through the bare floor. Next, her arms spread, stretching out and shaking off the stress of the last few weeks.
For the first time, she really let herself feel it. The worrying and wondering what the future would hold. She knew Rowan was destined for Wendlyn, but she had no idea what she would do if she didn’t get in, too. He’d assured her that they’d stay together and figure it out, but who really stays with their high school boyfriend? She knew they weren’t like everyone else – they were special – but it didn’t stop her from thinking about it and wondering. When it came down to it, that’s why she really couldn’t bring herself to audition today. She couldn’t risk spending less time with Rowan, not if this was the last few weeks of their relationship.
Whoa. Where did that thought come from?
She ignored the small tear that pooled in the corner of her eye, letting it drip down her cheek as she spun in time with the music. How could she doubt her and Rowan’s relationship after all this time? She knew in her soul that they were destined to be together. She couldn’t imagine a world where she didn’t wake up and see him every day. But there had been a small slice of fear since they first kissed, and it had ebbed and flowed with each passing day until it was now a gaping chasm in the pit of her stomach. The idea that she could end up elsewhere without Rowan was a real, actual problem. And the timeframe was closing in on them. What if this was the end of them? How would she ever recover?
Her hands reached overhead and then she let her body collapse to the floor in a graceful fall, letting go over the overwhelming sensations of fear that had been swirling and threatening to paralyze her. She arched her back and her neck released, the tension that Rowan had tried to knead attempting to relax and letting gravity pull her down, down, down.
It wasn’t that she didn’t trust Rowan. She did. More than anything. She just didn’t trust this world. She didn’t trust that everything would work out the way it was supposed to. I mean, just look at her dad. He’d thought he’d found the love of his life, and she walked away like it was nothing. Walked away from Aelin.
She didn’t want to cling to Rowan, to be the girl who changed her whole life just to be with a guy. She wasn’t that person. No. She was Aelin fucking Galathynius, and she could live life fully on her own. But she wanted to be with Rowan. Wanted the whole package. Saw their life together. And wanted more than anything for it to become a reality. But what if that future disappeared? What if it was cut short? What if they drifted apart. What if they tried to do long distance? Last summer while he was at camp was only two months and it was pure torture. It caused a rift so big between them that she wasn’t sure they’d overcome it. And yes, of course they did. But… to do it again? And for four years?
Her emotions threatened to choke her as she continued to dance out her frustrations, stomping and spinning and leaping, hoping against all hopes that the answers to her anxieties would appear if she could only dance long enough. She left every feeling, every worry, every gnawing anxiety on the dance floor, letting it tumble out through her moving limbs.
She didn’t know how long she’d been dancing when she opened her eyes again and refocused at herself in the mirror. She didn’t recognize the girl she saw there. She may not have come up with any answers, but she felt better. Raw, red eyed, red cheeked, and breathing hard, Aelin felt totally exposed. Which is why she nearly jumped out of her skin when a voice cut through the silence, over her harsh exhale.
“Practice starts next week.”
The director of the company stood in the darkened doorway of the studio, arms crossed and lips pursed in thoughtful approval.
“Oh, I wasn’t—”
“I know you weren’t,” she said with a formal smile. “But we’d still love to have you. If you want.”
It wasn’t necessarily the answer she had hoped to reach, but something about this moment felt like the universe trying to reassure her. That things do work out the way they’re supposed to.
“Yeah?” she asked, feeling somewhat hopeful.
“Yes.”
“Okay,” she said.
A wide smile crossed the director’s face. “Welcome to the Orynth Dance Company,” she congratulated her.
Aelin didn’t know what had overcome her, but she couldn’t help but run over to her and throw her sweaty arms around her neck in a giant hug.
“Thank you.”
Right on cue, Aelin’s phone buzzed with another incoming text.
Cheeseburgers en route. See you soon. Xx
. . .
As anticipated, the cheeseburgers were exactly what Aelin needed to rejuvenate herself, but Rowan was totally right that there was no way to be sexy after housing a half pound of meat and cheese.
“I’m so stuffed,” she said, patting her extremely full stomach.
Rowan snorted. “Why don’t we take a post-dinner break and watch something?”
“Only if it’s Housewives!” Lorcan shouted from the kitchen where he was cooking dinner for him and Rhoe, who were properly affronted that Rowan hadn’t brought them cheeseburgers, as well.
Aelin sighed and chuckled softly as she let herself slump over onto Rowan, who was already pulling up Housewives onto the television.
“You are such an enabler,” Aelin laughed.
“It’s easier than dealing with him being pouty,” Rowan smartly replied.
Aelin was about to agree when they were interrupted by an unusual ring tone.
“I’m sorry,” Rowan said, sitting up suddenly. “Is that your… home phone?”
Aelin genuinely couldn’t remember the last time that had rung. Usually she and her dad were both contacted on their cells. They really just had a home line because it was part of their internet package. She couldn’t even remember who had that number.
“Uh, phone’s for you Aelin?” Lorcan shouted from the kitchen.
Even weirder?
“Who the hell would be calling this late on a Tuesday?” Aelin whispered. Rowan’s brow lifted.
“Why don’t you go see?”
Curious, Aelin pried herself off the couch and headed to the kitchen where Lorcan was standing with a spatula in one hand and the phone in the other.
“Who is it?” she whispered.
Lorcan shrugged, simply shoving the phone forward. Helpful.
Aelin cradled the phone against her ear and took a deep breath. “Hello?”
“Hello!” A deep voice rang out over the phone. “Is this Miss Aelin Galathynius?”
“Um,” she cleared her throat. “Yes?”
“Excellent!” the voice boomed, causing her to pull the phone away from her ear slightly. “My name is Xavier Forul, and I’m a local alum of Wendlyn University. I’d love to have you in for an interview some time in the near future. Whenever you’re available! I know you’re a busy senior with a lot on her plate.”
Aelin’s heart took off, beating faster as his words unfolded.
“Interview?”
“Yes,” he continued. “It’s my favorite part of the process. As a former Wendlyn man myself, I get to sit down and speak with young promising applicants to see what their goals and ambitions might be and how they might become part of the Wendlyn world.”
Aelin glanced at the silver-headed mop peeking out above the couch and exhaled slowly. This was it. The universe reassuring her. She felt it with every fiber of her being. She could dance, she could nail her classes this semester, and she’d get into Wendlyn and be with Rowan.
“Wow, thank you so much for reaching out,” Aelin began, her autopilot pilot voice taking over. “I’d love to meet with you.”
As Xavier explained the details of the interview, Aelin’s hope buoyed. She’d been waiting for a sign from the universe, something to tell her that she and Rowan were going to work out and be fine. If a personalized phone call on a landline that hadn’t rung in more months than she could count, inviting her into the home of a University alum wasn’t a sign, she didn’t know what was. And Aelin began to hope for the first time that everything was going to actually work out.
~*~
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One of the biggest things you and Drew bond over is your love of books.
Drew absolutely loves to spoil you with taking you to the bookstore dates very often.
You both would hit your favorite coffee shop first and get your drinks in takeaway cups.
Then you would go to the bookstore.
Drew would follow you around as you go to different aisles of the store to see different books.
Each time he saw you being intrigued by a book's synopsis which you kept back on the shelf, he would pick it up behind your back to buy it for you.
He doesn't stop you from buying books. The more you buy, the happier he gets.
"But love I've already taken five!" You would protest when he would say these aren't enough.
"No one should ever be stopped from exploring the literature world sweets, buy some more." He would tell you.
Even though you only selected a few books to buy, at the counter you will see the amount of books have doubled.
"Where did these come from?" You would gasp at the pile.
"I saw you seeing these and having a look on your face which says 'hmmm I like this'." He would tell you, the books being the ones you had kept back on the shelves.
No doubt you were intrigued by them and wanted to read them, you didn't want Drew to spend too much on just books.
You would have to give in, because Drew is stubborn and he wouldn't listen to a single thing you'd say.
Each time you and Drew read a book, you both would annotate it.
You will tab the lines which you love, and write little notes in the margins.
Then you would give your annotated version of the book to the other person to read.
You both will then read the other's annotated books, which helps you give more insight on what the other thought.
You would add your own annotations to the books. You would run out of spaces quickly so you add the big post its to write in more content.
Once you both would be done reading the same book, you would have a massive discussion on it.
The discussion could start anywhere, at dinner, late at night when none of you can sleep, when you'd be having little drinks to relax.
It would help you understand each other's understanding about certain things more, strengthening your bond together.
Your favorite books are the classics, and the one book which you both enjoyed so much and reread it all the time is Oscar Wilde's 'Picture of Dorian Gray'.
You both emoted a lot to the book and bring it up often in your discussions.
Oh, and a little bonus: quoting your favorite lines from the books you love all the time in public when you're with friends or family, which is your own inside joke!
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Against All Odds pt.5 (Joel Miller x fem! reader)
Warnings: angst, gore, reliving trauma, canon typical violence, IT'S LONG (let me know if I missed any)
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After running through the rain for a few miles we finally made it far enough to be safe from patrol. We were in what looked like what used to be a barber shop or something. Regardless of what it used to be, now it was our shelter for the night. 
“You should get some rest, Ellie. We aren’t making it to the State House tonight.” I said to the young girl. 
She eyed Tess and Joel, clearly unsure if she’d be safe lowing her guard after finding out she had been bitten. 
“You’ll be safe, I promise.” I tried to reassure her. 
She slowly nodded and found herself a dry spot to curl up for the night. Tess and Joel stood on the opposite side of the building. I walked over to them so we could discuss our game plan. 
“So, it’s,” I checked my watch, “just passed 2:30 am, sun will be up by around 7:00 ish, we got at least 4 hours for watch. We can each take an hour and 20 minutes.” I suggested. 
“I ain’t sleepin’.” Tessl said matter of factly. 
“Yeah, me neither. Someone needs to watch the door and someone needs to keep an eye on that kid.” Joel said. 
“One: door’s barricaded, ain’t nothing getting in through there. Two: she said that bite is 2 weeks old. She hasn’t gone all crazy yet, she won’t overnight. It’ll be fine.” I tried to argue. 
“I don’t trust it. That doesn’t happen, Yn. But I mean if you want to risk yourself and-” I knew he was about to mention the baby but I gave him a pointed look warning him not to, “and sleep,” he corrected himself, “then be my fucking guest.” 
I sighed, “Well I am tiered Joel so yeah I think I’ll take the so-called risk.” 
I walked away and dropped my bag down to use as a pillow and used Joel’s jacket I took from the apartment to cover my upper body up. Every time I’ve ever slept outside the walls it had always been either with, or at the very least beside Joel as he took his watch shift. So being away from him right now felt strange, even though he was only a few yards away from me. Luckily though I was still tired enough to fall asleep fairly quickly. 
Unfortunately, I had only managed to sleep a little over an hour. I tried going back to sleep but it was no use. So, instead, I got up and walked over to Joel and Tess. 
“You can go back to sleep.” Joel said quietly. 
“I’m fine. If one of you wants to rest for a bit I can take over for one of you.” I offered. 
“We’re good.” Tess said, not taking her eyes off the girl. 
“Fine.” I sighed and grabbed Joel’s bag. 
He never checks the small, inner pocket of his bag and I had gotten into a habit of tucking a small book in there when I could, even if I wasn’t going with them I would still do it. I wasn’t sure if he ever finished reading them or not but he would always return it to me when he got back and had something to say about it. 
“What are you doing?” Joel asked. 
“Looking for something.” 
I didn’t remember him returning the last one I gave him, so I wanted to see if it was still in there. And lucky for me it was. I pulled out an old, slightly faded copy of The Picture of Dorian Gray. Joel gave me a weird look. 
“I mean, if you don’t need me to watch anything and I’m not falling back asleep, might as well pass the time some way.” 
I took it over to the wall and sat down. Luckily the rain had stopped, giving way to the light of the moon. This gave me just enough light to read in. Despite my efforts, I fell asleep about 30 minutes later and didn’t wake back up until the sun had risen. Sitting against the hard wall like that made my back hurt as I stood up and walked over to put my book back in Joel’s bag. 
“Ellie awake yet?” I asked. 
“Nope.” 
“Okay well, I’m going to go find somewhere to pee.” I said before walking off. 
When I got back Ellie was now awake and Joel had the rifle he had stolen from the guard pointed at her.
“Show us your arm.” He said. 
She sighed before rolling up the sleeve of her jacket, showing the scar from where she had been bitten. 
“Yeah, it’s not getting any worse is it?” She sassed. 
I walked over and squatted down beside her. 
“Can I see it?” I asked. 
I didn’t get a good look at it in the chaos last night and wanted to see it for myself. She nodded and held it over to me so I could see it better. 
“If we’re in the open city why aren’t we getting swarmed?” She asked, I turned to Joel for him to answer her. 
“Don’t worry about it.” He said causing me to roll my eyes. 
“Well, I’m gonna.” She sassed. 
“We’ll be fine.” I said quietly before letting go of her arm and standing up. 
“What was Marlene doing with an infected kid?” Tess asked. 
“I’m not infected.” Ellied argued. 
I walked over to sit with Joel and Tess, “I mean she’s right. She was bitten but not infected. I know that doesn’t happen but it did… But why were you with Marlene then?” 
“She found me after I was bitten.” She explained. 
“And she didn’t shoot you?” Joel asked harshly. 
“Clearly not.” Ellie snapped back, causing me to fight the urge to snicker at her response before she explained a little more, “She locked me up and her guys test me every day to make sure I wasn’t infected.” 
“How did they test you?” I asked before I could process what I was saying. 
“They’d make me count to ten then hold my hand out and keep it steady. But you know what I think really impressed them was the fact that I didn’t turn into a fucking monster.” 
I nodded, “Fair enough.” 
“I gotta pee.” She said going to stand up, but Joel did the same and his grip on the rifle tightened. 
“Joel. Let her go. She’s not going anywhere. You heard her, she’s worried about what’s out there.” I said quietly to Joel before turning to her, “Go back there, just find a spot. And here, use this. It’s the best we got. Just tear out a few pages.” I said tossing an old magazine to her. 
She caught it and disappeared into one of the small side rooms. 
“Nothing’s gonna kill me in here, right?” She called out. 
“No, you’re fine. I just went too.” I yelled back. 
As Joel sat down, I noticed his right hand was shaking and still bloody from last night. 
“Broken?” Tess asked having seen the same thing as me. 
“Maye a hairline, it’ll heal fast.” He replied. 
“Can I see it?” I asked gently. 
“It’s fine.” He said coldly. 
“Joel, let me see your fucking hand.” I said, holding mine out for him to put his in. 
He sighed but did as I told him. I looked it over, it was defiantly swollen. Luckily it wasn’t too nasty, the rain helped clean it out pretty well last night. 
“It’s fairly clean. I’m gonna wrap it for you.” I told him rather than asking already standing to grab my bag. 
“Joel she made it through the fucking night.” Tess said as I walked back over, bag in hand. 
“Doesn’t matter.” Joel bit back. 
I took my seat on the ground beside Joel and began to bandage up his hand. 
“It’s gonna happen sooner or later.” He tried to reason, “We’re still close to the wall, we sneak her back into the QZ, and we find a different way to get the battery.” 
“This is our best shot,” Tess argued, “If we take her back there, someone is gonna notice her arm, they’ll scan her and kill her.” 
“Well better them than us.” He shot back. 
“May I give my two cents here?” I asked finishing up Joel's bandages. 
Tess nodded for me to go on. 
“I can’t believe I’m sayin’ it but I agree with Tess. We can’t bring her back… and we can’t kill her. It ain’t fair to her. Bringing her to the State House is our best option here, rather than bringing her back to the QZ where we know she will get killed, or killing her ourselves. At least that way we won’t have to live knowing we lead her to slaughter.” I said. 
“You two both need to quit talking about her like she actually has a life ahead of her.” Joel said. 
“Maybe she does.” I argued just as we heard footsteps coming back. 
“Whatever, let’s just eat something before we have to head out again.” Joel said digging into his bag. 
“You hungry? We can share some of ours.” Tess offered as Ellied sat back down. 
“Marlene sent me with my own.” She said before digging into her bag and pulling something out of it. 
Joel passed out a couple of pieces of dried jerky to both me and Tess. I broke off a piece of mine but as I brought it up to my mouth and caught a whiff of it, it made me feel nauseous. I sat up a bit more and brought it away from my face to take a few deep breaths before handing the pieces back to Joel. 
“Here. I’m not hungry.” I said. 
“You need to eat.” Joel said, not taking them. 
“Joel, take them.” I snapped a little. 
“You okay kid? You look really pale.” Tess said, taking the jerky from my hand. 
“I’m not a kid. And I’m fine.” I lied. 
I could tell she wasn’t convinced but I am glad she didn’t ask any more questions. Instead, she put the jerky away and dug in her bag for something.  
“Here, eat these, I’ve been secretly growing them at my place. You need to eat something. And drink some water.” She said handing me a small bag of berries. 
I nodded in thanks and slowly ate them. I was so caught up in trying not to puke that I had completely tuned out the conversation Ellie and Tess were having until Tess stood up from her stool and walked closer to the young girl. Joel tried to stop her, but I grabbed his arm to keep him from doing so. 
“Why are you so special to Marlene? And don’t lie or we’ll take you back.” She threatened. 
“You take me back, you don’t get your battery.” Ellie popped off to her. 
Tess scoffed, “You heard that huh? Well, then you must’ve also heard that he wants to shoot you.” 
Ellie eyed Joel nervously before replying, “Yeah, but she said you shouldn’t, at least not yourself. And something tells me she won’t let him do it.” She said referring to me. 
Joel rolled his eyes at her remark. 
“Look, I’m gonna talk to you like you’re an adult,” Tess began as she knelt down in front of Ellie, “We’re not good people, we’re doing this for us. Because apparently, you’re worth something. But we don’t know what you’re worth if we don’t know what we have. So, answer my question.” 
I could tell Ellie thought about what she was about to do, she seemed apprehensive. 
“She told me not to tell anyone and now I’m telling the first people that I-” She hesitated. 
“Hey, it’s okay we won’t tell anyone.” I finally spoke up, trying to reassure her. 
She took a deep breath before continuing, “There’s a Firefly base camp somewhere out west… with doctors. They’re working on finding a cure.” 
“We’ve heard this all before.” Joel sighed, annoyed that we were even considering giving her the time of day to explain herself. 
“And whatever happened to me…” 
“-Is the key to the vaccine.” Joel said with her, knowing what she was about to say. 
“That’s what this is? We’ve heard this a million times before. Vaccines, miracle cures. None of it works. Ever.” He argued. 
“Fuck you, man. I didn’t ask for this.” Ellied snapped at him standing up. 
“You and me both. Tess, Yn, this isn’t gonna end well. We need to go back.” He urged. 
I stood up as Tess did the same. 
“Let’s just finish it.” Tess said, “It doesn’t matter if she is or isn’t what the Fireflies say. If they believe that she is then… we get what we want.” 
“I mean, best-case scenario she is, we hand her over, they find a cure, we get the truck and find Tommy. Worst-case scenario is she isn’t and this was a waste of time.” I said. 
“No, Yn, worst-case is we all end up dead.” Joel said harshly. 
“Can you two get over your lover's quarrel, are we going or not?” Tess asked. 
Joel sighed and grabbed his bag, “If she so much as twitches.” He warned. 
Ellied began to snarl and make choking sounds as she pretend to twitch around causing me to bite back a snicker. Joel didn’t find it amusing. 
“Don’t.” Tess reprimanded her and she stopped immediately. 
We all collected our stuff and as Joel picked up his newly acquired rifle Ellie eyed it up and said, “Can I have a gun.” 
“Absolutely not.” 
“No.” 
“Hell no.” Joel, Tess, and I all said respectively. 
“Okay, Jesus. Fine. I’ll have to just throw a fucking sandwich at them.” She said as she picked up what was left over and put it in her bag. 
Joel moved the barricade from the door and then opened it to make sure the coast was clear. When he confirmed that it was, we followed him out. 
When we walked out, the sun was shining and you could see the city around us. Or what used to be a city that was now falling apart and overrun but nature. Ellie was ahead of me and watched her with a small smile as she took in the sight before her. 
“Whoa.” She sighed. 
“I know, I had the same reaction my first time seeing it.” I said, nudging her slightly with my arm. 
“We should get movin’.” Joel said. 
And with that, we began walking. We passed some of the craters left from the bombings. Just like me, Ellie was oddly fascinated with everything we passed. 
“It’s like a fucked up moon. Are these from the bombings?” She asked. 
“Yeah, Joel or Tess can tell you more about it. I don’t really remember it.” I admitted. 
“They bombed most of the bigger cities like this, “ Tess explained, “They had to slow the spread somehow. It worked here, but it didn’t in most places.” 
We walked a little further before we got to a road that was impassable due to a collapsed building. It was really in the most inconvenient spot. If it wasn’t blocked, then the State House would have been a straight shot taking ten to fifteen minutes tops to get there. But since that was not an option we had to choose one of the alternate routes. 
“Long way or short way?” Joel asked. 
“Well, I mean it’s the long way or the ‘we’re fuckin dead’ way.” Tess said. 
“Well, I vote long way, just based on that limited information.” 
Joel nodded, knowing it was the safer route, “We have to check it from the hotel first.” 
We nodded and began walking that way. It was still eerie walking past all the abandoned cars. I didn’t dare to look in them. I made that mistake once. Most of them were empty, but not all of them. You had a chance of finding an infected or perhaps worst severely decomposing person in them. 
As we walked, Joel hung back in the back of the group, Tess lead the way while Ellie and I walked together. 
“Where the fuck are they all?” She asked. 
I just shook my head, “You’ll know it when they’re close. Don’t ask about them though, you’ll jinx us.” I warned. 
“I didn’t know last time.” She said. 
“Was that when you got bit?” I asked.
She nodded, “It was in the old mall in the QZ.” 
Tess turned around at that and waited for us to catch up. 
“You got bit in the sealed-off mall that no one is supposed to go in. Ever.” 
“Whatever. I snuck in. I wanted to see what it was like. Didn’t think there was gonna be anything in there and then one just came at me outta nowhere. I thought I got away, but.” 
“So, it was just you in there, alone?” Tess asked. 
“Yeah.” Ellie said. 
“How old are you?” Tess asked another question. 
“14.” 
“Wow. I mean, you got some balls on you, sister.” 
“Thanks.” Ellie said, smiling to herself causing me to smile a little too. 
We continued our trek down the old highway, occasionally climbing over cars that had been wrecked and flipped over. Joel was staying silent which wasn’t unusual for him. Not that I wanted to speak to him right now. 
“So Ellie,” I began, “No one’s going to come looking for you, right?” 
“Yeah, like mom, or dad or boyfriend?” Tess added. 
“Well, I’m an orphan, and ah no…” She said, “Everyone always said the outer city was crazy,” She said, changing the subject, “like there were hoards of infected running wild.” 
“Not exactly like that.” Joel’s voice startled me a bit. 
“People like to tell stories.” Tess added. 
“So, there aren’t Super-Infected that explode fungus spores on you?” Ellie asked. 
“Shit, I hope not.” Tess joked. 
“Just thinking about that makes my skin crawl.” I said with a small shutter as the thought of what facing one of those would be like. 
“Or what about ones with split open heads that can see in the dark like bats?” Ellied asked causing me to freeze. 
I had come to learn that when I had been attacked trying to get to the Boston QZ, all those years ago with my brother and Pa that it had been a Clicker. They were the final stage of being infected. It was when you became more fungus than human. The fungus grows out of your skull, cracking it open and allowing it to grow bigger. 
I took a deep breath and went to continue walking but just as I went to take a step we all froze and looked off to our left where we could hear a loud, distant howling yell of an infected. 
“What was that?” Ellie asked. 
“I told you, you would know when they got close.” I reminded her. 
“Let’s keep movin’.” Joel said, gripping his rifle a little tighter. 
We eventually made it to the hotel. When we pushed open the door the smell of murky water hit me causing me to sigh. I was not going to be able to catch a break today from horrible smells. It also looked like the rain we had just gotten had made the water in there rise a lot more. 
“You’ve gotta be kidding me! You guys ever stay in a place like this?” Ellie asked. 
“Uh no,  a little out of our league.” Tess joked. 
“How do you even know what this is?” Joel asked. 
“Have you ever heard of books?” She sassed causing him to roll his eyes before he descended the few stairs down into the water. 
“Wait a minute we're going in there?” 
“Unfortunately.” I said to her as I tightened the straps on my backpack. 
“We gotta get to the stairwell on the other side.” Tess said, nodding across the way at it. 
“Well, I- I um don’t know how to swim.” She tried to argue. 
“Seriously?” Joel asked. 
“Do you think we have pools in the QZ?” She shot back at him. 
“No, smartass. I mean,” He finished his sentence by jumping off the last step and showing the water, despite being higher than usual, only came up to right around his knees. 
“I don’t know how I was supposed to know that.” Ellie said as she walked down the stairs. 
I went to walk down the too but Tess stopped me. 
“Careful, kid, they’re slick.” She warned with a knowing look. 
Fuck. She knew. 
“Thanks.” I nodded before carefully walking down with her following behind me. 
The floor was covered in slippery algae so I took my time walking across it with Tess as Joel and Ellie were ahead of us. 
“Does he know?” She asked. 
I looked at her but didn’t answer. 
“I’m not trying to pry. Just wondering if that’s got him so bent out of shape.” She explained. 
“No, me being pregnant is what’s gotten him so bent out of shape. He doesn’t want it. He said the last time he held a baby was before I was even born…” I explained. 
“That’s what happens when you get with a much older man,” She teased only partly joking, “But I guess the question is, do you want it?” 
I nodded, “Yeah.” 
“He loves you, Yn, he’ll come around.” She tried to reassure me. 
I shrugged, “I just think he has too much going on right now, and worrying about me even more than he usually has to just sent him over the edge. Like he made it very clear that he doesn’t want the baby, but wants to make decisions on what is best for me now. He doesn’t need to do that. He doesn’t want it, so let me worry about it. You know?” 
She nodded as we both stopped to look over at Ellie as she messed around with the old luggage cart. Then, when she jumped back, clearly startled by something, Tess and I were both pulling out our guns as Joel rushed over to help her. Joel helped her up after seeing that there was no immediate danger. She made her way over to us and we both made sure she was okay. Once we made it across the water, we had to climb up ten flights of stairs to get high enough. Joel led the way with his rifle, making sure the coast was clear for us. 
When we got to the top Joel checked down the hall to make sure we were safe then walked out. When Tess and I made it there we both paused for a second to catch our breaths. 
“Come on, it wasn’t that bad.” Ellie teased. 
“You try climbing ten fuckin’ flights with our knees. See how you feel.” Tess shot back in defense. 
“Okay, but what about her? She like in her twenties, why are you winded?” Ellied asked nodding to me. 
“I have my reasons.” I said. 
“That’s convincing.” She said before following Joel. 
 We rounded a corner and saw that part of the building had collapsed. 
“Well, when the fuck did that happen?” Tess asked.
We tried to open a few of the doors but none of them would budge. I walked closer to the rubble. There was an opening I could fit through. 
“Hey, what if I climb through? I can work my way around and open it from the inside maybe?” I suggested. 
“Worth a shot.” Tess agreed. 
“No.” Joel was quick to shut that down. 
“I can go. I am the smallest.” Ellie offered up. 
“No, if you die, we get nothing.” Tess said. “Let Tess go.” Joel suggested. 
“Why can’t I do it?” I questioned, crossing my arms over my chest. 
“Because you might get hurt.” He argued. 
“And if she does, Joel, it’ll be on here. She’s a big girl she can go. Come on let's get her up there.” Tess said, ending our little argument. 
They helped me up through the opening then I began climbing over hunks of cement and barbs. 
“You good up there?” Joel called out to me. 
“I’m fine. Just trying to map out a course. It’s a fucking a mess up here. Give me a few minutes.” 
I finally mapped out my route to get over the piles of concrete without getting impaled by a metal barb. Once I made it through I took a glance around me, to the street below. Fuck. There were infected down there a lot of them. We wouldn’t be able to go that way anymore. I sighed, turning around to go let the others in. 
“Joel, put your fucking gun down, if you shoot me, I’ll shoot back.” I warned as I began to move pieces of furniture out of the way. 
I got to the door and opened it, my face must have said it all. 
“What’s wrong?” Tess asked. 
“Come see for yourself.” I said, turning around and leading them to see what I saw down in the street. 
When we got over to the balcony, Ellie stepped up onto the bottom molding to get a better view. “Be careful.” I said, coming to stand beside her as she leaned over a bit more. 
“There’s so many.” She said in awe. 
I saw Tess nod from the corner of my eye, “Yeah, last time we came through here, they were still deep inside the buildings. But I guess enough people came through looking for the QZ, they went inside seeking shelter and that’s how they get more and more of the city bit by bit, year after year.” 
We watched them as they all seemed to move together. 
“They’re connected.” Ellie commented. 
“More than you know.” Tess began, “The fungus also grows underground. Long fibers like wires, some of them stretching over a mile. Now, you step on a patch of cordyceps in one place, and you can wake a dozen Infected from somewhere else.” 
“Really?” 
Tess nodded once again, “Then they know where you are and they’re coming for you. You’re not immune from being ripped apart. You understand?” 
“Tess, chill you’re scaring her.” I said. 
“I’m just being honest with her. This is important for her to know. I’m trying to keep her alive.” She said defensively. 
Ellie hopped down from where she was standing with a small sigh.
“So, guess we’re not going that way.” 
“Nope.” I confirmed. 
“So, what do we do then?” She asked, looking between the three of us. 
I looked at Joel and waited for him to confirm what I already knew he was going to say. 
“Museum.” He said and I immediately shook my head. “No. There’s other ways, we can take one of those.” I said. 
“We don’t have a secure way to check those routes. And we’re running out of time. It’s the only option now. You knew we might go that way if you’re so terrified of it, then maybe yo-” 
“Joel, I swear, if you say that I should’ve stayed back one more time I’ll push your fucking ass off this building and let the Infected have their way with you.” I said. 
He was way out of line. He knew what happened last time. He knew why I was terrified to go back there. 
It happened about 8 months ago. We were going out to trade with Frank and Bill. I decided to tag along, I hadn’t seen them since we met something always came up but always sent my best wishes when Joel and Tess went. But this time I was able to go. 
We made it out of the QZ without any issues. I couldn’t remember why but we decided to take the route through the museum. They hadn’t taken me that way last time so I was excited to see a different part of the city. We made it in without any issues. It was when we got to the second floor. Joel had told me to have my gun ready, just in case there were any infected hiding out in there. 
Tess was behind me and Joel was leading us. He had his flashlight out lighting the way. I saw it before he did. I man ran out from the shadows straight at him. He had a knife in his hand, ready to attack. Joel’s head was down, trying to get his light readjusted in his grip. 
“Joel!” I yelled, getting his attention. 
He sidestepped the attack just narrowly missing getting slashed. Now the man was running straight at me. I wasn’t sure what happened, but next thing I knew my ears were ringing, the man had fallen with a thud, and my hands were shaking as they gripped my now-raised gun. 
What had I done? 
I killed him. I killed someone. They weren’t even infected from what I could tell. Then I heard it. The howling of a dying man. I hadn’t killed him. 
“You son of a bitch! You shot me!” He yelled, trying and failing to stop the blood that was coming from his stomach. 
I hadn’t really aimed and he was so close that the bullet ripped him up pretty good. 
It got worse though. The man had clearly gone insane because next thing I knew, as I stood there in shock, the man took his rusted knife and made a cut at the bullet wound. It wasn’t a huge one, but it was enough that he could stick his own hand into it. And that is what he did. At this point, Tess had grabbed me and was pulling me backward from the way we came and Joel was walking toward us to try and block out the man. He managed to, but not before I saw him pulling out his own intestines as he continued to bellow in pain. The last thing I saw was him finally go limp on the ground. 
Once we got out, Jole made sure I was okay. I was still in shock and couldn’t find the strength to speak. So I just let him hold me for a few minutes before he began walking us back toward the QZ. 
As we walked to the museum, the scene replayed over and over again in my head. It had traumatized me. Not only was that my first time killing someone, but what he did after being shot scared me. I can still hear his screams in my sleep sometimes. 
“Earth to Yn?” Tess’s voice brought me out of my trance. 
“Sorry, what?” 
“Take this flashlight.” She held it out to me and I took it into my shaking hands. 
“Okay, more ground rules,” she said, turning to Ellie, I didn’t listen to them as my eyes met Joel’s. 
“You’ve been quiet.” He commented. 
“Yeah, just reliving some trauma… you think he’s still in there?” I asked, referring to his dead body. 
“Well, I doubt he had some kin to come collect his body.” Joel sassed. 
“Joel quit being an ass. You know that scared the fuck out of me. I couldn’t sleep for a month without seeing him.” I said, tears welling up at the thought of it again. 
“Hey, I’ll go ahead of you, if he’s there, close your eyes and I’ll guide you past it. Okay?” Tess offered. 
I nodded, “Thank you.” 
It was so weird that Tess was now being nicer to me since she figured out that I was pregnant. At least someone was, it’s not like Joel has been. 
Joel went in first. He poked his head in and made sure the coast was clear once he was sure it was he went in and nodded for us to follow. I was still shaking as I followed him in, followed by Ellie, then Tess. I was zoned out to everything around me. I had one goal and one goal only: get in and get out of here. I vaguely processed Joel and Tess talking about something Ellie found but couldn’t focus enough to catch what was being said. 
“Yn, you got that?” Joel asked, stepping in front of me. 
“Hm?” 
“Silent. Completely silent from now on.” He said and all I could do was nod. 
Any other time I would’ve processed why we were being silent, but I just couldn’t right now, but I still went along with it. We made our way up the stairs, my little “friend” was on the second landing. I hesitated as we got closer. I was shocked when Joel stopped and nodded for Tess and Ellie to go passed. He stepped down closer to me and nodded, telling me the body was still there. 
“Close your eyes.” He mouthed. 
I nodded and did so. Then he grabbed my hand and carefully led me passed him. Joel tapped my arm and my eyes opened, we had made it past. 
“Don’t look.” He mouthed before nodding me to go forward. 
I went to take a step but something caught my attention. Up at the top of the stairwell, I swore I heard something. I shrugged it off as paranoia and continued to follow Tess up. Once we made it all the way up, Joel took over leading us. I was feeling a bit better having passed the body now, but something felt off. 
We made it into an exhibit hall. Joel had once again made sure the coast was clear before we entered. We were back to our original lineup with Joel leading, then me, then Ellie and Tess in the back. I had made it through the doorway and was waiting for Tess and Ellie when I heard a rumbling sound. Just as they were crossing the threshold, the ceiling out in the hallway collapsed sending both of them to the floor. Joel and I were quick to help them up. 
Then we heard it. Screeching and then… clicking. There was a Clicker in here with us. 
Without saying a word, Ellie stayed behind me as Tess and Joel stayed ahead of me and we all moved together, slowly backing away from where we had heard the noises. I was shaking and had to bite my lip to keep from crying. Why did it have to be a damn Clicker? I would’ve much rather preferred to have another crazed man attack us than have to deal with one of them. It rounded the corner and I looked away, I didn’t even want to look at it. 
As we continued to back away, I heard more clicking coming from another hall. When I turned to look, another was stumbling out. Our backs were against a display case as it stumbled around it. I watched in silent horror as it rounded the case and began to walk behind Joel. I was holding my breath to not make any sounds. Then, it all happened so fast. Someone exhaled just loud enough for it to hear. The Clicker turned and screeched at us. 
Then, Joel was taking his gun and shooting at it. “Run!” He yelled at us as he tried to fight it off. 
I was in complete defense mode and took off running. Tess and Ellie went one way and I split off the other way. I realized it was a stupid idea seeing as I had no idea how the fuck to get out of here and the way we had come in was now blocked off by the collapsed ceiling. It didn’t matter all that did was getting away. I heard thuds and more gunshots as I turned into another part of the exhibit. There were footsteps behind me and turned just in time to see Joel running and pointing for me to go in there. He followed in behind me, bringing the Clicker that was chasing him along with him. He pushed over one of the busts and it hit a glass display case, shattering it and distracting the Clicker. We hid behind a taller one and Joel very quietly reloaded his gun. Once he was done he glanced around us. 
Then, he pointed to something past me. I turned and saw Ellie crouching behind a display by herself. I turned back to Joel and nodded before carefully making my way over to her. We got there and got her to follow us. We were inching our way to the other side when the sound of glass crunching under a boot made my heart drop. I barely had time to glance up and see the Clicker jump onto Ellie. 
It had her pinned and she was doing her best to keep it away from her. I didn’t hesitate to aim my gun at it. I shot it once, twice before it stumbled off of her. Joel got her up and began rushing away with her. The Clicker stumbled for a moment before running at us once again. I fired at it again and again until it fell to the ground and I emptied two more rounds into its head. 
I thought we were clear. I couldn’t hear the other but as I glanced around me I realized that Tess was nowhere to be seen. Then I heard it, the other Clicker. It was running at us before Tess got to it. She hit it with a hatchet which stopped its advances on us as it turned toward her. Joel quickly grabbed his rifle and aimed at it. Within two shots to its head, it too went down. 
“Is everyone okay?” Joel asked. 
“Twisted ankle, but… yeah.” Tess spoke up first before turning to Ellie, “You alright?” 
“Well, I didn’t shit my pants, so…” She said but then rolled up her sleeve, “Well if it was gonna happen to one of us.” 
“Hey,” Tess spoke up once again, “Let's get the fuck out of here.”
She began walking towards the window to lead us out and Ellie followed. Joel hung back for a moment. 
“Are you okay?” 
I nodded knowing he meant if I was physically hurt, which I wasn’t. Tears began to well up in my eyes, quickly wiped them, and just turned to follow the other two out of here. Once we got out, Joel helped Tess wrap her ankle while I helped Ellie cover the wound on her arm.  As I tied off the bandage I could feel nausea creeping up my throat. I quickly but carefully hurried across the wooden planks to the other building where it was a bit more flat. I managed to get out of where they would be walking before dropping to my knees and hurling. 
Once I was done, I sat back, catching my breath. I felt something tap my shoulder and opened my eyes to see Joel offering me his water canteen. I took it with a small nod. 
“This is why you shouldn’t have come out here. It’s gonna get worse before it gets better. It’s still not too late to head back. You know the way back to the QZ from here.” He said gently, clearly trying to comfort me with his tone but his words did the complete opposite. 
I spit out the water I was using to get the nasty taste out of my mouth before turning to him. 
“You must be out of your damn mind if you think I am going back through there alone. I’ve never been out here by myself before. There ain’t no way in hell I am turning around and heading back by myself. I don’t care if you think it’ll get worse. You made it very clear this is my issue to deal with. If you’ve suddenly had a change of heart we can discuss it when we get back. We won’t be out here forever. We’ll get Ellie to the State House, get a truck, and then go to the radio tower to find Tommy. We’ll be gone a month, two months tops. I’m roughly 7-9 weeks is what the midwife said. So we will have plenty of time to discuss it then. Let’s just take care of this.” I said standing up and handing him back his canteen. 
“Wait, you’re pregnant?” Ellie asked from where she stood near Tess. 
“Yeah.” I sighed. 
“And you came out here?” She was clearly surprised by my choice. 
“Yup. Come let’s get moving.” I said, wanting the attention off of me. 
“Yeah, let’s go.” Tess said nodding and leading the way. 
We made our way to the edge of the building and from there you could see the golden top of the State House. 
“Is it everything you’d hope it’d be?” Joel asked her. 
“Jury’s still out. But, man, you can’t deny that view.” She said in awe. 
“No, no you can’t.” I agreed, stepping up beside her. 
“Come on, let’s try to get there before it gets dark.” Tess said before swinging herself around the edge of the rusty old fire escape ladder. 
I went to go next. 
“Should someone help her?” Ellie asked Joel. 
“I got it.” I reassured her. 
At least she genuinely cared. She followed behind me, and then Joel. We were pretty high up so it took a little while to climb all the way down. 
Tess kept leading the way to the State House. I couldn’t help but feel like she was walking a lot faster than we were earlier. She was also seemingly trying to keep her distance from us. Anytime we tried to catch up too much, she speed up a little more. I wasn’t sure why she was in such a rush all of a sudden. Yes, we were trying to get there before it got dark but we were making good time. 
When we finally made it, it was quiet. Too quiet. 
“Where the fuck are they?” Tess asked the question that we were all thinking. 
It was evident they had been here at some point seeing as there was one of their trucks parked out front still. They should be here. Joel went to check the cab of the truck. With his rifle in hand, he opened the passenger door and threw it open. Empty. However, I could see from where Tess, Ellie, and I were standing that there was blood splattered in the cab. Something had happened to them. Both Tess and I had our guns drawn ready to help Joel should he need it. He disappeared around the other side and when he didn’t signal us to follow or show up again we grew impatient and went to see what he had found. 
“What the fuck is going on?” Tess asked. 
“I don’t know.” He replied, staring at the empty truck. 
“They went inside.” 
We all turned to see what Ellie was talking about and sure enough there was a trail of blood leading up the steps. Then, without warning, Tess pushed pasted both Joel and me and grabbed Ellie by the arm, and began forcefully leading her up the stairs. 
“Come on!” She said to the girl. 
I turned to Joel to see if he had any clues about what just happened but he looked just as confused as I did. We both then followed after them. We were all shocked by what we found when we got inside. Everyone was dead. Tess looked panicked. 
“I mean there’s gotta be like a fuckin’ radio or somethin’, right?” She asked as she began to frantically look around. 
“Who killed them, FEDRA?” Ellie asked. 
“No,” Joel began as he rolled the body closet to him over with his foot, “One of them got bitten. The healthy ones fought the sick ones. Everyone lost.” 
I turned to see Tess still frantically looking around for something. “Tess, what’s going on?” “Where did Marlene say she was taking you?” She asked, ignoring my question and quickly approaching Ellie. 
“I- I don’t know. Just west.” 
“Just west.” She repeated to herself, “Fuck. Okay. Well, I mean, one of them’s gotta have a map on them right?” 
Joel and I continued to watch her. 
“Can you two help?” She snapped at us. 
“No! Tess… it’s over.” Joel said. 
“They wouldn’t risk having a map, Tess… I’m sorry.” 
“Come on. We’re going home.” Joel said. 
“That’s not my fucking home!” She yelled before taking a deep breath and standing back up, “I’m staying,” she said, much calmer, “I mean… our luck  had to run out sooner or later.” 
“Shit.” I whispered under my breath knowing what she meant. 
“She infected.” Ellie said. 
I watched Joel, wait to see how he would react. 
“Show me.” 
“Joel.” She went to take a step towards him only for him to take one back, away from her. 
With a sigh, she grabbed the collar of her shirt and jacket and pulled it down revealing the infection at the junctor of her neck and collarbone. I covered my mouth and tried to breathe slowly as I felt a wave of emotions hit me. We may not have always gotten along the greatest but I’ve been around her for so long now that seeing her infected still made me sad knowing this would be the last time we saw her. 
“Ellie take off your bandage.” She said. 
The girl did as she was told and to my surprise, her bite was already almost completely healed. Tess walked over to Ellie and grabbed her arm to show Joel. 
“This is real, Joel. She is real,” She then turned to me, “Promise you’ll get her to Bill and Franks.” 
“I don’t know the way.” I said shaking my head. 
“He’ll go with you. He would never let you go by yourself. He won’t have a choice but to go. So, please, promise me you’ll get her there. They’ll take her off your hands. They’ll handle it from there.” 
I was nodding gas Joel kept saying “no” and arguing that they wouldn’t take her, but Tess was adamant that they would. 
“Joel, this is your chance to set it all right. All the shit we did. Please say yes, Joel.” Tess pleaded. 
I was watching with teary eyes, not crying yet, waiting for him to agree. But before he got the chance to say anything an infected screeched. I immediately pulled Ellie to stand behind me and brought my gun out and shot it. Joel still hadn’t answered. Instead, he ran towards the door. I was about to ask him what the hell he was doing but as soon as he opened it I heard the snarls of a hoard of infected coming our way. When I shot that one it must have woken all the others nearby. 
“How many?” Tess asked. 
“All of them.” “How long?” I asked. 
“Maybe a minute.” 
My heart dropped. 
Everyone stood trying to think of something to do, knowing it was practically hopeless. Then, suddenly, Tess grabbed the rifle and walked over to one of the barrels. He knocked its cap off them and dumped its contents onto the floor. She did the same to two more. Then grabbed a basket of grenades and threw them down too. 
“What are you doing?” Ellie asked. 
“Making sure they don’t follow you.” Tess replied. 
When I realized what she was going to do, my heart broke a little. 
“Tess.” I began. 
“Don’t. Don’t cry me. We never really got along anyways.” SHe joked half heartedly. 
I laughed sadly and nodded. 
“Hey, take care of them and save who you can save.” She said. 
I nodded one last time before turning around. 
“Hurry, let's go.” I said, grabbing Ellie’s arm. 
“We can’t leave her!” She yelled. 
“We have to!” I yelled back, following Joel out of the building. 
We had made it less than a hundred yards when the explosion happened. We dropped to our knees for a brief second before standing back up and turning to face the building again. Joel and pulled out our guns, ready to shoot any infected that came our way. I could see them stumbling out of the building, on fire, but none came our way. When we decided we were as safe as we could be, we lowered our guns. I turned to Joel only to find him already staring back at me. Neither of us said a thing. There was nothing to be said. We just turned around and began walking away from the raging fire behind us. 
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kiatheinsomniac · 10 months
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hi kiaa!! i hope youre doing good and school is going good too :) dont overwork yourself pls girl 😩❤️
since requests are open i figured id come and request something!! how would the assassins (altair, ezio, connor, arno, and jacob) react to the reader being extremely sick? how would they take care of the reader? would they be scared of catching the sickness? etc etc. ❤️
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☾ ⋆ ゚𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 / 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: yeee, uni's been fine! i'm done until september now so all I really have to do is pray I've passed all my modules (looking at you, spanish and latin american culture and italian history) and do my summer reading for next year's modules <3 and i make sure to never overwork myself on my blog! i really like what i do here anyway so i can manage lots of writing hehe 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: altaïr, ezio, connor, arno, jacob 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: very slight angst in Jacob's part
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。・:*˚:✧。 altaïr ibn-la'ahad
♡ Altaïr takes a break from his work to look after you. When he knows you'll do alright on your own for a while, he'll go out to train for a few hours to stay in shape but that and cooking meals for you are the only times he'll be leaving your side.
♡ he'll do everything he can to keep your temperature normal whether it's tenderly wiping down your body with a cool, damp cloth while another is folded over your forehead or he's having to bundle you up with blankets while he spoon feeds you, he'll stay by your side to keep you company and will be reading books while you rest.
。・:*˚:✧。ezio auditore
♡ Ezio brings in whatever doctors he can find to look after you but he'll be hovering around in the meantime to make sure they're treating you well and being careful (he'll honestly treat you like you're made of glass).
♡ he'll stay by your side for as long as possible and even if he has to leave you in Claudia's or a doctor's care for the day, he's in the kitchen in the evening cooking meals that Maria taught him to make and then sitting on the edge of your bed to feed them to you while he asks how you've been and he tells you about his day.
。・:*˚:✧。ratonhnaké:ton | connor kenway
♡ Ratonhnhaké:ton will treat you himself for as much is in his ability to before he goes into town to call out a doctor to see you. He'll diligently follow any perscriptions that you're given and he'll put almost everything on hold to look after you. He grew up without a father, he lost his mother and his whole village - he's not going to lose you too.
♡ he'll make sure you get enough fresh air, enough water, enough to eat. He'll be making herbal concoctions for you to help you heal faster. He just wants to see you better again.
。・:*˚:✧。 arno dorian
♡ he calls in the best doctors he can right away. He doesn't want to leave your side and he'll take some time away from the brotherhood is he has to. He'll cook for you, light meals like soups or stews that are easier for you to eat in your current state.
♡ he'll read to you but he keeps his distance a little. He doesn't want the both of you to get sick because then he won't be able to look after you.
。・:*˚:✧。 jacob frye
♡ Jacob's never really been good at the caretaker role. Even when he was younger and Evie was ill, their father was the one to look after her while he was just left to his own devices. Jacob would always notice that he didn't receive the same level of emotional care from his father when he fell ill though.
♡ so, he calls in a doctor/nurse and follows all the instructions they give him to look after you. He doesn't care if he gets ill too, he'll cuddle with you and chat with you and he'll even sing quietly to you while cooling your forehead with a damp cloth or bundling you up in blankets. He'll basically care for you in every way he's advised and then in every way he noticed Evie got but he didn't from their father but he always wanted. He doesn't want you to feel the way he did.
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jeannineee · 5 months
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Kinktober Day Twenty-Four: Choking
Dorian Havilliard x Reader
warnings: smut of course, p in v, praise, dorian uses his invisible hands, light breath play, this one is rather short honestly :(. kinktober masterlist
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"You still with me?" Dorian asked teasingly, running his thumb along your lower lips as he slowly thrust into you.
You nodded weakly, barely coming down from the orgasm he'd just drawn from you. He gave you another slow thrust, to which you mewled, torn between pleasure and overstimulation. "D-Dorian..."
"Shhh..." he cooed, gently prying your hands from his biceps, pinning them above your head with only one hand. His other hand held your waist, keeping you still as he rolled his hips languidly. "Just relax f'me pretty girl. Taking me so well."
You instinctively arched into him, whimpering helplessly as he rutted into you. "Oh--oh, it's too much, please."
"You can take it," Dorian murmured, sucking in a breath as your walls fluttered around him.
Your lips parted in a silent scream as an invisible hand began circling your clit, with another finding home around your neck. You felt the slightest pressure as that same hand squeezed, your mind going dizzy with euphoria.
The sight of you had Dorian cursing under his breath as he threw your legs over his shoulders, driving deeper into you. "Can't get enough of you. So fucking good for me."
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Answered Prayers: Dark Series HOTD Aemond Targaryen x Fem OC Epilogue
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Summary: First infatuation, then obsession. Prince Aemond has found the lady of his dreams and the gods give him a way to keep her. But the Lady is more than she seems. A Dark Romance
Pairing: HOTD Aemond Targaryen x Fem OC
Word Count: 505
Series Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, DUB/CON - NON/CON, Strong Sexual Content, coercion, angst, mention of murder/suicide, medieval-canon sexism, profanity
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Most people who were acquainted with Prince Aemond Targaryen thought that his wife would have to be a very sweet-tempered, docile, and tolerant woman. So after the marriage of the prince to Lady Mira Costayne, many were surprised to find the new princess could be rather bold.
She clearly had no fear of her husband, as the occasional raised voices in argument coming from their chambers could attest to.
She had a sharp wit that even her husband felt at times, and she definitely had a mind of her own.
While the court was discovering these things about the princess, they were also learning that the prince was very much in love with his new wife and very possessive.
Though he was not one for overly romantic gestures or public displays of affection, he was very attentive when it came to his wife. Should any man let his eyes linger too long or stray too close to the princess, they risked the prince’s ire. Even Prince Aegon was not immune to this. Once, the elder prince made a rather vulgar jest, speculating about his new sister’s behavior in bed. That led to members of the kingsguard having to place themselves between the brothers.
Members of the court discovered the princess could be just as protective of her husband. No insults or cruel remarks about his missing eye would be tolerated, and anyone who was careless enough to be overheard would feel Princess Mira’s wrath.
Not long after their marriage, the young couple left the Red Keep for the Reach. The prince and princess were also the lord and lady of the Three Towers, and they were eager to go there. Lord Hightower, ever the politician, decided the newly wed couple would also make a tour of the Reach, visiting numerous houses there.
While their belongings were sent by carriages and wagons, the young couple arrived on dragonback. The princess was clearly happy to be back at her family home and enthusiastic to show her husband their lands. They spent a good deal of time ensuring that everything was in order and maintained. Prince Aemond impressed everyone with his quick study of the Costayne lands, for he was determined that this would be a valuable inheritance to be passed to his heir.
Vhagar soon became a familiar sight in the skies over their lands, often venturing out over the Redwyne Strait and flying over the Arbor. There was some rumor that House Redwyne was very displeased by the marriage of Lady Mira to the prince, and of course they were upset by the death of Lord Dorian in a brothel.
Their tour of the Reach was quite successful. Prince Aemond was found to be quite knowledgeable and dedicated to his role as a royal prince of House Targaryen. Princess Mira was the epitome of a vibrant and loving wife. Anyone who paid attention could see that they were madly in love. If the young couple did not impress, the sight of them on Vhagar’s back did.
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