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kobb4ni2 · 9 months

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･｡ﾟ☆ 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐎 𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

-> [ Part One. |Part Two.| ]

✧ .* pairing ─ None. [For now]

✧ .* gender/pronouns ─ Female and She/Her

☆ .* note ─ This part is a build up for Jimbie's part, so there's no romantic stuff here YET this part is just to tell what happened during the escape. I really reccomend that you read this and not skip this part out bc it doesn't have any x readers yet but this part is very much relevant to the story, so I hope you guys like it :3 !!!!!

☆ .* TRIGGER WARNING ─ Abuse, Sl*v*ry, Implied SA,Abduction and Spoilers for Tiger Fishs' and Boa's backstory.

┈➤ Synopsis: Being a Warlord is a hefty job or title. Many fear you or look down on you. You may be looked down on as a Government Dog to other pirates but yet being feared and respected by your infamous reputation and the strength you had acquired.

There are many rules of being a Warlord that are implied to even normal pirates, one of them is to devote yourself to your captain or your goal when you're traveling in the seas.

It's just too dangerous to fall in love, especially on the high sea, yet that didn't stop your fellow Warlord from being intrigued by you. And are willing to do what it takes to take you, you were theirs in the first place eversince they laid their eyes on you.

Blue. You were used to the color blue especially when you lived half your life under the sea. Fishes, whales and other colorful fish swam around you at Fishman Island- it is your home country after all. But nothing compared to a clear sky of that particular shade of blue. The only thing better would be seeing a white cloud in the shape of a heart hovering just above the surface of the ocean. Or perhaps some clouds made of the purest white. Those are beautiful too. Those were your thoughts when whenever you rose from the ocean to see Sabaody Park, All of your friends' dreams were to step foot or fin on land, but by strict rules and how your elders told you how dangerous humans are towards fishman, people of your generation lost hope of being even with humans.

Your mother taught you that the world is much bigger than the ocean, vast lands, deep green "forest" and all the other stories your mother told you. You've always been awed by such stories, what will happen if I ever step foot on land? Will they hate me because we're just different? Many questions roamed your head every day yet no matter how strong your curiosity was your consciousness was much stronger.

Your hometown was water blue, vasted by the ocean while your head was sparkling with curiosity every day. Yet the memory that sticks to you most that gave you a lot of hope during the time you were at your worst was a fiery red scenery, the opposite of your environment.

The world should learn that no matter how much you control people, the length of one to achieve freedom is endless.

Tiger Fish was the name of the fish-man who freed the slaves that day at Mary Geoise. Many couldn't thank him enough for what he had done to save them. He burnt down and infiltrated the place. The scenery was red and ashy others might think it was hell while the slaves that experienced hell knew this was a heaven-sent moment. The slaves finally have their freedom, the freedom that the owners never give to them after years of torture and one of them was Boa Hancock, Sandersonia, Marigold aka the Boa sisters and you.

Boa ran. Ran as fast as she could while her sisters were behind her catching up. Boa's bare feet hurt but the adrenaline made her forget about the cuts and burnt feet of hers because of the fire they had to cross over. She looked back and saw her sisters getting closer. It wasn’t long before they caught up to her.

Marigold grabbed onto Boa's wrist and said, “We need to hurry or else they'll kill us!” Boa nodded in understanding and started running again faster than ever. Hope was in their grasp until they heard someone speak up.

The three sisters stopped their run and turned around to see a tall man standing a few meters away from them with his arms crossed and a serious look on his face. Marigold felt her knees weaken but kept her feet rooted to the ground. Boa's heartbeat became louder, her breath shorter and her palms sweaty and so were her sisters.

The man speaking was a guard to one of the celestial dragons, not any kind of guard, he was one of the strongest. Boa and her sister knew that they didn't have any chance against him. Yes, they may have devil fruit powers but this man showed many times how ruthless he is. One memory that stuck the most was one time he even used an armament haki-coated bat and used it to break your back because you desperately stopped the guard from even touching one of the sisters. And of course, it ended with you being in pain with a broken spine, and ever since that day, you've shown your selfless act was the day that the sisters were truly in debt.

You were then there to again protect them from the man, you've protected her and her sister many times before, you then told Boa to run away and that you'll take care of this, Boa hesitated. She doesn't want to leave you here! Before she can even utter a word you yelled at her to immediately go. Which caused her brain of thoughts, she then hesitantly turned back and ran while her tears were flowing.

Boa still to this day remembers your yells of you telling Boa to run away and when she turned back she saw you smiling with the fire behind you.

Tiger Fish knew what he was doing, he was following his instinct, his morals, and morals that are built by the things he saw and experienced at the land, especially the mistreatment of his kind - the Fishmen-.

Through the years when he was a slave, he saw many people from all different countries and seas. It was heart-wrenching to see many people slave away because of people who had authority over them and how unfair it truly was not only for him but for other species, even their kind.

So when Tiger Fish escaped the hell he was in, he immediately went back to his home country, even if he was free he could never forget the faces of the people who were slaved away, especially the children, no matter what gender or species the kids are, they didn't deserve any of this suffering.

And that moral still stands today when he was now burning "The Hold Land - Mary Geoise". He watched as all kinds ran, ran for their freedom, as he was going to leave to help more slaves he heard a loud young scream coming near him to be precise from the left side of the fire.

Tigerfish ran as his feet could take him, he was pretty sure that he took all of the slaves in the part he was heading towards.

When he arrived at the scene he saw a badly beaten (F/C) girl mermaid, she was bloody everywhere and was laying on her front where a certain mark was on her back. Tiger Fish knew why the young mermaid was here but her mark just proved all of his suspicion. He was so focused on the barely conscious, bleeding mermaid that he completely ignored the fact that there was a person in front of her, he only noticed that presence when the person stepped on the young girl's back which caused her to wince out in pain.

Tiger Fish immediately looked at the person and saw a man wearing a tattered black leather jacket holding what appeared to be a gun, which was pointed at the bleeding female mermaid. Tiger Fish knew that the man was a guard around the place or the celestial dragon. The man was staring straight at Tiger Fish's face, his face showing with a scowl on his face, his eyes showing rage and hatred. The man's body shook slightly, a vein visible on his forehead popping up as his grip on the gun tightened, and then without a second thought, he pointed the gun right at the mermaid's head.

“Don’t move or else I’m going to pull the trigger and end this worthless mermaid life!”

The guard shouted as he pushed the end of his gun deeper into the mermaid's head which caused a small whimper from the (F/C) mermaid.

Fish Tiger was fuming with fury, angry that anyone dared threaten a young girl who was forcefully abducted by her home and then had to experience all the painful and traumatic experiences she had to go through.

Tiger Fish’s train of thought when he heard soft, barely audible words coming out of the mermaids mouth

“Please. . . p-please save me!… I want to- to- survive please!” as the mermaid reached out her hand towards Tiger Fish. The guard then began threatening the girl which caused the girl to sob tremendously.

But at that moment, those words were what Tiger Fish needed to hear. The guard then stepped more on the gashing wound you have on your back just to provoke Tiger Fish.

“Come get me, man! You want to save your kind then do it but you first have to go through me-“

The guard didn’t have time to finish his sentence before a fist was straight to his face. Tiger Fish’s punch was so quick and powerful that the guard didn’t have time to react and was immediately thrown back, the guard was most definitely knocked out.

Tiger Fish huffs and immediately went to aid the girl. He carefully picked up the girl carrying her bridal style and protected her with his large frame. The mermaid girl then brushed the disheveled hair in front of her to see her savior. He then smiled, “It’s over now little one, you’ll see the blue sea again.” The Fishman said before smiling at the girl in his arms.

The mermaid’s eyes started to swell then she immediately cried in her saviour’s arms her tears finally telling her that the years of torture are finally over. With that, the girl started bawling profusely, her cries heard around the Holy Land.

And with that the rest of the night was history.

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girl-of-many-fandoms · 2 years

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Crime and Punishment

Pairing: Andy Barber x wife!Reader

Summary: Mrs. Barber couldn't resist winding her husband up all day long which doesn't go unpunished by him.

Warnings: MINORS DNI!! SMUT!! 18+ exhibitionist, unprotected p in v seggs (do better), breeding kink, denial, teasing, dom/sub.

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Today was a good day for me, my husband, not so much as I've been testing his patience since the sun rose this morning.

The day started off with me lightly raking my fingertips along his morning wood that was covered by the thin white fabric of our bedsheets, scattered kisses along his neck and jawline that had him wanting more. I left him high and dry the moment I drew a deep moan from him. He groaned in frustration on my way out the bedroom door and spent quite some time in the shower.

The same shower I joined fifteen minutes later to get my day started. Andy tried to trap me in there with him to finish what I started and I let him think that it was going according to how he wanted. We sloppily kissed each other under the lukewarm water that showered down on us. Andy’s much larger hands roamed my body as mine did to his until I wrapped mine around his hard cock, stroking him until he was close to his climax. He grunted as I let him go to finish up my shower with a triumphant smile on my face.

Then after lunch we were both sitting on opposite ends of the sofa with my legs in his lap while we watched a movie that we've seen countless times. I waited for him to get engrossed with the film before dragging my feet along his crotch which earned me a death stare from the lawyer.

"What?" I innocently batted my eyes at him and he tightened his grip on my ankle.

"Don't what me, you know what you're doing. Stop it."

That only encouraged me to do it even more. So using my next foot I repeated my action, smirking as I felt his erection starting to form a tent in his grey sweatpants. He tried his best to keep his serious demeanour together but gave up at the friction stimulating his dick.

Now here we are, seated in one of Boston's fancy restaurants amongst his colleagues and their other halves. Somewhere in the midst of conversing with them I snuck my hand onto his thigh and he immediately grabbed onto my wrist.

"No." That one word sounded more like a warning than a command and boy, was I curious to see how he'd react to my defiance.

He let go of me and I resumed my taunting actions, squeezing his crotch beneath the table. He choked on his beverage and glared at me in the middle of his coughing fit.

"Are you alright Andy?" I rubbed his back like a concerned wife would to her husband choking would. Andy reassured everyone that he was fine before leaning to whisper in my ear.

"You're playing with fucking fire babygirl and I suggest that you stop it right fucking now." Forget angry, he's fuming and instead of cowering away, following his command I only continued to get him riled up.

I'd tease him for a couple minutes and back off all while in the middle of the jokes and stories told by his friends. To my right, Andy was no longer his regular pale but now his face resembled a crimson colour.

Yeah, I was in for it when we get home.

Andy fished his phone from his pocket and looked at the screen as if he'd just received the most important message when in reality, the only notification that brightened his screen was the endless emails he'd received from work.

"Sorry to do this guys but the babysitter is having a bit of trouble putting the twins down for bed, we should get going babe."

Nice excuse Barber, using our one year olds who are most likely already knocked out in their cribs at this hour. Following his lead, I bid everyone a goodnight and left with my clutch in hand. Andy quickly escorted me out to his Audi and opened my door for me before rounding the car to get to his side.

Andy’s hand tightly gripped the wheel as he drove us back in the direction of our home, eerily quite and seething in his seat. He took a left onto a dimly lit road that didn’t have much travelers instead of continuing to go straight and I bit my lip in excitement for what's about to happen. He drove for about an extra mile into the deserted road and pulled to the side.

"Get out." He killed the engine and got out, waiting for me to join him in front of the vehicle. If it wasn't for the moonlight shining down on him I wouldn't have noticed where he was. He stood there with his hands on his hips shooting daggers at me with his eyes as I joined him in the cool night.

"I thought I told you to stop back there?" Andy closed the distance between us with two of his long strides. A smile made it way onto my face as he wrapped his hand around my neck, applying enough pressure to restrict my breathing for a few seconds. His actions caused a pool of arousal to form in my underwear.

"All day you've been behaving like a little girl that wants daddy's attention. Riling me up only to shut me down, leaving me to jerk myself off like I'm some fucking teenage boy with a playboy magazine. Which wasn't a brilliant idea because if you didn't play with me like I was a toy this morning, you would've gotten the chance to cum but now, I'm just going to take what's mine and you're going to wish you hadn't played with me." Andy crushed our lips together in a desperate, needy kiss. Our teeth and tongue clashing together as he claimed my mouth, tasting every inch of it with his tongue.

Reaching up he grabbed himself a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back, that made me moan from both pleasure and pain. His beard burned against my neck as he nipped and sucked away at my exposed flesh. His other hand moved down my body, squeezing my breast firmly before moving to undo the band that held my dress together.

Goosebumps rose on my skin as the cool breeze kissed my exposed front now. He didn't remove the dress completely, instead he left it on to slide his fingers into my soaked underwear.

"You're drenched babygirl, is all that for me?"

"Only you sir." I managed to answer him before moaning out his name at the feeling of his long fingers spreading my slick over my southern lips. My eyes shut and hips bucked once he applied pressure to my bundle of nerves.

Andy didn't give two fucks about anyone who could possibly catch him fingers deep in his wife's sweet cunt right about now and that turned her on even more. They could be caught at any given moment but neither of them cared.

My hips bucked against his palm as I tried to get more stimulation on my clit but just as the familiar knot began to tighten in the pit of my stomach he removed his hand.

"Turn around." Complying I did as told and he pushed me to lie against the hood of his car, bunching the material of my dress up over the globes of my ass.

Andy undid his belt and zipper one handed, his eyes focused on the sight before him. His wife was bent over his car in heels, legs spread and her aching cunt glistening in the little moonlight that they had.

"Look at you all spread for me like a whore." I moaned at the resounding spank he landed on my right cheek. I loved it when he'd get like this..dominant.

"Is that what you want babygirl, you want me to fuck you like a whore?" Another spank landed on my ass this time it was on my left cheek. He repeated his actions a couple times before freeing his rock hard cock from its confines of his boxers.

"I'm not hearing you." Andy tore my panties off and stuffed it into the pocket of his trousers. Another sigh left me as he coated himself in my slick, lining the tip of his cock with my hole.

"Yes sir."

He thrusted his entire girthy length into me and began fucking me like a mad man. Moans spewed from our mouths into the darkness of the night as he stretched me out with his cock. This was exactly what I wanted, my husband angrily fucking me into oblivion.

"You're so tight." Andy stilled in me, leaning over to nibble on my ear. His hand found its way back to my clit, ripping a pornographic moan out of my chest. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as he picked up his pace still applying pressure to my clitoris.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck Andy!" My walls fluttered around him as he drove me closer to my forbidden climax. The sinful sound of my juices drenching his dick was music to our ears. I'm most certain I made a mess of his trousers.

"I could feel you squeezing me, do not cum this fuck isn't for your pleasure." My hands clawed at the surface beneath me, jaw slack as I turned into a whimpering mess at his pounding into me. Andy’s grunts turned into full fledged moans as he neared his release.

"I'm gonna fill you up babygirl-"

"No, no I'm ovulating." Reaching behind me I tried to slow his thrusts but he held my hand in place, adjusting his stance to thrust deeper into me.

"I know." My legs shook beneath me as I fought to keep my orgasm from ripping through me. Andy’s thrusts became irregular before he buried himself balls deep in me. His dick pulsed inside me with each rope of cum that filled me up.

Andy removed himself from my abused hole and tucked himself back into his pants. I wasn't able to move just yet and he didn't seem to mind that he could see his seed leaking from pussy. I moaned again as he pushed it back in with his fingers.

"Good girl, open up." He removed his fingers from me and brought it up to my lips for me to taste. Swirling my tongue around his fingers I cleaned his cum off of them, tasting myself in the process.

He helped me upright and steadied me on my legs that continued to shake under my weight. I halfway fixed my dress while he sensually kissed me under the moon and stars.

"Don't ever pull that stunt again or else you won't be able to walk for a week. C'mon let's go home, I'm not finished with you yet."

#andy barber x wife reader #andy barber x female reader #andy barber imagine #andy barber smut #andy barber #chris evans x y/n #chris evans x reader #chris evans smut #chris evans imagine #defending jacob smut #defending jacob imagine #defending jacob

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youn9racha · 2 years

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Requested by: @9900z

pairing: hyunjin x fem!reader

genre: smut, hints of darkness, angst

synopsis: After a year of taunting and humiliation from the ever so loving boyfriend of yours, you decided to break it off with him and slowly start to forget about him... Until he comes back asking for forgiveness.

warning: jealousy, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), overstimulation, degradations(whore, slut, dumb...), dubcon(?), piv, mentions of a past toxic relationship, mind break (both sides; mainly reader), hair pulling, cunnilingus, brief breeding kink, choking, angsty but happy ending, aftercare

words: 5.1k

a/n: uhh hi.. it has been a while since i finally put up a fic,, kind of feels overwhelming to be back even though I've been absent for around two months, but I'm back. I don't think my writing has changed much, especially since i forgot how to write smut after not doing so for a few months 💔💔 shout out to @lix-ables and @spilledtee for helping me out and putting me back in my feet ! also i hope you enjoyed this piece. ik its been a long wait but I hope i fulfilled what you asked for 🙏i changed up the plot as well i hope you don't mind that too.

This is no way representative of the way Stray Kids act. They’re nothing but references of character, and in no shape or form is this how they act. And I am in no way romanticizing or glamorizing any toxic behavior exhibited, they’re just stories that is meant to be read. And if you are under 18 years of age, PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT. Readers discretion is advised.

You saw his beautiful face once again. His eyes captured yours as he sat across from you, almost as if he was examining you from afar waiting for whatever was next. He was what you would consider your, affection reeks every time we would be in contact, but soon his dark side has revealed its ugly truth. His pretty face was there but his gentle touches and words slowly transitioned into a sudden venomous rupture of words. Questions arose within you as he continued to show his sadistic colors; “was I in the wrong? Did I do something to trigger him? Do I even love him anymore?” And many more came and go, leaving it unanswered in the meantime. But after the tumultuous and tiring years of you two bickering and the feelings of resentment started to grow in my stomach, you opted to pack up and just leave him. You thought his toxicity was getting out of hand, you could still hear him yell out as you leave,

“You’ll regret this! You need me!”

To hell with you, you would say, but silence is often the best option for diffusing this situation. And then you were gone from there, never to see him for a good bit. After many months of questioning yourself, crying, anger, resentment, and an awful amount of drinking, you’ve later seen yourself starting to improve on yourself, especially with the help of the small yet great friend circle you are in. So much so, that you have even ventured off into the whole dating world once again. Tinder, Bumble, Her, you name it, you’ve tried them all, and what’s the issue of one going fishing? There would be moments that dates fail, whether it’d be because one has a bad attitude towards the service worker, one’s in it for the sex, or one just generally does not click with you.

Sparing all the details, most of the time it didn’t work out. But how did you end up with Hyunjin right now? You thought you were done with him, and why did you let him into your apartment? Unbeknownst to you, you may have gone on a date with one of his friends, whom you had never met—presumably, they know of each other after you two broke it off—, at one point and they told him about it. Had you known that they know each other’s names at least, you never would have considered going out with them but here you are.

To say when you heard the knock and opened the door, only to see him standing right in front of you made your heart drop would be an understatement. How the hell did he find out where you live?! You wanted to close the door, but you were frozen as you saw his dark brown eyes shoot at your face. You couldn’t detect his facial expression, but his face did not showcase any negative emotions so you’re not as scared… but still, it’s not like you trust him, he could lash out at your face and you wouldn’t be surprised.

“Uh, hey, (y/n) …” he stammered nervously, scratching the back of his neck in nervousness. “Why the hell is he so apprehensive?! I should be the one shitting my pants right now,” you thought to yourself.

“Hyunjin? What are you doing here? How did you find out where I live?” You went on with your questions, keeping your composure calm despite the creepy fact that he found where you live.

He shrugged, his eyes looking left and right before going back at you, “I may or may not have asked a friend whom you’ve may or may not hooked up a while ago…”

‘Wait what? How could this be?’ your mind had irrational thoughts. But then a conclusion came up after your mini inner arguments; this would mean that you have gone on a date with one of his friends, whom you have never met—presumably they know each other after we broke it off—, at one point and they told him about it. ‘God, this is so humiliating, had I known that they know each other’s names at least, I never would have considered going out with them and this encounter would have not happened but here we are.’ So many thoughts ridiculing your every mistake, but it’s not like you could change the past

You sigh as you roll your eyes, finally putting your senses together and crossing your arms, “What do you want?! I thought I said I don’t want to deal with you anymore.” Hyunjin smirked at your response, “I see you’re still as feisty as before, huh?”

One of the many attributes you’ve missed least from him is that disgusting cocky attitude he is exhibiting right now. Just reminiscing on that made you cringe even more than just seeing his face right now. You groaned abhorrently as you almost shut the door at him if it weren’t for him to hold the door from shutting and yelling out a “wait!”

If you had the matching strength like his, you thought, you would have had the door completely shut on his face, but unfortunately, he overpowered you and ended up pushing the door enough to open it but not enough to hurt you, which you hoped it did as you didn’t want to endure any more of this conversation. He only stood there while you maintained your scorned face toward him, not wanting to fall for his games and let him in.

“Look, I know this isn’t the best time, I know it’s weird and creepy that I showed up at your doorstep and I know we had our bad past. I’m not here to reconcile, I just want to talk to you,” He calmly yet sternly spoke as he maintained his eye contact with you. You only looked at him with a blank expression, unsure of what to respond and whether to let him in or not. After the pain he had given you, why should you let him in? But for some reason, you could sense some sort of honesty in his tone and that he genuinely does not want any malice. He lifted his arm, “look if you wanna inspect my pockets, you can, I don’t even carry weapons with me,” he chuckled slightly.

‘Why would he even say that? Even if he was trying to make light of the situation, he only made the air more awkward than it already is.’ He realized after he sees you wince at his bad-taste humor as he sniffed and curled his lips, “Okay, my bad, but seriously, I just want to chat with you, and I won’t even take long. Consider me gone after today.”

You glared at him as you couldn’t take his excuses anymore and decided to open the door more so he could walk in. The dumbest mistake you have ever made. You would think that after many months of healing and putting yourself together you would learn your lesson, but you seemingly did not. “You’ve got ten minutes and I want you out of my life permanently,” you spoke sternly as you walked into your living room as Hyunjin followed you.

Usually, you’d serve up something to eat or drink and wait until the guest sat first, but you’re making an exception as you thought that allowing him into the house was enough in it itself. The grudge you held was getting heavier and Hyunjin can sense it from the tone down to the body language. You sat on the sofa, while he sat in the armchair, far away from you—it’s a good thing he can read the room for once. And then suddenly, there was this awkward silence that deafens the entire room, just the sound of you tapping your foot. You didn’t bother to look at him and just started fidgeting with the accessories in your hand, but you could sense him still looking at you, almost as if he was staring at you. Who the hell does he think he is?!

“If you don’t have anything to say, then you better get out.”

After you spoke, Hyunjin shook his head, like as if he got out of a zoned-out state, “yeah, right sorry, um…” he looked away from you, as if he were trying to find the words. This time you were looking at him, the irked face still painted on you, however, you couldn’t help but just admire his pretty features. His beautiful brown long locks, his plump, pink lips, his defined jaw, alluring eyes, strong arms, his long, slender ringed finger that is worthy to get sucked—God dammit (y/n), get your shit together! This is the man you’re supposed to resent not gawk at.

“Look, I know I hurt you a lot in the process, and truthfully speaking, you never deserved the nasty comments I gave you…” as Hyunjin rambled on, you still wouldn’t buy his words and started to tune out. It’s such a shame that a man with a personality of a trash can can maintain the most attractive attributes. There is no denial that Hyunjin was a good-looking man despite everything, and on top of that, the greatest memory I had of him, other than the actual romantic moments we had, was the sex.

Hyunjin was a dancer, so he sure can use his hips to hit the spots no one can easily hit. Doubled by the talented fingers he has, and the wonderful, warm tongue that is so pleasant but has its venom when used incorrectly, which he, unfortunately, has used in that way for the last chunk of our relationship. Hyunjin had potential, he just had to flush it down the train with his attitude.

“… and while I don’t seek forgiveness, I just wanted to say I’m sorry…(y/n)?” After he noticed that you weren’t saying anything, you could only blink at him. Sure, you may not have heard much of his statement, but you couldn’t be bothered as you started to remember the past once again, reminded of his actions and how it’s way overdue for him to apologize.

“Oh, so you came here to say sorry, after what? Six months after not seeing each other and you expect me to just take your words for it?” you spoke disdainfully, eyes squinting at him in disbelief.

“No, (y/n)— “

“No, save it, Hyunjin! The damage’s been done, and I was hurt badly because of you.” you spat at him as you leaned forward towards him as if you were getting closer to him to make your point straight, “You don’t understand the weight of your words, you would tend to brush them off and call them jokes, but when I called you out on it, what did you do? Call me sensitive. And when I wanted you to do me a favor, you’d never do it, what type of boyfriend would do that?!”

You began spilling everything and you could see Hyunjin cringing, and frustration started to increase the more you speak to him. “I’m done Hyunjin, you’ve given me enough hell,” you sighed before speaking, but Hyunjin only sat in silence, his stance was very ambiguous and hard to read as he continued to stare at me. You could only scoff at the lack of response, “so what? You came here to just stare at me like the idiot you are?!”

The question was rhetoric yet unnecessary, however, he knew where to push the buttons when it came to pissing you off, and it made you more irritated than you already are. Now it was his turn to scowl, but then it started to grow into a menacing smile.

“Oh, so I’m an idiot?”

His tone left nothing but shivers, it was similar to the tone he would make when he’s feeling a little aroused. While it was very undeniably hot, you couldn’t just let your guard down like that, and try to keep yourself together. ‘He’s not yours, (y/n), get it together.’ You looked at him with your brows narrowed, “yes… you very much are.”

He could only chuckle at you as he leaned closer to you, you thought you were capable of moving away but for some reason, you found yourself trapped in your couch incapable of moving. It feels as though you were hypnotized by his visuals and voice at this moment, and you should feel bad, but you couldn’t bother to help yourself. As he got closer to you, he ran his hand across the sides of your face, you almost shuddered at the touch, but you kept yourself together and did not give in instantly. Once again, desperate call calls for desperate measures, anything must be in favor right now since the guards you put up are getting weaker and weaker. “Oh, (y/n), my love… you haven’t changed…”

“Excuse me?”

“You think you’ve moved on, yet I could see right through you,” his wording and tone created this odd juxtaposition of gentleness and ominousness that left me shivering once again, “you’re shaking and shivering right under my touch,” he chuckled once again even more menacingly. He got up and sat next to me, using his hand on my face and thigh to put me in place, silently forcing me to look at him and stay put. ‘Keep it together, (y/n), keep it together…’

His face got closer, and seeing his features up close made you ogle at him once again. You gulped at the closeness, and he pushed your hair away from your face, “and I’ve heard about your failed hookups,”

Fuck…

He let out a breathy laugh as he saw your slightly panicked face. “you’d think I wouldn’t know? I wouldn’t know that there are people, specifically men, who just want to see you naked and doing a terrible job at making you feel good?” There was something very venomous in his tone he started to speak about your past hookups. It is true, that most of your hookups have been lackluster at best, but you did not want him to know this sort of information about yourself. But considering you unknowingly slept with his friend, you should’ve known better than to tell a stranger about your sad sex life.

“I—I—”

“Save it…” He said it with the most condescending tone as if he was mocking you for interrupting him earlier, “let me show you what these men lacked.”

And there, Hyunjin slammed his lips into yours, vigorously and fiery as his usual kisses are. You didn’t know what has gotten into you, you should push him off and just kick him out for daring to do what he is doing, but for some reason, you couldn’t do it. you only could moan and melt into his mouth. At this moment, you genuinely thought that your brain has melted and kicked out all the logic in it—as ironic as it may sound—and it was true in some sense, but the way Hyunjin’s warm lips were caressing your lips felt too pleasant. It may have had a sloppy beginning, but it transitioned into one of passion and sort of possessive as Hyunjin began to be handsy. Through his groans and his lips exploring yours, he began holding you closer to him as his hands roamed around your body as if it were the first time he has touched you.

He pulled away to grab a quick breath before he pulled you to sit on his lap, as he continued to kiss you, but this time his lips went south into your neck. You gasped at the feeling of his teeth grazing your neck, creating a bruise that would fade in at any time, while he began muttering through your skin.

“Just you wait… when one sees this… then they would know…”

His words were incoherent as he was too fucked out and too focused on creating more hickeys, evident by him ripping the buttons of your blouse, exposing your bralette to him—It wasn’t any special bra, especially since you didn’t expect him to show up, let alone be doing this—and threw the blouse somewhere. He began biting the soft skin of one of your breasts, while his large hand was massaging the other through the bra. you threw your head back, moaning at the feeling of his warm mouth licking through the fabric, letting the slickness indirectly touch your nipples. As you tugged onto his hair, he gripped your bralette and ripped them apart, making you gasp at the sudden action, and he proceeded to have his mouth on your nipples, leaving you with nothing but your shorts and panties.

You began writhing under his touch, with you grinding onto his lap and clenching into nothing the more he stimulated your nipples, he pulled away and looked up at your, “bedroom…” he rasped, holding onto your thigh and picking you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist as you told him where the room’s located, and when you arrived, he threw you into the bed, leaving you lying there as he begins to strip.

“You listen real good because I’m not gonna repeat myself,” he said, “you’re gonna be a good slut for me, and you’ll do as I say, got it? You had your chance to say all you want, now it’s my turn.”

“That’s rich coming from y—” your words were interrupted abruptly when you felt a tug from your hair, making you moan, and pulled your head closer to his angry yet lustful face, “I said, it’s my turn.”

You only stayed silent, fearing what to do next as he let go of your hair and continued to strip down to his boxers. You looked down and saw the bulge that was painstakingly hidden in his underwear. While it may not be the girthiest of cocks, he had the length and movement to make up for it. He smirked as he held your hair again to look up at his face, “you want my cock this badly?”

You should say no, but when he’s over here, being the way he is, makes it all the difficult. You could only nod at him, while he drags his fore and middle finger around your mouth, “open your mouth… I want to see if you’re worth it.”

He commands and you obeyed, opening your mouth wide enough before wrapping around his two digits. His movements were still but you moved your head and tongue as you slicked up his long slender fingers and shoved them down your throat.

“Eyes on me, you slut.”

Instinctively your eyes met his blown-out pairs, he enjoys seeing you suffer as shown by his evil face, the sadistic smile was prominent at this instant especially when he tripped your gag reflex when he attempted to shove it down more, humiliating me even more than you already are.

“I bet no one has ever shoved a finger down your throat like I did, huh?” The way he spoke was pure filth, you should stand up for yourself, but the wetness and arousal that seemed to increase the moment he utters a word seemed to betray your logic. The question was rhetorical as he wanted to have at me. He pulled his fingers off as he got down and pushed your legs apart with his other hand that wasn’t covered in your saliva, “take them off,” he commanded, regarding your bottoms. You nervously yet swiftly took your shorts and panties, revealing something he hasn’t seen in so long.

“God, I miss that pussy of yours… it’s a shame that other men have seen, touched…” His speech was hushed and slow the more he spoke, and the more he spoke, the closer he got to your pussy, “tasted… inserted themselves in you,” and there he began his feast as his tongue began lapping at the dripping wetness that you were seeping through. Your breath shuddered as his tongue licked up your clit, putting the most attention to the sensitive bud suddenly. ‘This is so bad,’ allowing your no-good ex-boyfriend just to humiliate you and then eat you out like this is really bad, yet the way he is licking and speaking to you in such a tone feels so good to you for some reason. With the added pleasure he added his fingers as his tongue movements began to increase, sucking and licking any slickness coming out of you, moaning at the taste that hits him.

The noises you made turned from breathing heavily to outright mewling and whining at the stretch and pace that came along with pleasure. He pulled his mouth away with a pop to look at you, “bet ya didn’t find anyone who could make you this noisy wet, huh?”

“Just shut up and continue fucking me with your mouth,” you shook your head as you groaned at his cocky commentary.

“Oh, is that so? Fine, as you wish,” Hyunjin said, before continuing to lap at your clit while his fingers moved at a quicker pace. You felt a surge of release coming out the faster he went with his tongue and digits. You were panting out his name as you groaned out when you’ve finally reached your orgasm. However, Hyunjin never stopped his movement and carried on as if you never came. You began squirming and your hips bucking at the overstimulation he was giving you.

“H-Hyunjin… s-stop—” you struggled to speak as he was lapping you to reach for the second orgasm. All he was doing was torturing you, he was moaning and sometimes pulling away to mention how “good you taste for a slut.” His words were a mixture of both degradation and praise, but mainly the former, as he wouldn’t stop humiliating you and calling you names. You felt your second orgasm coming up, but when he pulled his fingers and tongue away, you could only whine at the odd mix of overstimulation and edge, making him perk up his face, but in a good way.

“I made you come once, and you still want more? You are a whore…”

Your lips quivered as you anticipated more movements from him, as shown by the way your legs are spreading more from. Your labia were swollen from the fingering Hyunjin gave you, and that almost made him even more feral at the sight of you being desperate, but he had to maintain the sadism image he is intending to showcase.

He stripped out of his boxers and began stroking his hard cock slightly, making him hiss at the contact. He was purposefully teasing, and you were whining, your hand going down to touch the ache that Hyunjin failed to relieve, only for him to push your hand away. “What makes you think—fuck… you can touch yourself, huh? A whore like you is not allowed to touch themselves…ah” He grunts a bit in his sentence, but it was coherent enough, which made you mildly upset with you pouting.

He held your cheek before gripping your throat and slightly squeezing with his free hand, “your puppy eyes are not gonna help you—ha fuck—mm you still fucked other men hmm—”

His pace in hand was going faster, his tip started to glisten and spew out precum the more he bobbed, while you just laid there, begging for Hyunjin to ravish you, and holding onto his wrist that was wrapped around your throat.

“Hyunjin… please… please fuck me… please fuck me like the whore I am,” you sniffled, “I am nothing but a gross slut who lets other men fuck me… please let me forget about them…”

Your brain has officially been broken just by the sight of Hyunjin and the remanence of the past overstimulation and edging, which is exactly what Hyunjin wanted from you. You have fed his evil plan and he couldn’t be even happier than he already is. He smirked as he slowed his stroke down and let go of your throat, “that’s what I thought… now get on all fours.”

You instantly obliged without saying another word and got on your hands and knees for him. He aligned himself in your opening before shoving it in in an unprecedented way. You yelped at the further stretch that his finger couldn’t reach, while Hyunjin smiled in an impending way and licked his lips before he started to piston himself in and out of you.

Your mewls began to increase volume along with the sound of skin slapping as his hips were touched against your butt cheeks, jiggling each time they get in contact with his pelvis. He would grip harshly on your hips, bruising them in the process with the way he is squeezing and digging his finger in pleasure the more he hits your spot repeatedly and elicit more moans from the both of you. When your head hung low, he pulled your hair, his fingers dipped in your scalp, with the grip harsh enough to grand you slight pain.

“Tell me now… who’s fucking you this good?” He spoke through his blissed-out state, his words flowing with the pace of his thrust. You only moaned as a response, which resulted in him pulling your hair even harsher, “I said, who’s fucking you this good?!”

“You, Hyunjin! You! Fuck!” You yelped at him when he drilled into your hole even rougher than what he initially started, letting go of your hair as he proceeded to thrust into you once he got the answer he wanted. You started to clench around him as you felt yourself getting closer to your orgasm once again, “please, please let me come! You make me feel so good, please!”

You begged, just exactly how Hyunjin liked it. He only chuckled in response as he proceeds to penetrate you even faster, in result making you squirm and breathe heavier, “that’s fucking right come around my cock, bet you never came like that with your other men, huh?” His possessive words could just make you come already, but his movements and use of his dancer’s hips made you come even harder, as shown by how you arched your back and placed your head into the mattress when you’ve reached cloud nine. But once again, Hyunjin didn’t leave you off the hook and stopped.

“I haven’t come yet… don’t you ever think that I’ll stop, I’ll make you come over and over until I come, got it?”

This wasn’t a request, it was a command, and he sure did do as promised, he continues to use you as his sex toy and made you orgasm repeatedly to the point of your brain fully stops functioning—all your head thinks about is Hyunjin and his cock. The truth is Hyunjin purposefully slows down and edges himself to make you come over and over and overstimulates you in the process. However, he has reached your limits, and ultimately his thrusts started to become sloppy, a great indicator that he is getting close.

“God, I’m gonna come inside…you and have it drip out of you—shi—let the other men know who fuck…ed you good—ah!”

It was his turn to have his mind break as he came inside of you with the most powerful orgasm while you matched with your final orgasm for tonight. Once you both bottomed out, you both pulled away from each other and laid next to each other on the bed, catching a breather for the both of you, both of you sweaty and tired.

Once you two came back to reality, you two looked at each other, “you okay?” Hyunjin asked first, still panting, while you looked up at the ceiling, “Yeah… I think…”

Hyunjin looked around and saw a towel laying on your bedroom floor, opting to use it to wipe you down. After doing so, he went up and decided to grab both of you glasses of water. This was honestly a new sight of Hyunjin, how can this be the same man a few minutes ago? You found his gesture sweet and appreciate it, and while the sex was phenomenal and for sure was better than most of your hookups, you still see the same man you saw when you were in a relationship, no matter how nice he was trying to be. Your heart tugged at that thought, but you knew what was best.

Hyunjin walked in with the two glasses and handed you one, which you took from his hand and thanked him, and he sat next to you as you two sat in silence and drank your water. This silence was similar to the silence from when he came in, except this one was less tense than the last one. Hyunjin was first to break the silence, “Look, I know you didn’t expect my appearance, and I promise you I did not come here for” Hyunjin pointed at the two of us, “this to happen. I genuinely came here to simply apologize.”

You only looked down at the glass below you and your finger circled the rim, unsure what to respond, “I know I screwed up big time with you, I wasn’t the greatest boyfriend, and you genuinely did not deserve the way you were treated at the time. I just want you to know that I regret everything I did and that I still love you.”

His confession made you freeze, and he can sense that even though he didn’t look at you, “which is why I’ll not meddle into your life again,” this time Hyunjin turned his head and looked at you with a tight-lipped frown. You looked back confused at his words, “I know my actions earlier sort of contradict what I just said, but I genuinely want the both of us to start over, or at least I start over. “

You were merely surprised and had so much to say but you stayed quiet as to wait for him to finish up his speech, “you’re doing so well, and I was jealous over that,” he sighs and shakes his head, “I don’t blame you for not forgiving me… As I said, I didn’t expect forgiveness, I just want you to know how I feel…”

You nodded at his words, “yeah, I’m not sure if I can actually forgive you…”

“I understand that…”

“But I’ll still support you in your journey to be a better person, I hope you find the closure you deserve, Hyunjin,” you held his hand smiling at him, and he smiled back.

“Thank you, (y/n)… you truly are an angel.”

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aemondsbeloved · 1 year

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From The Tides

pairing: Lucerys Velaryon x reader (see notes)

summary: you’re only a fisherman’s daughter in a small village while he is the boy you found washed ashore who can’t remember his name, much less how he ended up there (2.3k)

notes: this will be an AU (no spoilers— you’ll see by the end of the fic), this is not a romantic pairing but all I can say is there will be one in the future 🤭

[Part 2]

"His clothes appear to be quite fine,” you remarked looking at the young boy who was still unmoving. “Could be someone important.”

“That's enough out of you,” your father rebuffed as he pulled the boy from the water with a great heave. “It’s a wonder he didn’t drown. And his clothes don’t matter now that they’re soaked to the bone. Now are you going to help me or not.”

You lifted the boy’s legs over the rowboat, helping your father placing him on some bags of hay. As your father joined you in the boat you worried your lip when he began to row.

“Mother won’t be happy,” you remarked as you looked at the boy with the fine clothes and dark hair. “We didn’t get enough fish for the week, which means we will be going out again. And that’s another mouth to feed.”

“You leave that to me.”

And you had. When you returned back to your family cottage, you had gone to your bedroom. You heard your mother give your father an earful on exactly what you told him she would. But just like the stray cat you had brought home a few years ago, you couldn’t be shocked when this boy would stay.

Your mother had tasked you with taking his wet clothes off of him. Now, he was dry in some old clothes your brother once wore and in your sister’s old bed.

That night you smelt the stew your mother cooked but the boy had not woken later that day. He did not wake for days. He was silent in your bed as he slept while you were in your sister’s old bed that had become empty ever since she married the farmer a village over.

Nearly a week later, he woke with a wheezing breath.

“It’s alright!” You attempted to sooth him, moving to his side, touching his shoulder. “You’re alright.”

He looked around the room, obviously confused. “Where am I?” He croaked.

“You’re in my room,” you deadpanned. “My father and I were fishing when we found you on the shore. You’re lucky, most drown in those waters.”

He frowned like he was trying to remember something but could not grasp it.

“What’s your name?”

He looked at you but couldn’t give an answer. “I could not say.”

“That’s alright,” you said with a smile even though it was not alright. “When you remember it, tell me, though.”

It was weeks later when your new friend’s memories seemed to be returning to him. He could vaguely remember a brother he told you he called him Luke.

That day on your way back from fishing you had grinned. “Luke! Now that’s a fine name, isn't it father?”

Your head had turned back to cast a glance at your father who agreed. “A nice name to be sure lad.”

Since he woke up you had taken the boy you found on the shore fishing with you and your father. One day you had told him the story of how your brother had died when the fever came to your village.

“Don’t you ever wonder what happened to your family?” You asked him curiously.

“Of course,” he told you and in times like these, you thought you might’ve known who he was. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I think you’re a lord.”

“That’s ridiculous.”

“Is not!”

“Yes, it is. Of course, I’m not a lord. I don’t even know how old I am.”

“Old enough to catch bigger fish than I can,” you told him. “And you got that way of speaking. Just like a lord.”

“I’m not a lord.”

“If you say so,” you shrugged. “Though if you are I’ll never let you forget it.”

He laughed like he knew that at least to be true.

Luke woke up to a nightmare oftentimes but they always came in fragments. Tonight was not such a night. As you shared a bedroom, you could sometimes hear his sleep ridden panic.

“It’s alright, Luke. Don’t worry, it’s only a dream,” you tried to assure and calm him.

He sat up fully. With a shocked expression, he turned to you. The moonlight made his face look even fairer than usual and a haunted look gleamed in his eyes.

“It was a dragon. I was being chased by a dragon. It was massive.”

“It’s just a dream like I said. Only those Targaryens have dragons and they don’t exactly chase people like us with them.”

A beat of silence passed and you only grew in worry.

“You always say I act like a lord.”

You frowned. “That does not matter now.”

“It does,” he said with finality as the truth washed over him. “I am a lord, or I will be.”

“You’re tired,” you said desperately. “It was a nightmare Luke that is all.”

“It’s more than that, Y/N. I’m a prince. I’m Lucerys Velaryon, son of the rightful Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen and heir to Driftmark.”

Neither of you sleep a wink that night as he explained everything to you. How his grandsire, the King, had died and his uncle stole his mother’s throne. How he had been sent to Storm’s End to gain Lord Borros support only for his uncle, Prince Aemond, to demand Lucerys’ eye. When he refused, Aemond chased him on Vhagar. The dragon had tore Lucerys’ dragon in half, sending him falling to the sea.

He went into depth on his family. He loved his mother and brothers but his uncles hated him. Because Laenor Velaryon was not his true father he was called inferior, a bastard.

“I cannot believe you survived,” you told him quietly. “It is a miracle your memory came back to you at all.”

He nodded and met your eyes, a sheepish look on his face.

“I do not like these uncles of yours,” you jested, though you truly did not like them both. “The… what did you call it? Usurper and the one with the crazy dragon. They seem very unhinged.”

He laughed genuinely at that. The fact that you insulted the current King and a prince was not unnoticed.

“I can’t believe you’re a prince. I told father your clothes were very fine!”

“You are often right though I don’t always admit it.”

“More people should, it would make life so much easier.”

“I have to go back,” he said after a moment with remorse. “I could stay here forever but now that I know…”

His voice trailed off but you understood his meaning. His brothers and mother needed to know he lived. Not to mention the girl he was betrothed to waited for him.

“You have to return but you cannot go alone.”

He looked shocked. “You don’t have to—”

“I do. I cannot let you go alone.”

When the morning came you went to your father and told him everything. He didn’t object and only told you to be careful before he added, “You’re not going to let go of being right about the clothes, will you?”

You shot him a look that told him of course you would not let that go but you hugged him tight anyways. You and Luke borrowed two of your sister’s horses on her husbands farm and were off.

The journey was long but was uneventful which was a blessing. In a bag you had his old clothes as you feared the people that awaited you might not believe him.

Dragonstone was glorious and unlike anything you had seen. When you walked the bridge with Lucerys you felt out of place.

“State your purpose,” a man in silver armor said to you, not seeing Lucerys yet.

“I—” you faltered, turning around. “What does that even mean?”

He stepped forward. “I am Prince Lucerys Velaryon. I demand to see her Grace at once.”

Despite the common clothes he wore you gathered some recognition in the man’s eyes. “Follow me,” he ordered and despite hating being told what to do in such a way, you followed him.

“This is your home?” You whispered under your breath. The doors were enormous as two other men dressed like the first man opened them. “Why are they nodding at you?”

“It’s a sign of respect. I’m their prince.”

“Oh yes, very well then,” you mocked.

“Wait here,” the man said and left with haste.

“You are nervous?” Luke asked.

“This place is strange. That man is strange. I… don’t belong here with your family. I shouldn’t be staying so long.”

Before he could say anything the guard returned. “This way, my Prince. Her Grace will see you now and wants the girl to come too.”

You looked at Luke, annoyed at how that man talked about you like you weren’t there. Even in your village you had always been spoken to with respect but people here treated you like you were a pest. Either way, you followed Luke as he went into a room so large that it seemed a waste of space.

“Lucerys,” a woman with hair so silver it did not appear to be blonde and light purple eyes moved towards Luke. “I could not believe it when Ser Erryk told us of your arrival. We thought you were dead.”

You stood behind Luke and remained further back as he went to his mother who you had no doubt was a Targaryen.

The other person in the room, a tall man with hair and eyes so similar to the woman, eyed you.

Your mother had told you from a young age that staring was rude but you could not stop yourself as you squinted at him despite vaguely knowing who this man was.

“Who is this?” He asked your friend.

“This is Y/N. Her father pulled me out when I washed ashore. If it were not for her family I would be dead.”

He only nodded at you and you could not discern the meaning of it.

The woman pulled back from Lucerys and placed a hand on his shoulder as she looked at you for the first time. “You saved my son?”

You nodded.

“You will address the Queen,” the man from earlier with armor said behind you by the doors.

You whipped your head around at his audacity.

“It is fine, Ser Erryk. Leave us.”

And he did, much to your pleasure.

Looking back at her you said, “My father and I were fishing when we saw him floating ashore, your Grace.”

“He has been staying with you since you found him?” The man with the silver hair asked.

“Yes,” you said hesitantly. Their questions made no sense. “We help each other in my village. We couldn’t leave him there to die.”

“We would not accuse you of such a thing.”

The reassurance only relieved you a little.

“She helped me find my memories, mother,” Luke said in your defense even when it wasn’t needed. “Her family fed me even when they were short on food. I could remember what Aemond did at Storm’s End because of Y/N.”

The mention of his uncle had you scowling after what you learned he had done and surprising you, the man with the silver hair chuckled.

“The crown owes you a debt, Y/N,” she said to you. “Whatever you desire will be yours if you name it.”

You were puzzled. “My sister leant us two horses to get here, your Grace, but I can only travel with one. I would humbly ask you to give me enough coin so that my sister could purchase another.”

She looked perplexed at this. “This is all you desire?”

You nodded. She turned to the man and they shared a confused look like they didn’t understand you.

“She is not like the other people at court, mother,” Lucerys spoke up. “She didn’t save me because I was a prince. It is not her people's way. Unlike the lords of the kingdom that have sided with Aegon she only knows honor.”

The woman nodded, this time understanding. “Jace will want to see you as soon as we tell him. As will Rhaena,” she smiled. “The very least we can do is allow your friend to stay the night. Tomorrow she can ride back to her village but tonight she will be our honored guest.”

As you left with Luke, you had not curtseyed which even the Queen and King Consort ignored.

“Your family is strange,” you said as soon as the door closed. “My niece and nephew will never believe me, you know, when I tell them I met the Queen and saved her son.”

He smiled warmly. “We cannot all be fisherman’s daughters, Y/N.”

“A good thing,” you told him. “If we all were then there would be no fish to catch.”

“And no princes to save.”

“Very true.”

As you walked through the castle you were both certain of one thing— life was not going to be the same as soon as you would leave his company. Friendship in war tasted bittersweet.

Behind close doors the Queen and King Consort spoke to one another.

“It is time that we send a letter to Alicent Hightower,” Rhaenyra said as she turned to Daemon. “Let her know that either the usurper can step down and Prince Aemond can not lose his life for the attempted kinslaying of Lucerys or they will all die screaming.”

“I should have sent Blood and Cheese to the castle. A son of Aegon’s would already be dead.”

“It was too rash, I told you,” she retorted. “This is better. It has been over a month of silence. They are waiting for us to strike now that they think Lucerys dead.”

“And now that he lives?”

Rhaenyra smiled at him. “We will make them cleave and take what is mine.”

“Very good, your Grace.”

“We need her, though.”

“The fisherman’s daughter?” He asked, baffled.

“She is loyal, don’t you see? We need loyal friends to the crown and the new order I’m going to build.”

Daemon considered it. Realizing she was right he nodded. “She may help us win over small folk too. One look at her and it is clear she is common born. The sway she may hold to some would be in your favor.”

“So it’s settled. The throne will be mine.”

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Chapter 2- Unveiled joy

author note: thank you for reading this, the story isn't as simple as it looks ...I hope you will enjoy it <3.

previous: chapter 1

There was something different about Jeon Wonwoo. When he was around me, I’d feel at peace, I rarely did feel at peace, and when we were apart, my mind would think about things I’d show him, about what he would say or do if he was in the same situation as I was. Jeon Wonwoo was quiet most of the times, he would listen to me for hours, make little comments here and there and then just simply smile, that kind of smile that made me feel understood, heard, that kind of smile that reminded me, my heart was still beating, though a little bit faster than needed.

Jeon Wonwoo liked to take photos, he held his little camera everywhere we went and if he happened to forget it at home, he would take photos with his phone. The view didn’t really matter to him.

“You just like to capture everything without any purpose or theme, don’t you?” I had asked once while Wonwoo was taking a photo of our shadows under the rays of the late afternoon sun. He grinned with his attention still on his camera.

“There is a theme. It’s called “unveiled joy”.

Jeon Wonwoo was everyone’s favorite in this small and forgotten harbor town. Always there to help anyone in need; the lady who owned the fish shop and her problem with heavy packages (not business related, she just has an obsession with online shopping) or the grandmas who spend their days collecting medical flowers or the uncles who would argue over domino and chess games or those who had to go to vacation and had no one to take care of their pets, (especially cats, his favorites).

“I think April fits you perfectly.”

Jeon Wonwoo, my favorite.

“I’m almost there!” I said breathless as soon as I answered the phone.

Running to the bus station after spending a hour to get ready… The god of luck obviously wasn’t on my side.

“Are you running?” Wonwoo let out a chuckle. I frowned at that, especially after worrying so much about how I’d look in front of him. “Take it easy, I can wait April.”

Too late.

I slowed my steps as soon as I noticed Wonwoo’s back, one hand holding the phone while the other was inside his pocket. Head bowed down, he was lightly kicking a small stone.

Then my eyes drifted to my reflection on the glassy bus shelter. I sighed. My hair had turned into a real mess, my cheeks were red from all the running, and my outfit didn’t look ironed at all. A white skirt in a place full of dust, really April?

Wonwoo must have felt my presence because he slowly turned and beamed at me and suddenly the world seemed to come to a stop because he was wearing glasses and yes, he has always been handsome but it felt different. His sharp features had softened, and his strong aura had turned into something more delicate, something that felt so familiar yet strange, like a lost beautiful memory you are anxious to reciprocate.

“I told you not to hurry.” he said and removed some strands of hair from my face. I barely felt his touch but my mind and heart were still racing. “Red lipstick looks good on you.” his eyes went down for just a second and then he moved back, stretching his arms while checking if there was any bus coming. I sighed again, this time from relief.

No matter how many days we had spent together, it was impossible for me to get used to being that close to him. It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling, just simply temptation.

“You are wearing glasses.” I felt dumb as soon as the words left my mouth.

“I couldn’t find my lenses but seeing your reaction, I’m glad I didn’t.” he smirked and I rolled my eyes. It was that easy for him to soothe any situation.

Wonwoo had asked me to go out of town, to drink something, to “have some fun”. I agreed, simply because I was going with him. At first I didn’t think much of it but then I started being conscious of the fact that the two of us were going together somewhere that wasn’t the library he worked, the beach 5 minutes away from my house or the cinema that showed movies from 2010 and older.

So that’s where the tantrum started and that’s how I ended up with painted lips and eyelashes, a long white skirt and a crimson top.

“Finally.” Wonwoo cheered at the sight of the bus stopping in front of us.

We hopped in and slowly walked toward the end to sit next to each other. The bus was mostly empty, just us two and three other people who seemed to have finished their work, the clock marked 6pm.

I could feel the fresh breeze from the opened windows and Wonwoo’s arm touching mine. He offered me one of his airpods and I took it, we used to do that a lot.

“Do you think I have forgotten about you?”

My favorite song.

The scenery outside was nothing out of ordinary, nothing new. It had been 2 months since I came back after years of living in the capital but everything/everyone seemed to stay in the same exact place. With what Wonwoo had said to me, it has always been like this.

“About you…”

I moved my attention from the windows to my lap, where Wonwoo was drawing little circles with his finger on my palm resting there. He seemed to have been enjoying the view outside while playing with our hands, another habit of Jeon Wonwoo. I found myself smiling at the sight and then I felt a weight on my shoulders, his head found the perfect place. I felt happy. Never knew before that happiness would be such an easy thing to perceive.

“When are you leaving for collage?” I asked with a small voice not wanting to spoil the moment but still curious about the answer, a little anxious even.

Wonwoo studied IT in one of the most praised universities in Germany, far away from here and with summer slowly coming to an end it meant that our days together were also expiring.

“In 20 days.” he answered and I felt a needles in my stomach. Well, good things don’t last forever, I should have learned my lesson already. “During my first year all I could think about was how bad I wanted to come back here. I will never get used to the gloomy streets or the cold weather. People my age, everyone young have already left this town and that’s why I was surprised to see you that day, outside the grocery store.”

Oh.

‘Do you listen to rock’

I took a deep breath.

“I decided to take a gap year” I said avoiding his eyes. “that’s why I came here. My therapist suggested it, architecture wasn’t working out that well for me and some other things happened. Since my dad’s rich and I own a house near the beach I thought about giving it a try.” Wonwoo was still drawing the imaginary circles and I got brave enough to look at him again only to get caught with the most serene and gentle stare, full of interest and affection and my heart started its natural dancing under his gaze. “I’m glad I did. ” I admitted.

I wanted to hold his hand so bad.

“Thank you, April.” he whispered and as if reading my mind, he intertwined our fingers together, with so much delicacy. The needless in my stomach turned into thousands of butterflies. “Thank you for coming back.”

I should have been the one thanking him but instead I just held his hand a little bit tighter.

Wonwoo smiled and got a little closer, head rested again on my shoulder.

20 days, i thought. 20 days of heaven with Jeon Wonwoo.

#seventeen #svt x oc #wonwoo #wonwoo aesthetic #wonwoo angst #wonwoo fanfic #wonwoo fluff #wonwoo imagines #wonwoo x oc #seventeen fanfic #seventeen fluff #seventeen imagines #wonwoo scenarios #seventeen wonwoo #svt #fanfiction #fanfic #kpop fanfic #kpop aesthetic

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Voicelines: Kaeya’s Birthday

Characters: Jean, Lisa, Klee, Diluc, (Y/N), Kaeya

Summary: Some people have some things to say in regards to today…

Genre: Fluff/Mild-Angst + Snippets

CW: romantic Kaeya x gn!reader & platonic for everyone else, not proofread

a/n: I uh wanted to try doing voicelines and what better opportunity than doing it for Kaeya’s birthday (yes I’m late but shhhhh)! Happy Birthday Kaeya <333

Jean

“Even though today is his birthday, Kaeya refuses to stop working. I’m not sure if it’s because he’s dedicated or simply forgot the date. Regardless, he should take the day off and enjoy himself.”

Lisa

“Kaeya doesn’t really celebrate his birthday. The most he’s ever done was drink himself silly and hardly anyone can consider that celebrating. Still, I’m sure there’s a reason behind it. Oh? You’re curious? Try asking (Y/N), cutie, they may know.”

Klee

“Today is Kaeya’s birthday! Klee heard that Amber is planning a surprise party for him later. Will you come too? There’ll be loads of yummy food and drinks. Oh and cake too! Klee hopes she made a good gift for Kaeya…”

Diluc

“It’s been a long time since either of us celebrated. Times were… simpler back then. Every year though Kaeya never fails to ask if he could get a drink on the house. Of course, I say no.

The staff at the winery miss him too and keep asking me to invite him over. Even if I wanted to, Kaeya always finds a way around it. So there’s no one to blame but him on that front. Must he make everything so difficult for me though?

*sigh* I digress. Traveller, one last thing. Could you deliver this bottle for me? I have no doubt you know who the receiver is.”

(Y/N)

"This year, I hope to make it the best for my lover. If you couldn’t tell, Kaeya gets… weird about his birthday. Yes, weirder than normal. Do I know why? I do, but it’s not my story to tell Traveller.

On top of the party, I have many presents for him for when we get home. Some material, others not so much. I’ve always had trouble picking out gifts, but it’s even worse when it comes to Kaeya. Still, it was fun. I’m smiling? I can’t help it, not when it comes to him and what he does to my heart.

...Do you think he’ll like this? It’s a feather earring. Did you know that Kaeya's vision isn't like the others? It's missing a set of feathers - the feathers required to fly.

...I want to give him his freedom. Even if it's only a little. Even if it's only for a day. He deserves that and so much more.

Kaeya

“When were you going to tell me about the party? Haha, I’m kidding. How did I know? Let’s just say I’m not a captain for nothing. Don’t worry, I'll act surprised when the time comes.

This is the first year (Y/N) will celebrate with me as my significant other. I’m truly blessed to have them in my life.

…Weird? Who told you that? (Y/N)? Oh, I see. I do tend to forget or celebrate in untraditional ways, there’s no denying that now that it’s out of the bag, but I wouldn’t go as far as weird to describe it. You think so too? I’m wounded.

(Paimon: “Uh! I don’t see why (Y/N) decided to get you anything. How do they deal with you!?”)

Wait. They got me something?

…

I can’t wait to see it. :)

Very important addition: Kaeya is teary eyed and smiling softly when he hears you got him a gift <3

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skittlestrash · 6 months

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little rant about stede and people's...reactions to stede 🙃

okay I seriously can't get past people acting like stede was the cruelest, worst person in the world for the fuckin fish comment. and not only because like, he very likely wasn't even telling the truth there because he was a little concerned about ed LEAVING OUT OF NOWHERE, but also just because…who fuckin cares that much!! people saying stede is totally the type to say the worst things to hurt you when he's upset--sure, okay, maybe, but you really think THAT would be the worst thing to say to ed at that moment?!

if he REALLY wanted to hurt ed, he could've done so very easily by saying (even as a total lie) that ed sure was more interesting and hotter when he was blackbeard. simple. easy. some people seem to think that's actually the case, even, which is insane to me. "I love everything about you…as long as you're blackbeard! breathing the same air…but only blackbeard's air!" liiike, smarter people than I have pointed out that these guys HATE THEMSELVES, so when they see those hated traits in the other, they immediately are like "oh shit I've ruined him" and it's dumb of them, sure, but it's a far more interesting and better story than just. har har stede only likes blackbeard and ed only likes stede as a weakling!

anyway. I just can not get over all the takes about stede being THE WORST in that arguement when he was just trying to calm ed down, reassure him, then start to (drunkenly) freak out because the love of his life just told him he's leaving to become a fisherman. (another way he and ed are alike though! stede becomes a pirate with no experience, ed becomes a fisherman after catching one little fish!) and a reminder that stede's attempts at reassuring and calming was still AFTER ED SAID THEIR SEX WAS A MISTAKE. I wouldn't have even been able to SPEAK if my beloved told me that. he was actually far more perceptive and mature about it than I would've been, because he seemed to clearly get that ed was indeed panicking and--yes, was being a COWARD. another thing I've seen people rip stede apart over, but like, he wasn't WRONG. and he wasn't wrong because he KNEW FROM EXPERIENCE, because HE was a coward too!!!

and every foolish thing he did after that scene was being he was, yes, still drunk, still repressing his trauma, still high on the popularity, and most of all--because ed left him AGAIN and now his crew were, too. I just…don't understand why so many people can understand the whys and hows of ed's choices even if they disagree with them (and even moreso with izzy's but coughcough), and yet they can't seem to do the same for stede. but it kinda sucks.

PS I also keep forgetting to say anywhere that honestly the way ed said "I said to you that I needed to take it slow" is phrased...almost kinda accusingly? again I don't think he MEANT IT THAT WAY (with that OR the use of mistake) but it all just comes across very... heartbreaking for stede.

that's all.

#our flag means death #ofmd spoilers #spoiler #ofmd #stede bonnet

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bartxnhood · 2 years

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complete | m.c

michael clifford x reader

summary: you surprise michael after his long tour, all he’s been wanting is you.

warnings: none

a/n: time for some mikey appreciation, i love him sm and i rarely see anyone writing for him :( this is also my application to become ur fave 5sos writer lmao. enjoy ! feedback is appreciated <3

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as the tour officially came to an end and the guys went back home, it was days in the studio for michael writing and creating melodies for the guys. he loves it, sure. it’s his passion after all. making music people can enjoy no matter how high or low one is feeling, seeing fans across the world sing and dance along to their music is what kept him going. but it was draining. incredibly draining. sometimes he’d forget to sleep, it would be seven in the evening then the next time he looked at the clock it was already five in the morning. he would even forget to eat as well. but he missed you most of all, he was gone for months and all he wanted was to feel your soft touch and the sound of your voice.

you missed michael too, his dorky jokes whenever the two of you hung out. getting to hear snippets of their upcoming songs or projects. he was your soulmate, you hated being away but also it was the price of dating a very well-known artist. when you got the news your boyfriend and best friends were back you had cleared it with everyone that you’d surprise your boyfriend. you brought some of his favorite foods and a few sweet treats to congratulate him on the successful tour.

knock knock

michaels head lifted from the computer, he looked at the door and raised his eyebrows. he wasn’t expecting anyone. especially not at the studio. he pushed himself away from the desk and walked over, opening the door and revealing you. you had a wide grin and multiple bags in hand. “hi!” you cheered, michael chuckled in disbelief he stood to the side letting you come in. similarly to him, you were in a hoodie and sweatpants. “what are you doing here?” he asked, shutting the door quietly following you. you sat down the bags of food and turned to your boyfriend who looked awful. not in like an ugly way, but like ‘oh my god you look dead, why haven’t you slept’ type of way.

your grin went to a frown almost immediately. “babe, your eyes” the faux blonde shook his head, “i’m okay” he tried to assure you but it only made you worry even more. you wrapped your arms around his tall figure, holding him tightly. to michael this is all he wanted, taking in your scent again. he closed his eyes feeling at peace for the first time since returning home. when you pulled away he felt his heart skink a bit. he wanted to hold you longer.

“what did you bring?” his eyes flickered to the bags then back to you. “well” you started, bending down and fishing out a few products. “i have some of your favorites and a few sweets so we can celebrate your successful tour” the grin on your face made him smile. he nodded and led you over to his sofa where the two of you would sit and eat a little of everything while michael told you stories of tour life.

it was getting later in the night now, you two had been talking for hours. just missing each other. you stood up from the cushion and started cleaning up all the trash decorating the sofa. michael watched, you could be doing the most absurd thing and he would still think you were the most beautiful person on the planet.

gently he reached out for your arm, “could you hug me again? i think i need it” you turned to look at him, giving him a nod. “you didn’t have to ask.” you crawled back onto the sofa and held michael. “i missed you so much” he breathed, his arms resting on your torso. you smiled, kissing his forehead. “i know. but get some rest, yeah? you deserve it”

within minutes, he was fast asleep in your arms. soft snores escaping his lips. this was all he needed, you and your touch.

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shadowscrybe · 2 months

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Rayven's Revenge- Chapter 5

Summary: Rayven is the younger sister of Rhysand in the Night Court. She was banished 64 years ago for the murder of her sister. This is the story of Rayven earning her place in Prythian and finding out what it means to be family. We all know how her story ends...but how did she get there? I don't want to forget the demon princess with bat wings. Do you?

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: none-typical canon content

A/N: Pissed off bat boys YES MAAM Hahaha what fun we're having right? Such happy, exciting times... for now :) How do we feel about the character of Rahne? I feel like the shadows need personalities.

Rayven used what time she had to spare to fly out of the Spring Court. Rahne could winnow them home at the Autumn Court border.

Most of what she knew about flying was self taught. So when she could, she found time to relish in casual flight. She searched under her skin to the very tips of her wings feeling every muscle work together. Her mother had been clipped so long ago she couldn't remember enough to teach her how to fly. Another basic allowance she felt guilty for.

She chewed over Lucien’s warning as they soared. She made a mental note to send Eris a message later to check on him.

Rahne was the fastest shadow she thought ever existed. So with a slow fly, she would grow bored and begin to show off.

Her little form spun and flipped around like a sea mammal coasting through waves. Race, she goaded. If she had a mouth, Rayven was certain it would be foaming. They hadn't had the time or freedom to race in so long.

Her little shadow vibrated in the air, sensing her consideration.

Why not, she said to her. She flipped and lined up to her right wing. First one to the border wins?

Ready, Rahne confirmed.

Set, she answered.

Go!

They moved faster than arrows. She flapped her wings so hard she knew her tendons would hurt later. Oh well, they needed this.

Rahne slithered through the wind with ease. Her little form inched past her shoulder. A wing length ahead turned into two and then she was really showing off.

Rayven pulled her wings in after a huge thrust and torpedoed to her. The Autumn Court was a few strides away now.

She twisted and Rayven knew she was letting her catch up. Right when she had pulled so close her shadow sent her condolences to her master looking back from the finish line.

What's that score again? Her form expanded into a dark hole to winnow through.

No count, she laughed.

It was unnecessary. She’s never lost.

Rayven took an extra long glide through her and where Autumn had been was now Night.

And Cassian.

He was arcing around the field they flew into outside the cottage.

Well, she said to Rahne. We’re fucked.

Fucked, she echoed.

“You going to make me fight it out of you or can you just start talking?” His arms were crossed and his huge wings flapped quicker to keep him in place.

“I had some free time,” she shrugged, pulling to a quick stop.

“To do what, exactly?” he growled.

She fished the short flowers out of her pocket. “I was getting an arrangement for tonight.” She held them out to him. “Do you think they're pretty?”

“You have got to be out of your mind. The Spring Court?”

“Did you tell him?” She chewed on her cheek.

“Why would I ever tell that prick anything,” he said.

When they reached her cottage he landed before her and held a hand up.

She hadn't needed a catch since her second decade, but she granted him the gentleman act and took his hand into her landing.

He squeezed and led them into the house.

The current sitting room was the size of the original cottage. The small two-story addition felt like a shell around the bones of the shack she met all those years ago. But with Cassian just short of the ceiling, it felt tiny again.

His large body flopped onto her low bed with a huff. “Care to explain?”

So she did. Rayven told him about her master plan to force the Highlord to accept her. She retold him about Tamlin and Lucien around her room divider, leaving the bits about Eris out.

It wouldn't matter what she wore. She was only going to be there for ten minutes.

She told him about taking border shifts since she’d been training and how her performance would move her rank up. Rayven threw on whatever white shirt she had clean and fresh black pants. He didn't laugh when she told him about going for a spot in the Rite. He didn't argue with her when she explained about getting to the stranded female first. He listened to all of it. He didn't argue once.

When she was done and emerged from behind the standing shade, he tried to look mad.

She spun for him and he lost the battle to frown.

“You're going to get my bed dirty,” she plunked down next to him in his clean black clothes. He and Azriel were always in black, but tonight they would omit the fighting leathers.

“Me? Have you seen your hair?”

She hadn't. She could only guess its state after her race with Rahne.

“Is my braid falling out?”

“That was supposed to be a braid?” His face contorted and she knew it was rough.

She groaned and grabbed her brush off the side table. He was quick to take it from her and started brushing out the tangles. Rayven’s wings folded out of his way.

“You don't have anything to say?” She asked as he tried to not pull on the knots.

“I think they will have enough to say. You don't need it from me.”

He began to section half way up her head.

“So Azriel knows?”

His hands paused in her hair. “Who would've told me where to wait?”

If she made it through tonight, they were going to kill her. Azriel did not take being tricked lightly.

He incorporated more hair as he moved down her scalp. “We haven't done this in so long,” she said tilting her head back to smile at him. “I figured you would have forgotten how to do it.”

“Yeah, well you definitely forgot.” His fingers pushed her head forward. “Keep your head still or it will be crooked.”

Once he added all the hair, the remaining twist down her back took him no time.

“Can I tell you h-”

“No,” She quickly cut him off.

He held a hand over her shoulder and pinched his fingers together.

Rayven handed him the hair tie off her wrist. He flicked the finished product over her wings and shoulder. The smooth braid was perfect. No pieces awkwardly pulled her scalp like when she would do it on herself.

“Are you ready?” He handed her jacket over.

“I guess.”

Rahne wiggled and expanded to move them into Velaris. To take her and Cassian, she had to really stretch. They were the largest she ever moved.

Azriel was outside on the steps of the Town House. He wore the same attire as his brother. Sleek in his normal black, minus the leathers.

Rayven wished the shadowsinger looked his normal bored, but he was absolutely simmering. His shadows flickered like steam coming off him.

Rahne took off to meet Azriel’s shadows but one must have warned her against it because she returned to her master in a stumble.

Anger, Rahne said.

Yes, I picked that up.

Please don't be pissed. She said in his mind.

Pissed is not the right word. He sent back.

He opened the door for her and Cassian, glaring as Cassian passed the threshold.

Inside the Town House, Rhys was the first one to greet them.

He was in his fancy lord shirt. A black tunic with silver threading. He dressed wonderfully, but his face looked sad.

She wished he looked pissed like Azriel, or carefully disinterested like Cassian.

But when he and Cassian shared a look that Cassian quickly ducked she knew Rhys had gotten the debrief. Rhys didn't start shouting at her, though. He just opened his arms for her to walk into.

How did it go? She hadn't thought to ask Cassian.

We'll talk about it later, his voice was calm in her head.

Cassian attempted one last joke before they had to go in. “How old are you now?”

“It doesn't matter,” She mumbled, pressing into Rhys’ hug.

“Seventy-four,” Azriel said.

We’ll be in and out. Promise.

She gave a small shake letting the nerves flick off her wings.

Rhys pressed a kiss into her hair.

“Happy birthday, Rayven.”

#acotar #a court of thorns and roses #rhys!sister #azriel x rhys!sister #azriel x reader #azriel

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burnwater13 · 3 months

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Boba Fett and Din Djarin protecting Mos Espa from the Pyke Syndicate. Image from The Book of Boba Fett, Season 1, Episode 7, In the Name of Honor. Calendar from DataWorks.

If there was one thing that made Grogu happy about all the adventures he’d been on recently was that he had found a Mandalorian who acted more like his dad than those other Mandos. Boba Fett wasn’t trying to lead and just giving up. Nope. Not him. According to Fennec, Boba Fett never gave up on anything or anyone.

Grogu smiled thinking about that. His dad was just like that. Din Djarin didn’t give up. He didn’t sit back. He didn’t pout. As least he didn’t pout about work going sideways. He pouted a lot when Grogu just happened to have gotten mud on his armor or maybe left a bag of dung worms in the N-1 a day too long. Wow. Grogu could feel that pouting in a real way.

Aside from the unexpected outcomes of playtime, Grogu knew that when his dad was faced with adversity, the Mandalorian just became more determined to see the task out to the end, bitter or otherwise.

“Well, my young friend, Mandalorians know more about adversity than most people you will ever meet. Certainly an individual may have a life filled with conflict an pain. But few other peoples have been so singled out for such universal treatment. I suppose it was because they were too good.”

Grogu perked up and paid more attention to the Daimyo. He had really just been looking from one man to the other. He hadn’t said anything. He hadn’t actually even made a peep, coo, or grumble. For a change of pace he had been simply silent.

“Your face is very expressive. Particularly your eyes. I have been told that they are the same color as your father’s, as mine match my father’s.”

The Daimyo smiled at him and looked both proud and sad.

“You rarely mention your father. Was he a bounty hunter?”

Din Djarin asked the question quietly, as was his habit within the throne room.

“He was. A Mandalorian bounty hunter who was taken advantage of by the Old Republic and the Jedi Counsel. You know about the Clone Wars?”

Grogu nodded his head. He, personally, would have liked to have forgotten about them, but when someone like Moff Gideon spent time tracking you down, you couldn’t forget about anything that caused the fall of the Old Republic or the rise of the Empire.

“I do. I know about the Separatists. I know that the Jedi were involved. By the time things were at there worst I was already on Concordia. The Mandalorians who trained me did not speak of it, except to say that it was a fool’s errand and no good could come of it. They were right about that, given how it ended.”

Grogu was surprised that his Dad didn’t sound as annoyed, bitter, and, not quite smug, but more aggrieved, than he usually did when this topic popped up. Perhaps he was striking a more neutral tone because of the affect that whole sequence of events had on the Daimyo.

“They were right. But it did not start that simply. You know the Jedi have visions. There are those who say they can see the future. That ability served them poorly. They recognized that they might one day need a fighting force. One that was much larger than the Old Republic kept on hand. So the project on Kamino was started in secret.”

The Daimyo took a deep breath and Grogu almost told him that they could skip the story and go fishing if it all hurt him too much to think about.

“I am fine. I have lived with many painful memories and their pain did not lesson because I ignored them, my friend. Now, where was I? Oh, yes. You cannot have a fighting force without the people necessary. But where would you get such a force? The Jedi knew too much and not enough. They went to Kamino, as the Kaminoans were well known for their skills at cloning, and found a willing partner in their enterprise. For a price. After that, they just needed to find a template. Clones were used for many things back then, young one. Whatever task a business might need to perform but they did not have the staff, they would either assign to droids or to clones. If you had enough funds they would rent a workforce to you for whatever specified period of time that you needed them. Then they were retired.”

Daimyo Fett laughed at that.

“It sounds much nicer than it was, my friend. Retired is just a nice way to say that the clones were ended. They had no individual rights as they were clones. Not a unique person but merely a copy of a unique person. That is at least what they told my father and he told me. You see, when they began to look for the template for the Jedi’s fighting force they realized that they couldn’t clone a Jedi. Something about the Force affects the process. They never perfected it.

Without being able to use a Jedi they came to the conclusion that the Jedi’s enemy would be the best source material and only one group of people had survived being the Jedi’s enemy for any length of time. Mandalorians. Funny, isn’t it? You and I and your father, we are good friends and not enemies at all. But back then heads were not so cool, on any side.”

Another deep breath.

“My father, Jango, was an accomplished bounty hunter. Best in the galaxy according to the records the Kaminoans kept about him. They approached him and he agreed to be the template. Oh, it wasn’t quite as simple as that, but what a father tells a son may often be affected by sentiment. My father was a sentimental man. That is why I exist. You see, I am not his son in the typical way. I am his clone. A duplicate, you see. And for a time I had more than 3,000,000 brothers. They became the fighting force that the Jedi and the Old Republic needed to address the Separatists. Unfortunately for the Jedi they trusted people who should not be trusted. I say that not as their enemy, but as a student of the past. When you buy cooperation from people like the Kaminoans, you may discover it is as easily sold to another. Which they found was the case, much to their, and no doubt your, dismay.”

The Daimyo fell silent for a moment. Grogu didn’t know if he was doing that because he remembered how his own father fell or out of kindness to Grogu or kindness to Din Djarin. All three of them had lost loved ones due to the that conflict.

“I was able to escape. Take my father’s ship and leave those immediate problems behind, but I never forgot the stories my father had told me about being a bounty hunter. It had been a better life for him and I was determined to honor him by taking that up. It is hard work and not for the faint of heart. You must take a risk and work it all the way to the end. If you fail at it, well, the end is bitter and you are cold. Very cold.”

“Boss, are you telling sad stories again? The three of you look like something the rancor dragged into that enclosure it spends all its time in. Cheer up. It’s a beautiful day out. I am told that rain is in the forecast and you know what that means.”

Grogu jumped just like the Daimyo and his dad at the sound of Fennec’s cheerful voice.

“No Fennec. I do not know what that means. Enlighten us, please.”

“Flowers. Little flowers will pop up all over Tatooine. I’m told it’s beautiful. Isn’t that right, Mando?”

Grogu turned to look at his dad. He was about to scold him soundly, but his dad beat him to it.

“It is. Very beautiful. If you start now, you might be able to collect enough to make a posey. I’m sure that ‘friend’ of yours would like it.”

The Daimyo burst out laughing and Grogu laughed with him. He didn’t know why it was funny, but he was glad to have the opportunity to laugh. Maybe this was how Mandalorians were able to survive so much? They never forgot the present, even when they were talking about the past. In any case, he coo’d to Fennec that he was willing to pick flowers with her, but he was too late. She had vanished as quickly as she had appeared just a few moments earlier. Just like the flowers would.

#calendar prompt a day #grogu #din djarin #boba fett #the book of boba fett

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lanaevyssmoved · 8 months

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helloooo Afhiri sounds SO lovely. can you tell me more about how they feel at the start of act 1 about her predicament with the tadpoles, her companions, etc etc if you want!!

it might be cruel to say that they're pretty damn simple . actually no its not ive decided theyre pretty damn simple. literally wakes up and has a panic attack because where is flute?? where flute?? WHERE. FLU TE? flute was no where to be seen (depression). a very sad clown exploring this ship literally with minimum interest because flute :( flute :( this is a child who has lost their autistic hyperfixation toy.

lae'zel is hot. the sword scene is hot. hiri has immediate gay panic and forgets flute for 2 whole seconds. asks lae'zel if seen flute. lae'zel doesn't even know what a flute is.. smh. sticks around because was told to. does whats told (for now........ ominous.) so to start lae'zel is literally party lead this clown is NOT a protagonist (for now...... no im not making that joke twice)

SHADOWHEART IS HOT... absolutely ignores lae'zel to free shadowheart. literally dumbass tries to pull the door off. lae'zel ends up being the one like "maybe u should look around if u INSIST on saving this HALF ELF." frees shadowheart :) oh my god you have an autistic hyperfixation too?? your rock is so cool!!!!!!!

the flute is not rescued. please F's in chat for the lost flute of afhiri's childhood. her father made her that flute and it's DEAD. AND THERE WASN'T EVEN TIME FOR A FUNERAL.

the first thing they do after hoarding all of the fish on the beach like a little goblin creature is find gale's portal. shiny. Oh My God is that an arm without a body? that is Soooo cool...... high fives. they free him of course!!! used bard Magicks to calm that shit down and free the silly man. she finds him SOOO silly. he is such a silly little guy. his lil expressions and hand movements are SO funny. she wants to get acting classes from him so she can be just as funny and then she'll rank up in Clown. she's sure of it. (he is a clown to her. a truly excellent clown. there's real talent..........)

after that she gets knife throat by astarion :( not very nice of you :( i would have given you money if u wanted :( oh not a robbery? OH WE'RE WORM BUDDIES? friendship acquired :) they genuinely don't have any more thoughts rly at the start because he is mean and she doesn't understand its mean and looks at him stupidly like a dog who cannot understand the new word u just said. tilts head :)

their friendship stat is SO high all of a sudden. this clown has had NO friends their entire damn life (weirdo coded) and suddenly they've got SOOO many best friends oh my god they're so excited for the campfire stories hehee :)

next is oh my godd its the hot. gi..gi... Girlfriend? :) no its gith u stupid clown. get pied. ANYWAY tells the tieflings some absolute BULLSHITERY. this clown is So good at lying (this is a positive. their moral code is kinda messy.) and frees lae'zel :) shadowheart doesn't trust lae'zel but how can you Not when she's Also Green? I'm Green? You're Green? Da Ba Dee

after that its oh my god is that A GOBLIN? never seen a goblin before. finds them extremely cute. they're also kind of green (positive). and A WARG? can i PET IT? No? It'll eat me? bite off my hand? chew up my suit? this is supreme sadness. wait- flute still gone. that's supreme sadness. ALSO WYLL IS FUN!!!! wyll gives her fairytale hero prince vibes and is absolutely fascinated and thinks as a bard should sing of his tale because hes so cool (please don't trust them. they will make him sound like a fool.)

hearing about the spooky scary teeth-ling from wyll is super!! exciting!!!! a devil?? fought in devil war?? fire?? death?? epic story . we must find out more (not to kill. to talk to. must have some REALLY COOL STORIES!!!) very easy to convince wyll not to kil- OH MY GOD HOT?? HOT? ?? literally hot. this is the most Supreme Gay Panic. afhiri never thought about girls (or boys) like this before. none of the Lads give the Panik.. but these girls are a little too much (fainting vibes) also karlach is so fun :) daydreams about karlach throwing her like a javelin into battle

the tadpole though :/ they don't know!! everyone keeps saying. bad! evil! bad! removal! death! kill! and they're like :/ idk guys.. worms are kinda cute. u ever seen a worm do a lil wiggle on some mud? its so cool.. i wish i was a worm..... everyone is concerned. do not trust them with decisions (they trust them with decisions. they are All stupid.) they name the worm. the worm is named little buddy. it's not creative. it's not a name. but this is Little Buddy and she talks to her little buddy sometimes. she even wrote it a song. (she doesn't consume more little buddies. that's weird.. this is HER little buddy and those are OTHER little buddies. there's only one little buddy for her....)

extra: GUARDIAN. oooohhhhh my god .. never seen someone soooooo CLOWN. (this is false. guardian looks nothing like a clown. theyre projecting HARD. guardian plays along because this is clearly going to work better than being Hot and Mysterious). trust them explicitly (reminder: not smart), treats like another Best Friend like the squad. gets sad they don't ever join them in camp for her performances. does private performances sometimes :)

DOUBLE EXTRA: the possession.. of Flute 2.

a daring tale of (gale takes some of the squads money and buys them a flute. cannot bare to see the sad puppy dog eyes any longer.) AN INCREDIBLE ADVENTURE OF PERIL AND DANGER... THERE WAS GNOLLS AND GOBLINS AND MAYBE A BEHOLDER!!!!! gale.. an incredibly brave adventurer.. this is going in his next song

#ask #astarien #need yall to know i try so hard to get across their Vibe in how i type LMFAOOO #i am so excited about clown :)#i hope u enjoy clown!!!!!!!#she/they #oc afhiri

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freedom-of-speech333 · 9 months

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The Letters I write by Frredom_of_speech333 on ao3

Summary:

Shoto ran away from home and works at a barista at the nearby coffeeshop. He lives in a ten mile perimeter, away from prying hero eyes. He’s quite fine with his life until he meets Izuku. He wants to protect him, to be by him, to shared in the green haired’s joy and sorrows. This is the story of Shoto opening up his walls as he falls in love, told in letters to his dead brother.

Dear Touya,

I nearly died today. Or, well, I think I did.

I was on my way to work when a large woman with long blonde hair and green eyes bumped into me. She was having a bad day and threatened to ‘crush my skull’ if I didn’t pay her for wasting her time. I forget my wallet at home. I think I had a panic attack because I started breathing heavy and woke up looking at a shining sun of messy green hair and emerald eyes.

His name is Izuku Midorya. After I passed out he stepped in and…. Somehow got me out. He won’t explain how. He must have used his quirk. I won’t tell on him though, he saved my life. And he’s cute.

Still Alive,

Shoto T.

•••••••

Dear Touya,

I saw him again today. He showed up at the coffee shop and ordered a double expresso mint extreme, no foam. He has a new bruise on his jaw and an infected cut on his third knuckle, right hand.

I put my number on his cup and asked him to call me if he gets hurt again. His face, was interesting. It turned all red and he started spluttering. He might have high blood pressure from the coffee. I tell him that when he calls.

Sincerely,

Shoto T.

••••••

Dear Touya,

Midorya texted me. I invited him over but he said we should take it ‘slow’. Why would he want to wait to fix his injuries? Is he afraid it will hurt? We scheduled to meet at the park for a picnic lunch. I suggested the bench by the tree. It’s above ground, visible, and I can hide in the nearby crowd if He shows up.

I packed some soba, sauce, and a few fishcakes. Do you think he likes fish? You never did but I think he might enjoy it.

Sincerely,

Shoto T.

•••••••

Dear Touya,

Midorya is quirkless. He always wanted to be a hero but wasn’t allowed to attend hero schools. He doesn’t have a home and lives on the streets. His face looks sad when he talks about his mom and lights up when you mention all might.

He saw me that day because he had been on the lookout for Miss Kim, the lady who assaulted me. She’s a big boss around here who makes a living off of newcomers. Midorya has been intercepting her and helping people.

I think he’s great for helping people, but he doesn’t seem to care about his own well being. He had two cuts above his eyebrow, several bruises that will need time to heal, and his arm was dislocated. He didn’t say anything when I relocated his arm, which is concerning. How do I help him more?

Frustrated,

Shoto T.

••••••

Dear Touya,

We met up after work today. He came up to the counter and asked ‘how the most handsome person in the world is doing?’. I thought it was weird because he could have asked himself, but he said he was fine. His face became red again tho.

We chatted about our days and I told him about Endeavor. I want him to trust me, and to like me. Honesty is the foundation of any relationship. At least, that’s what the internet says. Besides, I have several plans if he… but Midorya is different.

He cares. Too much I think.

Sincerely,

Shoto T.

••••••••

Dear Touya,

Midorya has been visiting me after work for a week now. It’s, nice. He even offered to walk to the store with me. I usually order online because it goes past the local heroes daily route.

It was nice, we went through a couple alleyways to avoid detection and I got some fresh food. I forgot what apples tasted like. Too bad they don’t ship apples.

I invited Midorya to spend the night. He was walking on a sprained ankle. I covered it with an ice pack and wrapped him up. He is asleep on the mat right now. I’m writing in the bathroom so the light won’t wake him up.

I wonder what he thinks about my ‘studio’. I don’t do art but that’s what it’s called. Midorya likes katsudon. I’ll make him some for breakfast.

Your Brother,

Shoto T.

•••••

Dear Touya,

It’s nice living with Izuku. And frustrating. He keeps pushing me to expand my three block traveling distance and visit another city. Traveling brings attention I don’t want, can’t he see that? But I understand why. The cherry blossoms were beautiful and the crowds actually hid us from any watchful eyes.

Izuku loves going on dates, even if it’s just a few candles and bowl of ramen. Oh, and we are dating now. I should have started with that.

Touya, I’m concerned. He continues to help people, even when he is hurt. It’s hard to see him in pain, but he seems to enjoy it. Knowing he made someone else’s day better, I mean. He reminds me of you, and that scares me. Because your dead, and I want him alive.

Sincerely,

Shoto T.

••••••••

Dear Touya,

Izuku didn’t come home yesterday. I can’t call the police because they’ll bring me back to him. And his boss flipped me off when I asked him today.

I’m scared. What do I do?

Sincerely,

Shoto T.

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Knock-knock

Shoto got up from the mat and peered thru the eyehole of his door. His breath caught in his throat as he pulled it open.

Izuku was covered in blood, supported by a badly burned raven haired man with familiar blue eyes.

‘Touya?’ The raven haired man grunted in reply as he pushed his way in and lowered Izuku onto the tatami mark.

‘Great pick in partner little sho’, got some brains, this one.’ Touya sighed and looked at Shoto, who was still frozen by the door, stunned. ‘That was sarcasm, come here, and close the door.’

Shoto quickly shut the door, checking that it was locked, before scrambling next to Izuku with the med kit.

Izuku’s arms were broken and bruises danced all over his body. The blood was coming from a cut on his lip and one on his leg that was deep enough to put his finger into.

Opening the kit, Shoto got to work bandaging Izuku up and creating ice to soothe his wounds.

Touya sat back and watched as his brother to care of the dumbass who he loved.

‘You really like him, hmm?’ Shoto looked up at Touya, lines of tears running down his face.

‘I thought you were dead.’ Shoto said.

‘We’ll, you sure wrote a lot of letters to a dead person.’ Shoto blinked in surprise, he left the letters at the cherry tree in the park. He always assumed some squirrel was grabbing them away.

‘You read them? Why didn’t you talk to me, write back?’

Touya looked out the window, a beautiful view of a brick wall. ‘I’ve been in hiding too. You know what he’s like. Besides, you wouldn’t have accepted my help if you knew it was me.’

Shoto’s brows furrowed. ‘What help?’

‘Your boyfriends alive, isn’t he? Your not the best hider you know. Endeavors not the only one who wants you. Plenty of villains fancy you have a high random.’ Touya looked back a Shoto, a smile stretching his scars.

‘I’m glad you got away. You made a pretty good life for yourself.’ Touya stood up and walked towards the door. ‘I wanted to be a hero, and it killed me. Now I just want to fix what father broke. My family. You should answer Fuyumi, she misses you.’

And with that he walked out the door. Leaving Shoto to tend to Midorya. And text his sister.

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Dear Touya,

Thank you. Fuyumi misses you too. And Izuku says he would love to meet you, when he’s not passed out. Maybe we can meet up sometime. You know where to leave a reply.

Sincerely,

Shoto T.

#Shot #shoto todoroki #bnha fanfic #tododeku #tododeku fanfiction #dabi #touya todoroki #dabi is a good brother #just a vengeful one

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octoagentmiles · 1 year

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Hi! I love your analysis posts! So, I have a question: What kind of music do you think the Octonauts (And any Octo agents you want to add) would listen to, and what are their favorite song?

merci beaucoup <33 I have very little actual musical "knowledge"; I just like specific songs that go beep bap boop a specific way, but I'll try my best here—and as for their favourite songs, I'll just name some songs that remind me of them, if that's okay 👍

Barnacles likes accordion of course, so he'd probably enjoy anything that incorporates it. I can see him liking most genres tbh, he's not super picky—but he definitely likes folk and classical, and he LOVES sea shanties—almost more than Kwazii 👀

Dear Fellow Traveler - Sea Wolf

Born For Greatness - Papa Roach

AND:

Leaving London

Lost

Ship In A Bottle

Abandon Ship* (*pretend it's Kwazii singing to him)

They're all from an album by Steffan Argus, and you need to listen to them in order because they tell a story, and the whole thing is so Him fr.