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uhhhhyandere · 4 years

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I love, love, love you ❤️ I was hoping I could request where the main character begs for Yandere Light to let her get a doggo bc she’s so lonely since he made her quit a job. Like full on having a full ass fit. I’m talking full blown brat shit. Just how he would react and what she would have to do to convince him if you catch that drift 😏😉

yeah, i know what i said in my last post. whatever. never believe anything that comes out of my stupid mouth i am the single biggest sob in the universe.

um… i took this in a… direction to say the least. someone has to stop me from riding suck n’ ride smut bc… it always goes like this.

next light smut there is going to be ass-eating or i swear to god my name isn’t kerry literally all im thinking about is giving him a rimjob. really. this is where we are at folks.

warnings: smut, face fucking (oops), dick sucking, sex, rough sex. he not happy boi

word count: 3.5k

All you did was watch dog videos anymore. Of course, you watched them because you literally had little else to do during the day, but you just… happened to be more open about it when Light came through the door. Did it have anything to do with the fact you’ve been thinking about getting a furry friend to keep you company from the silence of an empty house and the dark recesses of your mind?

No, of course not. It had nothing at all to do with it, and it certainly had nothing to do with the fact that if you ask him directly, he would say no before any more words could breach the air. You would have to be creative, because when Light said “no,” there was no more argument, and you wanted this argument.

“A Pug. Wow. Beautiful.”

“Look, it’s a—it’s a Corgi. Oh my—wow. That’s amazing.”

You’d play around with different sizes.

“This Mastiff? This gentle giant? Can do nothing wrong.”

“This Bichon matches with the snow!”

And you’d talk about listings you just happened to see online from the local shelters.

“This one—wow. All of her shots. She looks so nice. Oh, and potty trained! What a girl. Damn.”

“He’s sitting down—oh a paw. I see a paw. Can he do the other paw? Oh, yes he can. Also has all his shots. Wonderful.”

Considering the man you lived with, you were pretty positive that he figured out your intentions day one or day two max. It’s been about a week since you’ve been… outgoing in your interest. At this point, it was a game as to who would break first. You bet he was waiting for you to get annoyed with his ignoring of anything you said related to the subject with how blatant he was with shirking you off, forcing you to simply ask.

You weren’t going to make it so easy on him. Though he happened to be the king of hiding his emotions, you knew you had to be getting to him. Light would never admit it, and he would certainly never show it. He wanted to keep that satisfaction as far away from you as possible.

So, you turned up the heat.

Before, you would break off the dog topic after a time, wanting to etch it in your daily schedule only bits at a time. Now? It’s the only thing you talk about, no matter the actual subject at hand.

“There’s another event we have to—.”

“The animal shelter is having an event in the park next week for adoptions.”

“I’m going to have to go for groceries soon.”

“Look at this weenie dog dressed in a weenie costume.”

“I—.”

“Doggo cute.”

It was only a matter of time until—.

“This French Bulldog is—.”

“Y/N.” His voice was clear, demanding. Even after all this time, like a teacher scolding elementary students, it immediately brought you to silence. You sat on your shared bed, legs crossed, as he leered down at you from the bathroom. “I would say it was cute at first, but you know it’s a waste of time to try asking anything indirectly. As if I would succumb to your manipulation, but I let you carry on. You would get bored. You would stop and think and realize that it was pointless to keep it up, but you persisted. I thought to myself maybe you were just trying to see if I would crack and give you the satisfaction of indulging in your antics, and I was right.

“It begs the question. Why didn’t you just ask directly? Easy. Because I would say no, and you would be correct. To allow something else besides me your devotion? Not likely. But what? Did you think showing me videos of Shibu Inus and Pomeranians would make me want one first? You have the logic of a six-year-old, Y/N,” Light began to unbutton his shirt, “Did you honestly think it would work? Or did you simply want to get a rise out of me?” He removed the shirt entirely, then lifted his undershirt over his head just as easily. Light tossed the fabric into the hamper, leaving a pale, lithe abdomen on display. He turned to fully face you and took two easy steps forward. “Why would you want one in the first place? Have I not given my fiancée enough attention recently? Is this your way of getting back at me, hm?”

You were almost at an even height to his belt buckle, but you did your best to ignore that as his eyes demanded attention upwards. His gaze was near malicious, but not quite so. Ah. Lascivious. That’s what they were. You swallowed the knot out of your throat.

“Y-you wish.”

“Your hesitation is very resounding. Then, if you’re so sure, indulge me. Don’t tell me you wanted a distraction from your loving husband-to-be. I know you didn’t want something else to focus on besides me when I’m away at work, so tell me. Tell me why you desired a filthy, shedding ball of fur. Your answer may earn you some mercy.”

You unfolded your legs from underneath you as your foot began to numb under the weight of your leg. Your hands glided back and forth on your thighs. Was there a point in lying? No, scratch that. Was there a point in lying to someone who already knew the truth? Well, his own truth that Light would undoubtedly make yours. There was little purpose in making it worse on yourself.

“No, you’re—uh—right.” Light set his hands on his hips.

“Oh?”

“Yeah, I’m just… lonely when you’re at work. So… yeah.” You risked a peek upwards. Oh, geez the smirk on that fucker. “I’m sorry.” His arms rose from his hips to cross over his chest.

“For?”

“Huh?”

“What are you sorry for? Annoying me for days with your drivel? Wanting a mutt? Lying?” You furrowed your brows. “Oh, that one confused you, hm? Alright, well, if you won’t admit it, I can do it for you. Lonely-“ he scoffed- “You can’t be serious. Such a blatant lie from your lips. The second time you are insulting my intelligence. I’ll ask one more time. Where does your motivation lie?”

“I’m not lying!” You hissed, jumping off the mattress to stand. “What—just what am I supposed to do all day cooped up in this place like a goddamned prisoner? Clean? The place is clean. Cook? As if you’d even let me try. Watch TV? My brain is rotting. You don’t even let me help kids with math anymore online. Just what am I to do? Next thing I may just throw myself out the window—,” Hands gripped your shoulders, causing a slight pain at the intensity.

“You think I’d let you? I expect you to stay here and be good and thankful that you are where you are. I, just as much as you, know—knew women who died to be in your shoes, and you’re ungrateful to be alive and safe? You want more?” You tried to shrug out of his grip, and he allowed you to take the steps away from him.

“I’m asking to be a human being, for fuck’s sake! I’m going to sit here and go crazy. Isn’t it enough that I don’t fuck with the rules anymore? I’m quiet. I don’t say anything. I put every façade you ask me to. All I want is something for me! Something to distract me from literally going insane here! To distract me from everything.”

Light’s eyes sometimes spoke more truth than his mouth ever could. Right about now, the browns were all-consuming, aflame with ire, but his lips were upturned in a challenge.

“A distraction. Caught in a lie, Y/N. Bad form, even for you. After all this time, you still can’t face reality, dearest. I knew you’ve been pitting your mind in some gutter you call the truth. Makes this all easier to accept, but to go to the physical extent? I won’t allow it, and you won’t be able to recess your mind for long, so enjoy that pleasure while you can.” He paused, countenance recessing to something more composed. “You love me, don’t you, Y/N?”

“Yes.” There was no hesitation, no lie in that affirmation. It was the easiest of his questions to answer. “I love you.” Light inhaled deeply, chest flexing with the exhale.

“With love comes compromise, correct?” You responded with a glare. His tone was all too insinuating. “So, let’s compromise, yes? I hate arguing with you.” He reached an arm out, hand open. Your eyes glanced between the extended limb and his eyes before cautiously taking it. His hand squeezed and pulled you in tight. Light twisted and adjusted you so when he fell onto the bed, you landed comfortably on his lap. Releasing your hand, he brought his own up to gingerly glide his fingers across your cheek, a trail of bumps in its wake as it curled into your locks. Almost like a lover. Almost.

His fingers seized the strands and pulled, forcing your head back and opening your neck for his mouth to latch. “Then compromise, dearest. Prove to me what you think you deserve.” He spoke against your skin, open-mouth kisses with a hint of teeth between his words. “And I’ll make judgement.” His hand let go of your hair and traced to the back of your skull to slant your lips onto his impatient ones. The other wrapped itself to pull your body closer until he pushed you off with an unexpected force, almost knocking you to the ground.

From the unbalanced position, you watched him adjust his position to lie in the center of the bed, head angled to watch you from the pillows with both his hands as another cushion for his crown. Light smirked, watching you stand straight. “Well, go on. Compromise.”

Light was never on the bottom. It was non-negotiable. Being anything else was utterly unacceptable for a god. This situation, despite the physical placement of both bodies, was no different. You may be the one crawling on top of him, fiddling with his belt buckle, but he had every bit of this situation in his control. Under his watchful gaze, you removed the strip of leather and threw it across the room.

“You’re going to have to help me here,” you muttered after undoing the fly. Wordlessly, he obliged, allowing you to slip the trousers off of his person. You glanced at his feet. Thank god he took his shoes off already, so he only lied in his boxers.

No, you would never be accustomed to this.

“You always look like it’s your first time,” he remarked. “As if you haven’t seen my cock before. From my recollection, you should be quite familiar with it by now.” You inhaled sharply. “Unless you don’t want to compro—.”

“Shut up,” you hissed, crawling to straddle his legs. “Just be quiet,” you said more quietly. You reached out to rub the only half-erect cock through the fabric. Only small groans were elicited above you. Light was not a noisy one, to say the least. It took your first, painful, terrible experience of deep-throating to even get him to moan fully.

“Do you think teasing is going to get you anywhere?” His voice is always composed during sex, and it really was alarming because… you really couldn’t relate. You glowered, fingers digging under the waistband and pulling. He helped again, lifting so you can get the fabric off. “If you think you’re doing anything fully clothed, I should take a cold shower.”

You made quick work of taking the layers of comfort clothes you had on, off. “You really know how to put on a show,” he deadpanned.

“Shut. Up.” You returned to your position, seeing his cock now fully erect from your previous work. You were sure you were wet, but you ignored it as best you could. You had a feeling you would not be serviced tonight. Before you can even lean down, he spoke again.

“Beg for it. Beg for the honor of sucking my cock. Convince me you deserve it if you believe you are so entitled.” There was not a single physical restriction to keep you from taking it into your mouth, but his words were powerful enough to keep you still. Light was daring you to try and misbehave, and you really couldn’t help the physical reaction his words always do to you.

“Please—,”

“Pathetic. I can have any girl in my bed. I can stick my cock in any person interested, and here you are, an ungrateful brat who wants more. You’re making quite an unremarkable argument for yourself. Perhaps I will take away—.”

“Please, Light. Allow me the honor of sucking your cock, of you fucking my throat. I want the privilege of swallowing your seed. Fuck—please. I’ll do anything.” You leaned down close, but not touching anything. You only lifted your eyes up to his. “Please. I know I’ve been bad. Please, let me make up for it.”

Your words in bed were always forced. He knew you hated dirty talk as much as you did, therefore he always made you speak, always made you confess how much you craved him, wanted him, and whenever you spoke it was hardly ever in lies. Your embarrassment was too prominent in your body language to tell him otherwise.

“Go on, then. Show me.” You licked up his length first, then around the head and back down. “Teasing will get you nowhere,” he repeated. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes and took him in, inch by inch. Light was incredibly average despite his ego. It wasn’t impossible to fit the entire length into your mouth with slow adjustment, but that didn’t mean it was fun. You would continue to work his length, getting more and less intense with your pressure and the speed your head bobbed. Still, there was little reaction from him, not there really never was any mind the grunts you could make out. Your inclinations to keep going, and you did until you pulled back.

“How’s—,” His hand was at the back of your head immediately, forcing your head back down, pushing his cock down your throat, pushing until you could feel his balls against your chin. No hair. He was pristine down there. You convulsed, gagged, choked, but he did not release his grip. Hand keeping its hold, he dragged your head up just a hair enough to thrust upwards. Water began to pool at the waterline of your eyes. You had to relax your throat, or this was going to be just worse.

But it was hard, so hard at the pace he was thrusting at. You squeezed your eyes shut and took it the best you can. Listening to his quiet grunts and groans, you forced your lips to continue covering your teeth, but you could not force your throat to loosen. Drool pooled at both sides of your mouth, carelessly falling into both him and the sheets along with the liquid of your tears.

“Your throat is so fucking tight. That’s it. Choke on my cock. This is what your dirty mouth deserves.” Your limited experience could be to blame for its restricting. That, or the selfishness of the man whose grip on your hair tightened even more right before he allowed you to breathe once more.

And breath you did. Gasping, reeling for air as drool continued to leak down. From beneath your hair, you looked at Light, his eyes wild and alive with lust. Small heaves from his smiling mouth mixed with your wet and heavy ones. “Do you think you deserved that, dearest?” You finally wiped your mouth and shook the spit from your arm. “You’re lucky I am so generous. Come. For doing such a decent job.” His hands patted his hips. Swollen eyes met his. “Ride me, before I change my mind and fuck you into the mattress.”

Regaining some semblance of control, you moved to straddle his length. “Oh, your pussy is glistening. Did me fucking your throat really do that much to you? You loved to be controlled, don’t you?” You did not answer, shaky hands guiding his cock so you can sink onto it. You groaned at the feeling. “Tell me how good it makes you feel. How only I can make you feel like this.” You bit your lip, sinking down another inch or so.

“God, Light. Your cock feels so good. Only yours can make me feel like this. No one—no man, no woman, no person—can make me feel anything—like—this—fuck!” You sunk down to the hilt before you lifted yourself again, easing yourself up and down his length. “It’s so good—so good.” Light allowed you more time but decided your gentle pace was not enough to soothe him. He roughly grabbed you and flipped your positions.

“Too slow, Y/N. What did I say about teasing?” He brought his hips back and then snapped them into yours. You screamed, and you wondered if the neighbors would call again, but his pace did not relent.

“Light—please. It’s too—too much! It’s too fast. I can’t…” He smiled, a wicked grin over you.

“And you won’t. Don’t you dare think about cumming. I decided you don’t deserve it. This is your compromise. You get to live, marry, and get fucked by me, and only by me, and I will only have eyes for you. You’ll never feel like you need a… distraction again.” You clenched your teeth and pushed your head farther into the pillows. “I feel you clenching onto me. Don’t you dare think about disobeying me.” His thrusts were even, balanced.

“Please, please, please let me cum. It feels too good. You feel too good. I’ll do anything.”

“Then don’t cum.” You threw your hands back and gripped the headboard, feeling it rock in rhythm to his thrusts. They were beginning to become, sloppy, wild, he was close while you were holding back for dear life. “Y/N. You are mine and mine alone. Your body. Your actions. Your mind. I am the only thing you are allowed to think about.” With one final push, his seed released, filling and coating your insides. He rode it out, making sure every drop stayed. He hated to have to wash the sheets after, though your drool stains remained.

Pulling out, he retreated and stood, ignoring your writing, unfulfilled form. “Come. You aren’t going to sleep like—get those hands away from there. Let’s get you clean before you ruin the sheets even more.” Like before, he extended his hand to your heaving form. “Alright, alright, I’ll take care of you, but you need to get cleaned up first.” An unstable hand fit into his own. His gently pulled you to stand and allowed you to lean your weight onto his.

Hot water cascaded down your body. Though Light effortlessly scrubbed washed his hair, you could not bring yourself to match his speed, and by the time he was already done, you hadn’t even washed your body yet. You heard an incomprehensible mutter amidst the running water as he left you alone. He was washing his face as you finally emerged, wrapped in your towel. No romance tonight, you figured. Not that it was any different than any other night. You followed, brushing your teeth, washing your face, and taking your pills while he huddled in bed.

You could only dream of romance anymore. Getting your pajamas on, you approached the empty side of the bed. Before you could get on, Light shifted, opening his arms and staring at you expectantly. You froze. Did… did he want…? “Well, come on.” Ah. Was this supposed to be the ‘I’ll take care of you,’ he mentioned earlier? You supposed he would never wash you in the shower, so this would have to be it. You swallowed and fell into them, feeling his arm wrap you close to him so you lied nearly on your stomach, face buried in the crook between his neck and shoulders. His arm lied around your neck, the other near your elbow on the arm that sprawled on his chest. Oh, hello? What is this?

Ah. This is the quote-on-quote, attention he promised as a fiancé. His eyes remained closed as you stared. How forced was this? You wondered if he hated it, if he saw it was succumbing to your wishes, but it was unlikely. Perhaps it was him showing the physical love outside of sex that you lacked thinking it would keep you from having another outburst as you did before. Him keeping his side of the compromise so you would keep yours.

You allowed yourself to close your eyes before you thought too hard about his actions. The more you thought about it, the more—and less—real it all became, but if he was offering more conventional couple things: cuddling, dates, attention, you would not pose another argument.

“So, no dog?” you whispered.

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a-libra-writes · 4 years

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Game of Thrones Imagines - Dancing

in which i write waaay too much about this because ive been listening to waltz music and im absolute trash for dancing scenes

In this preference, you’ll enjoy little drabbles with: Ned Stark, Benjen Stark, Robb Stark, Sansa Stark, Jon Snow, Theon Greyjoy, Daenerys Targaryen, Jorah Mormont, Jamie Lannister, Tywin Lannister, Tyrion Lannister, Sandor Clegane, Bronn of Blackwater, Stannis Baratheon, Renly Baratheon, Davos Seaworth, Brienne, Margeary Tyrell, Loras Tyrell, Ramsay Bolton, Roose Bolton, Edmure Tully, Brynden Tully, Oberyn Martell, Yara Greyjoy, Petyr Baelish, Beric Dondarrion, Tormund Giantsbane

seven hells what order should I put these guys in

NED STARK

In his youth, Ned never really bothered with the ins and outs of dancing. He didn’t see the point; training or running Winterfell was more important, besides, it was more of a Southern thing. His brothers shared his lack of enthusiasm, so he didn’t really care about it.

However, this changed at a gala at Winterfell, when he saw you for the first time. You were so lively and kind, and your beauty seemed to increase tenfold when you danced. He didn’t even notice his brother Brandon was your partner at first, and suddenly, he couldn’t keep himself from asking you for the next dance, worried Brandon might keep you all night. As he put his hand to your waist and your hand in his, he internally panicked… But that melted away as you gave him a reassuring smile.

Ned didn’t even notice you were leading him, nor did he dwell on the few stumbles he made. He just couldn’t believe he was so close to you, and enjoying something like dancing.

He tried practicing and brushing up a bit after that, but really, it was a bit of a lost cause. After you married, he still loved to take you in his arms anyway, and he was never short of praise for you when the gala was over. You teased him about watching you all night instead of visiting with his fellow lords, and he wasn’t ashamed to say that he loved watching your graceful movements.

The last dance was Ned’s favorite, as he loved it when you leaned your head on his shoulder and you two could just sway. If you were particularly tired, he’d wait until the guests had mostly cleared out and bridal carry you to your shared bedroom. He used to feel a bit embarrassed in helping you undress, but later he took great pleasure in how you'd sigh. This extended to him eventually sharing a bath with you afterward, soothing your body with the warm water and his hands.

BENJEN STARK

Benjen had never cared for dancing, especially these silly galas the Southerners liked. He never thought he was missing out, and rather enjoyed teasing Brandon and Ned for having to go to them, and later teased Robb for the same thing.

He was stopping by Winterfell and staying the night when he heard of a gala going on. Benjen wanted to speak with his brother and nephews, so he stopped by inside, surprised by the amount of people and the music. He spotted Jon and went to him, only for someone to catch his eye. He didn’t keep track of the family members of the North, as it wasn’t his place anymore, but he wished he had a name for your lovely face.

You were dancing with Robb, smiling at him, laughing when he leaned in and said something. He admired the way you moved with such elegance, despite Robb having some trouble keeping up.

“Uncle?” Jon found him first, and tried to get his attention.

Benjen quickly shut his mouth and greeted his nephew. As he hugged him, he still glanced at you. Jon had noticed and teased his uncle, mentioning your family was close to the Starks, and you were their only daughter. As Benjen had visited with his family, he couldn’t stop sneaking glances at you. He was ready to leave, wanting to keep you off his mind, and he was surprised when you sought him out first.

“I’m so sorry to intrude, but you’re … Benjen, correct? My cousin is with the Night’s Watch, and he mentioned you - Wait, I haven’t even introduced myself…”

He thought it was so cute how breathless you were, and you were trying to be polite to a man of the Night's Watch, even if you had no reason to. He asked for your name, and many other questions, both of you drawing into conversation without realizing it. You noticed a few songs had passed already, and you took a chance. You asked if he would be allowed to dance with you. Benjen hesitated, and politely refused you, figuring a lady shouldn’t be dancing with someone like him. He was surprised by how disheartened you look, and he was disappointed as well.

As the evening grew dark, you noticed Benjen had disappeared at some point. You were glad to leave the stuffy hall, your feet and legs were aching. Outside, the frozen air was perfect, and you took a deep breath … and you yelped as a sudden gust of wind hit you. Your dress was thin, and you shivered.

Suddenly, someone wrapped a warm fur around you. You looked up. “Benjen? I was wondering where you were.”

“You were looking for me?” His pleased smile was cute. You pulled the fur further around your shoulders and spoke honestly. “Yes. I wanted to see you."

The two of you lingered, and you could feel a sort of tension. There was still music from the hall, albeit muffled and distant. You spoke first, asking him to dance with you.

Benjen couldn’t believe you managed to take him off guard, but he didn’t make the same mistake twice. He accepted, pulling you into his arms. As you shivered again, he pulled you even closer, and you wondered if it was his heart or your’s that you could hear.

From then on, anytime Benjen passed by Winterfell, you were sure to see him. You two shared several secret meetings, which weren’t limited to dances. He especially liked it when you snuck out of the galas early and curled up with him in your guest room, where he'd soothe your aching legs while whispering how beautiful you looked.

ROBB STARK

Like most Northern lords, Robb felt the entire idea of galas and dancing was silly. Still, he knew you attended them, so he’d do his best to practice a few steps when no one was looking. During a gala, he didn’t hide that he was looking around for you, and would try his best to have you at the first dance. When he danced with other ladies, he really wasn’t that attentive and sometimes made mistakes out of nervousness, or because he was too busy watching you across the room.

Once Robb finally had you as a partner, it was obvious how pleased he was as he held you. He’d try to play it cool, but you could tell he was concentrating on following the right steps.

Just for fun, you liked to throw him off by moving a little closer and whispering something sweet. His face would go red and he’d stumble, and you two would laugh to yourselves, stuck in your own little world.

He’d eventually grow in confidence and you could tell by how firmly he held you and how he began to lead the dance more and more. If you asked him about practicing, he’d have to blush again and admit he was doing it for you, as he loved watching you twirl with more experienced partners, and hoped that someday he could make you smile like that. You’d insist that you love dancing with him the most, no matter what, and he’d likely almost step on your feet again because he was so happy.

At the end of a dance, Robb always gives you an earnest kiss on your hand and lingers a bit, still holding your hand and looking you in the eyes. It’s so obvious he wants to kiss you for real, but then he has to hand you off to a partner, frowning the whole time. He’d definitely want to find you for a last dance, and at the end of that, he’d risk it and give you a kiss on the cheek - still holding your hand. He often lingers after the music ends, still holding onto you, and you have to teasingly remind him to let you go and return to his family.

Often Robb really can’t take it and finds you after the gala, in the evening, wanting to hold your hand and steal a proper kiss from you. “I’ve been waiting to do that all night.”

“Ha! Get it all out of your system, before someone comes looking for us.”

SANSA STARK

Since she was a girl, Sansa always daydreamed about attending fabulous galas and dances in the South. Once she arrived in King’s Landing, you and her became fast friends after she met you at her first one. She looked up to you, loving your poise and grace. You began to teach her, and although she had some trouble with more complicated steps, she appreciated your patient instruction. Each gala was a whirlwind of emotion for her, and when it became too much, especially with Joffrey, she’d seek you out in the crowd. You’d take her into your arms and dance, quietly alleviating her worries as the music played.

The situation in King’s Landing became worse, but Sansa continued to attend your lessons. You noticed the toll the events was taking on her health and mind, but she insisted she was fine.

One day, she was especially clumsy in the lesson, often making mistakes and spacing out. You knew it was rather pointless you ask, but you did so quietly, whispering to her as you guided her along the steps.

Suddenly Sansa held fast to you, bringing you into a crushing hug. You heard her shudder and try to stifle herself, but several tears came out. You continued to sway, soothing her and petting her hair. As soon as you both heard someone, she pulled away, pressing her sleeves at her eyes to hide any tears. You both quickly returned to the lesson as several servants passed by.

From that point, Sansa would often exclusively seek you out at galas, pointedly dancing with just you even if propriety demanded you two part. She only would after a scathing comment from Cersei or Joffrey - and she would've danced with others for a time, but then she’d always come back to you. You’d still whisper soothing words when no one would hear as you two twirled.

Once the dances were over, you both would be exhausted, but Sansa would still linger with you. You’d hold her hand, taking her to her room, sometimes shooing away her handmaidens so you could brush her hair and keep comforting her. She wouldn’t always accept this, however, and would want to help you as well, smiling softly when you’d attempt to joke and make witty comments to lighten the mood.

JON SNOW

Jon was never expected to bother with fancy feasts or galas, and he told himself he was fine with it, especially since Robb was always dressed up and dragged off for them. He still found it a bit lonely, however, and he was curious about the music that was always playing for the galas. Sometimes he’d hang around outside, listening to the laughter and music. He was doing this on the night you saw him. Jon heard someone hurry out, and he was surprised to see a girl all dressed up and out of breath. You sat down on a bench almost fell over as you removed your shoes.

You turned around and yelped, and he startled, too. He apologized for frightening you, and was glad you just laughed it off.

“You’re … Lord Stark’s boy, right? Jon Snow?”

He was surprised you recognized him, and thankful that you were talking to him so kindly. You introduced yourself, explaining your shoe had broken and you were worn out. As you shivered, he quickly gave you his fur, and you two ended up talking for much longer than you expected.

“The galas aren't so bad, I promise. Yes, they’re tiring, and dressing up takes far too long, and the lords can be overbearing …” You trailed off, and he couldn’t help but laugh. You were so pretty in your outfit, and he wondered if Robb was one of those lords who annoyed you. You stood up and took his hands, further surprising him. “Still, they're fun! Here, I’ll show you!”

Even though Jon tried to protest, he really couldn’t argue once you were placing his hands. He knew something of dancing that he was taught, but not much, and he hoped he didn’t touch you anywhere inappropriate. You ended up swaying and dancing along, and he began to forget himself.

Once you began to shiver again, he remembered your feet were bare and offered to help you to your guest room. There were several more galas at Winterfell, and you liked skipping out to talk and visit with him. He still had plans to go to the Wall, and he considered his time with you precious, knowing it wouldn’t last long. A few times Robb or Theon teased him for having a crush, and he’d just tell them they were imagining things.

Whenever he'd hear the music of the galas, whether it be a minstrel that was playing or someone singing, he'd wonder what it'd be like if he were a true Stark and was allowed to dance with you like the other lords.

THEON GREYJOY

Naturally, Theon wasn’t allowed to participate in the few galas at Winterfell, and he didn’t think Ironborns should be doing flowery dancing, anyway. Still, his interest was piqued when he noticed you and Sansa practicing, and how the servants would gossip about how lovely you and Robb looked when you danced.

So Theon ended up sneaking into a few, especially at Robb and Jon’s urging. They were ready to get a kick out of Theon falling over himself or Catlyn dragging him out by the ear, but he surprised nearly everyone when he strode up to you with confidence, asking for a dance. You knew him, of course, and you were surprised when he kept up with you.

Not just that, he was almost a natural even if he didn’t know all the steps. He had an infectious energy, and you two ended up sharing quite a few laughs. If he messed up or you teased him about his hand being too low, he’d have a joke ready. Once you finished the dance, he made sure to kiss your hand with a wink, sometimes giving you a kiss on the cheek if no one was watching.

Theon’s absolute favorite thing to do was “steal” you from your partner, especially if it was someone he knew you disliked. He’d just whisk you off with a smirk and a quip, and you two would try to stifle your giggles at how angry the man would look.

Theon was only able to snatch you for the last dance once, and he got an earful for it later - but it was completely worth it. It felt like it was just the two of you in the room, and he stole a kiss before being dragged off by Robb and Jon, who were positive that Catlyn was going to tear Theon a new one.

Theon would always try to find you after a gala. His usual flirting would fall a bit short, as he’d be a bit intimidated by how lovely and breathless you looked, but you’d still smile and would give him a real kiss goodnight.

DAENERYS TARGARYEN

You were a noble from Westeros who had long been travelling Essos, and you soon came into the service of the Queen of Dragons. You two had a surprising friendship, and she found herself quite drawn to you. One day, she heard you humming and dancing along to something as you tidied up, and she asked you with a laugh what you were doing.

As you described the grand balls you’d attend, and all the silly nonsense your parents would make you wear, she’d become thoughtful. She told you to demonstrate some more of the dances, and you were amused by how queenly her demand was. You’d do your best, but explain that it’s better with two people - perhaps one of her handmaidens or Missandei could help.

To your surprise, Daenerys would step forward and hold you with a strong confidence, all but telling you to instruct her. You’d do so, keeping your smile down as you guided her hands and began the basic steps. Daenerys did her best to follow, although she took it quite seriously, and thus would make a few mistakes. As you’d tease her good naturedly, she’d be even more determined, bringing you even closer and telling you to focus on the lesson.

Your lessons continued for some time, each one the two of you going longer and becoming a little more breathless. Daenerys loved how you’d hum the songs and would move with such confidence, it would distract her more than your lips or the feeling of your body against her’s. Finally, she’d push you against the wall and kiss you until you were breathless… And afterwards, you’d giggle and ask her how long she’s been wanting to do such a thing. The queen certainly punished that bit of cheek.

While you don’t have lessons all that much anymore, during celebrations Daenerys will take you to herself and lead you in the dance. She’d obviously be pleased with your compliments, which you found adorable.

Sometimes in her chambers, when the windows are open and you both can hear the sea, she’d pull you into her arms and want to slow dance. You both would end up making up your own dances, and would take turns leaning on each other and sharing kisses and whispers.

JORAH MORMONT

Dancing with Jorah came about purely by accident. You were discussing Westerosi culture with Daenerys, as you were also from there and she was curious. You described attending galas, all the beautiful dresses and lights and music. Jorah had attended a few as well, even though they weren’t as popular in the North, and he shared his stories.

Daenerys looked to the both of you with a bit of mischief in her eyes. She asked if you two could show her how some of the dances are done. You quickly felt shy, as you had quite a crush on Ser Jorah, but the idea of being so close and dancing with him was a wonderful thought. You looked to him, and he also seemed a little flustered, but he gave you a smile. “A dance or two for the Khaleesi shouldn’t be a problem. It’s been some time for me, so you may have to lead, my lady.”

You gladly did so, you loved it when he called you a lady, reminding you of better times back at home. Despite his words, he took you in his arms with little hesitation and after you counted a few times, you both were easily waltzing around the room. You hummed a song you remembered, and he also remembered it, and began recalling when he was a young man and attended his first gala.

You didn’t notice, but he was discussing the story more with you than Daenerys, and she had long snuck out of the room with Missandei, the two of them grinning.

You two had ended up dancing along to several more songs, talking all the while. You hummed and sometimes sang a song, and he easily swayed you even if he didn’t know it. Jorah held you just perfectly, not too tight, and you felt so safe in his arms. It wasn’t until you turned to ask Daenerys a question that you realized you both were alone, totally out of breath and not knowing how long you’d been dancing.

You had a mix of emotions, you were homesick and lovesick. Jorah assumed your quietness was because you were tired, and he brought you water and took you to a place to rest. You were touched, and you two kept talking into the evening. You eventually began leaning on him and fell asleep, and he carefully carried you to your room and kissed your brow before he tucked you in.

You both confessed your feelings to each other shortly afterward. While there wasn’t much time for parties in the Free Cities, sometimes during quiet evenings you’d pull him into a dance and he’d love it, enjoying your closeness and how you’d hum and rest your head on his chest.

JAMIE LANNISTER

Jamie was always expected to be accomplished in most things, and socially-demanded dancing for stuffy galas was no different. Although he didn’t think much of it, he had a natural talent for it. Jamie didn’t have many chances to dance, however, as the Kingsguard was generally discouraged from participating in galas, unless it was for ceremony or some event.

You first danced together at one of these ceremonies, and Jamie was relieved. You two had known each other for a while, and he was glad not to get stuck with some lovestruck maid. He started out with a smirk, making sassy remarks about the silliness of the whole thing, and you teasing him about being rude while dancing with a lady. As it went on, Jamie started to become quiet. He began to realize how much he liked having you this close, how you smiled and reassured him, and lightly scolded him when he made a rude comment about a guest. He couldn’t keep his heart still, and told himself it was just the exercise.

He was disappointed when the dance ended, and ended up finding you for a few more. When you were taken for the last dance, he couldn’t deny how irritated he felt, and watched you and your damned partner the whole time.

After that, he was sure to attend more galas, but not enough to bring suspicion to your growing relationship. He’d sometimes play it risky, bringing you closer than was proper, whispering in your ear lovely or flirty praises if he knew his sister was away. He really only enjoyed dancing with you, and didn’t have a problem turning down anyone else, although he had to dance with a few others to avoid being seen as too rude.

After he lost his hand and returned to King’s Landing, the bright galas lost their appeal and he stopped attending, even for ceremony. He ended up finding you in a practice room one day, and you guided him to you, although he protested. Once you began humming a song you knew he liked, and guided him into it, he couldn’t help but bring you close against his chest. He leaned into you, swaying as he nuzzled into your hair, holding you so tight it almost hurt.

You knew he was overwhelmed with emotion from his captivity, so when you two got a chance alone, you’d hold him close and whisper how much you loved him, sometimes swaying and humming the songs you two used to dance to.

TYRION LANNISTER

Galas were like any other feast or party for Tyrion, he could have plenty of drink and banter, and if he got bored, he’d slip out and go to a brothel. If he knew you were in attendance, you two would sit together, trading drinks and stories.

He knew you loved to dance, and sometimes you’d step away to enjoy the music. He’d have some feelings of envy and sadness, wishing he could dance so easily with you. One day, you noticed him being particularly self-pitying, and you pulled him by the wrist.

“What’s this, my lady? Normally, I wouldn’t refuse you, but with so many people -”

You smiled and shook your head. “Oh, honestly, it’s not that. I want you to dance with me.”

Tyrion was obviously unsure, he didn’t want that sort of attention drawn to both of you. He knew his reputation, but he didn’t want to sully your’s. You insisted, but instead of dragging him to the middle of the dance floor, you pulled him out in the halls.

“Now I’m really getting mixed messages about your intentions,” He joked, trying to relieve his anxiety.

You rolled your eyes and took his hands, and gently instructed him. Outside, you could still hear the music, but you were alone, enjoying yourselves You both ended up losing track of time, and had to hurry back separately, so no one would assume anything untoward.

He was touched by your kindness, loving you even more, if that was possible. During galas, you two would hold hands and drink, and after you married you were more than able to sneak out and dance to yourselves under the moon and stars.

TYWIN LANNISTER

It was the first time you had attended a gala at Casterly Rock, and your parents wanted you on your best behavior. You had to dance the appropriate amount of time with the appropriate amount of partners, at the appropriate distance. Just thirty minutes in and you wanted to leave.

You noticed Tywin Lannister sitting at a table with his family members; he was hard to miss, with his great presence. However, you became wrapped up in your irksome partners, and you didn’t notice he was gone until he was suddenly beside you. Your scared partner wasted no time in handing you over, and before you knew it, you were dancing with the Warden of the West.

He had a confident hold on you, and perhaps he was a little too close, but you hardly thought about that. You were surprised by his poise and practiced steps; he led you effortlessly and you found yourself complimenting him. You blushed and tried not to look away as he returned the compliment with his low voice. You'd never thought he would do such a thing, and to you of all people.

At the end of it, he gave you a proper bow and kiss on your hand, but it felt different than others you received. You were still buzzing. At the end of the night, he picked you for the last dance, and you were determined not to be intimidated again. You danced wonderfully in sync with him, and you could swear he tried to change some steps to trip you up. You didn’t fall for it, and followed his lead easily. The dance was over before you knew it, and he gave you another customary kiss on your hand, but there was a peculiar look in his eyes that made your heart flutter even more.

The gossip in court exploded after that, with your handmaids telling you that he almost never danced with any lady, and everyone agreed you two looked like royalty.

You still remember that night fondly after you two married. After you wed, he was sure to get the first few dances with you at each gala, and no one was going to take Tywin Lannister’s wife from him until he was quite finished. Once he was, he’d hand you to a partner and sit down, his eyes occasionally following you across the ballroom. No one would think of making an inappropriate move on you, especially at Casterly Rock.

If he felt someone was overstepping their bounds, Tywin wouldn’t hesitate to calmly stand from his seat, make his way to you, and give them a quiet but vicious reminder of who you were married to. Then, he’d guide you to his seat, where he’d keep his hand over yours until he calmed down.

For the last dance, no matter how tired he was or who he was speaking to, he’d seek you out. While Tywin always held you close, if he was in a particular mood, he’d make sure your body was nearly touching his, and his hand would have a firm grip on your waist. The two of you would talk quietly or you'd enjoy a peaceful silence with knowing glances. Tywin wouldn’t want to show too much affection in public, but you could tell from his soft gaze and the way he held you that he very much wanted you. Once the dance was finished, he’d keep you by his side until the gala finished and you two retired to your bedchambers.

SANDOR CLEGANE

Of all the stupid things nobles do, Sandor found galas especially fucking stupid, especially with all the fuss in guarding them. Normally he was glad to take the night off and drink, but since being hired by your family, he had to attend to guard you.

He’d already had growing feelings for you, and the damn galas only made it worse. You were always dressed beautifully, always smiling at this person and laughing with that one. At least you'd give cold looks to lords who didn’t impress you, but he still hated how everyone held your attention. Anytime one of the lords was too close or touchy, he’d be sure to touch his sword and quietly appear next to you two until they’d slink off.

After a well-known incident involving a drunk lord who ended up lifted by his neck and nearly tossed, the guests figured out you were well-protected and didn’t try anything fishy. It really wasn’t enough for Sandor, he didn’t give a shit about dancing, it just drove him up a wall how other men were so close and touching you. You couldn’t stand some of them, but you had to allow it, and whatever you two felt for each other had to be kept under wraps.

In the evening, when the gala ran long and your legs and feet were absolutely killing you, Sandor would wait until you two were alone and pick you up. He’d cradle you bridal style, secretly adoring how you rested your head on his broad shoulders and kept him close, sometimes touching his face as you closed your eyes. He’d be bold enough to take you into your bedroom and set you down on the bed, ignoring the scandalized looks of your handmaidens. Eventually you began sending them away, and when Sandor would set you down, he’d be sure to strip you from your clothes (perhaps a bit too roughly), rubbing your legs and meeting your lips as you held onto his face.

At one point you were practicing in an empty room and you offered to teach him. He snorted, saying he wasn’t doing that shit, and you laughed, figuring you’d give it a try. After a gala, you still have the music in your head, so when you’re both alone you’ll wrap your arms around him and hum, trying to sway him along with you. He’ll grumble and complain but still bring his arms around you, holding you a little too tight, as if trying to erase all the people who were touching you before. Sometimes he was feeling especially jealous, seeing how flushed your cheeks were and how you breathed heavily in your dress, and he’d be too eager to rip it while ‘helping’ you undress.

BRONN

No surprise, he’d scoff at the ridiculousness of the galas and dancing. He and Tyrion would have plenty of good laughs about it as you got ready, and he’d be sure to give you several compliments on your backside before you left. After he was knighted at Blackwater, Tyrion made several jokes about him attending to find a proper wife, which he always blew off. It wasn’t until Tyrion brought up your marriage in passing, and how you’d likely find a husband at a gala since you attended so many, that he got a little irritated.

He didn’t want to go, of course, but he recalled how you always dressed up for them. Were you dressing up for someone in particular? He didn’t think you were the husband-hunting type. The whole idea just left a bad taste in his mouth, so he agreed to go to one with Tyrion, fully intending to just drink and joke the whole time.

Naturally none of the lords and ladies looked forward to having Bronn or Tyrion there, but you still sat with them, laughing and drinking along. Bronn kept fighting the urge to pull you into his lap like he did when he visited the taverns, and right when he was about to pull you to him by your waist, you were asked to dance by some Lord Who Knows from Where the Fuck. Bronn definitely was glaring when the man took you away.

As the lord danced with you, and you smiled politely when he kissed your hand at the end, Bronn hoped that was it. Nope, several lords were ready to dance with you. Evidently, you were popular, and that wasn’t surprising. Bronn wasn’t a flowery words type, but the word ‘beautiful’ kept coming to mind as you twirled and glittered under the lights. It just irked him, so he kept drinking and suggested to Tyrion that they ditch and find a brothel. He remained irritated, despite the distractions.

The next time you readied for a gala and stopped by Tyrion’s office to see if he was joining you, Bronn felt that ugly feeling again, and urged you to come to one of his favorite taverns instead.

You thought he was joking. “In my jewels and one of my favorite dresses?”

“Eh, leave the jewels. I can help ya out of that dress, if ya need it.” He grinned.

You realized he actually meant it, and you sighed, thinking about how upset your family would be, especially since you were still unmarried… But Bronn looked almost eager, and it was hard to refuse him to begin with. You rolled your eyes, told him to give you some time and returned in a much simpler outfit. He couldn’t keep his grin and laugh to himself as he pulled you out of the castle, with Tyrion smirking to himself as you two left.

At the tavern, there was plenty of music and drinks already flowing. After you two drank plenty, Bronn pulled you up, telling you he’d show you what real dancing was. You’d never actually been amongst the smallfolk like this, so you were a little overwhelmed, but you loved the way his hands touched and wandered across your body. He was risky, giving you kisses here on there, sometimes on your jaw or your neck, encouraged by your laughter. Once you two were tired and thirsty, he eagerly pulled you into his lap, calling for another round of drinks. The two of you spent quite a bit of time at the inn and the room upstairs. From then on, you began shirking attending galas, having more fun dancing with Bronn in various taverns and dance halls in King’s Landing.

STANNIS BARATHEON

Not too surprising, Stannis saw no enjoyment in galas, even when he was unmarried and expected to find a wife. The regular feasts were pain enough, and Renly and Robert always took the attention of others anyway.

While courting you, he never actually met you at a gala, preferring to see you elsewhere. When you two married, he realized that he eventually had to attend them, as you couldn’t go by yourself … and he knew how much you loved them. So even with his discomfort, he made attempts to practice with you. You guided him patiently, and he paid attention, although he often got distracted by your happy smile, and how you’d reward him with kisses. He’d tell you to let up on all the affection so he could concentrate, but …. Nope, you didn’t. If you kept showering him with praise and affection, he’d become terribly flustered and try to pull you back into the lesson.

When a gala finally came around, you could tell he was nervous, even if he seemed the same to anyone else. He danced with you through two songs, which surprised you. You forgot yourself more than once, giving him a chaste kiss or a compliment like you’d do in practice, and you both would blush and hope no one noticed.

He’d sit out after that, feeling too out of place. He’d feel nervous seeing you dance with more loud and outgoing men, evening starting to grind his teeth if they looked too cozy with you. Eventually, Davos would have to point out that you didn’t smile nearly as much for the other lords, nor did you stay close to them or laugh at their silly jokes.

For the last dance, you could tell he was happy to return to you. He held you much closer, even giving you subdued smiles as you beamed up at him and noted his improvement. At the end, he’d give you a kiss on the hand, but wouldn’t be satisfied and would end up giving you a sweet one on your lips.

RENLY BARATHEON

While Renly was good enough at dancing and he had friends at the gala, he preferred feasts and tourneys, especially since galas were full of starry-eyed girls chasing after him. You two met when you were forced to partner up, you both were trying to escape more undesirable partners and easily danced away from them. Once you’d both realize what you just did, you’d have a good laugh about it and started to get to know each other.

Since you two often visited at other events after that, there were rumors, but you knew his heart was with a certain Tyrell. He was a fun friend anyway, especially when you both wanted to escape at a gala. You’d dance and make jokes, complain about your families and snigger at certain guests. One time you both were being pursued by especially annoying partners for a last dance, and you literally spent half the song dodging through couples, avoiding them and finally finding each other, only to be totally out of breath and the song nearly over.

DAVOS SEAWORTH

You attended more than enough galas for one lady; your parents were so eager for you to marry, they dragged you to dozens. At least you enjoyed dancing, however, the instability of Westeros had other ideas. You followed your father on his campaign to support Stannis, putting a solid end to any future galas.

As you were often at Dragonstone, you befriended little Shireen, who naturally wasn’t allowed to attend galas. You began giving her little lessons, teaching her some of the songs and steps to them, which she loved. Eventually you began to befriend Davos as well, ans he thought it was adorable to watch the two of you. He especially liked the grace and ease that you moved with, it reminded him of a ship sailing on an easy breeze.

One evening, Shireen suggested that you teach Davos how to dance. He was taken off-guard and quickly said that he really wasn’t a dancer, besides, you were a proper lady who ought to dance with proper lords.

“You are also a lord, and a knight, Ser Davos.” You reminded him. "Besides, in these times, the realm has little need for fancy parties."

He still seemed uneasy and tried several other excuses, until you walked up to him, put his hand on your waist and took up his right one. Of course, he felt insecure about his missing fingers, but you didn’t even bring it up. And it was hard to focus on them, when he had your lovely eyes and your sweet smile so close.

Shireen sang the songs you taught her, and you sang along, carefully guiding him into a simple two and three step dance. He was stiff and nervous the whole time, worried about touching you inappropriately, wanting to touch you but knowing he shouldn’t. After that, several times when he stopped by to see you and Shireen, he’d be dragged into another dancing lesson. He actually did love being so close to you, and how sweet you were with the princess. It made his mind wander to what sort of family you two would have.

Davos never really saw you at a proper ball, which he considered a good and a bad thing. He’d never see you in a lovely dress enchanting the room, but he also wouldn’t have to see younger, handsomer men dancing perfectly with you.

Sometimes when you were feeling anxious, you’d wrap your arms around his warm torso and hold him close to you, humming one of the songs and swaying with him. He’d hold your waist, kissing your brow and giving you words of comfort, knowing you liked the movement and closeness.

MARGAERY TYRELL

The two of you began dancing in the practice room. Margaery was quite drawn to you based off the rumors she heard, and she wasn’t disappointed, as you two quickly dazzled the room. From then on, you often practiced together, usually trading gossip and jokes the whole time.

At the next gala, she surprised you with asking you to dance. You two twirled around the floor, enchanting anyone who watched with your combined grace, not knowing you two were cracking jokes or sharing flirtations while the music played.

You danced often together, although you both knew when it was appropriate to stop dancing together and dance with a possible suitor, it never made you happy. A few times Margaery would notice when a man was getting too close, and she’d swiftly whisk you away with a charming smile, leaving him none the wiser that you were being rescued. Often, you two would catch each other’s eyes while dancing with other partners, and she’d give you a knowing smile.

After one of the parties was winding down, you accompanied Margaery to her private chambers so you two could get out of your dresses and soothe your aching feet. She noticed you were feeling down most of the evening. “Is something the matter, love?”

“Well…” You felt foolish. “I was thinking how you and I will never get the last dance. If we ever did, people would think it was some joke.”

Before you knew it, she whisked you off the bed and onto your feet. “Then, we’ll dance right now! This will be our last one, or the one after this, or the one after that. The last dance will always be just the two of us, when we decide.”

From then on, you two had a little tradition, having your “last dance” in one of your chambers, humming to the ballroom songs in your nightgowns and usually ending it with a fit of giggles on the bed.

LORAS TYRELL

It wasn’t too surprising that Loras was just as graceful in dance as he was on horseback, and all the ladies of the realm were eager to dance with him when he attended a gala. Loras was polite, giving the proper amount of time to each lady, as he truly enjoyed galas, even if his partners could be lacking, and even if he’d never get to dance with the one he really loved.

However, Loras was surprised by you, pleasantly so. He loved that you knew the complicated steps he couldn’t try with other partners, and would give you challenges to keep up. You two would end up getting lost in the music, dancing through several songs. Several guests would stop dancing or talking just to watch, and you both usually got a hearty round of applause by the end of it.

Of course, you both would be exhausted and sweating, but he had a high respect for you and began seeing you as a friend.

BRIENNE OF TARTH

Brienne wasn’t crazy about guarding galas, as it just brought back painful memories of her own rejections and trying desperately to fit in. She’d sigh and bear it, moving all her focus to protecting you. She took the duty seriously, thus, she always watched you.

She began to admire the grace and beauty you had as you danced. She always thought you were pretty, but when you smiled and twirled, and your hair and gown moved with you, it was almost dream-like. More than once, her heart beat quickly as she watched you effortlessly pull off some move she couldn’t attempt or even name. She didn’t even pay attention to your partners, unless they were obviously pushing their boundaries - which she’d be quick to correct if you didn’t stop them first.

One day, you were in your practice room and she was once again taken with you. You noticed her staring, and asked if she’d like to help you practice.

Brienne was taken aback by the suggestion, and quickly became uncomfortable. She insisted there was no way she could be of any help. As you pressed her, she kept insisting, saying she wasn’t graceful and she’d just end up hurting you.

She sat in on several other practice sessions, and you began to get specific with her. You’d ask her to stand still or hold you a certain way so you could practice a dance. She’d get what you were doing right away, but she’d be obedient, trying to calm her beating heart. As you two became closer, and you reassured her, she’d slowly try to hold you and try a few moves, but she’d quickly lose confidence and retreat into herself.

At one gala, during the last dance, a lord was much too forward with you and even tried to follow after you once it ended. Brienne was quick to put him in his place, face-first on the ground. She escorted you back to your room, noticing how upset you were by the whole ordeal.

“Who cares about the last dance, anyway? It’s just stupid ceremony, yet men act like fools over it,” You ranted, taking off your heels and dress. Brienne agreed, trying not to be distracted by you disrobing.

“My last dance will be with whomever I please. Brienne?”

She stood at attention. “My lady?”

You held out your hands, dressed in only your nightgown. “Will you be my last dance, my knight?”

She blushed to her ears and began to refuse, but she thought of all the men who would try to grab you, coerce you into a dance or just act tasteless. Setting her sword aside, she took your hands carefully. You hummed a song and led her into it, and she swore you could hear her heart beneath her armor. In spite of all her worries and insecurities, she loved having you so close, and she couldn’t stop herself from giving you a proper knightly kiss on your hand once your impromptu dance finished.

RAMSAY BOLTON

You knew of Ramsay’s reputation when you married him. You weren’t a fool, you were aware he certainly had feelings for you, and he was willing to keep his more … unsavory aspects away from you, for the most part. He was especially good at playing the dutiful lord husband where guests were concerned, although Roose still kept an eye on him during galas.

You adored dancing and you weren’t going to stop just because he didn’t partake. But to your surprise, one day he took you in his arms, and impressed you with how he followed the music and steps. He was rather clumsy, and perhaps a little too fast, but it was obvious he had been practicing.

You complimented Ramsay, and he was clearly pleased, holding you closer and giving you that charming smile he liked to use. You could always see behind it, but this time it seemed genuine. Sometimes he’d slip up and give you a kiss, often whispering something less than appropriate to you, but before you knew it several songs played and you had enjoyed yourself.

He was still holding onto you when a man came up, asking for your hand. Ramsay looked confused, then clearly irritated, and you had to remind him. “My lord, it’s customary to change partners every other song.”

“Is that so?” His expression changed again, to a darker one you easily recognized. He handed you over to the man, obviously not enjoying it, and you hoped he stayed out of trouble.

As you danced with other partners, you could see he had a few dances with other girls, but then he returned to the table. You could tell there was strong emotion brewing behind his eyes, you just couldn’t be sure what he’d do.

One of the lords dancing with you was quite drunk, and ended up stumbling. You tried to catch him, but he grabbed ahold of you, specifically on your backside. Before you could push him off, Ramsay was already there, taking the man by the collar. The room went totally quiet as he smiled. “I’d recommend you find a different place for those hands, my lord, or they’ll end up separated from your wrists.”

You pulled Ramsay away and Roose urged the musicians to continue. Before you could even speak to Ramsay, he had you in his arms again, but this time with far more possessiveness. He gripped your waist and brought the two of you completely together, and kissing your neck as you two swayed to the song. He began to bite you and leave marks, his tone sweet but his words told you that you belonged to him, and if you or any lords forgot, he’d be more than happy to remind them.

ROOSE BOLTON

It was common knowledge among the Northern lords that Roose didn’t dance at galas. He wasn’t the only Northern lord who did this, of course, but he already had a reputation for being cold. He’d simply sit at the table, observing the guests and occasionally speaking when it was polite.

It wasn’t until Roose was courting you that he finally stood, asking you for the first dance. You were just as surprised as anyone else, but you accepted, and you couldn’t help but notice the confidence and ease that he held you with. His movements weren’t flourishing or energetic, but held your attention with his steely eyes. Occasionally, he’d murmur in your ear a lovely compliment, and it would almost break your concentration.

You noticed as the dances would go on, he’d bring you closer, and you didn’t mind at all. Afterward, he may have accepted a dance here or there from someone else, but he really didn’t get asked, and he seemed quite fine with that. He’d sit at the table at his usual spot, his eyes following you, sometimes catching your gaze and giving an expression that you couldn’t place.

He was able to catch you for the last dance once or twice, and his movements were so slow and steady, it was almost hypnotizing. You found yourself swaying into him, sometimes leaning, and you had to remind yourself to keep an appropriate distance - but then he’d gently pull you back in. As your cheeks flushed, he asked why you suddenly became so shy, and you managed some excuse. At the end of it, he took your hand and gave you a perfectly polite kiss that still gave you goosebumps because of the way he lingered and kept his eyes on you.

Once you married, he’d only dance with you. During a gala, he’d keep an eye on which men were dancing with you - if he felt one was keeping too close, or one was dancing with you too often, he’d come from seemingly nowhere and more or less threaten them away, always in his calm tone. Then he’d take you in his arms, swaying you in his gentle and slow way. As you melted into it, he’d give you a kiss on your brow or cheek. He’d whisper to you sometimes, complimenting your loveliness or reminding you that you two still had the business of making an heir.

At the last dance, he’d only seem to want you more, especially if he was feeling jealous through the night. His long fingers would softly rub the small of your back, often slipping lower if he could get away with it, and he’d give several kisses to your lips and neck. By the end of it, you’re usually a mess, and you’d want the gala to hurry up and be over so you two could get to your shared bedroom.

EDMURE TULLY

As much as his father and sisters attempted to instruct him, Edmure was always clumsy with his feet. Lysa and Catlyn often teased him, pulling him into the practice room and insisting he dance with them. He attended several galas through the years, always quite shy and sort of bumbling when he was dragged to dance with someone.

When your mother not so subtly suggested that you two dance, the panic on his face was obvious. You were probably the most beautiful girl he’d met, and now he’d be making a fool of himself in front of you. You took his hand, giving him a gentle smile, whispering that it would be okay.

You took the lead and he was surprised by how kind you were. You would quietly instruct him and carefully guide him, and he became confident, enjoying several dances with you. He was so disappointed to hand you over to someone else, he almost forgot to kiss your hand.

After you two married, Edmure actually put a lot more work into his practice, since you loved dancing so much and he wanted to spend time with you. He admired your confidence in all things, but especially when all eyes were on you as you went from partner to partner. He’d try to participate as much as he could, but he still was quite clumsy and didn’t want to slow you down, although you insisted he was doing quite well.

When the last dance came, he almost couldn’t wait to be by your side. Your cheeks would be flushed from the evening, and he’d lovingly brush some of your stray hair behind your ear before taking your hand and waist in the last dance. He probably couldn’t resist giving you a kiss on your cheek or forehead, being a little embarrassed by his own behavior. Once it finished, he’d again lose himself and give you a lovely kiss before remembering propriety and placing a kiss on your hand.

Once the evening is over, he’s incredibly attentive to you, massaging your legs and getting you water or whatever you needed. When you tease him about it, he blushes quite a bit, but says he can’t help but look after and spoil his lovely wife.

BRYNDEN TULLY

When you first asked him to dance, he laughed out loud, assuming you were joking. When you insisted, he certainly was surprised, but he set his ale down and gladly stood to join you.

The Blackfish knew he wasn’t graceful in any sense of the word, but he held you firmly, and he led with confidence. If he ever missed any steps, he recovered so smoothly it was hard to tell. He didn't give a damn about any gossip between the two of you, and respected that you felt the same.

Often you’d push yourself closer to him, and he’d grin, only holding you tighter, making your heart race. He’d have plenty of witty comments, loving to see you laugh as your cheeks were flushed from the exercise, and maybe you two could sneak in a few flirtatious whispers. He loved how small you were in his arms, and sometimes he'd make a snide comment about hoping his brother and the Riverlands court were thoroughly scandalized by the two of you.

Brynden would really only have a few dances with you before insisting you ought to partner with some younger men, and better suitors. Even if you’d pout, he’d sit down and go back to drinking and joking with his friends. However, he’d unmistakably look up and watch you, loving to see you twirl and move, and sometimes laughing to himself whenever his nephew nearly stepped on your feet. If he was feeling particularly bold and had plenty of drink, he’d swoop you up for the last dance, insisting to your partner that you were in good hands - and really, it was hard to argue with such a man, especially when he was already whisking you away.

At the end of the evening, he always gave you a “proper” kiss on the hand, which you know he wasn’t taking seriously at all, as he'd often give you a wink or would scoff at anyone staring. You’d kiss him on the cheek in return.

Once the guests were turning to their rooms, Brynden would find you, pulling you into an empty hall to give you a proper kiss, grumbling about damned propriety. You'd laugh softly as you guided him to your room, though he'd insist on carrying you, delighting in how you'd hold onto him.

OBERYN MARTELL

Oberyn vastly preferred the galas in Dorne, which had both livelier music and dance. As much as he enjoyed causing a little ruckus or scandal here and there at typical galas, for the most part, they uninterested him.

He ended up attending one, and he was quite ready to leave and find himself amongst far more interesting company. Then, he spotted you just in time, and he wondered where such a beautiful and graceful gem had been hiding all along. Surely he had to have heard of you, and when he realized he hadn't, he would make sure you knew of him.

He more or less whisked you from his partner and pulled you into a dance full of energy, and he was delighted as you met his unpredictable steps. He'd flirt shamelessly, asking all about you, and if you'd be interested in meeting him in a … less formal setting. There would be endless gossip on you and the Dornish prince, but you didn't care, and danced the rest of the night with Oberyn. It was obvious he loved dancing as much as you did, and he made for a wonderful partner.

You attended a gala at Dorne for his brother's birthday, and Oberyn couldn't believe his luck you that were there. He pulled you into his arms at once, bringing you close and instructing you in the more sensual Dornish dances that most of Westeros was too scandalized by. If you would have him, he'd want you to be his paramour by the end of the night.

Oberyn liked to watch you at galas, and how you adapted so well to other partners and enjoyed every song, not taking a moment to rest. It was painfully obvious how taken he was with you by the way he’d smile in your direction, and when you two danced, you seemed lost in your own world. In the evenings, he’d do his utmost to spoil you and soothe your sore legs, praising your grace and movement the entire time.

YARA GREYJOY

As hard and bitter as the Iron Islands were, they liked loud music and good drink as well as any place in the Seven Kingdoms. Sometimes a tavern would just be full of both, and a great party would carry on into the night. You loved partaking in these, losing yourself in the music and singing along with the old sea shanties, even if you had plenty of hands to slap away. You didn’t let a bunch of foolish, drunk men ruin your fun.

Yara had seen you plenty of times before, and of course you knew her. She’d sit back with a drink and watch you sway your hips to the beat, and you’d give her a smirk or a wink in return. You were patient, she was not - eventually, she’d finish off her drink, stand up, shove off whatever man was hovering around you and bring you close to her.

You loved teasing the Greyjoy captain, often saying things like “My, haven’t we met before?”. Sometimes she played into it with you, other times she just hovered close to your ear and responded, “You know exactly who I am.”

You could tell Yara wanted to see you at times other than this, by the way she’d talk of you two ‘touring’ her ship’s quarters or where she might find you again, but you liked to keep her on her toes.

PETYR BAELISH

When Petyr asked you to dance with his disarming smile, you didn’t realize what you were in for. He was an absolute natural, holding you and leading you with expertise. He moved quickly, forcing you to keep up, but you loved the challenge. Fast songs that most people would sit out for were no problem for him, and he even had several sweet compliments for you, or playfully traded a few rumors he’d heard about you and some lord, secretly hoping you’d dispel them.

As you complimented him on his dancing, stating he was a natural, he’d brush it off with false modesty and insist he just practiced… but you knew from that prideful smirk that he was glad to impress you. He especially loved seeing you flushed and breathing heavily after several dances with him, imagining you with the same face in a much different setting.

If you were stuck with a particularly boring or sleazy partner, he’d time it perfectly, swooping in to rescue you right when you were at your wit’s end. With his usual charisma, he’d tell them you were needed, perhaps giving a swift insult to them in the same breath. Sometimes he’d hint that you were already involved with someone else, and would be delighted if you wouldn’t correct him.

The other side of Petyr would come out if you were having fun with other men, laughing along with their jokes or enjoying their dancing. It wasn’t that they were men specifically, but they were lords, rich lords with far more money and lands than he had. At that moment, he’d wait again, taking you in his arms once you were free. His usual quick step and cadence would seem slower, more deliberate, as he’d bring you closer to him. He’d be smiling, but he’d whisper all the things he could give you, how much better he was than them, and how they’d all hurt you anyway.

BERIC DONDARRION

Sometimes around the campfire with the Brotherhood, they burst into song and drunkenly dance along. You often felt a little out of place with them, even if you believed in them, as you were a highborn lady. They began singing a song you were familiar with, and since you had a few drinks yourself, you pulled Beric up with you, asking for a dance. He surprised you with properly holding your waist and hand, and you remembered he was a lord before this.

The men began to whistle and holler as you two attempted a waltz, but eventually it came back to you and you guided him. He laughed, as he had mostly forgotten, and cooed about how cute and lovely you looked. Eventually you slipped a bit and he caught you, picked you up and sat you back down with him, giving you plenty of kisses and holding him to you. You teased him, saying you wanted to keep dancing, and he promised he’d join you anytime you wanted one.

He knows you left behind a lot to join the Brotherhood, and as much as you say you love him, he still sometimes worries and just wants you to be happy. So he’s sees no problem in indulging in your dancing and singing, and often gets overwhelmed with how precious you are during those times.

Since he learned how much you enjoyed it, sometimes he’d surprise you, scooping you up and pulling you into a dance. Beric adored hearing you laugh with happiness, and he thought you looked especially pretty when two danced around the fire. Sometimes you’d jokingly teach his men how to dance ‘proper’, and even though they were playing around, Beric would get a little forlorn and eventually pull you back to him.

TORMUND GIANTSBANE

When you tried explaining to Tormund what galas and dancing in the South was like, he’d be quite confused, not understanding the point of it, but he just loved to hear you talk and describe it. Eventually he’d ask for a demonstration, and since you two were alone, you’d sigh and give it a try. “Well, it would be a bit easier to show you if I had another person-”

Instantly he’d stand up, and you’d laugh at his enthusiasm. You’d take his hands and guide him, rolling your eyes at his whistling when he grasps your waist and instantly brings you close to him. You try to attempt a few steps, but he’s having so much fun holding onto you and peppering you with kisses that you just laugh and let him.

He’d try to show you some wildling dances he’s picked up, although they’re few and far between, and mostly ceremonial. Again, he’d have so much fun watching you that he’d get distracted and just want to hold you.

At some point, when you’d all be gathered around a fire, someone brought up galas. You jokingly danced with Jon, who could somewhat remember the steps, and Tormund suddenly felt a little jealous. He got between the two of you, again holding to you and bringing you to his lap. He’d want to try it again, although he’d be quite drunk and would just end up holding you to him and swaying. You’d give him several kisses, all while whispering what sort of dresses you’d wear for him and how you two would dance. More than once you two would’ve been told to get a room.

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Into The Casino Ch16

(WARNING: Fight scenes including hair pulling and a death is contained within this chapter as well as past abuse mentioned. If this makes you uncomfortable please don't read. You have been warned.) What happened on the way home was..Well...Interesting to say the least. The strange warm feeling in his chest still hadn't gone away even after they were leaving. The gal feeling exhausted enough to fall asleep against his shoulder and ONLY because he was a gentleman, he wrapped an arm around her and allowed her to lean against him on the way home. Cyber was a little confused on his silence and the face he made as he glanced out the window on the way back, but she chalked it up to him calculating about the new possible deals he could make or perhaps maybe he was thinking about how to con someone over again. He had that hard thinking face over him and it was best to let him think at times. So she didn't argue when the limo finally stopped in front of their home, and he lightly shook the sleeping beauty awake. Her purple eyes blinking and she yawned tiredly, and he told Cyber to go take her back and make sure she got some rest. Thankfully Leaving Minight in charge with Disease following her orders was a grand idea. No harm was done to the place while they were gone. ....Sleep didn't come easy to him that night surprisingly but he managed. The next day was like it didn't even happen. In fact it was very normal. He got up, gave the usually orders to everyone who would get their assignments from him and told her the small list of personal things he needed her to be done that day. Which included cleaning out his office, but he made sure that all the valuable souls were very well secured and locked away where only he or Cyber could retrieve them. She smiled brightly and agreed as usually before trotting on her merry way...but this time that small warm feeling returned...he shrugged it off and continued onto the floor with Cyber. Business as usually.

Except the day after that the small feeling happened again. And again. And Again. And again. AND AGAIN!! Before he knew it nearly a month had passed with that strange small warm feeling in his chest was still there whenever he spoke to her, but he simply ignored it as he had better things to get done. Until one day he had a knock at the office door. He looked to the door for a moment before looking back down to the papers in his hands.

"Come in. Door's open." Well the door did open and in stepped the timid creature. He was a bit surprised she of all people would come in at this time of day, but he gave that famous smile none the less. "Aw, Pet.~ Hello, my dear. What can I do for you today? Is Disease bothering you again?"

She didn't answer straight away, but still gave a small smile. "N-No. I actually wanted to ask you something.''

"Ask away my dear! Im always happy to hear from you." Her question wasn't really something he would be expecting.

As she sheepishly rubbed her arm and looked everywhere but him. "A-Actually, I-I was wondering if you'd ever want to go dancing with me again s-sometime. I-It was really fun and I-" She looked back to him with a small smile. "I think..I want t-to get to know you better."

Well...that certainly was unexpected, but that just meant more progress! So he happily grinned politely as her sweet offer to him. "Darling. Of course! I would be delighted to spend time with you." His red eyes glanced to the grandfather on the otherside of the office before glancing back to her. "Tell you what. Why don't you join me for tea in an hour? We'll have plenty of time to talk then."

Her ears perked up with a bigger smile. "R-Really? S-Sure. I'd really like that."

He chuckled. "Very well then. In the meantime, do be a dear and fetch me another cup of coffee, will you? This business deal won't straighten itself out."

She happily agreed and he was eventually rewarded with a new steaming mug of coffee and he was happily looking through the papers he held within his hands as the clock clicked away on the wall across from them. Instead of leaving as soon as she gave him the mug, she stayed and looked curiously to the papers he held with innocent naivity. Oh it made him chuckle.

"What are you dealing with this time?" An innocent enough question.

"The owner of the winery next door has offered to sell it to me, but getting a hold of him is as easy as putting a fire out with gas." Which meant it wasn't easy at all. What could the fool possibly be doing that was so much more important than selling him the dam place if he offered in the first place?!

She made an 'oh' and blinked back to him. "Well I think it'd be a great addition to the casino."

"Is that right?"

She nodded. "Absolutely! With your business managing skills I bet you could connect the two easily. Maybe even open up a second larger bar inside it. Those are pretty popular as I've heard." Her brows furrowed in thought. "But maybe not make it so smoke ridden or blast that ridiculous excuse for music around, not a lot of people like those places. By the looks of all your friends at the party I'd say a few of them would pay a pretty penny to have one place around here that wasn't so....exotic like Rita's." She didn't even notice Lou had stopped midway through a sip and looked up at her. "With Midnight's potion making, you could probably even make your own brand and sell it too! Plus if you expanded the winery to double the size and enhanced the magical power of turning grapes into wine, I bet you'd get a lot more customers. A lot of people would like real authentic wine made from real grapes like on the surface instead of..how did Disease put it? 'Cheap gunk water'? And since you'd be able to grow your own grapes and own the brewery, you'd be able to make yourself some as well with no cost at all." She turned to him with a smile but paused seeing his face. "Oh..I-Im sorry. W-Was I talking too much?"

"..No. No actually. All those sounds like marvelous ideas!" He smiled before sipping that bitter tasting drink.

"Really?!"

He chuckled again. "But of course. But I am curious. Where did you learn all your business know how anyhow? I know you explained your father was a prominent business man, probably not as successful as yours truly, but by what you told me about him and your past, he didn't seem too keen on letting a lady such as you keep on the family business. No offense."

Her eyes glanced down for a moment. "He-...He often dragged me along to..c-certain business meetings if he knew someone had a son. I heard a lot at those places."

He glanced up at her for a moment. "....And I am to assume he only brought you along to use you as some kind of token in case he saw an opportunity to use you to get information from said sons? Or am I assuming something too large?"

"No. You're p-pretty spot on. He didn't see me for anything else."

"What of your mother?" If she was spilling information, he might as well get as much as he could get from her. Never know when it might come in handy.

She shrugged. "I don't know. My parents got divorced when I was a baby and she...s-she left me with him. N-Never met her."

"Oh, I see....Well I am sorry for your situation." He went back to his papers with another sip.

"Thank you..." She looked at him. "What was your family like?"

He paused...before blinking and looking back up to her. "My family?" She nodded and he went silent for a moment. ".....They were...terrible people let's say. A gambling man and his not so wonderful wife is what resulted in myself."

"Is that why you're so good at running a casino?"

He chuckled. Oh if only she really knew the many nights he was forced from a young age to stand watch as his father and his 'friends' gambled any and all money away, drinking away their sorrows. Of course he never did, instead he was much more interested in what the men did with the cards. And eventually he swiped a deck himself and began practicing when he was bored, which lead to him developing his own tricks. His own destiny carved out by himself. And the name he made back on the surface. He sometimes wondered if his name was still up there somewhere besides obviously on a tombstone. Were there any records of himself from his bloody gang wars? Probably not because then he was still nothing but a small fish in a big pond, but you could imagine his surprise when he woke up to him tumbling down and hitting the sidewalk hard when he first got here. Confused as all hell but quickly able to recover. He had to claw his way up the ranks and fought tooth and nail to get there, but it all paid off now didn't it. Hard work always paid off in the end in his experience. Sometimes he wondered what his poor parents faces would be if they could see him now? An overlord of hell and richer than they would ever dream! That's the difference between him and them. He was smart with his money and knew how to play the game.

"You could say so. But I like to believe it's more thanks to my natural ability to spot the obvious good things in life before they slip away.~"

"Oh. Well I'd say you have a wonderful ability!"

He chuckled more at her politeness. "Thank you. But now I believe I promised that tea."

Things were FINALLY starting to look more progressive with Midnight's assignment as over the next few days she was finally able to restore them to their (almost) original state and they looked a lot cleaner than when he first got them. He was pleased none the less, but she told him they'd need to test them which was a small problem. Obviously he couldn't let anyone know he had them for confidential reasons, so it'd be a bit tricky. But he would figure it out later. He was making great progress bout everywhere it seemed. The pretty pet wanted to spend more time with him and he was happily to oblige, sometimes for tea, other times for that promised dancing he promised. He was surprised to find out she knew the jitterbug and charleton, though it was quite obvious she was still rusty. He was happy to escort her through the small steps and be close to her-..Uh! I mean to get her to easily go with what he said of course. It had nothing to do with her giggles or the surprise squeaks she'd make when he surprised her, or the fact she basically enjoyed the same things he did. It was just because he enjoyed dancing and it was nice to have someone compliment his singing and dancing skills. But it certainly stroked his ego as Midnight would oh so lovely put it. She wasn't...bad to have around. Compliments and politeness aside, she was very down to earth and ..surprisingly passionate. Actually dimallishing Rita's bar when he asked her what could be better about it. He laughed and honestly wondered what Rita would think if she knew someone as weak as her thought her place was a 'smelly bin of smoke and sweat that needed a few windows and MORE than just a few scented candles'.

Well after that little laugh he knew just the position to promote her to. So when he called her up to come to his office, she was pretty surprised when he explained why.

She blinked. "Personal asisntant?"

He hummed and nodded. "That's right, Dear! I feel as if merely being a secretary was ..undermining your abilities. You'd still have your duties AS my secretary but with more duties added on. But I promise the extra work would be worth the effort."

"What exactly are they?"

"You'd be entrusted with taking care of my more personal property. For example you're now in charge of making sure my space her is always in order and things are where I can find them, you'd be in charge of making sure my meals are delivered, and of course as my right hand asistant you'd be accompying me on business if it calls for it. But if it sounds too much too soon for you, I'll gladly just not give the promotion."

And wouldn't you know it. Hook. Line. And sinker. He made it seemed like something much better than it was and of course she agreed right away it would be a fantastic idea. And the next day she got too it. If there was another thing he could say about her it was that it was she was a hard worker, and she worked her tail off to prove she earned that little spot. Or maybe it was because some part of her still felt scared or intimidated by him. Didn't matter for now. Progress was being made throughout. She would still flinch lightly when he wrapped an arm around her or patted her back, but it was MUCH better than before. Couldn't say the same thing about everyone else or big crowds. She still was timid around those and that was just fine with him. The less interaction beyond his little crew the better. He gets to spend more time with her and vise versa! Everyone wins. Especially him. Though there was still a matter of that small warm feeling that wasn't really that small anymore, and he had a sneaking feeling as to what it could've possibly been, but he still pushed the unimportant thing aside for now. Right now he had FINALLY gotten a hold of the man who wanted to sell him the place and it was certainly about time. He should have the documents on his next business run. Which would happen to be his little pet's first one with him to be exact. Not anywhere special, just the casino floor. Laughing, cheers, and music filled the air within the casino as demons of all kinds gambled their money away or drank themselves drunk. A usual day for the casino staff....Well, almost everyone. The clicking of hooves made their way down the hallway towards the more noisier side of the whole casino. The woman flipped through the many papers piled within her arms. She finally pulled one from the back, scanning her eyes over it before looking up at the person walking next to her smiling nervously. "T-The deed to the winery next door has successfully been obtained like you wanted." The taller male smiled down at her. "Excellent!" He snatched the document from her and smirked down at it. "With this we'll no longer have to rely on cheap black market booze. How much have we left in stock, Pet?" Her ears went back at the nickname, but answered, "I....don't know. I haven't looked yet." He hummed and gave her a look. "Go ask Rouge, that beer bug ought to give you the answer, then get back to me."

Her eyes blinked confused up at him and she rose a brow. "Rouge?"

A sudden realization came over him and he sighed. "Oh, yes! You two haven't properly been introduced yet! Silly me!" From where they were standing he pointed a hand across the giant room where she could barely make out the bar. "Rouge is one of my floor managers but she mostly just handles the many bars and kitchen areas I have around here. You can't miss her really. She really bugs you persay." He chuckled..but sighed again at her still confused face. "She's a bug demon. Green hair, wings- You can't miss her."

"Oh. I see."

"Yes, now be a dear and ask her how much stock we have so I can calculate how soon we can easily use my newly obtained purchase.~" A red claw was extended to pull back a stray gold hair from her face. She visibly flinched at the touch and stopped an her purple eyes darted at him. He only chuckled and leaned forward a little. "You can do that. Can't you, Pet?~" She gulped and managed to not stutter despite the heat in her face. "Of course I can." His hand patter her cheek before retracting back and chuckling. "I thought so.~ Now-" He began walking again with her quickly following behind. "-I must go speak with a very important client. No go find Rouge. She'll give you what you need." "Yes, Sir." He often used nicknames with her and very flirty gestures, but after working for him for a couple months she got used to it....Kinda. He seemed to get a chuckle out of seeing her squirm and those god forbidden squeak sounds she made. Though putting up with his antics was better than fighting for survival on the streets. Even if it meant her hand. They came to the end of the hallway where the loud sounds of music and voices were. Without so much but a side smile at her, he turned to the left and quickly disappeared among the crowd of other demons. She watched after him for a moment, but soon went the opposite way. It wasn't comfortable being around so many possibly dangerous demons, but most were too busy with their games to pay attention to her. The ones that DID she knew stared at her body(or more specifically her exposed leg or horn). She made the mistake of looking into the face of one of her 'admirers' as she walked past. The grimy man visibly smirked at her and licked his fangs.....which made her cringe, duck her head, and pick up her pace. The bar couldn't be far now, right? ....Right! The bar wasn't as crowded as he thought it'd be, but it was still pretty packed. In the middle of it all was the flutter of green wings as the insect demon passed out drinks fast with ease. Years of experience right there. And she blinked. That must've been the Rouge Lou was telling her about. She didn't notice her at first, but (when she got close enough) Rouge smiled in her direction and placed her hands on the counter as she sat down. "Hey there, Fuzzy. You here for a drink?" She gestured to the wide shelves behind her. "We got lots of choices to choose from, so pick your poison." She smiled and took a seat. "N-No. Lou wanted to know how much alcohol was left in stock." Rouge rose a brow in confusion and she remembered that they hadn't been introduced yet. So not one for being rude, she stuck a hand out. "I-I-Im Amalfia. Your coworker? Im sure we hadn't met." She still looked confused before she gave a knowing smile and grabbing her hand. "Oh yeah! I recognize your name from Disease telling me all about you and the big guy spending some time together." She smiled before looking down at the paperwork she held then back to her. "Someone's been busy." She brought her arms up to rest them and the papers on the bar and gave a smile. "It's not that bad. It's certainly better than doing laundry o-or sweeping the floors, b-but Im just here because he wants to know how much stock you all have left." She snorted. "With all the chores he makes ya do, I'm surprised he doesn't dress you up in a mad outfit." Instead of getting the suggestive joke, the unicorn cocked her head to the side in confusion. "Why would he have me do that? I'm pretty sure he already has cleaning staff." "...Never mind." She waved a hand dismissively before leaning off the counter. "You said you wanted to know the booze level. Alright. It'll take me a couple minutes though." "I can wait." "Alright. HEY!" Her head snapped to the right as she shouted. Another demon glared at her from the other side of the bar. "Cover me for a bit. I need something from the back." Rouge left without another word, disappearing through a door between the two shelves of alcohol as the other bartender kept serving the demons that came. Leaving her surrounding by patrons grumbling for their drinks or passed out drunk on the bar. It was fine though. She was usually left alone if she just kept her eyes down and didn't engage with anyone. This wasn't the case though. As she busied herself by flipping through the small stack of papers in her hands, she barely noticed someone sit n the stool next to her, which really wasn't a big deal. It was a free bar after all. What she did notice however was the sudden ever so light feeling of someone touching her leg- "DON'T TOUCH ME!!" Her body reacted far faster than her mouth did. Whipping around towards the danger, her body on high alert from the unwanted invasion of her personal space. Sitting there was the very same demon she'd made the mistake of seeing. Her shout had seemed to catch the attention of some others around her though. The demon smiled and stared down at her like she was a prime steak. Unintentionally, she swallowed and leaned away. She probably looked more scared than she would've liked. "I-I....I don't like strangers touching m-me. Please g-go away." At this, he chuckled and leaned down eye level. "I remember you-" Her eyes visibly widened at this, and her nose wrinkled up. His breath smelt like an unwashed dumpster. He pointed a finger before saying, "Don't you remember me?..It took me a while to figure out where you were after running into me at that d*mmed club. But seeing you on the arm of that rich boy, it didn't take too long after that." She sat there frozen. "I-I...I'm really s-s-sorry, Sir, if you think that. B-But Im sorry."

He leaned his head back in laughter before hissing and leaning closer to her. "You REALLY don't recognize me, do you? I would've thought an empty headed gal like you would've made it somewhere more innocent for that pretty little head of yours. Guess not. Suits me just fine. Wouldn't you say?...Dorothy?"

She absolutely froze. Ice was traveling through her veins and his smile got wider at her absolutely terrified face. "...no." Was all she was able to force out of her terrified form at the rush of her realization and old name hit her harder than a freight train- A sudden shriek cut from her throat as something had grabbed a large fistful of her poor blonde and white hair and pulled her head back. Her hand immediately flew up to the giant hand and began to claw at it to no avail. He somehow got closer to her face. "Y'know...It's been a long time since I last saw you. Thought you still seen the last of me huh?" Her body coursed with pain as her brain screamed for his unwanted touch to go away. To not let it happen again. "Let go of me! Put me down!" Her body thrashed against the iron grip of her captor which made him raise his hand higher, dragging her from her seat. She screamed and started kicking her legs out. The commotion caught the attention of a whole lot of others, but most seemed more entertained by the fight than concerned for her. By this point she thought her head would pop off with how much it hurt. Her kicking had already sent her papers all over the ground below them. "I wonder how much a second owned horse would go for-" Another hand pressed her cheek. "A pure little thing like you would be worth a lo-AAAAHHH!!" The squirming flesh in her mouth tasted horrible, but something told her to keep her teeth clamped down. The demon cursed and pulled against her. Pushing her head back further.

"What THE F*CK are you doing?!" The female voice and the demanding tone behind it was enough to make the male demon stop and look down. By some miracle, Rouge had returned, probably hearing their screams, and was glaring at him with enough bite to put a cobra to shame. Her eyes flashed to her crying, squirming body held up by him for one split second. "....Okay, you burnt cherry lookin' mothaf*cker. You have one second to put Fuzzy down before I shove a bottle up your a$$." "Mind your own f*cking business!" Her jaw's grip had loosened in the few seconds after Rouge's return, so it was easy to finally slip his hand free to point at the much smaller demon and start yelling at her. Which gave her only a few moments to react. It was obvious this guy was physically stronger and wasn't planning on letting her go anytime soon. She sure as h*ll wasn't going back to being his to boss around. Not after so many years of FINALLY getting away. Not having to look over her shoulder, finally enjoying herself for once in her entire existance. She wouldn't go back to that enclosed prison again. So, in her panicked state, there was one very obvious solution- "LOU!!," she shrieked at the top of her lungs. Drowning out any other sound from her brain, "LOU, HELP!!" The tears dulled her vision somewhat so the next moments were a bit blurry, but no one could miss the obvious chair that came flying out of nowhere and collided with him full force. Sending them both to the floor. The sudden release from her hair was a relief compared to the smack to the floor....but it was better than being held in mid air. Her head tingled with dulled pain still, but there was no time to linger on that when a demonic cry and gagging sounds came next to her. Once again her body reacted before her conscious brain did and she sat up and away....and her eyes widened. The demon was the one making the gagging noises and flailing about like a fish out of water. The clawing at his neck directed her to the green rope like appendage firmly wrapped around it. Small red spikes dotted along it's sides. Before another shot out of no where above her making her whimper and duck as another red spiked green rope wrapped around the struggling demon's hand, and another grabbing his other hand. His red snout which didn't look good from the chair colliding with him, was held firmly shut as the green things wrapped him more than a mummy until he could barely move and was dropped to the floor in front of her. Another screech got her attention as well as some others. Her purple eyes widened at who was screeching. "Lou?" The plant demon was transfixed on the still choking demon. A fixture of rage and something she couldn't quite place on his face. He seemed to also be struggling as Cyber was death gripping his waist to hold back the snarling beast. "Lou, STOP! That's enough!" He didn't stop. "LOU!!" He froze. Everything seemed to freeze for those few agonizing moments...before his body slowly began to relax back and he blinked. "......Lou?" His head snapped to the unicorn looking up at him from the ground with a confused gaze....then around at all the patrons still watching- He quickly straightened up, reaching to fix his bowtie and hat, as if it never happened, before snapping his fingers. The vine around the guy's neck loosened and slunk away leaving him hacking and coughing. She let out a loud squeak as more vines wrapped around her suddenly and hoisted her up and over towards the two. There, she was firmly placed next to him and she gladly went behind the plant demon. He rose a brow at the fightened shaking lady as she death dripped his shirt and those purple eyes stared in absolute fear at the man gasping for breath on the floor before he hissed up at them.

"You little b*tch! Hiding behind that stupid fatcat like he's some shield for your petty little behind! You never could be stronger than me could you!? You were always too weak to do anything!!"

Now, he had made a gave mistake. He was willing to just beat him to a pulp and leave him on the streets, after all no one made a sceen in his casino without consequences and he was already in such a foul, but what had just come out of his mouth seemed to make a difference. A hiccup escaped from behind him and he slowly turned his raised brow to the woman now pressing her face to his back, not daring to look up. "Is he...?"

Her whimper was and what he had just said confirmed on just who this man was. Well, well. This day had just gotten interesting, now didn't it? What a stupid, stupid move for this poor soul to make. Lou slowly turned his gaze back to the struggling form of the cursing man in front of him. Oh he knew EXACTLY what to do with him.

"Cyber. Take this lowlife trash to Midnight, and keep him there until I come up." He turned back to the terrorfied female behind him before reaching an arm behind him and pulling her from behind him to his side. "You are coming with me." Cyber gave him an overly confused look with a," Uh. Sure, Boss." She watched silently as Lou led the horrified gal away from the cussing man and watching crowd and without so much as another word, she blankly looked down to the guy trapped in vines and rose a brow as he uselessly dug his grave by cussing her out. With ease she grabbed the vine cocooned man and threw him over her shoulder. Rolling her eyes as he cussed and screamed his way through the crowed. Leaving Rouge there extremely confused to the events that just played out. ".....Da f*ck just happened?" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It took a while for him to calm her down from her very obvious panic attack which left her clinging and crying into him for the longest time as he shushed her and attempted to sooth her over like how Midnight would sooth Disease in one of his moments. Eventually she was able to get a hold of herself and just sat there in his grip hiccupping and wiping at her face for a while. When he thought she was able to be steady by herself he finally let go and she didn't make any protests when he did. Just try to pull herself together from the ordeal. Which left him to sigh and finally to go and sit in his chair for a while- He groaned and reached up to rub at his temples. The soft office chair hugged his slumped over body as he racked his brain. A small thump from the desk made him open his eyes and noticed the small white cup that was placed in front of him. The smell of coffee and weed killer filled the air, and on top of it all was the smiling face of the unicorn. "Thank you." He grabbed it before chugging it down half way. She gave him a bigger smile. "I thought you'd want that after the fight back there." He dryly chuckled. Oh, yes. The fight. He honestly didn't know what to think of it all. One moment he was casually talking up one of his more richer clients, alomost sealed the deal too, when the first screams rang out. At first, he didn't pay much attention to it, if there was a fight then the bouncers would take care of it. That's what they were paid for. What he DID pay attention to was the screaming of his name- "LOU!! LOU, HELP!!" You could say he snapped around faster than a bullet. Completely confused to who could've been shouting for him- Until he saw it. The struggling form of Amalfia struggling against a sickly cherry red demon with his hand gripping her hair. What happened next was something he couldn't quite explain. It was almost like someone flipped a switch and red clouded his vision. Though throwing a chair and making a scene in front of his customers was a blur, he would've never done that otherwise. Something his head couldn't wrap around he supposed. The only logical thing he could come to was that he became overly angry at having his pretty little weapon in danger of being taken from him and his power hungry instincts took over for a little bit. What else could it have been? "Yes. Well-" He sat back up bringing the cup with him. "I don't tolerate strangers placing their hands on the woman I intend on marrying. I would advise against going back there anytime soon." "But, my papers-" "I'll send Cyber to retrieve them." He gave the cup a look before glancing back at her. ".....This coffee tastes a bit old. Why don't you go make a new pot?" "Alright. I get the hint. But, Lou-" A Soft hand reached out to gently squeeze his free hand. "I mean it. Thank you." She slowly removed herself from by the desk and made her way over to the doorway. He sat there frozen for what seemed like forever before slowly clenching his free hand. What the h*ll was wrong with him today?! He gave a frustrated growl before reaching up to remove his hat and run those red digits through his blonde locks of his, whatever. He would feel like himself soon again anyways. But he had other business to attend to that he certainly was not going to overlook or leave as a threat to any of his plans.

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He had to wait for her to go to sleep which took a little longer than usually thanks to the mongeral's scare from earlier, but it's nothing some reassurance and warm drink couldn't help. He didn't know why but-...under that calm smile of his anger resurfaced and he gave off a frustrated growl as soon as he left the room and started making his way towards Midnight's lab, which was just a little ways from his dance room. And with his fast pace fueled by the anger in his veins it didn't take long for him to get there. But what first graced his ears was loud muffled mumbles coming from the inside of said lab and his anger started to turn in that direction. The door was pushed open maybe a little more forcefully than he'd like but that didn't matter to him in the moment and he just stood there in the doorway. Rasing a brow at what he was met with. The table Midnight used for....'things' was currently occupied by the struggling red skinned demon, the vines removed for favor of the clamps on the table, Cyber was standing right next to the table looking at him and shrugged. And a little ways from her was a grumpy as ever looking Midnight and a frowning snake flicking his tongue out at the guy...and he just now noticed the mongral had a black eye to match the rope around his mouth.

"..Did I miss something?"

"Eh...The guy got some colorful language and decided to use it on Midnight," she jabbed a thumb behind her at the grumpy looking which. "Disease wasn't too happy let's just say.''

He hummed as he walked into the room, hands behind his back and gave him a calm half lidded look without the smile. Rage burning behind those lidded red eyes of his. The guy glaring at him with absolute hatred behind that gag of his. "...Remove the gag."

Cyber did as she was told without question and with one pull the rope fell from the douchbag's snout. He coughed a few times before glaring up at him. "YOU F*CKING SON OF A B*TCH!! I'LL PLUCK YOUR PETALS AND SNAP YOUR F*CKING STEM YOU TWAT!!"

Lou's face didn't change and instead rolled his eyes. "Simpleton. You all always resort to petty curses and empty threats when you're about to meet your end. Midnight." The witch looked up from..whatever she was currently mixing together and with a sinister smile plastoring itself onto his face, he pointed to the strapped down man. "We found the new volunteer for your projects. Let's hope they prove useful research eh?"

The guy's eyes widened and snapped to the witch who all of a sudden didn't look so grumpy and was staring dead at him with...calculating eyes, before struggling against the table's restraints and glaring back him. "YOU F*CKING B*ST*RD!! LET ME OUT!!"

he hummed and tapped in his in mock thought. "Um...No. You see, you could've scared off one of my plan's assets and I simply cannot have that. So as punishment you get to help Midnight test out some of our other assets for this the small takeover I hope to achieve.~ Isn't that wonderful? Too bad you won't live to see it."

"WHY YOU FU-" The guy's snout was slammed shut by Cyber after Lou nodded to her. With incredible strength, she held his red jaws shut with one hand while looping the rope back around it with the other. Midnight already looked a little better, digging through one of the draws of her desk and pulling out a few potions and things she was eager to use. As for him?...He deserved a good night's sleep after today. He felt oddly satisfied and wanted to leave them to it. Turning on his heel he took a few steps before stopping in the doorway.

"Oh..By the way.'' He looked over his shoulder. Smile and red eyes glowing in the dark. "You missed out on having a remarkible lady by your side. I guess in a way I should really be thanking you. In a sense you pushed her to me and I couldn't be happier.~" Cyber rose a brow again at him happy tone. "But we both know I won't do any of that."

The doors closed behind him and muffled cries cursed him from behind.

All characters except Amalfia belongs to @palettepainter

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evolsinner · 3 years

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days go by, another one comes across. however, today is that day, and by ‘that day’ i mean, can we all please have a drumroll, it’s fucking parent~teacher interviews! aka an interrogation under the guise of pleasantries. i thought if i didn’t think about it, it’d just fucking disappear, but hey no, it’s still here.

but that’s okay, you see my parents don’t know a thing about it. i shredded all the notices they’ve sent us and made sure to cut the line every time my sneaky ass school called home. so when it came to my last class for the day, which is english lit obviously, i was quite happy that i didn’t have to stay behind like some students.

the class is empty, it’s almost 4 sharp.

“it’s only interviews,” i try to ease mr killian’s nerves. “just tell them what they wanna hear ~ easy peasy.”

“i wish, but it doesn’t work like that, luv. you know,” he looks up from his paper and removes his reading glasses to rub his weary eyes, “believe it or not, but we hate this day just as much as you kids do.”

“really?” i’m shooked. “thought you teachers just loved taking your sweet as revenge on students on this devilish day. it’s practically reverse halloween where the educators aren’t in costume for the first time, huh.”

mr killian places his pen behind his ear, entertained. “‘reverse halloween’, aye?” he leans back on his chair, arms folded and an ankle~on~knee. “you’re too funny.”

“‘funny’?” i walk over to him, admiring the tantalising dark circles underneath his scintillating eyes. “yeah? and what else?”

he possessively pulls me in between his legs, squeezing my booty in fistfuls. “and sexy and fierce and delicious.”

“do you want a bj?”

“oh, and very fucking naughty too!”

“what you gonna do about it?”

“gee, you’re tempting me.”

“mhm,” i bite my lip.

“you are in serious need of punishment, little girl,” he flicks an eyebrow up. “slide down your panties and lean over my desk.”

my eyes open wide, “no.”

“pardon?”

“i mean, there’s no space on y~y~your desk,” i glance at it. “there’s those booklets, essays, midterms, finals, your laptop...”

“i’ll make space.”

“uh, umm,” i step back.

“nuh~uh,” he pulls me in again so that i’m standing with my thighs directly opposite his thingy. “slide ‘em down right in front of me.”

“that’s too close,” i squeak, going red.

“what difference does it make? you a step back or not, i’ll still see it. c’mon,” he feathers a finger down my bare thigh, “you can’t still be shy? i’ve seen every part of you, every inch of you. the hills, the slopes, the blemishes... want me to go on?”

ok, imma prove him wrong. i undo the button and zipper on my shorts, exposing the bright red lacy panties i got just for him.

“you were hiding those from me?” he points to them, sounding offended.

slowly, i rub my hand over the skimpy fabric, sticking a finger behind the elastic.

“such a tease,” sir leans back. “congratulations, darling, you’ve earned yourself 5 more spanks.”

the thought of him spanking me…

“want me to go easy on you?” he asks, and i see rare mercy dancing around in his eyes.

i nod, prolly a goner if i were dumb enough to take my chances with this guy.

“then touch yourself, sweetheart,” the mercy evaporates from his eyes completely. he just went from a saint to a sinner in a millisecond. “mhm,” he nods to my hesitant expression, “slide your hand through your panties and touch yourself for me. if you don’t moan my name whilst finger~fucking your cunt, i’ll give you the belt.”

heck no, i don’t want to get spanked with a belt! that’ll hurt so much more!! i’ve seen it on 50sog!

“y~you w~want me to m~masturbate for you?”

“did i stutter?”

no, but i did.

shocked at how strangely turned on i’m feeling, i slide my fingertips under the double thin lines of the red covered elastic bands. tell me, why did i wear this again? i inch my fingers down further, my breath hitching up and pelvic muscles contracting.

sir slides his hand into his pants and gently strokes his cock, scarring me with imaginary ciggy burns from the way he’s staring at me doing me. “hurry it up, little one, time is of the essence.”

3 knocks on the door and it swings open with a, “hello?”

mr killian speedily sits up.

and i step back right away, pulling my hand out and tugging my shirt over the open zipper. “mum?”

“roséah,” she squints, “what on earth... dear lord, you have a lot of explaining to do!”

i refuse to blink. i think i’m having something like a heart attack. “w~what do you mean?”

“well, for starters,” she struts up to me, “you didn’t tell me that today was parent~teacher interview night.”

i exhale deeply, relief has never felt this good.

“mr killian, i presume?” mum says, holding her hand out.

i quickly fix myself up behind her.

“please,” he smiles, shaking her hand, “call me isaac.”

why the fuck would mum come here without informing me about it?!?

“apologies for not booking in a time slot and barging in like this. had i known,” mum gives me an irritated look, “i would have been more prepared.”

“it’s no worries, mrs blackburn,” sir tries to downplay it. “i reckon i can squeeze you in before my first interview. so please,” he motions to the two seats preplaced in front of the desk, “have a seat.”

“christella will do just fine,” and she takes no time in making herself comfortable.

i roll my eyes, so fucking annoyed and anxious at the same time.

“if you don’t mind my saying so,” sir gracefully says, “but now i know where your beautiful daughter gets her beautiful looks from.”

mum titters, tucking invisible strands of hair behind her ear and straightening out her pencil skirt.

tf.

sir glances at me and it’s so provocative in nature that i can’t look away, hence he does it for me. “do we have a common friend that can get both of us acquainted with one another?” he causally asks my mother with a chuckle.

aren’t they supposed to be talking about me?

“i don’t suppose so, isn’t that a shame?” mum smiles.

“‘shame’ would be an understatement, stella…can i call you stella?”

“you can call me whatever you want, isaac.”

“ahem!!” eww. ew. “mum,” i shake my head at her like ‘did you forget you have a husband?’, “you might wanna..”

“oh, yes, of course! silly me. so do tell, isaac? how has my daughter been doing?”

“well, to be candour, i’m rather impressed at how dedicated rosé is on learning.”

“hm, is that so?” she gives me a suspicious glance.

“indeed,” mr killian sends me a secret wink.

“does she slack off? because you’d tell me if she did, right?” mum asks.

“mum,” i grumble, she’s so embarrassing sometimes.

mr killian chuckles, “you’d be the first to know, stella. fortunately, that isn’t the case. rosé has quite the eye for accomplishing her goals.”

i’m getting lost in him again...

“gets all her work done on time, doesn’t send inappropriate text messages in class,” he proceeds professionally, kinda cocky, “nor does she ever has to stay back late.”

all of which i do the opposite of, i give him a guilty grin.

mum looks rather very taken aback, considering how i am at home. “seems like she’s quite the student?”

“you’d be surprised by what goes on in these walls.”

that not so hidden half~smile sir gives me pauses my mum in her tracks with her next question. i look at her sudden stiffness and notice how she’s surveying mr killian intently, her eyes narrowed into slits. oh crap.

“ahem!” i shift in my seat quickly.

sir coughs and swiftly brings in another topic.

mum gradually returns to her usual manner.

that was close.

when they finally say their farewells, i feel relieved as a fucking kite flying high up in a blue cloudless sky. mum did a few more interviews before she finally decided to go home. mr killian had given her false hope and high expectations, so it was funny when my other teachers informed her that my grades were declining from b’s and c’s to d’s and e’s.

oops, my bad.

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it’s late, a major thunderstorm has hit and maxi being the scaredy~cat he is has crept into my room for the night. incoming call from isaac. i decline it. so he calls me again. and i decline it again. busy tryna shoot him a text which he keeps interrupting with phone calls.

daddy🔐 is my furry baby avoiding my calls?

tf he just called me??????

me im not avoiding ur calls jus ctrn cuz baby bro is sleeping in my bed thunder isnt his strong suit :/

daddy🔐 why am i jealous?

lol, seriously? i smile, rolling over to the edge of my bed.

daddy🔐 can’t stop thinking about you...

me jus stop its not dat hard

god, i suck at this.

daddy🔐 i really need to be fucking inside you right now!

uh, what the fuck do i text back?!

daddy🔐 would it be inappropriate of me to ask you what you are wearing since you’re with your kid brother?

haha.

me wow, ur quite the gentleman, arent ya ?

daddy🔐 i try my best.

feeling kinky, i silently remove my oversized graphic tee and take two pictures of myself. then i quickly pop my tee back on before curling up on the bed and hitting ‘send’.

daddy🔐 mmmm leopard panties and no bra, sexy. though i do wish you could move your arm out of the way so i could see my two girls?

no, my boobies are too small and i’m shy!

daddy🔐 such unspeakable things i could to your body right about now. would you like to know, baby?

i’m so tempted to text back ‘yes’, but that’d just get me too hot and bothered which is not a good idea when your lil brother is lying right next to you.

me behave (;

daddy🔐 how about we finish off what we started back in the classroom?

me we hv company rmbr ?

daddy🔐 right.

there’s a while with those 3 flashing dots before he texts back.

daddy🔐 considering we have an audience tonight, i’m willing to keep it pg. on the contrary, was nice talking to your mother today.

me were u flirting w her ?

daddy🔐 i don’t know. was i?

me u so were ! nd evry subtextual sentence u uttered !! she cud hv caught on yanno ?!

daddy🔐 that, i couldn’t help. the look on your face was hilarious. hers too.

i almost lol by just picturing my mum’s face, but i suppress it.

me jus bc u made me laugh dnt mean im not still mad !

daddy🔐 allow me to make it up to you?

me go on...

daddy🔐 there’s this soirée i’m holding with my crew for the long weekend. lakehouse, few beers, great view - thank kinda thing. i want you there.

me y do u want me der ? (;

daddy🔐 ‘cause i wanna fuck you hard on my mate’s couch whilst everyone else is out by the lake.

oh?

daddy🔐 and also because i want you to get to know my people more. (:

he used a smiley face! he never uses smiley faces!

me hmm, guess ill hv 2 think bout it

because i have to ask my mum first!!

daddy🔐 hope this helps?

he sends me a photo or two back, like it was a trade or something. but jesus christ, isaac killian! he was definitely not kidding about having me on his mind!

daddy🔐 don’t ponder too much. goodnight, love.

“rosé..?” maxi murmurs behind me, rolling around.

shit. i drop my phone in an instant and cringe for my luck. “yeah?”

“you’re taking all the blanket and i’m cold..”

“oh, right...” i exhale with relief, placing my phone on the bedside table. i turn around, shifting the blanket over him and putting my arms around him. phew.

i rest my eyes for a second when maxi is like, “what was that?”

“hm?” i smile as he snuggles between my arms.

“that big cucumber looking thing on your phone.”

i almost choke on my saliva. “t~t~that was...you’re dreaming, maxi. this is all nothing but a dream...” i add some whooo noise effect to make it more believable.

“no i am not!” he asserts.

“yes you are! now shut up or go back to your own room.”

thunder cracks intensely and he doesn’t say anything further. thank you, sweet jesus.

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diamondcamefromhell · 4 years

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A/N: I got this request like a billion weeks ago and i am so sorry it took me so fucking long to get to it??? im incapable of handling resposibilites as you may know by now, lol, either way, since my third person thing seemed to be well recieved, i will do more now [hence, this] but will also stick to good ol’ first person, as i think some stories are better like that!

Summary: -summarized the request- Jaskier x reader where they both go on an adventure while Geralt is away with “some things” [wink wink] and they explore a cave, which ends up nearly collapsing on them

Warnings: swearing and just, fighting a cyclops

Word count: 2,493

Any and all feedback is GREATLY appreciated and can be left on my ask page anonymously!

They watched their friend leave, not sure what to do. Y/N sighed, tying her hair back, glancing at the bard in front of her. While Jaskier didn’t seem to worry, there was a shadow of something over his face. He couldn’t help but feel uneasy when Geralt went with some ladies, his mind drifting back to Yennefer. His fears were valid, and thus the girl knew she has to distract him.

“Hey, Jask.” She caught his attention, leaning over their table, a cheeky grin painting over face. “Want to go explore around?”

“It’s not safe.” Jaskier argued, glancing out the window. The dusk was coming as he could see the sun coming closing in to the horizon.

“I have Carabella and Wolf.” Y/N argued.

Jaskier glanced at the girl, as she pulled out her two swords.

Carabella has been with her for a few years now – it was her absolute favourite. It was steel, which wasn’t the most effective against monsters, and only single edged; Geralt didn’t approve of that limitation. However it was super long, curving a little bit near the end, a long handle made for comfortable grip. Her favorite part was that the sword was enchanted, and it would sometimes set the enemies on fire.

The Wolf, on the other hand, was silver. A gift from Geralt, hence the name. It was shorter than Carabella, and double edged. The handle was shorter, which helped having a stronger grip and better control. It was also enchanted, but Y/N wasn’t sure with what, as the witcher never confessed.

The pair were getting worried looks from the people, so the girl sheathed her weapons again, her eyes hungry for an adventure. Jaskier sighed, knowing too well that she will go with or without him. Reluctantly, he rose from the table, keeping his gaze on the woman, as she smiled, jumping up too. Bard helped her strap her steel sword on her back, and silver one on her side.

They left the tavern, Y/N throwing a pouch of coins to pay for their drinks.

The evening was warm, and the sun was highlighting the small village. A few pigs walked by, oinking at the pair. It was a peaceful day, the breeze barely picking up. Jaskier started at Y/N, wondering how he ever got so lucky as to meet someone like her.

Not only did she look beautiful in this light, she was painfully not aware of it. Her heart was one of the kindest he met, and her smile truly lit up his world. He could be caught dead staring at her, admiring the way she does practically anything; to say he was enticed with her wouldn’t do it justice. And whenever their eyes would meet, Jaskier would feel truly seen. Not for being a simple bard, or the great master bard, as some called him. She saw the deepest corners of his soul, not ever even trying to judge him.

She felt the same about him. He wasn’t there to judge her, or to scold her about how her sword skills are not ‘lady like’. She practically never wore dresses, and Jaskier didn’t seem to mind. They accepted each other truly, and in this lovely evening, they were comfortable in the silence between them.

They left the village behind, going towards the woods. Wolfs howled somewhere far, but Y/N hand still hoovered over her trusty Carabella.

“I will protect you.” She teased Jaskier, who rolled his eyes in response.

“I can protect myself just fine.” He argued, knowing full well that he couldn’t.

“Against a pack of wolves?” She lowered her hand from her sword, grinning. “I’d like to see that.”

“What, your favorite bard torn to pieces?” They both laughed, gazing ahead at the woods they were now in.

They both knew there was a cave here, but Jaskier wasn’t sure that it was where Y/N wanted them to go and explore. Geralt has warned them against it, apparently it’s occupied by a big angry cyclops. If anything, that intrigued the girl, as these monsters were just big and stupid.

Once the woods covered them, they started walking slower, paying attention to their surroundings. You never know what lurks in these woods, just to be safe, the girl placed her hand on her silver weapon, walking closer to her friend.

“Isn’t this exciting?” She whispered, as Jaskier shot her an anxious glare, which she didn’t see.

“I don’t doubt your abilities, but no, this isn’t fun.” She scoffed, grabbing Jaskier’s hand with her free one. This send a blush to bards face.

“Does this make it better?” She teased, not glancing at the bard – hiding heat hitting her own cheeks.

“Sure.” Jask mumbled under his breath, not sure if she could even hear him.

But it didn’t matter, as they stopped, standing in front of a big opening. Jaskier felt a sinking feeling in his stomach as he could not see a thing inside, but he heard some rumbling deep down. Looking at his friend, however, he saw nothing but excitement.

Y/N always had a knack for adventures.

She knew Jaskier would be weary, scared even. She also knew he will follow her, so fully readying Wolf for battle, she stepped into the darkness, her hand letting go of Jask. She felt a tinge of hesitation, but soon adrenaline washed over her, and she calmed.

Unlike witcher, she didn’t have heightened senses, nor did she have any potions that could help her see, but she stepped bravely. Soon enough, she heard stumbling behind hear, and a second person joined her. A bright, but dangerous idea struck her.

“Jaskier.” She whispered, not sure where he was in the dark.

“Yeah?” He was closer than she expected, making her flinch. She took her Wolf in the other hand, pulling out Carabella carefully.

“I want you to take Carabella, so be careful now.” She grew weary about handing him the sword blindly. “When we meet the cyclops, hit it if you see an opening, but be careful. The sword might set in on fire, providing us some light.”

“I can’t handle a sword!” He argued, still whispering. The woman sighed, nudging him. Jaskier understood her strategy, but still wasn’t eager to go with it, but his hand still lingered over where he thought the sword would be. His hand landed on hers. “Sorry.”

“’Tis okay.” Y/N mumbled, making sure he has a good grip on the sword. “The sharp side is facing left now, but it doesn’t matter. You stay back, only hit the thing if it’s safe. I’ll take care of it.”

“In the absolute darkness.” Anxiety rushed over her, but she rolled her eyes, even if the bard couldn’t see it, he knew that’s what she did.

“We’ll be fine.” She said, and she had to believe her words. Y/N was sure of one thing, she would sooner drop dead than allow anyone to hurt the bard by her side.

They ventured into the darkness, towards the noise. They took their time, allowing their sight to adjust, and soon enough ahead she saw a big shadow. Part of her wondered now, if she should duel-wield, leaving Jaskier out of danger; the thing was way bigger than she imagined.

But it was too late, as the thing probably spotted them too.

Jaskier was aware of how much hatred these things had for humans, but when it roared, he felt like running away. Holding Carabella with his shaky hands was his only defense, as well as some knowledge to avoid them.

“If it charges, duck to the side.” Y/N mumbled quickly, going around the circular cave, leaving Jask stuck in his spot. “Never try to run from it, you wont outrun this thing. But it is stupid, so roll, dodge, whatever, to the side.”

“Okay.” Jaskeir said, but they both noted he didn’t sound confident. A shadow of regret was looming over the girl, as she peeled her gaze from Jask-shadow, to their enemy in front.

Before the beast could figure out which one of them to rush, Y/N rolled in, aiming Wolf right at it’s calf. It yelled, slapping the ground – she barely avoided its fist. A cloud of dust made her vision even worse, as she stumbled back.

She heard Jaskier yell, fear striking her. She was yet to be aware that he was readying himself for his attack. He rushed the thing, barely grazing it, but the Carabella did what it does best, it set the beast on flame.

No, not the cyclops itself, but the shacks it was wearing.

Y/N vision unclouded, and she wished it didn’t, as she saw the burning cyclops loom over her. Her hands trembled, as the one eye stared at her. The cyclops had a scarred face, clearly broken and badly healed bones too. How many fights did this thing win, she later wondered. Now all she could do was stare at it’s balding head.

Only when Jaskier striked again, hitting the cyclops with the blunt end, she sprung to her feet, cutting it’s legs. In the corner of her eye, she saw petrified Jaskier stare at his sword. The clothes it was wearing were almost done burning, meaning their light was literally fading.

“Jaskier!” Her voice powered over the cyclops, who was yet to turn around. “Give me Carabella, now!”

“But..” the bard wanted to argue, but Y/N rushed to him, sheathing Wolf, grabbing the steel weapon. She winked at the bard, as if to reassure him things will be okay. He doubted either of them believed it.

With the last flames still intact, and the cyclops now facing them, Y/N waved the sword, running to the side, just as cyclops charged. Jaskier barely avoided it, but the girl wasn’t sure if he did, as a new dust cloud covered the air, last flames going out.

She attacked the thing, betting that her pure rage and fear that the bard might’ve been hurt will carry her through. And it did, after her fifth hit, the thing set ablaze again, but this time it was cyclops itself.

That send the beast on a rampage, as it started hitting anything and everything. The cave started to rumble, as the beast managed to land a hit on Y/N. She flew a few meters back, landing on her feet still. Her eyes finally met terrified Jaskier, who was running towards her.

She signaled him to go towards the exit, but cyclops had a similar idea. She saw that the thing was using its last braincell, targeting the only way out. Now she knew she would have to distract it.

“Go! I’ll catch up.” She yelled through the noise, taking Wolf out. She knew it was time to duel-wield.

Jaskier wanted to rush to help her, but he also knew he would be a distraction; so he listened to her, bolting for an exit as soon as he got an opening. He glanced back, to see his friend strike the beast with both swords, setting in on fire anew.

Then her beautiful figure appeared behind him, rushing towards him like a deer. The cave was moments from collapsing, he was sure of it, and they still had a long way to go.

With their lungs on fire, they raced to the exit, and out of sheer panic, once they were close, Jaskier launched himself on the girl, sending them flying out of the cave. He seemed to forget that she was wielding two swords, not thinking that they might get stabbed.

Luckily, she dropped the weapons out of sheer shock of getting sent flying. Part of her thought it was the cyclops, but once she nearly faceplanted, and Jaskier dropped on top of her, she knew it was the bard. She couldn’t help but let out a laugh, as the bard grunted on top of her.

“Not funny.” He managed, finally lifting the weight of the girl, who rolled around.

She saw a couple of scratches on Jaskier’s face, but nothing serious. Her heart eased, as she continued laying down, staring at him.

“You did well.” She finally complimented him, as he blushed, still pretending to be angry. “This was fun.”

“Fun?” Jaskier used air-quotations, making Y/N giggle, as she started at him. The sun has began to set and the most beautiful colors shined on this bard and she wanted to take it in. “The cave almost buried us alive.”

“Hey, we had plenty of time.” Y/N argued, gently nudging the bard, who let out a sigh. “It’s still standing.”

With that, the cave seemed to want to prove her wrong; it collapsed before she could even finish the sentence. The sound was horrible, but at least she was sure any wolves got scared away. Somewhere inside, they heard the cyclops wail, until it disappeared, as the ground shook. It send a dust cloud their way.

They both covered their eyes, staring at was once cave entrance. There was a wave of laughter that seemed to hit them both, as they both lent back, laughing.

It echoed, until silence struck between them and the dust settled. The swords were nearly crushed by the rubble, but neither Y/N, nor Jaskier seemed to care about it, as they gazed at each other, smiles on their faces.

“You saved me.” Y/N softly spoke, as the bard leaned in.

“What do you mean?” Jaskier asked, genuinely confused. All he knew was that he hit a cyclops – with the wrong side of the Carabella, and in his head that didn’t sound like help.

“I was blinded from the dust, when you caught it on fire.” She explained, gently placing her hands on his. “The thing probably would’ve crushed me, if you didn’t distract it and give me some light.”

“Well,” Jaskier puffed his chest, winking at Y/N, “then you owe me one, my lady.”

“How about this.”

Y/N leaned in, landing a kiss on the bards lips. It took him by surprise, making his heart miss a few beats, and then it tried to catch up to it -beating faster than he could manage. But when she pulled away, he was hungry for more, but too shy to ask.

She took her gaze from him, now shy, staring at her swords. They reflected the sunset nearly blinding her. Jaskier squeezed her hands.

“Should I pay back for all the times you saved me?” Jaskier managed to flirt, as Y/N looked at him, a laugh escaping her lips.

“I thought you’d never ask.” She winked at Jaskier. “I also take interest, since you are late on your payments.”

“I think I’ll manage.” Jaskier smiled, leaning in for another kiss.

The sun casted a shadow of a man behind them, that they were yet to notice. Geralt stared at the entrance, not really interested in his friends making out.

He was supposed to go in and slay the beast. Now the whole thing has caved in.

“Fuck.” Geralt muttered, lowering his sword.

#jaskier requests #jaskier x reader #jaskier imagine #jaskier one shot #jaskier fluff??? angst??#idk #also i take ages to get to requests #woohoo im great writer #yeehaaaawww

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the-fiction-witch · 4 years

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Waitress

MOVIE PHANTOM HALO COUPLE SAMMY (TBS) X READER RATING SMUTT

I sighed grabbing my bag and throwing it over my shoulder walking out the house and down the broken streets, I walked for what felt like hours till I reached the casino, I went to the door and the bouncer stopped me

"Hey kid, your not allowed in here" he says

"I'm eighteen" I sighed but they didn't believe me

"You don't look it" he said

"I know look I'm just here to take my dad home" I sighed they shrugged and let me in the place noisy and lots of flashing lights and signs I felt a little lost

"Hey, you okay?" A waitress asked me as she took her tray back to the bar

"Yeah sorry just looking for my dad" I told her trying to keep my eyes of her little blue dress it was around her neck with a large cut out for her breasts it stopped at her waist and became just s skirt of string and diamonds, she had pale tights on with little diamonds all over them her hair done perfect and sweet, she looked beautiful.

"Oohh come on I'll help" she smiled, she lead me though the slot machines and tables looking everywhere often asking me if I saw him till we turned a corner of machines to see the blackjack tables, where at one table my dad sat surrounded my other waitress girls throwing his money away on the game and on drink after drink "do you see your dad?" She asked

"Yeah" I sighed

"Oh where is he?" She asks and i simply pointed "Ooohh your one of warrens boys come on let's go get him" she smiled taking me over

'dad?" I asked and he looked up at me

"What?" He asked

'dad it's time to go home" I told him

'home? Sam are you insane I'm winning' he smirked

"Fine then take what you've won and let's go home" I suggest

"Im not going yet! Five minutes"

'dad no! We have to go home"

"Scram your bad luck!" He yelled

'im not leaving without you"

"Then get comftable"

"Fuck this" I sighed going to leave

'hey, hey, I'm sorry about your dad" the waitress said as she stopped me not far around the corner

"What do you have to be sorry for' I sighed "it's not your fault, thanks for helping me find my dad but he's clearly happy here..."

"Hey, uuhh I finish I five minutes if he still doesn't want to leave you could always walk me home?"

"Uuuhh sure" I blushed "sorry uhh what's your name?"

"Y/n" she smiled giving my cheek a kiss "five minutes' she smiled as she went off back to work I stood watching my dad throw what little money we had away sometimes he won, sometimes he lost the loss more often then the win I tried often convincing him to come home but he wasn't interested just shooing me away complaining I was bad luck I sighed until I saw y/n coming over in a little yellow sundress with a small jacket over the top and her handbag "you ready to go?" She asked I glanced to my dad deep in his game and I nodded following her out and into the streets

"So you know my dad pretty well?'

"I'm a waitress in a casino he visits almost ever day, yeah I know your dad Sam" she laughs

"Have you ever met my brother?' I asked curiously

"A couple of times, when he came looking for your dad" she smiled "he hit on me once"

"My dad?'

"Becket" she laughs

"Ooh, yeah he kinda does that" I shrug "did you?'

"No" she giggled "not my type"

"Fair enough" I shrug "how long have you been working there?"

"A few years, my dad said I had to work in his casino, so I said I'd be a waitress, it's kinda funny I was working there and legally not really allowed to be in there" she laughs making me laugh to "you know... I could get you a job if you wanted? Stop you reciting Shakespeare in the streets'

'how do you?" I asked

"Your dad's chatty when he's drunk"

"If you could that would be amazing y/n"

"Sure, I'll ask my daddy, were always looking for bar boys anyway" she giggled taking my hand, I blushed hard holding her hand as tightly as she held mine "this is me" she says as we arrived at a little house

"You've moved out already?" I asked and she nods

"just me and my cat" she smiled "thanks for walking me home sammy'

"Your welcome" I blushed

"I'm sure I'll see you soon" she smiled giving my lips a little kiss before I could even react she pulled away and went up her steps unlocking her door she gave me a little flirty wave as she went inside and I just kinda waved back in my own little world I couldn't help my face going red smiling like crazy the whole way home.

Everyday I went to the casino to almost beg my dad to come home but he never did, he'd me home sometime in the early morning but he never came home with me, but every day I'd walk y/n home and she'd give me a little kiss to cheer me up even of ever day our kiss goodnight got longer ever day s couple more seconds.

It got to the point I didn't even go in the casino anymore I just went and waited outside the staff door till

"Sammy!" Her voice giggled as y/n jumped and hugged me close in her little blue sundress with her handbag

"Hi y/n" I smiled hugging her close we stood having a cuddle for what felt like forever till she pulled back and gave me a little kiss taking my hand so I squeezed her hand and walked along the empty twilight streets with her often swinging our arms till she stopped holding my hand and nuzzled close to me wrapping my arm around her waist I happily had my arm around her for a while my hand on her waist feeling her soft dress I couldn't help but notice something I slipped my hand down a little to her hips and down even more until I felt the edge o her dress on my fingers...and it was perfectly smooth, oh my god she hasn't got underwear on! I tried to remain calm putting my hand back to her waist I glanced down to her unfortunately looking right down the top of her dress she caught me and giggled moving away holding my hand as she walked Infront of me

"Dirty boy!" She giggled turning to face me as we walked separating our hands

"I didn't mean to-" I began

"You like looking at me?" She asks as she walks backwards I couldn't help but nod "awww that's sweet Sammy, how about I give you something better to look at?" She suggested I was confused but interested what she was going to do but before I had time to think she pulled down the top of her dress revealing her perky breasts to me they where completly exposed with now nothing to hide them from me, they where perky and bouncy as she walked, her nipples hard to the cold air she laughed lightly bouncing herself more with ever step to make them bounce till she pulled her dress up again hiding herself again "like them?" She asked

"Very very much' I nodded "there beautiful"

"Awww your sweet" she smiled still walking backwards she winked at me turning to face the way we where walking again and I tried to calm down begging my erection to go down, ooh come on I just saw the girl I like flash me her fucking tits or course I'm hard! But before I could relax she pulled up the bottom of her sundress revealing her perfect arse, her curves perfect and firm it slightly jiggling as she walked intentionally moving her hips at me I could almost feel myself drooling over her she was so beautiful so perfect oh my god I'm gonna have the best wank ever when I get home I'll never have to steal a playboy again not if I have this on my memory "you wanna touch" she giggled as we walked I didn't need to answer I think she knew I wanted to so she slowed letting me catch up a little I tried my best to leave a gap not wanting to press my Bonner against her thank god she's facing the other way and couldn't see it, my hands grabbed her butt and I almost came it felt so good so soft so squishy I groped as we walked for what may as well have been an enternity I was lost in my own little world as I have one side a slap "ooohh Sammy not to rough" she blushed

"Sorry" I blushed till she pushed me away again and put her dress down I tried so hard almost fighting myself to keep my hands off her or off myself as she turned back to face me I tried to hide it but she saw

"Awwww Sammy that's so cute" she giggled

"Cute?" I asked a little confused

"You got a Bonner for me" she giggled

"You flashed your ass and tits at me you thought I'd not get a Bonner?'

"True" she giggled blowing me a kiss before she lifted her dress again this time flashing her pussy it was so beautiful and I could almost see it was wet and i couldn't stop myself I grabbed her waist pulling her to deeply kiss me grabbing her thigh and wrapping it around my waist grinding my hard erection in her exposed pussy "Sammy, dirty boy" she giggled

"How am I meant to contain myself when you do that to me" I complain she giggled grabbing my hand and we ran down to her house as we weren't far anyway she unlocked the door and pulled me inside I shut the door behind us and we couldn't even wait to get to her room she leant on her sofa pulling off her dress and I undid my jeans pulling my skirt off ..

Before I really knew was what happening we where snuggled up naked on her sofa a blanket to keep the chill of us both of us still covered in sweat, I could feel I was hard again this time morning wood or atleast I think so, my arms around her tightly as she began to wake up too

"Humm good morning Sammy" she giggled playing with my hair

"Good morning y/n" I smiled pulling her to kiss me our kiss lusty and deep running our hands all over each other

"How about another go in my bed before we go to work?' she suggested

"Why move? I'm comfy here beautiful" I smirked pulling her back to kissing me and she kissed back starting to repeat last night all over again.

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prettywordsyouleft · 5 years

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Through His Eyes - Part 11

Summary: Losing your sight after your accident was traumatic, and Jaebum’s guilt of knowing it should have been him instead creates an intricate bond between you both, as you overcome adversity and try to find your way in life again.

Genre: angst / romance

Characters: Im Jaebum x female reader

A/N: This story is emotional and raw compared to some of the content on my blog. It is in no way an attempt to glamourise or undervalue the lives of those who suffer from something similar. This story is purely fictional.

Through His Eyes will be posted every Tuesday at 10am NZST.

Index: Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 [M] | 13 - FINAL

He had done the right thing.

Whilst that wasn’t what Jaebum’s heart believed as he replayed your crushed emotions from the other night over in his head, his rationale continued to chant it over and over in his head as a well-versed mantra. In hopes, it would somehow make him feel better. That it would wash away his guilt.

Jaebum had panicked seeing you so easily in his practice space. When you first walked in, he thought he was day-dreaming, hallucinating you into the room as a way to shake off some of the exhaustion and stress he was experiencing. But he knew when Jinyoung suddenly stood up that you weren’t a figment of his imagination, your brightly smiling face was actually there.

For a second, he felt the warmth of that smile. He was comforted by the happiness you exuded. He could tell you had done something worth celebrating.

And yet he realised just how out of place you were just standing there.

You weren’t a part of the endless schedules, the dance practices, the business management of his career. And so Jaebum had grown too angry too fast, not having the energy to deal with something more than what he already was.

He had been rash, even if he felt he had been right. No matter how many triumphs you faced, eventually you had to find solace in your own accomplishments. You didn’t need him to tell you how well you were doing at each step of the way. He could already see how the return to your art was making you flourish within yourself again.

Soon, you wouldn’t even need him to hold your hand. You would be flying with your own set of wings.

Jaebum stared at your painting across the room and wondered just how you did it. The colours blended evenly, as if you had meticulously chosen each one and placed them side by side in harmony. It amazed him to know someone like you. Even though he had always believed in you, your painting was evidence that human nature was beautiful.

You were beautiful.

Sighing heavily, Jaebum climbed out of his bed, moving over to the painting and picking it up. When you had placed it down next to his possessions, he could tell it was something you had put a lot of effort in to. The hesitancy was evident in your posture on whether to leave it. He had been selfish to hope you would. And when you stormed out of the studio, this present was all he had to return to, staring at the simple brown paper packaging, wondering if he had the right to even open it now.

It had taken him two days to finally slide it out and when he did; his heart craved you more than anything. He longed to tell you just how much he loved it, how well you had painted it, how thankful he was.

But all of that would mock you and he knew that reaching out to you under that premise was a cheap shot. Especially since you had been silent towards him ever since your argument, Jaebum knew that when he saw you next, he couldn’t use the painting at a conversation starter. You would need more from him.

His head hurt every time he tried to figure out a way to seek you out.

“Maybe it’s for the best that you both take a break from each other,” Jinyoung mentioned over the phone as Jaebum made his breakfast, preparing for another long day ahead.

“You too?” he questioned heavily, shaking his head slowly. “Even you think Y/N doesn’t match me?”

“Match you? Hyung, is your relationship, well, have you finally established it?”

Jaebum frowned at the sudden urgency in his best friend’s voice, wondering what exactly he had said that alerted Jinyoung to react like that.

He thought over the question he just received and scoffed. “Establish what?”

“Oh, so it’s still at that level.” Jaebum couldn’t tell if Jinyoung sounded disappointed or not.

“At what level? I just thought you were agreeing with the others that I need to distance myself from Y/N instead of doing everything for her. The promotion has helped with that, of course, but I don’t know, I feel like I’m missing something.”

“You’re missing her.”

Jaebum sighed heavily again. “Yeah, I really am.”

It hurt more the longer Jaebum didn’t hear from you. He had faced breakups before, yet nothing had pierced so deeply within him like this. Sometimes Jaebum would laugh at himself, incredulous that he could even compare missing you like this to the aftermath of a relationship dissolving. You hadn’t dated him, yet this separation felt final as if you had once been his lover. Everything connected to you, memories flooding his system on the regular. How you scrunched your nose up at the smell of coffee, how you laughed like music, how the trees felt under his hand. Even his sanctuary, his studio, was full of you.

Jaebum couldn’t concentrate and his music was suffering.

He was incomplete.

It was a hasty decision to turn up outside your house. It wasn’t his first time driving all the way here, he had done that countless times now. But actually appearing in front of your door had been out of his reach until now. He wondered why he had hesitated, why it had taken him almost a month to do so. Jaebum should have come here immediately and approached his apology sooner.

The guilt was eating him up.

“Jaebum?” a voice called and he turned, seeing your mother before him. He bowed in greeting and then smiled weakly. She didn’t return the gesture, even though he could see in her eyes that she was relieved to see him.

Thankful there could be some progress.

“Is Y/N home?”

“She is, but I don’t think you seeing her would benefit her at all anymore.”

His hopes faltered then. “Are you sure?”

“I’m certain. Actually, Y/N is adamant she doesn’t need you in her world anymore. She’s finally finding her rhythm again and for you to come back in and disrupt that… I just really can’t allow that to happen.”

“Did, did she struggle?” he wondered, not really wanting to know the answer. It would be natural, after the way he had crushed you like that, to feel some pain, yet he hoped it was fleeting, unlike his own. The idea of you crying for too long without his arms to hide within caused Jaebum to experience despair.

He should have come earlier.

“You are struggling.” He glanced away from his heavy thoughts to the mother’s statement, eyes wide at her conclusion. Words failed him and she toiled with wanting to protect her daughter’s feelings and reach out to comfort his. Jaebum realised this woman before him had constantly been a bridge between him and you, relentlessly withholding the brunt of your combined pain, of your worries. He choked up then, unable to figure how to say thank you for something so intricate.

“I warned you both from the beginning, yet you each thought you knew better. Feelings are complicated and connections are precious. You were so busy looking out for each other that you failed to recognise your own feelings and labelled yourselves as selfish when you did. For Y/N, breaking free from you was hard but necessary. You relied on each other to be safe, to feel wanted, cherished. She’s finding her own self-worth now, Jaebum. They say acknowledging how you truly feel deep down can help you understand the actions of others. Ignore your guilt; she is stronger than you think. My question for you is do you even know how you feel?”

“I miss Y/N.”

“Why?”

He didn’t know how to answer, standing there racking his brain for a reason. Why did he miss you? There was no definite answer and the longer he dwelled on it, the more confused he was.

The mother smiled softly. “It seems you have a lot more to consider before you turn up in front of Y/N again, Jaebum.”

Whenever things got tough for Jaebum, he would just work harder. If he was busy, he couldn’t think and when he wasn’t thinking, he didn’t need to know how he felt. He spent the next three weeks living each day in and out like that, waking up early, cramming as much as he could into his day so by the time he crashed onto his bed, he couldn’t stop to ruminate over you.

It wasn’t as simple as that, however. Jaebum still met with you in his dreams. Sometimes you would appear completely at random, smiling at him from afar, as if to let him know you were okay. That he could move on without you. Others, he wished you to appear, to hold his hand like you used to, to dive into his arms, to allow him to be your safe haven. His yearning for you in these dreams almost mimicked the growth of friends into lovers and on the odd occasion when he knew his mind was taking things too far, he would force himself awake, thumping at his chest that felt too restricted, all the air within it being sucked out as the tears fell from his eyes.

Why was it so hard for him to move on when you already had? He wondered if you had made new friends who supported you, who encouraged you forward. Did you have someone at your side who helped you see or were you doing that for yourself now too? Jaebum was convinced you now saw more of the world than he did. Although he had his eyesight still intact, he felt blinded by this internal emotional hell, unsure of what he felt anymore. Was it fiction or fact? Nothing made sense anymore.

When he dreamed of you in the way that was unfathomable for what you once had, he would stare at your painting until morning arrived, trying to decipher something within the way the colours mingled with one another, the brushstrokes, anything that could clue him onto how you felt when you made this piece.

Why had you painted this for him? What about it made you think of him? None of his favourite colours were prominent, and without any clear design element, he would often grow frustrated, the puzzle he needed to crack eluding him.

Mocking his inability to understand you.

“It’s all just layers,” he mumbled as he stared at it for the umpteenth time on his evening off work, his gaze still searching even after convincing himself it was a lost cause. “Layers of paint. Layers of colour. Just layers.”

Layers of you. From when he first met you as a fan. The smiles he gave you like everyone else. Recognising you in the crowd and tipping his head in acknowledgment. Grinning when he saw you that morning of the exclusive pass.

The accident. The loss, the pain. Those were layers you shared together as well. The trauma of knowing you would never see again. The constant worry if you were okay.

And then the time you spent together. They all stacked up on top of each other, creating a blend of your lives together over the last several months. How he would smile at your silly mistakes. When you made his heart beat faster without him expecting it to happen whenever he just looked at you. How he felt complete whenever he was with you.

Layers.

Jaebum lurched towards the painting, laughing at how stupid he had been all this time. He eyed everything in a new light, seeing the build-up of everything between you both for what it was. Picking it up, he smiled at the painting, the burst of understanding enabling him to take a deep breath.

The first of many.

It was then when he felt the bump sequence along the spine of the canvas, turning it to see your painting had extended there. What was the message you had made? Jaebum had taken an avid interest in Braille ever since it became a form of being able to communicate with you, yet he didn’t know how to read it himself. He had used apps to translate text to Braille or read Braille aloud for you in the past, and he stared dubiously at your hidden message before taking the painting back to his bed and reached for his phone. Sometimes the scanner could pick up on pieces that weren’t necessarily as well-formed as properly prepared Braille was, so it was worth a go.

“Come on,” he urged the app, waiting for it to read it back in real time.

Jaebum’s breath caught in his throat when the answer was relayed to him and he placed the painting down before racing out of his home, his heart thumping in his chest noisily. Had it been dormant all this time? With all his layers of confusion towards you, had he really misplaced the normal beating of his heart? It seemed like it was only thriving again now, beating in rhythm to his anxious desire to see you.

Nothing would stop him this time.

“She’s not home,” your mother mentioned at his frantic arrival on the front doorstep and before she could explain further, Jaebum nodded, fare-welling the woman before dashing back out to his car. The rain that had been drowning the city sombrely all day long had conveniently picked up, Jaebum laughing at its harsh way of falling from the skies.

“I know, it took me long enough,” he told the heavens, as he swung his car into a park near the art studio. He wondered why he was so confident that this was where he would find you, uncaring of the water bullets lashing down at him. He made his way inside Madam Cho’s art gallery and studio, only slowing down when he noticed the new artwork that lined the entryway. He eyed each and every piece that belonged to you. Jaebum needed this pause, to steady that heaviness the skies and his heart were labouring him with.

He also just wanted to remember everything about this moment.

When he saw you, it was from outside of the room, in the darkened hallway. You were surrounded by light however, painting alone in the brightest spot of the studio. It suited you to be illuminated that way and he slowly made his way into the room, watching your subtle changes.

You angled your head when the door opened. Your paintbrush stilled with his footsteps.

And then it fell to the ground when you sensed him behind you.

“Jae… Jaebum?”

Encasing you in his arms for the first time in what felt like forever, Jaebum was unsure if it was the rain or his emotions that dripped down onto your shoulder. He smiled when you didn’t immediately push him off.

“I’m sorry I’m late to receive your confession, Y/N. Will you accept mine?”

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Euron’s Bastard

Based on this request: And for the request, could you do where reader is Euron’s bastard daughter but also his favorite and spoils her and teaches her how to be a Bad Bitch and she falls in love with Gendry? Please and thank you!! Love your work :)

Here you are, my lovely! I do not own Gendry. He belongs to George R.R.Martin.

Warnings: A teeny bit of angst, mostly fluff. Probably excessive use of the word “bastard” XD

Pairings/Characters: Gendry Waters x fem!reader.

Your father didn’t care for many people other than himself. You were the exception. You may have been a bastard, but you were his princess. He gave you anything and everything you wanted or needed as long as it was in his power. There was some part of you that knew it was so he could buy your loyalty. If he spoiled you, you would never betray him or leave his side. And for most of your life, he was right.

That was until Jon Snow came begging for a truce and assistance with the Army of the Dead. When you father scurried off to do Cersei’s bidding, you stowed away on Daenerys’ ship. It was there that you met Gendry.

The blacksmith caught your interest almost immediately. It was he who found you hiding on the ship. He thought you were spying for your father but after you assured him a dozen times that your father didn’t even know you were there, he spoke up for you when Daenerys questioned you. In the end, you were allowed to remain on the ship and travel to Winterfell with them.

As you traveled, you spent most of your time with Gendry. He told you that he was also a bastard, Robert Baratheon’s bastard. You found it rather amusing that the bastards of two kings should find themselves on the same ship headed for the same place. You also discovered that he loved his work in the smithy above all else. He let you examine the hammer he’d made himself. You told him about your life at sea, playing pirate with your father.

"Must have been nice, being able to do and go where you pleased,“ he commented and you shrugged. "Sometimes. Sometimes I would have preferred something more stable. I’m not stupid. I knew what my father was up to. He gave me everything in hopes that I would always be his perfect child. But we were not a family.”

Gendry stared at you for a moment as if he were contemplating what you were saying. You didn’t want to bring down your mood so you smiled. “Enough about that. How about some sword practice?” Gendry raised a brow at you. “I don’t use swords, Y/N. I don’t want to hurt you with my hammer.” You smirked. “You have to catch me with it first.” At that, you took off away from him. Gendry called out a second later.

That was how the journey went. You and Gendry formed a playful and sometimes flirty friendship. Soon you became thick as thieves. You were hardly ever apart and when you were, you found yourself missing him. It didn’t take long for you to realize that you were falling in love with him. You wanted to tell him, but you’d never felt so vulnerable. You hated it.

You watched Gendry practicing on deck with Sandor. Your eyes watched his form as the two moved together. In fact, you couldn’t stop looking “You know, staring is considered rude.” You let your gaze shifted to Ser Davos who had come up beside you. You felt your face heat up. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Davos chuckled softly. “To be young again. I should think that was obvious. You are smitten with that young man.” You shook your head, but the look Davos gave you told you that he didn’t believe you. “I don’t know much, but I know love when I see it and I’ve seen him looking at you the way you look at ‘im. That’s all I’m saying.”

He turned and walked away, leaving you alone. You glanced back down to find Gendry already looking up at you. He gave you a smile and you began to wonder if Davos was right. Did Gendry feel the same for you as you did for him? If he did, then what? You weren’t experienced with affairs of the heart. Of the flesh? Absolutely. But love was something entirely new to you.

You stewed on your thoughts all day and well into the night. Finally, you made a decision. You’d never know what could happen if you didn’t do something. You rose from your bed and left your cabin. You quietly made your way toward Gendry’s only to run into the man in question closing his door behind him.

"Y/N?! What are you doing here?“ You licked your lips. Did you imagine it or did his eyes follow the movement? "I’m not really sure, to be honest. I didn’t think I’d make it this far.” Gendry’s brows furrowed. His blue eyes bore into yours and you could feel the temperature rising around you. You felt your heart pick up speed. Could you be brave enough to do what you came down here to do?

"Y/N?“ Gendry’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts and into action. You practically launched yourself forward as you grasped Gendry’s face and pressed your lips against his. For a moment, he stood there and you worried you had been too forward. But he soon responded and kissed you back just as fiercely. You stood there in the corridors between cabins with your lips crashing together over and over again.

You could hardly breathe when you pulled away. Gendry rested his forehead on yours as you both panted. "I wasn’t expecting that,” he whispered between breaths. You laughed softly. “I’m glad you responded. I thought I’d offended you.” Gendry laughed and kissed the tip of your nose. The gentle gesture was quite the opposite of the tension surrounding you.

"Never. I didn’t think you would want me.“ You pulled away and looked at him in confusion. "And why wouldn’t I?” you asked. “I have nothing to offer you. I’m not a lord. I have no lands or anything. I only have myself.” You laughed. “I have nothing either. I was a bastard pirate turned bastard princess turned traitor to my father. I don’t need anything more than you, Gendry. I-I love you.” You could swear that the smile that lit up his face was the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen.

"I love you, Y/N.“ You moved to kiss him again, but suddenly the emotional day hit you. You stopped to yawn, making Gendry laugh. "Come on.” He ushered you into his chambers and over to the bed. “You know, if you wanted me in your bed, all you had to do was ask,” you quipped. Gendry nearly fell on his face as he removed his boots. You laughed again, but it was soon cut off by another yawn.

Gendry shook head and helped you remove your own boots. After helping you to lie down, he climbed in the bed behind you. You sighed as you felt his arms wrap around you. When he pulled you close, you couldn’t help but to snuggle into him. Gendry dropped a kiss to the back of your neck and whispered something that sounded like “I love you,” but you didn’t get a chance to respond before you fell asleep.

(a/n: I hope this is what you wanted!)

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porchwood · 5 years

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Hi just so I understand cause i keep waiting for it and it doesnt seem likely to happen have you kind of fallen out of love with wtm? and everlark in general tbh? cause ive been following you for a while now and you always had lil quotes and pictures and things that reminded you inspired you whatever it was about katniss and wtm and now alllll it is is gadge i followed you because personally i love what you did with everlark and im just wondering if thats gone and not foreseeable any time soon?

I’ve been thinking a lot about how to answer this… It’s afair question - to a point. If you’re more of a drop-in person (like me) thanlive-on-the-dash, coming back to find my blog awash in Gadge might have beenquite upsetting. There are several reasons for the current state of things:

1. Life has been driving me into the ground since December26, 2013. (Yes, going on six straight years.) If you were a WtM reader from thebeginning, you may recall that I was pretty energetic and prolific in 2012-2013.Oh, there were tough times, but nothing like what started on the aforementioneddate (a car accident where I was in the “bystander” vehicle and it still got totaled)and has continued relentlessly ever since. Sometimes adversity leads to greatcreativity and sometimes it turns you into a depressed, exhausted, reclusivelump, and the past 5+ years have seen periods of both from me. These past 18months have been exceptionally awful (and expensive), resulting in very littlewriting at all, about any pairing.

2. Writing WtM takes a lot out of me. I don’t know whether thisis common knowledge or not, but it’s the gospel truth. I love that world, Ilove that version of Everlark, but every chapter requires so much hard work, itmakes me tired just to think of it. Not to mention, over the past couple of chaptersEverlark have been pushing for more intimacy than the plot/timeline allows, andso I’ve been struggling with how I want to handle that. Do I fight them andstick to the plan? (I can’t advance the timeline for several reasons.) Do I tryto figure out a cheat for them? They’ve got minds of their own and have changedmy plans multiple times, but this is something they genuinely can’t have, and Ihave to fight them on it. ☹ Which is sad, frustrating, and exhausting.

3. I’m a multi-pairing shipper, and have been from about 3chapters into WtM. Which means that my Everlark fics almost always feature asecondary pairing (or more than one), and sometimes I’ll get a plot bunny for afic about a pairing other than Everlark. Most writers in the THG fandom exclusivelywrite their OTP, whatever the plot bunny, but I find that some plot bunnies don’tfit Everlark as well as they do another pairing. (This is why I’ll never write aBeauty and the Beast Everlark fic unless Katniss is the “Beast,” if you will.)

4. The Everlark fandom is…tricky. I’ve never fit in there. Idon’t write Everlark the way the majority of fans see them (except for Peetabeing “sweet,” I guess), I hated the movies (I refuse to see MJ 1 or 2), and I’vemanaged to really rub some people the wrong way over the years –unintentionally, and for a variety of reasons – all of which leaves me feeling kinda down about Everlark in general. Don’t misunderstand me: I love Everlarkand WtM, but it’s really isolating to be this sad little island of unpopularopinions and unwelcome side-ships. That’s the part I really wish I could makeyou understand. For six years I’ve had Christopher Plummer in my head saying, “You’llnever be one of them,” and he’s so, cruelly, right. I want to cry every time Ithink of Embracing the Season (my E-rated Everlark modern AU oneshot for Lovein Panem - lots of daring for me!) because I poured heart and soul into that andit still wasn’t the Everlark that people wanted.

5. About a year and a half ago (when Strawberry Time reallytook off of its own accord) I participated in Gadge Day 2017, working my buttoff to find and schedule (and tag) over 100 carefully chosen Gale/Madge/Gadge aestheticposts, and for lack of a better way to say it: it turned on my Gadge-dar. After that, thosekinds of posts just leapt out at me whenever I had a chance to scroll, and forseveral months I wasn’t sure what to do with that. With a little encouragementfrom @ghtlovesthg, I came up with #march madgeness – wherein I turned my Tumblrinto Madge/Gadge-land for one month, and it was a blast. (Side-stepping Gadgefor a moment: Madge is a highly underappreciated and underused character,especially in fic/on Tumblr and I love splashing the dash with Madge-love.) Thenext month I launched a run of pent-up Everlark posts (i.e., regularprogramming), but I missed my Madge, so I instituted #madge monday – one day aweek when I could splash the dash with Madge/Gadge. At every juncture I gavepeople tags to block if they didn’t want to see this content (though I stillget unfollows every time I post, alas). I participated in last summer’s THG Reread– on the fringe of it, but my posts (reblogs and meta) were strongly Everlark-focusedagain during that time. So there’s definitely still been Everlark on my blog,but if you’re just dropping in (or for that matter, glancing at my archive), you’regoing to see a majority of Madge/Gadge.

6. Frankly, Gadge is fun. It’s a completely different dynamicthan Everlark, with less pressure to create something transcendent, and whenthe chips are down, I’m more likely to work on something that isn’t my six-years-runningopus. This spring, in the midst of lots of awfulness, I finally wrote a piecethat I’ve had in my head for years – The Best Part of Waking Up – with a differentpairing featured in each drabble “chapter,” including Gadge, Luka/Johanna (whoI’ve been wanting to put out there for AGES) and Jack/Raisa. I haven’t beenable to write quickly in years, and I think I finished those three “chapters”in about two days, maybe three. I completed the Raisa drabble in a couple ofhours and I consider it one of the best things I’ve ever written. (Honestly, ifa pairing was going to topple Everlark in my heart, it would be Jack/Raisa, i.e.,Mr. Everdeen/Mrs. Mellark. I love them to distraction.) Once upon a time I could drabble/sprint Everlark too – notoften, but I could manage it. Maybe it’ll happen again someday, but for thetime being, when I write in quick eager bursts, it’s usually about aside-pairing.

7. Because I just need to say it: about a year ago, I set up a secondary Tumblr for almost all my side-interests and ships outside of THG. When I first joined Tumblr, porchwood was just a fun page where I posted whatever struck my fancy (pretty things, funny things, whatever I liked), and over the next few years, I honed it into a pretty “writer’s notebook” for WtM and my other THG fics (related quotes, aesthetic posts, writing check-ins, etc.). When Star Wars: The Force Awakens came out, I shared a handful of posts pertaining to a new ship (not a new direction for my blog or writing, just sharing my excitement) and it was made very clear to me that people didn’t want to see that content on my page. So when I started watching Voltron: Legendary Defender, I had a sneaking suspicion people wouldn’t want to hear about those ships either. So I started an entirely new Tumblr for that content, and every so often I accidentally post something to the wrong page, which I immediately correct in horror, but people still unfollow. Point being: this blog is THG (and a few personal life updates) ONLY, with a pretty consistent aesthetic. I hide literally everything else that I’m interested in so you don’t have to be bothered by it. Is it really so unacceptable for me to have side-ships (complementary to the main pairing, not threatening to them) in the same universe??

8. Believe it or not, I’ve been working on WtM all along,just not making any massive strides. I tried to chip away at the current chapterduring Camp Nanowrimo last July, and it was a disaster. I thought joining awriting group would be helpful, but I didn’t realize that Camp Nano is basicallya lot of writing sprints in which you try to churn out as many words aspossible, which you then report to your “cabin” – and that’s the onlyinteraction with your fellow writers. I can’t write like that anymore (seeabove) and especially not when it comes to WtM, so I got discouraged veryquickly and sort of drifted away. I reattempted Nano on my own in April and wrotealmost 15K words, but in that instance I was really just using the Nano platform toset and reach a goal (which I didn’t ☹ ); I wasn’t in a cabin and didn’t interact with anyother writers, except my friend @ghtlovesthg, who read the finished portion.

9. I want to finish this dang chapter so much, and frankly, theonly way that’s going to happen is if life gets a little better and I holemyself up with my laptop for hours on end for weeks at a time – and somemagical being comes to support/cheer/comfort me while I do so. It’s currentlysitting at about 25K and I anticipate it will need to be at least double that,which is beyond ridiculous, but that’s the nature of WtM. The chapters are asmany words as it takes.

TL, DR: I still love Everlark and I’m still working on WtM, but my life has been extremely difficult for a very long time and I don’t have a great Everlark lifeline. Gadge and all my other ships are fun, and most of the Gadge you see on my Tumblr is aesthetic stuff for themed days/months/occasions. Anything non-THG goes on my sideblog.

#queued #i'm sorry to be snappy #i understand the confusion #and i'm not happy that i'm not finishing wtm either #ask #gade #side-ships #anon

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Coriander Chapter 4a

Previous Installment found here. Approx 2500 words. Feel free to send Asks or Messages about what’s written or anything you’re curious about.

It took the better part of an hour minutes to finish collecting flowers, mostly because Jasper insisted on inspecting each one for any flaws before plucking it and placing it ever so gently in the basket. So much for not wanting to wait another minute. Coriander half wished he would let her simply get on with her life, and he could go off adventuring to his heart’s content.

She also wished he would choose to stay in Knittlenau, if only because she was perhaps the most interesting and least intimidating person she’d ever met. Who needed to go to see the elves in Gaelgallah anyway? Anyone could spy them travelling on main roads just a few hours outside of town, certain days of the year. Coriander had the maps of the area memorized; she’d have no problem pointing Jasper to where he needed to go to see them pass by, and then he’d come back before midnight.

Something told her, however, he wasn’t the sort of person who’d be content to live in a little town like this, no matter how many wildflowers there were to pick.

“Do you know when the next new moon is?” Jasper asked. He plucked an ear of corn off the stalk as they passed by. Coriander stayed neatly on the dirt road herself, but Jasper took to the fence. He balanced effortlessly, only wobbling now and then when something distracted him.

“Ten days, I think.” Coriander fought the need to insist he come down right this minute, or else he’d be risking life and limb – or at least a very painful couple of bruises. That same something from before insisted he wouldn’t listen to her anyway. She was wrong, of course, but she had no way of knowing.

“Ah, damn.” Jasper shucked the corn in two movements and took a bite out of it, leaving Coriander to wonder why he was disappointed until he was done chewing. “I was hoping I’d have more time. You wouldn’t believe how beautiful Sterea is during their festivals.”

But a journey to Sterea would take weeks … and the new moons happen every month, didn’t they? What was the trouble? “You’ve been there?” She had never dreamed of seeing Gaelgallah, much less its capital city.

“No, but I’ve heard songs about it. Shall I sing one for you?”

She couldn’t hide her excitement. “If— “

She didn’t have the time to finish the first word before Jasper began to sing a traditional Sterean song about their festivals. Coriander had seen the sheets for Elfin music. The notes and harmonies, and how they twisted around each other like a braid. She’d even heard people try to recreate it, to painfully beautiful effect. But perhaps it was the magic in his blood that allowed Jasper’s single, gentle voice to capture the lilting melody in a way she’d never heard it before. It surrounded her, filled her like champagne in a glass. She watched him with wide eyes and slack jaw, drinking in the music like a camel at the sea – like she had never realized just how deep her thirst went until she could be sated like this.

She remained enthralled even after he stopped, misty eyed, with a few tears having slid down her cheeks. It was only when Jasper laughed, and held out a handkerchief that she realized he was done.

“I suppose I ought to apologize, Miss Tippit. I didn’t realize I’d put so much into the spell.”

The spell? She looked at him over the handkerchief, pressed to her nose and now-burning cheeks, as she understood, and couldn’t quite decide if that was cheating or genius to have magicked his own breath for the song. She had a feeling he’d laugh either way.

“Well?” he asked expectantly. “Was I good? It’s been a few weeks since I’ve performed for anyone but myself.”

Coriander didn’t quite have the courage to remove the handkerchief from her face just yet, and she didn’t feel it polite to speak with it covering her mouth, so she nodded. Embarrassment or no, she had to admit his voice was incredible.

“Thank goodness,” Jasper said, and she had a feeling his relief was being overdramatized. “The last thing I want is to offend the ears of my most honored guide.”

Was he still going on about that? Hadn’t he found his way to her easily enough? In a moment of fear, she wondered if he had put some sort of tracking spell on her -- though that couldn’t be right, could it? He worked with air, not tracking. Insofar as she knew, anyway. How powerful of a wright could he be, if he was this far away from any cities of note?

“Well?” Jasper asked, pulling Coriander from her thoughts again. She flushed, ashamed and ready to apologize, but he spoke before she managed to. “I was thinking there ought to be more songs about girls named after flowers anyway. There’s at least one adventurer with a name like a stone, so that means I won’t come first, but I can’t remember even one Lady Rose or Princess Daisy -- and Her Royal Majesty doesn’t count, since Lillian is different from Lily.”

Coriander could name three songs off the top of her head. The Maiden and the Knight, whose heroine was named Poppy. Lavender the Shoemaker. And Lady Hollyoak’s Crown of Leaves wasn’t exactly a flower, but she was going to count it anyway.

“I suppose so,” she said, and she didn’t miss his concern at her answer. Whatever he meant by it, though, wasn’t immediately clear, and she chose to keep silent for now.

Jasper frowned for a moment, thinking. Then, he clapped his hands, grinning again. “Shall we write songs of our own?” He looked at her with that expectant smile she was beginning to dread, and cleared his throat.

He sang the whole way back to her house, making up a tune about their potential adventures to come, only sometimes ruining the rhymes, if she were being generous. The song went on about defeating great beasts of lore -- defeating firedrakes and inspiring elfish poems and drinking tea with Queen Lillian.

She had to admit, one of those things might have been possible -- if he counted paying for a cup of tea with a coin stamped with the queen’s face. Only about half the coins in Knittelnau were, the rest still sporting her late father’s profile instead.

Coriander hesitated at the trail leading from the main road off to the hill on which her house sat. She could see the garden from here, the windows overlooking the street. Jasper waited at her side, silent for a moment as he considered the view.

“Don’t tell me you live there, Miss Tippit?”

She said nothing. Was he approving of it? Or did he think it was too small. Surely a traveller had seen many grander homes than his, and suddenly her little country cottage felt shabby and bare.

“Well, I certainly hope you do, you know. I’ve never seen something with a more well-tended garden, nor half as picturesque.” He sounded so genuine, she didn’t know how to respond. But he took her faint blush as a yes. “When you’re ready, Miss Tippit, do please lead the way.”

Coriander rushed to do as she was told. They walked together along the path to her front door, only hesitating once at the front door. With a steadying breath, Coriander pulled the latch and let herself im.

“Ma!” she called out, setting the flowers she’d picked down on the table. “Ma, I’m home…” She hesitated, unsure of how to best inform her mother they had an unexpected guest. The social had to have just barely ended, with tea cups and plates and a bit of shortbread still sitting on the table, chairs pushed out here and there. And the tea itself hadn’t even been put away.

Before Coriander could think of something, however, Bestina came out of her bedroom bodice loose, hair half undone and hanging over her shoulder. The social must have just barely ended. The warm smile she wore disappeared the second she saw Jasper, mud all over his boots, dirt on his face. Coriander hardly had clean hands herself after working in the fields all day, but she at least could be trusted to wipe it off. Worst -- however, Jasper was a man, and there was no chaperone to look after them as they stood about in the kitchen.

“Dear sweet,” she began, with a careful, forced smile, “who’s this standing in my front hall?”

Coriander wished she could sink into the floorboards. She needed to disappear. “His name is Jasper, Ma. He’s a traveller and he’s...ehm…” He was her guest. Wasn’t he? She’d invited him, after all, but she was wondering if it might have been a mistake.

“I’m inviting myself to dinner, Missus Tippit. Your daughter has been a most wonderful guide to Knittelnau thus far, and I couldn’t bear parting ways for so long.”

Coriander flushed, unsure if she ought to have been thankful or guilty he was lying for her. More than that, he had joked multiple times now about marrying her -- and Bestina had never wanted to see her married. No doubt this would end in trouble soon enough. But if nothing else, her mother would be civil in front of guests. Bestina swept forward, taking up Jasper’s hands with a stiff, warm smile, all too visibly aware of her state of dress.

“How kind of you,” she crooned in that too-sweet voice. “How long have you known each other?”

“Oh, hardly a day and a half. I met her in the market just yesterday afternoon, but she’s been so kind, you know. Showing me to the bakery, teaching me the names of all these beautiful flowers. Look!” He gestured to the basket in Coriander’s hands. “She picked some for you just today. Aren’t they lovely?”

Coriander stammered, and held out the basket of blooms with a nervous half-smile. Jasper glanced between the two of them, studying miniscule changes in expression, searching for something. Coriander couldn’t for the life of her figure out what, though her mother’s plastered on smile seemed to sour a fraction of a degree.

“Oh, aren’t they just darling?” Bestina asked, but she didn’t move closer.

“Yes, very pretty,” Jasper agreed, and threw Bestina an expectant look. It was bad manners to keep a guest waiting too long without an offer of hospitality, unexpected or otherwise.

Finally, she clapped her hands together. “Well, any friend of my daughter is always welcome here. Come, sit here. Would you like tea? Cake?”

Coriander’s face burned. Friend? Is that what Jasper was to her? And how could she tell if the queasiness in her stomach was coming from excitement or dread at the idea of having a friend at all?

Jasper smiled. “That would be lovely, thank you. Miss Tippit, would you join me?”

It took a moment for Coriander to understand she was being addressed, and she started seeing Jasper’s earnest smile directed her way. “Er, I, uh...That is, I usually get the tea for guests.”

“Nonsense -- there’s some on the table already, isn’t there?” He gestured.

Bestina flushed. “It’s gone cold, I’m afraid, and it’s horribly sweet. Hardly the sort of thing a traveler would like.”

“I love sweet things. And I can heat it up myself just fine, can’t I?” He winked one of his bright wright’s eyes, and Bestina’s smile flickered.

“Oh, no, that’s terribly kind, Mister…”

“It’s just Jasper, ma’am. I’ve no family name.”

Coriander flushed at the memory of their first meeting, when he’d asked to borrow hers. He seemed to have no qualms about it when it was just the two of them, though he had yet to say anything quite as bold as he did when they were alone.

“No family name?”

“That’s what I said.” He was almost painfully patient as she tried to figure out how to best needle him.

“But surely there’s at least a friend out there for you in all your travels who would give you theirs.”

His smile did not falter. “I’m sorry, ma’am?”

“Well, er…” She worked out how to best phrase it. “Do you have anyone waiting at home for you? A paramour? A spouse?”

“Oh no.” Jasper shook his head with mock sorrow. “No-one waits for me. But if I do find a man to love, he won’t have to wait anyway. We’ll travel together instead.”

“How sweet.” The smile didn’t quite meet her eyes, and she looked between them once more. "At any rate, there’s no magic in this house, Mister Jasper. We heat our tea over the hearth like good, hard-working folk.”

“Are you absolutely sure, ma’am? It seems a waste of firewood.”

Coriander couldn’t remember the last time someone had challenged Bestina in front of her. It wasn’t that she had a commanding presence, but she was a sweet woman, frail and sickly even if she didn’t look it, and no-one had the heart. She wanted to chide Jasper for it … but he had a point. It was late spring, and too warm to have the hearth running all day, and it must have been put out just after her mother’s friends left. It felt like a waste to use up more kindling and get the hearth rolling again just to heat up some old tea.

Bestina seemed to fight with herself internally, but shook her head. “No magic in the house. Not even if it saves time. Coriander, dear sweet, would you go to the kitchen and light up the hearth?”

Coriander nodded, and made to turn before Jasper spoke up: “Don’t mind it, Miss Tippit, I insist. I’d hate to be a waste as well as an imposition. I’ll have the tea cold, if you don’t mind.”

She stood there, looking between her mother and Jasper, who seemed as sure of himself as ever.

Bestina relented first with a sigh. “Oh, very well. Cold, sweet tea it is. Do find yourself a seat. Coriander, would you please go get a plate or two for the shortbread?”

“Yes, Ma.” She fled as soon as she could, before Jasper could say anything else. It wouldn’t do to stall too long, and there wasn’t an excuse to do so. It was a small kitchen, with an unlit hearth and a table in the middle for work. She could see out to the spice garden through the window, and the chicken coop and goatpen beyond. The goats dozed in the sun while the chickens picked through the grass for seeds and worms. The plants were growing. The parsnips would be ready soon, and with summer on the horizon, she would have to tend to the rest of the spring herbs to make room.

The main room was quiet behind her. Coriander dreaded coming out, but she swallowed, did her best not to grip the plates too tightly, and returned to see her mother sitting at the table and Jasper in the exact spot he’d been in before, both silent and smiling big, false smiles.

#writeblr #writing #coriander #coriander chapter #coriander chapter 4 #coriander draft #coriander draft 1 #wip #current goal: gotta make it clear bestina does love coriander and it shows through #while also being a bad mother at the same time

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tobehonestifeelcompletelyalone · 6 years

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Angel vs pain pt 1

notes: this was supposed to be one part thing but nooooo… now im going to possibly write sequal to Trading with the death

warnings: death, suicide, drugs, cursing, 2 supernatural references, tell whow many i missedd

words: 2650

summary: Roman is an guardian Angel to signed to man named Virgil who had lived over 8 years in Romero’s mental institution, because he had tried to take his life more times then anyone else. Roman has to make sure Virgil doesnt kill himself and his task becomes lot harder when Roman realizes after a day he has developed feelings for Virgil.

pairings: prinxiety

idea: i was llistening this song https://youtu.be/DocprDR7rRU

Roman Blackburn was woken up by beeping noise. He opened his eyes. His room was filled with red light. He got up fast and pulled first clothes that he could find on. He ran from his room to the hallway. He stretched his arms, legs and wings. He slowly opened his golden wings. His wings were big and golden like every guardian angels. He jumped to the air, but he didn’t come down. He flew straight to the headquarters. The prime guardian angel Jade was already waiting for him.

“Blackburn, good thing you were able to come here so fast. Unfortunately Ferrell has past and you are our only available guardian angel. Her human is in big trouble. He needs someone guarding him all the time. He is badly depressed and he has tried to kill himself already 105 times. I know that’s a lot. Get ready and leave as fast as possible.” Jade said. She looked sad. Roman knew that she and Ferrell had been training together.

“Jade, what happened to Ferrell?” Roman asked. He noticed that Jade wiped tear from her cheek.

“You know that she had been sick for along time. Her sickness finally won.” Jade sighed and Roman walked away. Jade’s secretary gave Roman his new human’s file. I started to read it as he walked back to his room.

Virgil Sanders was sleeping in room that wasn’t his. Room was made only from soft surfaces. Walls were covered, door, table and chair, all made from soft thing. Virgil was sleeping on the floor. On his neck he had long and wide bruise that was already turning into scar. It wasn’t only scar that Virgil had. His hands were full of scars, his neck had already 5 scars and his stomach had big scar. If there was award for those who have tried killing themselves lot of times Virgil would win it. He had tried to kill himself over 100 times. He was locked in Romero’s mental institution, Romero’s insane asylum like Virgil said. Doctors had told him that he might never get out if he wouldn’t take pills they offered him.

It was 8 am and warden Dixon entered room where Virgil was sleeping.

“Sanders, time to get up. Do you want you pills? Are you ready to go back to your room or do you want to stay here?” Dixon said. He looked at Virgil and Virgil noticed that Dixon was pitying him. He got up.

“I’m not going to take my pills. But I’d like to get back to my room” Virgil said. Dixon smiled little bit. They walked together back to Virgil’s own room. After Virgil was send to Romero for 6th and last time Virgil was given the best room from the hospital. He had beautiful view and when sun was setting Virgil always sat down the floor and watched it. Once a week Virgil was send to the safe room. People came and left but Virgil stayed.

Dixon left Virgil to his room. Before closing the door he turned and looked at Virgil for the last time.

“You know Virgil, you have been here longer than I have. I have worked here 5 years and you have been here for 8. I escort you to the safe room every week and offer you pills every day. I see you more then I see my family. Virgil try to get better” Virgil heard pity from Dixon’s voice. Virgil sat down and looked around. Dixon was right. He had been there over 8 years. I didn’t take his medication but he tried. He truly did.

Someone knocked on the door.

“Come in!” Virgil yelled. It wouldn’t mattered if he didn’t answer because they would come in either way. Warden Hart came in with some guy. Virgil noticed that this guy was were good looking. He had beautiful brown hair and the most heart stopping eyes. His eyes were green like grass in the summer. Virgil realized he had stared little bit too long so he turned his eyes back to the window.

“Sanders, this is Roman Blackburn. He is your new roommate.” Hart said. Virgil turned toward her.

“Wait what. What happened to Linda?” Virgil sounded worried, what surprised Roman because he had read file about Virgil. Linda was Virgil’s last guardian angel.

“Well she went passed on her sickness” Hart sounded sad. Virgil didn’t smile. He just said ‘oh’ and Hart left. Roman was standing awkwardly in the middle of room. He had sport bag full of his stuff in his hand. Virgil didn’t say anything a while.

“That closet is yours. So is that bed and pillow and blanket. That chair and table is for both if us. I don’t use it a lot. So you can put your stuff on it too. I only write letters on it.” Virgil said quietly. He laid down to his bed. He looked up to the roof. Roman opened his bag and started to put his stuff to their place. He took golden cross frim his bag and placed it under his pillow. Once in a while he glanced at Virgil.

“So… have you been here for a long time?” He tried, but Virgil didn’t answer. Roman acted like Virgil said something.

“I think you have been here for a long time” He said. He did know that Virgil had been there for over 8 years. He was hospital’s longest patient to not to leave. Roman had to act like he knew nothing from Virgil.

“Is it time for breakfast? I’m kinda hungry” Roman knew that Virgil had passion for food. Virgil got up and without saying a word he led Roman to the cafeteria. Roman didn’t actually have to eat but he knew that Virgil did so he ate too. They sat down together, but Virgil still didn’t say anything. Roman asked lot of questions.

“Sanders! Still here I see. How did you try this time?” Young man with sunglasses walked to Virgil and Roman. He didn’t notice Roman at all. He sat on table and smiled to Virgil. Man noticed bruise on Virgil’s neck.

“Oh, hanging again. Well I think it was time to try that again. I know that wardens make sure you don’t have rope so where did you try to hand yourself?” Man said and Roman thought he was really rude. Virgil surprised him again. Virgil turned towards man.

“Remy, yes I tried hanging myself. To your other question: on tape. Now go and take your meds you are being annoying. No wait, you can’t. so Remy fuck off” Virgil said. Man nodded and ran off.

“Who was that?” Roman asked and Virgil answered him.

“Remy. He is here because of drugs. You?”

“I’m here because of… self-harm” Self-harm that was first thing that came to his mind. He didn’t believe that Virgil would ask that. Virgil lift his other eyebrow, he didn’t believe Roman. Roman realized he had looked for marks to know why he was in here.

“How about you?” Roman tried to change the subject to Virgil.

“If it wasn’t clear, suicidal thoughts and depression and of course my many suicide attempts.” Virgil sounded bored. Soon they got up and walked back to their room. Roman took couple of minutes and suspected this young man who he knew so much about. He knew that when Virgil was out he wore black eyeshadow to look more edgy, now bags under his eyes did that, he wore skinny jeans what were ripped and hoodie that he had made himself. In here he wore still skinny jeans but unbroken ones and basic black hoodie that dint have any stings to it. Virgil wasn’t allowed to wear sneakers that had laces so he wore his Converse sneakers without laces. Roman himself wore basic red t-shirt and white jeans.

They finally came back to their room. Virgil had been quiet all the way back. Roman knew what he was thinking about.

“was she your friend?” Roman asked. Virgil nodded and wiped tear from his eyes.

“She was here almost as long as I was. I have been here for over 8 years she was here for 6,5 years. She was my only friend.” Roman heard sorrow from Virgil’s voice. He didn’t realize why Virgil was so sad. He knew that Linda Ferrell was now in better place.

“Isn’t she in better place now?” Roman asked. He knew that because Linda had been guardian angel she was in the best place possible.

“yea, but she died because of me. I tried killing myself and she found me, again, and as she was saving my life her sickness won. I thought she’s be okay like always but apparently not this time.” Virgil said and he sat on his bed. Roman knew that many guardian angels died saving their humans but he was still shocked. His last human had died, he wasn’t able to save him from old age. Once again they sat quietly. Virgil thought about Linda and maybe he should kill himself today for her. He also thought about his new fellow. Roman had taken Rubik’s cube out from his bag. Virgil took picture from under his pillow. He showed it to Roman.

“You two look happy” Roman said sincerely. In the picture Virgil and Linda were both looking very happy. Virgil was giving Linda little kiss on the cheek. Linda’s eyes were closed and they were apparently sitting on couch that was still in common room. Roman gave Virgil the picture back. Virgil smiled and hided it back under his pillow.

“Why do you hide it?” Roman asked. He had spotted that there were no pictures anywhere.

“We aren’t allowed have pictures. Not even about our families. Wardens say that pictures are reminders and those might convince us to lie about our health. Even I’m not allowed to have one, but old warden Clayton took this picture and gave it to me when he retired. He was here when I first came in and he retired last year” Roman noticed that people did like Virgil a lot. People who suffer do have love surrounding them, sometimes they just don’t see it. Roman started to solve his Rubik’s cube again.

There was a knock on the door. Virgil had closed his eyes, but still he yelled ‘come in’. Warden Dixon came in. He had his clip board in his hands.

“Sanders time for your music therapy. You can join him Blackburn because you haven’t been listed to any therapies yet” Dixon said. Roman noticed that Dixon was really fat man with bolding spot on his head.

Virgil and Roman followed Dixon to the music room. Roman wasn’t expecting to see room full of instruments and big stereos. Virgil gave thin man a nod. Man was like a opposite of warden Dixon. Where Dixon was fat and bolding this man thin and had hair like Rapunzel. Dixon left and thin man smiled to Roman. They shook hands.

“I’m doctor Emile Picani. I come here 3 times a week and have music therapy. We play and listen to music. You are?” Man had really high voice.

“I’m Roman Blackburn. I’m here because I haven’t signed to any therapies and Virgil there is my new roommate.”

“I can hear from your excitement that this is your first time in Romero.” Man smiled and turned around to face other people. He greeted other people and changes couple of words with some.

“Virgil, I heard you tried again. I thought things were going better” Virgil just shrugged his shoulders.

“Remy, you should really stop trying take get pills from the nurses. They know you don’t need any.” Man with sunglasses laughed like dr. Emile Picani had make a joke.

“Lori here again. I thought you got out.” Women started telling long story how she did get out but was send back in because he tried to jump from building. 10 minutes later they finally got to start.

“Today were going to sing some songs. Roman this is your first time so would you like sing a song?” Dr. Picani asked and Roman was eager to sing. He walked to Dr. Picani who showed him list where he’d have to choose a song. Roman pointed a song and dr. Picani looked surprised.

“Okay then. This song is from FireHouse and it’s called Here for you.” Picani pushed play button and song started to play. He gave Roman a microphone. Roman started singing from his heart.

“Everybody needs somebody to help them out and you know I could be that someone” Roman’s singing voice was amazing. He pointed at Virgil and he gave him a little smile. He used his leg like a air guitar like Jensen Ackles.

“I am here for you, always here for you when you're needin' someone to hold you remember I told you I am here for you, I am here for you” Roman finished the song. Virgil had hidden his little smiled behind his sleeve. Everyone else were clapping.

“Thank you Roman. I hope you’ll sign in here, because wow. Well who is next?”

Therapy ended. Virgil and Roman were walking together. Virgil hadn’t sing but Roman had sang 2 other songs. Remy ran and jumped on Virgil. They fell down and Roman stared at them in shock. Virgil was bottom and wasn’t strong enough to push Remy from top of him. Remy took comfortable position. He was lying on Virgil’s back.

“So Roman, what is your deal? Is there someone waiting for you outside?” Remy asked and winked to Roman after he took his sunglasses off. Roman had been looking at Virgil who looked handsome even he was lying on floor under some one, but now he had to look at Remy.

“There is no one waiting for me. But I think I have my eyes already on someone” Roman said and smiled. Remy sighed and turned so his back was on Virgil’s back. Remy was totally a drama queen.

“Is it Virgil? I know it is. He is really handsome, isn’t he. He just won’t go out with me. He doesn’t date anyone, ever. Guess why? Because…” Remy was cut off by Virgil who pulled all of strength together and pushed Remy off him.

“That’s enough” he said and walked away. Remy was baffled on the floor. Roman followed Virgil.

“You’ll go out with me eventually!” Remy yelled behind them but he didn’t sound so sure.

Virgil sat on the floor of their room when Roman entered it. Roman sat on his bed.

“Soooo…. why don’t you date anyone?” Roman wanted really know. He knew that he was an angel but maybe if Virgil had a boyfriend he’s stop trying to kill himself. Virgil thought couple of minutes.

“Because I wanna die. Why on earth I would wanna date someone and break up with them by dying? That is just rude.” Virgil sounded like he knew how it felt. Roman hadn’t seen this in his file.

“You sound like you know how that fells” Roman said. He was able to fell pain that Virgil had felt when he said the next thing.

“My ex, Derek, was narcissistic bastard, who broke up with me by killing himself. And he did that only because he wanted me to suffer. And before you even ask, I know that because he told me.”

After than conversation Roman and Virgil didn’t talk anything until it was time to sleep. Roman had went to dinner but Virgil had been far asleep.

“Good night Roman.” Virgil said. Soon he fell asleep again. Roman was examining Virgil. He looked so peace full and beautiful. Roman putted his head on his pillow and closed his eyes.

30 seconds later Roman sat up fast and gashed in horror. His eyes were wide in shock.

“I have fallen for that human.”

#prinxiety #prinxiety fanfiction #prinxiety fanfic #roman sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #fanders #thomas sanders #sanders sides #deceit sanders #remy sanders #logicality fanfic #fanfic #logicality #logan sanders #logicality fanfiction

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not-close-to-straight · 6 years

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Holy Ground (Spideypool)(Vampire/Priest AU)

Warnings for religion-caused homophobia, internalized homophobia, Vampire!Wade being fairly blasphemous towards traditional religion and uh... well our boys get busy in a place where they shouldn’t get busy. If any of these things are going to offend you, skip this fic.

Anyone who doesn’t have a problem with the above-- enjoy :) Because its honestly a sweet fic and I love it.

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Peter eyed the figure in the second pew uneasily, but tried to go about his usual duties as if he wasn’t bothered by the unblinking gaze and the slight smile that always rested about the mans lips.

It was easier said than done of course, because it was odd enough for anyone to sit and watch the priest throughout the day, but it was odder still for it to be a man who stared so intently.

But to make it all the worse-- Peter, or Father Parker as he was known to his parishioners, knew very well that the man that sat so long without moving, wasn’t a man at all.

He was a supernatural creature, something that belonged in the dark, a spirit, a demon, an entity that had fanged teeth and eyes that flickered red-- a vampire.

“This is holy ground.” Peter had blurted when the vampire had first set foot inside the church. “Holy ground, and you are not welcome. Depart.”

“Not welcome?” the vampire had replied, and smiled slowly as he looked around the sanctuary. “I would beg to differ, seeing as how I cannot enter a place when I am not invited. Someone wants me here.”

“You are not welcome.” Peters voice hadn’t been as firm as he wanted it to be, and the vampire only smiled again, sitting gracefully in the furthest pew from the alter and spreading his hands in a please continue motion.

“I will not trouble you.” he had promised, and he had kept his word, sitting silently day after day, averting his gaze when the parishioners came to pray, slipping out the door during mass and returning as soon as the church was empty again, sitting a row closer to the alter every time he returned, until he sat two pews away and had a perfect view the young priest Father Parker and everything he did.

“Am I bothering you?” he asked politely, when Peter paused for the sixth time in so many minutes, huffing out a breath of annoyance.

“You should not be here.” Peter insisted. “Others are beginning to ask questions about you, and how should I answer them?”

“With the truth?” the Vampire suggested, a teasing lilt to his voice and the priest tugged at his collar uncomfortably.

Interesting.

“I cannot tell the faithful of this village that a demon has taken to sitting in the seats of our church.” Peter shook his head. “They would not believe me, or worse, they would believe me and assume I had invited the abomination. Priests have been killed for less.”

“Abomination?” the Vampire arched an eyebrow. “Demon? Surely you know I am none of those things.”

“You are all of those things and more!” Peter snapped, and the light shifted in the church, the clouds moving across the sun, and the Vampires smooth skin flickered, looking for just a moment as if he was covered in scars, the light eyes darkening to a red--

--and then the light changed again and he was as unsettingly beautiful as always, and Peter tugged at his collar yet again, uncomfortable with the awareness that stirred in him in the Vampire’s presence, uncomfortable with seeing the demon as beautiful, angry with himself for falling into this sin again, this attraction that he had tried to hard to smother.

The Vampire was beautiful, flawless, surrounding by an energy that called Peter closer, his eyes flashing with an interest that kept Peter awake at night, the muscled lines of his body evident even beneath his clothes and oh Peter wanted to touch.

But he shouldn’t. He couldn’t.

Oh he wanted....

“Fret not.” the Vampire said then, head tilted in curiosity as he felt the emotion from the priest change, the hint of annoyance bleeding into panic and desire. “I would not allow them to burn you for inviting something such as myself into your sanctuary.”

“It is not their fire I am concerned with.” Peter muttered under his breath. “But the ones that burn for me in Hell as punishment for--”

“Stop.” the Vampire ordered, and Peter’s mouth snapped shut of its own accord, the creatures power flexing in the air. “You mortals think that your god is so concerned with your attractions? That the immortals would care anything for who you take to bed, and you are wrong. To be a god, to be immortal means to not care for trivial things, not when issues of eternity are at stake. Love who you would, be it the darling girl who makes eyes at you during her prayers, or the man who brings you your firewood. The gods care not.”

“You would dare speak for the Creator?” Peter gasped and the Vampire smiled, slow and easy, wicked teeth glinting in the late afternoon sun.

“Who is to say your Creator does not speak for me?”

“Blasphemy!” Peter shouted. “You should be struck down for such words!”

“If you know of an immortal strong enough to do so--” the Vampire shrugged, and Peter went back to work shaking with anger... and with curiosity over the Vampires words eating away at his soul.

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“Why are you a priest?” the Vampire asked, this time from the seat closest to the alter and Peter hesitated before answering.

“My Uncle perished, and to pay penance, I came to the church to serve.” he said briefly.

“Penance.” the Vampire snorted. “Why?”

“It was my fault he was killed.” Peter was lighting the candles for evening, and paused to send an uncertain look at his guest. “I was... distracted when I should have been paying attention and he was struck down.”

“And how were you distracted?”

“I was...” a flush then, from beneath the priests collar, filling his cheeks. “I was with my lover.”

“A man.” the creature clarified, and Peter hissed at him to be quiet, glancing around the empty sanctuary uncertainly. “There is none here but us, and your secret is assuredly safe with me.” he grinned, baring his fangs at the young man, if only to see him blush again.

“And have you confessed your wrong doing? Begged your Creator to absolve you of the sin of simply loving another person?”

Peter only looked at him, then looked away. “All the confessions in the world will not absolve my guilt.”

“Hm.” The Vampire nodded. “I see.”

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“Do you have a name?” Peter asked, sometime later, days and weeks and months after the vampire had first set foot in the church. “It couldn’t be harmful to know your name after all this time?”

“I will tell you my name.” the Vampire nodded. “If you will give me yours.”

“My name is Peter.” he said after a long moment. “Peter Parker.”

“Peter.” the Vampires voice deepened and Peter shivered, not sure he would ever get used to the way the Vampire spoke, the way he seemed to croon his words. “You may call me Wade.”

“Wade?” Peter repeated, then sucked in a quick breath when the Vampire stood to his feet, suddenly much closer to him than he had realized, nearly looming into his space, taller than Peter had realized, bigger than he had realized, a scent of wind surrounding him, something electric in the air that could only be the Vampires power flexing around them.

“Peter.” the Vampire crooned, and then there were cool fingers on Peters cheek, a hand at his waist, and he had just the briefest glimpse of fangs as Wade leaned close to say into his ear, “Now I know your true name, as you know mine, and we hold a power over one another, do we not?”

“Was it my sin that allowed you entrance to the church?” Peter whispered, reaching out and touching the Vampires Wades shirt, curling his fingers in the soft linen. “Is it because of me?”

“Not your sin.” Wade shook his head. “Your heart.”

“My-my heart?”

“I can hear how hard it beats for me.” Wade moved closer without seeming to take a step at all, and suddenly Peter was pressed up against the railing that separated them from the altar, his eyes wide as his back arched, and he couldn’t stop the moan that broke from his throat when Wade slid even closer, lining their hips up and rocking against him suggestively.

“I can feel how badly you want--” lips on Peter’s skin and he tightened his hold on Wade’s shirt. “--how badly you want to be free, to lose yourself so you don’t hurt anymore, how much you need something more than what you have.”

“Im--Im happy as a priest.” Peter stammered, and his eyes slammed shut against the prick of teeth over his pulse.

“No you aren’t.” Wade shook his head, slid his palm up to Peters throat and hummed over the desperate little gasp the beautiful boy made. “Otherwise you wouldn’t have invited me in, would you?”

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Peter sat himself shakily in the confessional, crossing himself and holding his rosary tight as he shut the door, sealing himself off from the sanctuary.

It was just after Mass, and Wade hadn’t returned yet, so Peter thought it safe to confess, safe to speak of his feelings, even if there wasn’t another priest to hear it.

“Forgive me Father.” he whispered, closing his eyes as he knelt. “Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned and it has been...far too many days since my last confession.”

Silence in the other booth, because Peter was the only one in the church, and the silence bolstered his courage, even though he kept his voice quiet. The confessional was nearly sound proof, with thick walls and a heavy door, but one could never be too sure if anyone was listening.

So he softened his tone and clenched his fists-- “I am conflicted. I am torn. I should not feel the things I do, but I cannot stop them. I have repented and turned from my ways and now there is another who tempts me more than I have ever been tempted before. He says that our Creator would not care who I love, and yet I have heard my entire life that how I feel is sinful and I cannot keep myself from---”

Peter took a deep breath. “I do not want to keep myself from wanting...him. When he touches me, it does not feel wicked. When he smiles at me, it is as if I am singing hymns. And his lips--” another breath, this one entirely unsteady. “his lips-- I want--”

“Peter.”

“Wade!” Peter blurted, hating the jolt of desire that burned through him, and reveling in it all at the same time. “You cannot be in here! A confession is personal between a soul and the Creator and--”

“Peter.” Wade said again, and through the lattice separating the confessional booth, Peter could see his eyes burning an unholy red, teeth glinting in the low light, the scars of a thousand years flickering under his skin as the vampire tried to control his glamour.

“Oh god.” Peter whimpered over the display, and Wade’s hand lifted, the lattice smoking hot then burning away entirely, leaving nothing but air between them. “Wade--”

“On your knees.” Wade growled, and Peter felt the compulsion push through the words then recede as if Wade had wanted to compel him, then changed his mind, leaving Peter the choice to say no.

As if Peter would say no.

“On your knees as if you are properly penitent.” Wade repeated and Peter dropped to the floor of the confessional obediently, his eyes were wide, his mouth open, already swaying towards Wade, his fingers twitching out to touch.

“Where do you go during Mass?” Peter managed without taking his gaze from Wade’s hand as he loosened the ties of his trousers. “Where do you go?”

“I need to feed, to drink.” Wade pushed his pants down his thighs and Peter moaned a little helplessly when the vampire lifted his cock, heavy and thick to his lips. “Even though I would stop going out to search for a meal, if you would offer me your neck, offer me your body.”

Peter swallowed hard, flicked his tongue out to taste. “And my soul? What about that?”

“Your soul is yours to own.” Wade murmured, and smoothed a thumb over Peters cheek as perfectly sweet red lips opened to take him further. “And yours to give.”

Peter slid his palm down his own aching cock, tilted his head back and groaned hungrily when Wade slide his hand into his hair, holding him tight, holding him still as he fed more of his length into the warm, willing mouth.

“I would sell my soul all over again to have this for eternity.” Wade murmured when he had finished and spilled over Peters tongue and down his throat. “Those who would say this is sin, will never know how close we come to holy together.”

Peter didn’t answer, only let his eyes drift shut in bliss as he licked his fingers clean.

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Wade bit Peter for the first time lying on the cot in the rectory, the small room that served as Peter’s living quarters in the church.

He lay the young priest out beneath him, tore the white collar from his shirt and stabbed his teeth into Peter’s neck, muffling the scream of pleasure and pain with one hand, keeping Peter still with the other.

Peter writhed on the cot beneath him, dragging his nails down Wade’s back to his ass and lifting his hips pleadingly, groaning in relief when Wade lay against him and they could rub together.

“Please.” he panted. “Please more--”

“Settle.” Wade whispered and licked the bite mark to seal it shut. “Too much and you will be lost.”

“Lost like this is better than how I was lost before.” Peter rolled his hips eagerly. “Please.”

“Settle.” Wade said again, his eyes glinting red. “Another time.”

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Another time was the very next day, and then a few days after that, and then almost every day for a week, and now, another time was today, with Peter shoved up against the wall of the sanctuary, the light from the stained glass windows filtering down and over their bodies.

Here the lines of the window panes looked like cracks against Wade’s skin and when Peter reached out he could feel the roughness with his fingertips.

“Why the scars?” he asked and Wade wedged closer to him, pushing him harder into the wall, lifting the clerical robes until he could get his hands on Peter’s slim thighs, shoving the cap from Peters head so he could bury his nose in the thick hair.

“Why the scars?” Peter asked again as Wade forced his head to the side, fangs scraping his skin.

“A millennia of sin.” Wade muttered, lapping over Peter’s pulse, a low growl rumbling in his throat as he heard the priests heart rate pick up. “A millennia of sin is shown on my body, my own penance for eternal life.”

“Eternal?” Peter tried to quiet his gasp when Wades teeth pierced his skin, the initial point of pain swallowed by the heat that raced through through his veins, the way his muscles went lax in Wade’s arms, how every bit of sensation narrowed to the pull of Wade’s tongue in his neck, and the hard cock pressing between his legs.

“Eternal.” Wade said when he lifted his head and crushed their mouths together, letting Peter lick the blood from his lips and tongue. “Does that frighten you?”

Peter blinked up at him with dilated eyes, already leaning in for another kiss, blood in the corner of his mouth and legs tightening around Wade’s waist. “You don’t frighten me.”

Wade shifted beneath him, loosening his pants to free his cock, and shoved deep inside Peter in an easy slide, reseating himself where he had been only hours before, when he had bent Peter over a pew of the church and taken him hard enough to leave bruises, using his power to hold the doors of the church shut lest anyone came knocking, and when the priest had cried out for him, cursing in Latin and begging for Wade to let him finish--

--the Vampire had sank his teeth into Peter’s neck and drank deep, letting blood tinted sweet by their love flow over his tongue and into his very soul.

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“I am doomed for this.” Peter said, weeks later as they lay in the rectory together, the church quiet after evening mass, the candles extinguished and the last parishioner sent home with blessings. “Does this mean my prayers are for nought? The absolution I give during confessional, is it null? Are their souls to be punished because I am wicked?”

“You are not wicked.” Wade denied. “Love is not wicked.”

“Love.” Peter tucked his face into Wade’s chest, feeling the scars that were ever present beneath the Vampires glamour. The skin was flawless, but just beneath the surface was bumps and ridges, rough patches that scraped against his palms. “Is that what this is?”

“Do you not love me?” Wade tugged the collar from Peters shirt, tossed it on the ground to bare Peter’s neck, admiring the bite marks near the curve of his collarbone. “Are you not mine?”

“Is it love if I belong to you?” Peter questioned, sitting up and staring down at the vampire. “Is it truly faith if I only believe because I am afraid of the hell fires? Because I have given into my lust, am I sentenced to an eternity of damnation? Is my sin with you so much worse than the baker engaging in adultery with the seamstress? Or the miller, who lusts after his own brothers wife?”

“Why the questions?” Wade squinted at him. “Peter, why--”

“I would rather eternity with you--” Peter traced the lines of a scar he couldn’t see. “--collecting scars for my sins, than an eternity away from you, paying for these brief moments of--”

He stopped, stared into Wade’s eyes until they darkened to red, a growl from the vampires throat, possessive hands on his back and waist.

“these brief moments of love.” he finished. “Will you have me? Can I be yours?”

“What about your family?” Wade asked, even as he stroked over the light bruise on Peters neck, red eyes lit with longing. “The guilt over your Uncle? You congregation here?”

“I have no more family.” Peter answered slowly. “And I will not pay penance any longer for something I could not have prevented, whether I was present or not. And my congregation, the faithful in this village, deserve more than a priest who has no wish to be here.”

“And you would be mine?” Wade pressed. “An eternity?”

“Yes.” Peter nodded, trembling a little when Wade held him tighter. “Yes. An eternity.”

Wade leaned up and kissed him sweetly, gently, with all the tenderness he could manage. “This is not an easy life.”

“Neither is this one.” Peter countered and Wade smiled, fangs lengthening and sharpening.

“And eternity with my priest? How intriguing.”

“Perhaps we shouldn’t do...this... on holy ground.” Peter whispered uncertainly and Wade shook his head.

“To be with the one you love is divine, and the immortals know this more than anyone.” Wade brought their mouths together one more time. “Everywhere we are is holy ground.”

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The disappearance of Father Parker from the church was talked about for a long time afterwards, how one day the priest had been smiling and greeting them with blessings for Mass, and the next he was simply... gone... and the stranger that had sat in the church for so many months was gone as well.

There were whispers of course, that the priest had run off with the stranger, that the young man with nearly sinful lips had fallen that way and fled rather than be put to death for his inclinations.

There was a bloodstain on the floor of the rectory, not enough to make anyone assume the priest had been murdered, but suspicious none the less, and the rumours changed then that the mysterious man had killed the young priest, and buried his body somewhere to avoid capture.

The confessional booth had been vandalized, the lattice that separated the priest from the penitent torn away, and there were score marks on the altar that looked like nails had ripped through the gold but that was-- that was preposterous.

The new priest-- Father Murdock-- was well spoken and literate, happy to not only do his church duties, but also to sit in in the village trials and act as a lawyer for those accused. His blindness did not seem to hamper him in anyway, and many parishioners felt more comfortable in confession knowing that priest couldn’t see them at.

All was well.

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“Whats wrong?” Wade picked up Peter’s hand and sucked two of his fingers deep into his mouth with a low moan, letting his fangs scrape over Peter’s knuckles. “Why are you upset?”

“Im not upset.” Peter smiled, heat curling through him at the feel of Wade’s teeth on his skin.

“You were frowning.” Wade pushed Peter’s slick hand down to his trousers and Peter laughed then, sweet and carefree, his eyes lighting with happiness.

It had been almost instant, the change in the priests demeanor once they had left the village. He had gone from soft spoken and sad to laughing every day, from guilty over his Uncles death to realizing it was out of his control, from thinking he needed to pay penance for every one of their kisses, to seeking Wade out, pressing their bodies together and shoving the vampire down to the ground, or into a wall, or onto a bed, or just down to his knees whenever he wanted.

Peter laughed now, often and readily, a surprising sense of humour and bend towards sarcasm and vulgarity coloring his words. He was fascinated by Wade’s stories, thrilled by the feel of the chase as they hunted together, sated on the blood they shared, and willingly curled up in Wade’s arms every night, no matter where they found themselves.

It was perfect.

“Why were you frowning?” Wade asked again, and Peter laughed at him again.

“I was frowning because I still have gold under my nails!” he showed Wade his free hand, the specks of gold visible under the fingernail.

“You shouldn’t have held on so tight.” Wade teased.

“You shouldn’t have fucked me over an altar!” Peter snarked back. “I’m still shocked we weren’t struck by lightning!”

“What did I tell you?” Wade yanked him close then, burying his fingers in Peters thick hair, bumping their noses together. “Whether it is against an altar, on the floor of the church, beneath the night sky-- everywhere we are is holy ground. No immortal will strike us down for our love. To love is divine, and in itself, something of worship.”

“I never knew that a creature of the night could be so romantic.” Peter said softly and Wade bent down to kiss him.

“I have had a millennia to perfect my charm.” he said sweetly. “And now you have a millennia to swoon before it.”

“Im sure I will be overcome.” Peter promised, and this time when he smiled, fangs peeked out from beneath his lips, his eyes shading red.

“Beautiful.” Wade growled, and turned his head so Peter could bite him, shuddering at the first sharp pinch, then groaning as pleasure poured through him. “Mine for an eternity.”

“Yours.” Peter whispered. “For an eternity.”

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