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wonsohl · 8 months

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hii do you think you cld write abt gunwook ? maybe smth like popular!gunwook and shy!reader in a school setting

also, i rlly enjoyed ur yujin imagines! they're so adorable

omg! ofcc , recently gunwook has been biasing me lately after kcon 😭😭! thank you for the compliment abt my yujin imaginess <3 ! tbh i didn't know how succesful it would bee

young love 🫂 - p.gw

PAIRINGS: popular!gw + shy!freader

it was winter. your favourite time of the year - not just because it was the season of your birthday but because you loved christmas and the traditions of the mistletoe at school.

your school recently (by recently you mean 4 years ago) started this thing were they would leave mistletoes around school.

at first it was very controversial but they made it rule that you don't have to partake in the tradition if you didn't want to.

most people didn't because half of the boys in your school were ugly and smelt like canned fish.

however if they did wanna kiss someone, it would've been the f9.

f9? basically the most handsome, jaw-dropping, extravagant, elegant, heart-beating boys ever to be seen.

you had the 3seniorz - aka : sung hanbin & zhanghao from class one with kim jiwoong in class two

then you had the musicianz - aka : seok matthew & kim taerae from class one

and then finally the coocooz - aka : shen ricky, kim gyuvin , han yujin and your beloved park gunwook.

pretty much every sane girl in your school had a crush on them because who wouldnt?

the f9s pretty much run the school, if they ask someone to do something they would.

one time ricky asked a girl a year above him to buy him something from the school store, she bought the whole store for him.

another time taerae asked a girl to get his guitar from the music room, she got his guitar with the rest of the music room on her back.

so you could tell that these boys had every girl wrapped around their fingers ,

including you.

but no one knew of course.

you barely talked in lesson and never raised your hand and on top of that you sat the middle row in lessons and would always leave a sticky note on the teacher's desk ever day to remind her that you were in so she didn't need to call out your name.

and thats how you lived for pretty much all 3 years of highschool until today.

you made your way to your homeroom with your headphones in and got a sticky note from your bag to put it on the teacher's desk and plotted your bag on your chair.

whilst returning to your chair, you realised that someone must of forgotten their cleaning duty yesterday and forgot to clean your desk.

their was pen marks everywhere and gum under the table.

you sighed heavily, but too heavily so no one else knew your dissapointment. you were about to go to the toilet to get some tissue when your phone started ringing.

it was inhee your bestfriend

'Y/N!!' said inhee through her phone speaker ruining your eardrums forgetting that you were on speaker everyone in your class looks at you.

you smile back awkwardly and dash out the class room.

'omg inhee! you dont need to shout my name at 8:03 am in the morningg" you said complaing about your friends behaviour

'oh im sorry miss l/n but apprently seola from our class got a mistletoe with ricky! '

' WHAT?? damm she's so lucky! '

' I KNOW RIGHTT THAT'S WHAT I WAS SAYINGG ' says inhee and then for the next five minutes of your call inhee was complaining about how it should've been her instead of seola.

'ME AND RICKY HAVE FIRE AND WATER SIGNS WE ARE LITCH SOULMATES'

'okok i get your pointt~. it's not that deep its only a kiss he probably doesn't feel anything for her anyway.

'after all he is a player but that doesn't mean anything! i have been waiting for my first kiss to be ricky just to be knocked off by son seola who is a complete copy of me :>'

'inhee its just a one time thing, you can make a move to him on the last day of school or something'

'ONE TIME THING?'

she said again, at this point you thought she was intentionally trying to publicly embarrass you infront of everyone as well as make you deaf.

'inhee enough with this yelling over a boy! its not even past 9 am yett'

'well this boy is my lifeline, soulmate, couple, future hubby, fiance he is like my everything! he means the whole world to me just like gunwook means to you silly!'

gunwook. gun wook . park gunwook.

you loved his name.

you loved they way he talked .

you love his visuals.

most of all you loved his smile.

'yeah but gunwook is different - first of all he is not rich and spoilt , second of all he is classprezz and is not a player'

' okay but imagine if you got a mistletoe with him! like that would be so cute!'

'with who? gunwook' you scoff at her words.

'gunwook is way out of my league, i would never get mistletoe with him and that's how i like it and i wanna keep it that way for th-'

your phone fell out of your hand skidding across the marble floor of your school hallway.

you pick your self up and run to get it but another hand it there before you.

you look up to see gunwook.

'oh my god' you thought.

eugh this was so cliche for this to happen.

but even through those thoughts, you and him still kept eye contact

'ay gunwook did you get the homework for-

OMG YOU GOT A MISTLETOEE'

you look behind gunwook's broad shoulders to see his friend gyuvin running towards him whilst pointing up towards the ceiling.

and follow his fingers to see the mistletoe right above your head with you and gunwook

'BRO YOU GOTTA GIVE HER A KISS - A RICKY COME HERE GUNWOOK GOT A MISTLETOE'

'GUNWOOK HAS TO GIVE HER A KISSY WISSY OOOO~'

you look back to gunwook eyes as he meets you with an awkward smile after he elbowed gyuvin in his ribcage.

'you don't have to kiss me! it's j-just a tradition' you say excusing yourself slowly.

then all of a sudden gunwook holds you by your shoulder and mouths sorry before pulling you in for a kiss.

your lips clash onto eachother as you close your eyes not knowing how to react and slowly losen up to his touch.

those seconds then feel like minutes which feel like hours the kiss breaks up and you suddenly realise where you are.

you look around to see a whole entire crowd has formed around you two with phones everywhere.

you obviously freak out and gunwook being the man he is he drags you through the crowd and brings you too your class.

'thank you' you say smiling back with a bow

he laughs abit which make you feel embarrassed but he reassures you.

'it's ok, you looked so cute when you tried leave because i knew you liked me' he says giggling with his dimples showing.

your cheeks instantly flush and laugh back.

the bell rings meaning you have to go back to your seat and gunwook looks at his watch.

'ill get going now but if you want i can take you out for some ice cream later'

you nod back with a smile going back to your seat whilst inhee runs through your homeroom door slamming it against the wall.

'y/n. tell. me. everything.'

#zerobaseone #boys planet 999 #park gunwook #gunwook imagines #zerobaseonefics #zb1 scenarios #zb1 imagines

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midnightfire830 · 3 months

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Asylum

so are cups n mugs with the questers rn?, and if so what do they think about the wild cup, does cups ever get blackouts?, if you were to list off mental illnesses from cups what would they be, is cups only nice to mugs and literally rabid to everyone else?, is there a cure for cupheads wildness, has cuphead ever actually been to an asylum?, does cups ever experience self loathing or self hate?, does cuphead have medication he takes just to stay sane?, is cuphead even sane?, has cuphead ever been in isolation?, what does cannikan think about his son being like his, does cannikan even know?

Lost toys

So how exactly does everything work?, do the toys have to eat?, does it kinda work like toy story?, for example, the toys could be doin something and someones like “hey andys comin” and then everybody just goes limp, or do the toys have theyre own domain where they exist, or is it kind of like that one tayo the bus movie (i forgor his name T-T), like the humans that own the toys somehow throw them away or lose them some how and they end up in a world with other lost toys like them, what are each of the questers roles?, are there any legos? (Dumb ahh question i know😭), is everything made out of wood and plastic?, what type of toys have theyre faces painted on?, do the toys need to eat?c like toy food or sumthin?, are there any toxic things the toys need to avoid?, like for example acid or soda.. (the soda gets everything all sticky😭)

Angel blood

I think remember you sayin they have some kinda psychic abilities (i thinj), like mugman can do what alice does and feel emotions, and cuphead could see the future, what is the limitation for mugmans ability to sense emotions, can he sense bloodlust or jealousy?, can mugman sense when someone is depressed, or have any mental illness related to emotions?, what was mugman like during the love of tainted bacon chapter?, was he any different?, now for cuphead, could cuphead see when his heart was about to be pulled out of his chest?, if so did he do anything to avoid it?, what are cupheads coping mechanisms for seeing into the future?, if cuphead sees anything important, does he write it down?, could cuphead be able to control it if he worked hard enough?

Ghost

If cuphead was in ghost form would he be able to posses things and people kinda like chalice in TCS?,what would cannikan think,if cuphead could, could he posses the devil?,I remember you tellin me that cuphead had no limits to flying so he could be in like outerspace or sumthin, but in human form could cuphead potentially survive out there?, does cuphead need food?, how fast can cuphead fly?, if cuphead flew out of the earth than put of orbit and THEN out of the galaxy, if he kept flying could he technically fly to another multiverse?

Mermaid

Do the questers just live in an open ocean or is there a civilization of mer people?, if you were to measure any of the questers to an average sized human being, what would be the difference in height?, what kind of fish are they based on?, could they go to the mariana trench?, or how far can they go down?, what are theyre life spans?, can they breath on land and on water?, if any of the questers were to eat human food, what would they be able to eat and not be able to eat?, can any of the questers get legs?, how far away from mainland do the questers live?, if you were to take each quester, how valuable would their scales be? (Or atleast for the ones that do have scales)

Other questions unrelated to aus

I have alot of aus that are unshared, uhhh what would be a good way to get people interested in them?, and what are your human quester headcanons

(Yes im listening to the intense voice of hatsune miku and eating pizza while writing these paragraph long questions)

/lh /t ^^

I’ll answer a couple from each. You’re welcome to re-ask any that I dont answer if you’d like.

Asylum:

If you were to list off mental illnesses from Cups what would they be?

- Cup doesnt exactly have a mental illness. Moreover the demon blood incident took a harder toll against him and he has a way harder time coping and adjusting to it. The main things being he’s a lot more emotionally volatile and unstable. He’s generally in his right mind from day to day. Just if you get him angry and upset he’s quicker to go into a rampage and those rampages last long. And in general he’s WAAAYYYYYY moodier.

Does Cuphead have medications he takes just to stay sane?

- No medications as of yet. If he WERE then maybe anti-depressants or something to treat anxiety. To help with mood swings and regulating his emotions a bit. But those didn’t exist in the 1920s. They were introduced in the medical field in the 50s. And even then, back in the 20s they didn’t have a good understanding of mental illness. Literally people were put in asylums for having ADHD. So. No. No medications. Or official clinical “treatment” outside of what Flug, Hat, and the Devil did to help.

Lost Toys:

So how does everything exactly work? . . . Does it kinda work like Toy Story?

- Pretty much the thing you said “That one Tayo the bus movie”. You know those stories parent’s tell their children when a pet dies? That they went to a farm or something or a better place to make the child feel better? A way for them to cope? That’s a similar idea that I’m going for. The AU is in a child’s imagination. And it’s their favorite toys going to a magical forest where other lost or forgotten toys go to live in the woods together.

What type of toys have their faces painted?

- Cuphead, mugman, Cala, boris, bendy, holly, and Alice have painted on faces. In a sense.

Angel Blood:

What was Mugman like during the tainted love of bacon chapter?

- Well leading up to the love spell mugs wasnt reacting all that well to the experiments. Trying not to get sick and probably had to sit back a few times. So either he wasn’t there for the love spell or he was still under its effect but didn’t care enough to notice the emotions going on around him. Though it was definitely a LOT. Afterwards tho he’d feel very VERY sick.

What are Cuphead’s coping mechanisms for seeing in the future? If he sees something important, does he write it down?

- He keeps a ‘dream journal’ of sorts in his pocket. He doesnt always write every vision he gets but ones that feel important to him or significant he notes down.

Ghost:

In human form could Cuphead potentially survive out there?

- He couldn’t survive in human form out in space. He’d die of suffocation and prolly extreme temperatures and whatever other stardust is out there

Does Cuphead need food?

- Yes He needs food for energy to sustain his body and soul. Even if he were to stay in his ghost form he’d still loose energy and eventually die.

Mermaid:

- So, a bit on the world building:

Short answer: both.

Long answer: the questers live a nomadic lifestyle (no permanent housing, a lot of traveling, etc) Living that kind of lifestyle is very normal for young adult merfolk. Once they get older they leave their families and go off on their own. Start their own pods, explore the world, and figure themselves out. It’s waaayyy more dangerous that way, especially for lone travelers and children. Which is why they usually stick together in groups. From there when they start their own families or get on in their years some decidedly settle down in more permanent housing. And some stay on the nomadic lifestyle. It’s up to preference.

But there are merman civilizations that exist. Most popular being the lost city of Atlantis. It used to be a kingdom on the surface before it fell into the sea. The humans inhabiting it all died out and merfolks moved in. Fixing it up and making it their own. The lost city is now the equivalent to a large city and it’s highly populated by merpeople.

What kind of fish are they based on?

- Ok. Cuphead is a Lionfish, Mugman is a Blue African Peacock Cichlid or and Electric Blue Hap (I can’t tell the difference. They might be the same things I’m not sure), Bendy is a sea monster, his design is based off of the Pixar movie Luca, Boris is a Great White Shark, Felix is a Black Axolotl, Holly is a Yellow Seahorse, and Alice is a White Opal Betta!

I’ll answer a 3rd cuz im obsessed with merman atm

How far away from the mainland do the questers live?

- It varies. But they usually stick kinda close to the mainland rather than far out in the open like most merfolk. They hang out especially along the southern eastern coast of the US in the coral reefs. Like around the Bahamas off the coasts of Florida, Cuba, Puerto Rico, and the Dominican Republic. But they travel other places when they want. Especially for their work, or if they need things that you can only buy in major civilizations.

And a good way to get people interested in your AUs?

Honestly? Just share content. Frequently post art, tease fun things, interact with people in comments or reblogs as much as possible and make as many friends as possible. Build up a community. It’s really, really slow progress. Almost painfully slow. But in the end its worth it.

Have fun! Thanks for the ask!!!

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teecupangel · 10 months

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So i got a AC x Venom/Marvel crossover idea that ive been toying around with recently that i wanted to share:

So the reason that Symbiotes dont work so well with bonding is mostly the whole "We need to eat brains to live" thing clashes with most superhero morals, but Assassin's kill all the time so that could be a match made in heaven?

So, we could do this 2 ways: 1) is that desmond gets a symbiote when he and Lucy break out of Abstergo. Desmond stepped in some weird white and red goo, but with Lucy running ahead he couldnt really spare a thought to it. So, when he gets shoved in the trunk he gets to bond with the symbiote. Its a misfit just like him, completely alone in a world where you cant tell anyone who you truly are for fear of being discovered/abandoned/abused. So why not be misfits together? Desmond gets major flak for being such a chocolate addict, but hes losing hus mind over here so he gets his chocolate. He doesnt tell anyone about his friend until the templars show up and he and symbiote goes on an all you can eat buffe to everyones horror.

Or 2) where Desmond's body is recovered by Abstergo and during a containment breach a symbiote gets to his body and revives it(Isu bullshit FTW!) and goes on a rampage before dissapearing. Until Erudito gets a call on the emergency line from someone claiming to be Desmond.

Thoughts & Notes:

I imagine the symbiote to kinda look like Carnage & Anti-Venom, mainly being white with red details: his fingers are blood red that fade into black the closer to the hand you get until the black bleeds to the white in the middle of the fore-arms(the legs are the same). Instead of the spider symbol on the chest and back, he has the AC logo.

In option 1, idk what name would fit the symbiote, but in nr.2 id defo say they would name themselves Revenge for what Abstergo did to them.

Desmond would at first have issues eating people, but the symbiote does need it to live and if they stick to Templars and bad guys hes happy, so eh. Just make it a quick and clean kill, its the assassin way.

Idk how the others would really react really, but Bill would defintly go "This we can use, you are the perfect Assassin now", much to Desmonds frustration. Does Bill even see him as his son anymore?

Im all out of ideas now, what do you think? ^^

The origin of the Symbiote can be:

If we’re sticking to keep this as a Marvel/Venom/Spider-Man crossover, the Symbiote keeps its Marvel origin

If we’re keeping this contained into AC world, we can morph the Symbiote into a failed Isu experiment. In this route, the Symbiote could have been a failed plan to create an armor that can withstand the Solar Flare. It gained sentient due to some sort of Solar Flare-induced mechanical failure in its containment or lab and it spent centuries being alone until Abstergo got it.

Regardless of which route we choose, the idea would be: In Abstergo’s hands, it was studied and experimented on without realizing it was sentient which meant Abstergo was hurting it without realizing it.

This way the symbiote would have a reason to hate Abstergo and the Templar Order.

Or, you know, he could just like Desmond and be like “I like you so I’ll eat them.” kind of deal.

Another way that can be a combination of Way 1 & 2, Desmond got the symbiote when he returned to Rome to rescue Bill.

During the chase and ‘fight’ scene between Desmond and Cross, Cross could have accidentally shot the symbiote’s container and Desmond stepped on it in his mad dash to take down Cross as soon as possible.

The symbiote only started talking to him once he’s back in the Grand Temple and he believes it’s a more severe version of the Bleeding Effect first.

Actually…

Regardless of which Way we go for, Desmond wouldn’t immediately believe that he has a symbiote. He would cling to Lucy’s words that he’s hallucinating thanks to the Bleeding Effect and he would think the symbiote is more or less his mind trying to keep him sane by creating a weird sorta-not-sorta-shapeless being that seemed to be a mirror image of himself: completely alone in a world where he cannot tell anyone who he truly was for fear of being discovered, abandoned and/or abused.

The first time the symbiote would make itself known to everyone would be either from a battle with Abstergo (for Way 1 &2) or to actually protect Desmond from the device’s recoil because, while it cannot take the full brunt of the Solar Flare, the device’s recoil? Yeah, could totally do that.

Other Unorganized Notes:

I’m kinda imagining the Assassin insignia to start out more like ink blots with small veins stretched outward and the more Desmond and the symbiote ‘connect’, the more the Assassin insignia becomes clearer until the ink blots disappear but it’s an Assassin insignia that has small vein-shaped lines stretching outward.

I kinda like the idea that the symbiote’s name would be connected to either having an Assassin as its host or eagles in general. On the top of my head: Revenge (like you explained), Soar (which gives us a chance to make a lame joke of someone mishearing it as “Sore”), Flight, Leap, Hidden… or, you know, we can go for “Assassin” because no one can think of a better name or even “Bleed” because sometimes the symbiote suit looks like it’s bleeding and as a reference to the wrong idea they have that this might have been some kind of genetic mutation caused by the Bleeding Effect.

Shaun and Rebecca would freak out (Lucy too if we’re setting this in a timeline where the symbiote’s connection to Desmond made him stop before he stabbed Lucy) but they’d try to understand. Shaun would definitely be more on the side of poking it to see what it does because his self-preservation flipflop a lot while Rebecca is more worried about its effect on Desmond’s overall health in general.

Bill would definitely go “we can use this” the first time he heard of it then ask if Desmond’s alright later but, by then, the damage has been done. Even if Bill is genuine in his concern, Desmond don’t fucking care anymore.

The symbiote is the easiest way to stop Desmond’s Bleeding Episodes although it also likes to talk to his Bleeds. Altaïr finds it fascinating. Ezio is wary of it. Ratonhnhaké:ton just talks to it normally although there’s a hint of cautiousness in his tone.

It would be funny if the symbiote starts Bleeding Desmond’s ancestors once they reached a certain ‘connection level’ but instead of its personality being overwritten by the Bleed, it’s like the symbiote creates another ‘head’ to house the Bleed instead. This turns out to be the best way to keep Desmond from Bleeding but they can’t control who Bleeds, him or the symbiote… not yet anyway.

#it was meant to be symbiote focused #but i accidentally added the bleeding effect #sorry about that #shaun and rebecca are trying to be supportive #but they’re worried #super worried #so if you want desmond to go rogue #this is an easy setup to do it #just make desmond feel their worry and misunderstand it as distrust for him #not the symbiote #and not believing him #when he says he’s fine and this is a good thing #ask and answer #assassin's creed #desmond miles #fic idea: assassin's creed #fic idea: venom

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starseungs · 1 year

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➳ romeo and juliet is so overrated. lf

• pairing: lee felix x gn!reader (ft. kim seungmin)

blind dates are shit. and yet you're still roped into one by your wonderful mother who can't wait for you to experience "true romance." but what happens if you end up getting a second date? except its not with who your mom set you up with.

• genre: fluff, humor (romcom?), blind date au, strangers to lovers — 5.2k words

• warnings: mentions of food, blind date gone wrong, first date awkwardness, minor cursing, story is not actually inspired by romeo and juliet (incase the title gives off otherwise)

• note: this is in the same universe as this seungmin fic i also wrote! you can go read that after if you'd like, but this was mainly written as a stand alone, so its not going to affect too much if you decide not to^^ also this was a pain to proofread cz my laptop kept freezing- if theres any mistakes im sorry 💀

Blind dates are shit.

That was a motto you lived and breathed by—a belief you were very sure you'd end up taking to the grave. That's how much you detested the concept.

But like any sane person, you had a reason as to why attending a blind date was the last thing you'd ever want to do on a particularly good night—a time you could have used to relax from working the entire week. First of all, you'd much rather go on a date with someone you already knew. It saves the time normally spent trying to converse about the basics using small talk (you'd rather get to the more important topics, please.) And second of all—

—It never worked out for you.

Okay, maybe the second reason accounted for the bigger percentage of why you hated the process of blind dates so much, but who could blame you? Every blind date you've had so far has been either an "I'd-rather-not-experience-romance-in-my-life-anymore" bad, or good but with a catch that immediately turns you off. The only time the match you got vibed well with your standards, it turned out that they were already interested in someone else and were just forced on the date by their pushy mother.

Talk about relatable.

See, as much as you hated blind dates, your mother loved them to oblivion. The woman who birthed you was very determined to snatch you a person that would finally turn your "monochrome-painted single life" into one that had a significant other in it and give you a chance to finally experience bursts of color (her words, not yours.) The whole deal sounded like it came straight out of a fantasy book, one that had the concept of soulmates in it. Sometimes you wondered if she was doing all this so that she could finally leave you in the responsibility of someone else. Granted, you also did know the actual reason she desperately yearns to get you married soon was because apparently their children's lives were her friend group's only source of entertainment.

So when your mother called you out of the blue one night, telling you she'd gone ahead and set up a blind date with you and this other lady that she met in the market's son, you weren't anywhere near surprised. At that point, this was merely another normal day for you. Which was why, like an obedient child, you agreed ever so soullessly, just wanting to get the situation over with as soon as possible. If you had your way, you would have wished for nothing more than to laze on the couch with your roommate Seungmin, trying to watch whatever Netflix had to offer for this bleak afternoon.

But you couldn't—which resulted in you glaring heavily at the guy comfortably melted on your shared couch. He looked like he had not one care in the world, something you could probably trade your precious trinket collection for. "I hate you so much," you whined in defeat, pacing near the kitchen. "Why can't you go instead of me?"

Seungmin scoffed lightly in the background. "Yeah, right. Not interested," he shifted his position to make eye contact with your distressed form, "Just don't go? The world seems to give you bad dates anyway, so why not take fate's obvious advice and stop attending them?"

"But my mom would be so mad! It's also rude for me to stand the guy up after I said I would go…" Your roommate muttered something under his breath, but you had other things to worry about than what you would have guessed were his complaints about your indecisiveness. The date was set for two hours from now, and you haven't even stepped out of the apartment because of nerves.

Sure, you considered blind dates a waste of time for you, but that doesn't mean you don't get nervous when you're literally meeting new people who are expected to hit it off with you. At the end of the day, these were still strangers, and wanting to make a good first impression was a normal thing to feel. At least that's what you keep telling yourself as you tap your foot impatiently against the hardwood floor. You were very well aware of Seungmin's nasty side-eye directed towards your fidgeting, but he can take that complaint up with himself.

Deciding to suck it up and finally go, you called out to your roommate, who had already diverted his eyes to be glued to the TV screen. "Min, I have to go now," you informed him through your light pants, absolutely feeling the rush already even though you were still only trying to get your shoes on at the front.

"Sure. Enjoy," he waved you off quickly, not even bothering to spare you a glance. The show he's been waiting to watch was playing on the screen, letting you know Seungmin was already immersed in the story. You fondly rolled your eyes at his actions before heading out the door.

The outside world was a lot more welcoming today than you would have liked. With the temperature being perfect and the sun having mere hours until it says its goodbyes, casting a dim shade over the streets almost like a filter—it felt too perfect for a day you were expecting to go home and feel sorry for yourself once again. You clicked your tongue at the pitiful reminder and started picking up your pace. The sooner you got this over, the sooner you could return and mope around in the comforts of your warm bed.

Who needs a significant other? Your bedroom was filled enough on its own.

It almost pained you to walk past the beautiful park, its landscaping coaxing you to stay and live your evening enjoying the gentle breeze. But you were already at your first destination, a whole building apart from the land of temptations, and you bitterly thought that whoever planned to build the two next to each other was a shameless sadist who wanted to ruin what was left of the positivity in people like you.

For someone wearing such an expensive-looking (emphasis on looking) semi-formal attire, one would think that you were heading to your plans via private transport. Clearly, that was what others seemed to think too, each one attempting to peel their eyes off you because of the way you stood out in the busy area. Well, boo hoo to them (and you; especially you), because no. You weren't. Not even a small vehicle called a motorcycle was available for your personal use. In fact, the area being mentioned is actually the train station, which is a few blocks away from your apartment complex. It was expected for the place to be cramped around this time—a rush hour filled with people wanting to go back home after a tiring day.

Oh, how you wanted to be one of them.

Yet instead, you were doing the exact opposite, boarding the public transportation because you had an appointment at dinner time. It's fine; you pat yourself on the back. Free dinner is still free dinner; you were not heading back home a complete loser tonight. That was, of course, if the gentleman you would be meeting in about an hour would be willing to pay the entire bill. The thought alone of the thin roll of paper left a sour taste in your mouth. Or maybe that was just the lemon-flavored toothpaste you used earlier.

The train ride was surprisingly the most bearable part of your day so far. Silence was always appreciated when it was needed, and you definitely needed it now. The white noise provided by the engines and the sound it made when the rails of the track came into contact with the train had you feeling drowsy. It was almost perfect; the ambience was relaxing enough for you to forget about today's agenda. Perhaps if this continued a bit more, you would walk out of this train and change plans to have an exciting "me time." However, that wish was shattered in seconds as you gripped your mobile phone tightly, reading the new message over and over again.

He's looking forward to meeting with you.

You didn't know if the dude was genuinely that deprived of a love life to look forward to meeting with a random person his mother set him up with in the grocery store—or that your own mother was twisting his words just to send you something, anything, that'll make you unable to turn around and ride another train back home. Either way, it looks like it's her lucky day because whatever the deal was, it actually worked on you.

In a blink of an eye, you were already staring up at the fancy restaurant where it was agreed the two of you would meet. The building itself was already quite intimidating: tall, pristine white pillars you could barely name the material of (you weren't bougie enough for that), high ceilings with multiple intricate chandeliers—each adorned with crystal-like glass—and hints of gold plating along the walls. The people around you were on a different level as well, all dressed up in expensive brands you don't even know how to pronounce. It's safe to say that the place was a whole different world than the one you just came from.

So, what the heck are you even doing here?

How did your mother even arrange this for you? Was the guy a conglomerate's son or something? And if so, you really had to get this over with, stat. As much as you would love the experience, this was too much pressure. The rich life was not for you—money is great, but this much is quite nauseating. It's an acquired taste, you guess.

"Excuse me, are you looking for your table?" An employee approaches you, most likely having seen your absolute distress over the situation. You quickly accepted the help and told her your name. "Your table with Mr. Seo is the second one to the right, along the windows."

Oh, so his last name was Seo? You knew it was already suspicious when your mother refused to tell you anything about his identity; which, now that you think about it, why did you even agree to? This man could be a serial killer, and you would be walking right into his trap. Still, you thanked the employee and beelined towards the direction she pointed. You saw the table easily, but the scene that accompanied it was not what you had expected.

Confusion hits you like a pile of bricks. That was him, wasn't it? Or were you mistaken? Checking your mother's message to confirm your suspicions (she had sent you another text saying that the guy was already there waiting), you were able to conclude that it was, in fact, the person who was supposed to be your date.

So if that's him, then who's the other one he's with?

"Psst," you heard someone call out. You knew better than to assume it was for you, though. This restaurant is a public space and may very well be getting the attention of another person. Plus, you don't even know anyone else at this place. "I know you heard me. Just look back; I'm talking to you," the voice followed up. But, you won't fall for it—you weren't born yesterday, and that could not have been for you. It's only common sense, right?

"Are you serious?" They sounded exasperated. "Person standing there like an idiot looking at the table by the window where a couple is sitting, please turn to me."

Oh. It's you.

Your head snapped towards the source of the voice, only to find a handsome face of a male around your age staring at you with eyes filled with amusement, his arms crossed and leaning against the tabletop. He looked to be seated alone, without a companion. You only tilted your head slightly as a way of asking what he wants from you.

Motioning over to your blind date's table, he asked, "You've been staring at them for a while. Is that your lover or something?" Your face contorted in offense, baffled at his words.

"What? No?"

"Good," he chuckles briefly, "I thought I'd have to console someone who got cheated on. By the way, do you want to take a seat first? You standing up right now is quite awkward…"

Realizing the scene you must've been making, you took his offer in embarrassment. "Yeah, thanks. But, no—I don't have a lover," you sighed, feeling your energy drain from the situation. "That guy was supposed to be my blind date, though. I have no idea what's happening." The man in front of you laughed. If you didn't agree with him that the turn of events was hilariously comical, then you would've been very annoyed at the action. Though admittedly, his adorable laugh was also a big factor. This man was attractive, no doubt. Why isn't he your date instead?

"That's a funny coincidence, I'm here on a blind date too," he glances over at the same table, "your date is with mine."

You gaped at the revelation. What is this? A rom-com? There's no way these things actually happen! Or maybe they do—and you experiencing it firsthand right now would be enough proof. Looking at him with concern, you decided to speak. "Should we tell them?" He simply shook his head in response.

"Nah, I'd rather not. Why do you think I hadn't already? Look at them; they seem to be having a great time."

Seeing your two dates interact, there was no doubt they were hitting it off. Which was bad news to you, since now you just ended up wasting your time by coming here. You knew you should've just stayed home and flaked on the guy. Lesson learned: trust your gut instinct. It could save you a whole lot of time (and money, because when are train stations going to be free?) You mean, good for him for finding a date he liked, but this whole thing just turned out to be a huge mistake for you. But even with that, you didn't want to disturb them—you weren't some antagonist who ruins hope for others because they can't get a happy ending.

Your silence must have been uncomfortable for the male across from you since he decided to break the silence. "So, random offer—do you still want a date? Maybe we could just be each other's," he says, pointing to you and him.

That... wasn't a bad offer.

In fact, it was a good offer. You didn't know much about this man, but something told your gut to see wherever this took you, and from what you experienced today, always trust your gut. Now, if you had to be honest, his face also played a big part in your spontaneous consideration. You weren't one to judge solely on one person's physical appearance alone, but the guy before you screamed a green flag, and you just couldn't ignore it. As a skeptic might say, you'll believe it when you see it—or, in this situation, you'll regret it once you're given a reason to.

"Sure."

The man before you looked shocked, almost like he couldn't believe that you had agreed to his offer. Was it a joke? Did you read the situation wrong? Maybe he was just trying to lift the mood but actually wanted to go home—you knew you did before this happened. However, all your doubts melted away instantly after seeing his wide smile, eyes sparkling with excitement and newfound interest. You swear you stopped functioning after seeing the sight.

Oh my, he's cute.

You felt your face heat up at the thought that invaded your mind. Get a grip, Y/N! This is a first date—you can't simp right away. At least make yourself seem appealing to the guy! You bit your lip, swallowing heavily at the sudden pressure put on you by your oh-so-fantastic mind. It's fine—you can do this. Icebreakers it is!

"So, what's your name?" You asked curiously, remembering that you've been referring to him as "the man" for the past few minutes that you've known each other.

He perked up at your question. "It's Felix. Lee Felix," he replied politely while waving his hand for a waiter to bring the menus. After gaining the attention of one, he turned back to you. "What about you?"

"It's Y/N," you responded back. "You have an English name; are you half-foreign?" He hummed at your observation, the low tone catching you off guard. You had already noticed that his voice was deeper than what you had expected from looking at his face, but there was just something extra attractive about that hum. Catching your mind wandering again, you cleared your throat quietly.

"Good catch. I'm actually from Australia," he told you, the grin on his face growing a bit more at the mention of the place. He must really love Australia, huh? "My parents are both Korean, but I grew up there. Came here just a few years ago for work."

Does that mean he's here all alone? That must've been tough for him as well, to live in a whole new country and basically start his life over. You had major respect for people like that; they were what you saw as hardworking and goal-oriented. Sometimes, you even envied them. They could do so much with their lives with that mindset alone. You wish you could be like that someday too. It would be nice to rise above your current state right now—your job was paying enough to get you through the months, but there were still times where you had to worry about finances. Luckily, having a roommate helped with the rent portion of your bills.

Speaking of Seungmin, didn't he say he had an Australian co-worker?

"That's interesting! Australia, huh? I think my roommate mentioned something about having an Australian co-worker. I can't remember his name right now," you shared, "but imagine if you turned out to know each other. If you want, I can ask my roommate to introduce you two! I just thought it'd be nice for you to have another person from Australia with you. Deal with homesickness and all that, you know?"

You didn't think Felix's eyes could shine even brighter, but somehow they managed to do so. "That would be great! Expanding my social circle would be nice too. Making friends is a lot harder now that you're an adult," he sighs.

"You can say that again," you chuckled at his slightly dampened mood. Felix was quite expressive, you noted to yourself. Reading him wasn't hard, but it wasn't as if he put his whole heart on his sleeve either. If he was the type of person to show himself when he found you trustworthy, then you might have to thank him for being comfortable around you. Yes, blind dates didn't normally work for you, but that doesn't mean you didn't try. Of all the dates you've been on, you could only remember one where your efforts were practically zero, and that was just because the guy was a douche from the beginning. Felix was a lot different than the other people you've gone on dates with before—he was relaxed, treated you a lot more casually, yet still emitted that interest. You had a good feeling about where this was going.

When the menus pulled up, you and Felix had already exchanged some basic interests with each other. This match must've been blessed by the gods because there was a lot you had in common, something you didn't even expect. You and him met under random circumstances, yet you had more chemistry with Felix than you had with any other of your past flings. Which, now that you say it like that, maybe that was why they only stayed as flings.

"Do you see anything you like?" Felix asked from across the table. You quickly scrambled to flip through the menu pages, trying to find something that interested you—too distracted earlier to even do so. Yet, just when you thought you could resume talking to him, you realized a big issue.

What even were these dishes?

You might have never eaten in a place this fancy before, but—nevermind. That was exactly it. You've never eaten in a place this fancy before and therefore had no idea what all the dishes would taste like. You didn't consider yourself to be such a picky eater, but at that moment, you felt like your appetite was slowly leaving at each description of the meal you read under a dish name—wait, caviar?

Felix seemed to have caught on to your discomfort, because he spoke up once again. "Hey, do they not interest you? It's fine if you don't find something you want to eat," he says in a reassuring tone, letting you know that you don't have to feel bad. "Do you want to perhaps ditch this place? I know a good pizza place down the road."

Your jaw immediately dropped at his nonchalant suggestion. Is this just something he does often? Make completely random (and baffling) offers? Well, to be fair, both of his offers to you have been good so far. Some pizza would be nice after everything that had happened today. However, this place is super expensive! That was the whole reason you felt uncomfortable ordering from the menu presented to you at the moment. He went through all the trouble of booking this place just for his first date to hit it off with someone else, so you sure weren't about to let his second date, which was you, let the whole reservation go to waste. Rich or not, you still had the decency to respect the effort that was put into getting a table at this place.

"Felix, you can't be serious," you spluttered out, feeling a bit disoriented due to the situation. "I'm well aware of how much it costs to even be here, so we can't just leave!"

He only chuckles at your worry, making you widen your eyes even more. "Oh, yeah. I know that too. But to be honest, my date was the one who booked this place, it looks like their money was well spent though," he says, glancing back over at the table where your original date and his were, the two conversing naturally while dining. You purse your lips at the information. Okay, maybe that was a valid point. Plus, you really are craving pizza.

Facing him, you divert your eyes in embarrassment. "I-I would also like pizza."

Felix wouldn't say it out loud, but he found you really cute. Even more so right now, with you having that shy look on your face. He felt a strong urge to tease you and see more of that adorable expression, but he held himself back. One wrong move, and he'd end up being an asshole. Was it not normal to feel that way? You two have only met after all. But he felt it earlier—you were quite different than the other dates he's had.

Despite being a very loving person, he wasn't one to believe in love at first sight. Yet, the moment he saw you standing all confused and flustered earlier, it immediately caught his full attention. It was as if fate wanted to bring you two together—and even though it sounds so cheesy, like something out of a romantic comedy, he found himself thinking that he could get on board with it. It wasn't even an hour since you met, and you were already creeping into his heart. It wasn't too fast, but just the right pace to know that something clicked. The feeling felt weird—who knew a stranger could have this much impact on you? He surely didn't. But maybe that was why he felt it a lot stronger than you did—not that he even knew what you thought of him.

Felix himself knows well that he was not a let-the-date-into-his-car kind of person on the first few dates (and most especially on the first date), but somehow he found himself breaking his own rule for the first time ever since getting a vehicle of his own. Not that he would leave his dates to get home on their own, of course—he would always politely offer to pay for their cab home. The idea of taking a (for the most part) random stranger somewhere in his car when it was just the two of them alone didn't sit right with him. Felix is well aware that he could've been seen as uninterested by some of the dates, but it wasn't like they were entirely wrong. He only went on blind dates anyway, so the chance of meeting someone who actually interested him enough to imagine a dating life was not that high in the first place.

Yet here you were, sitting awkwardly beside him on the passenger's seat. It wasn't like you weren't comfortable—okay, maybe you were a bit uncomfortable; but that was only because getting into the car of a person you just met about an hour or more ago was not something you planned for yourself tonight. Heck, none of this was on your list of expected events tonight. Firstly, you didn't even get to say a single word to the date your mom set you up on, and secondly, you scored yourself a completely different person! All you wanted was to stay in your bed the whole evening and mope like the hermit you are.

Oh, if only Seungmin could see you right now.

The rumbling sound of the car made itself present to your ears, effectively taking you out of your thoughts. "Let's go?" Felix asks you—the thoughtful gesture awakening butterflies in your stomach. What in the world is going on with you? This man was literally just doing the simplest things, and yet he already seemed to glow in your eyes. You're not falling, are you? You don't fall easily.

At least that's what you believed.

"Y/N?" He questioned, his voice mixed with a hint of concern. "I hope you're alright with all of this. Are you uncomfortable? Maybe I should've asked before we decided to take my car; I'm sorry—do you want to just walk there?" He panicked, which made you panic at his distress too.

"N-no! It's fine; I'm fine—are you fine?" Great, now you were both bundles of nerves. Felix wanted to kick himself for starting the situation. Where did all his earlier confidence go? That, he didn't know. Either way, he wished for it to come back and help him earn some points from you. You, on the other hand, were almost on the verge of collapsing from stress. "Let's just head there," you squeaked, to which Felix only nodded (a bit too quickly.)

"Sorry," Felix sighs, unable to look at you due to his focus on the road. "This is the first time I'm doing this, so I don't know what to do."

You tilted your head at him in confusion. "You mean a date?" He shook his head.

"Driving a date, I mean."

"Really now?" You exclaimed with interest. "I would've never guessed that! You look like the type of guy a lot of people are interested in. You're quite popular, aren't you?"

He chuckles in amusement at your words. "I don't think I'd use that word to describe me. I only do blind dates anyway. Unfortunately I haven't found my person from those ones," he says, glancing at you for a split second, "but maybe the wait was all worth it."

You couldn't help but huff at his act of flirting, rolling your eyes playfully. He got you there. You didn't think Felix would be this smooth, but seeing as he boldly set up a date with you earlier, maybe this was to be expected. "That was a good one, Mr. Lee." At your response, Felix's eyes shone with excitement. He did that a lot when he was happy, you thought mentally. You had to bite back a laugh at how fast he changed up—though you had to admit that was part of his charm.

It was safe to say that the rest of the date went very well. For such a spontaneous plan, you enjoyed it a lot more than you had thought you would. Plus, you found a new pizza place! You'd have to eat there again soon; everything on the menu seemed really good. Unfortunately, you didn't get to eat at the venue because it was full—something Felix panicked over once again. After a while of negotiating (because he wouldn't let it go), you two ended up having an impromptu picnic at a nearby park, enjoying the quiet surroundings that were dimly lit by the street lights. You had never experienced going on a picnic at night before, so this was going to be on the list of firsts you experienced today with Lee Felix—a guy that you didn't even know until a couple hours ago.

It's crazy how fast someone can come into your life and already make unforgettable memories. In the short period of your date, the two of you learned a lot about each other. Whether both of you would be able to keep this up and progress or not, this was going to be a night you would remember for years to come. Who knows—maybe it would make an exciting old people tale to tell in the future?

"So hey," Felix starts nervously, stopping the car in front of your apartment complex. He pauses for a short second before exhaling and facing you with a determined gaze. "I'm not quite sure about how you feel, but I really enjoyed this date. Do you think we can go on more?"

"Sure," you were unable to stop the wide smile from appearing on your face, very satisfied with the chance of a second date. "I'd like that."

"Oh, damn. I'm glad," he quickly relaxes before getting alarmed by something and snapping his head towards you again. "Wait, your parents are fine with you not meeting with that other guy right?"

You chuckled at his apprehensive form, entertained by his precaution. "I'm pretty sure my mom just wants me to find someone nice and go marry them."

"Marry? Hold on, that's for a later date," you felt your cheeks warm at the implication of his words, yet Felix keeps going. "But that's good. I thought there was a chance this was going to end up like some Romeo and Juliet thing where your parents get mad because you're supposed to marry the other guy."

"Felix, relax," you managed to comfort him through stifled laughter. "I'm not some high-status rich person, you know?"

After your short conversation to end the night, you enter the apartment complex with a huge smile pasted on your face. Lee Felix was an amazing guy, that's for sure; you still can't believe he wants a second date. You let out a quiet squeal of happiness, speed-walking towards your apartment to brag to your roommate.

"Yeah, Romeo and Juliet is so overrated anyway."

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back-alley teachings

With a special dedications for @bucknastysbabe who’s just a great human being, and @arcielee who was kind enough to beta-read this piece in between screaming at me about it.

Summary: Jacaerys, fueled by rage and lust in equal parts at his uncle Aegon’s constant jabs and innuendos, tracks Aegon down in Flea Bottom after the disastrous family dinner.

Paring: Aegon Targaryen x Jacaerys Velaryon

Word Count: 2414

Tags&Warnings: mxm, hatefuck, semi-public sex, consensual but not safe or sane, rough sex, anal sex, choking, incest, targcest, alley sex, unprotected sex

Taglist: @annikin-im-panicin @bucknastysbabe @arcielee

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Go to your rooms, Daemon had told them after the disastrous dinner. Go to your rooms.

Luke, ever the good son, had done so without questions, even though he was still eager to fight. Maybe take Aemond’s other eye, while he was at it, though with how their uncle had grown, it wouldn’t have ended well for Luke. Jace would know, he punched the man, and it felt a lot like punching a wall. One shove and he was on the ground.

Jace didn’t, anger in his veins and buzz of wine in his head.

How dare he, with those plump lips of his—

(His neck feels hot. His breeches are tight. Damn him. Damn him, damn him.)

Jace rounds the corner, almost clips his shoulder on the carved column. It startles the guard stationed in front of the door, seemingly dozing off at his post guarding the rooms of a prince, but Jace doesn’t really care much.

“Call my uncle Aegon out,” he hisses at the guard. The man grips his halberd tighter and shifts his gaze nervously. Jace figures he looks a little scary right now, wild-eyed and fuming.

“I’m. I don’t think that’s possible, my prince.”

“Come now, he was not so drunk when he left nary few minutes ago—”

“Prince Aegon is not in his rooms.”

Jace blinks. Narrows his eyes. The guard shifts uncomfortably under his gaze. Jace knows his uncle’s reputation well; it even reached Dragonstone. “Did he go to the Silks of Flea Bottom?”

“I’m… Not supposed to—”

“Silks or Flea Bottom,” Jace snarls, a little lower than he’d like, but he’s angry and a little drunk and these theatrics are doing nothing to lighten his mood.

“Flea Bottom,” the guard supplies hastily with more uncomfortable shuffling on his feet. “Through the secret tunnel near his rooms. He just left nary a minute before you came!”

Jace closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, mind long since set. It would be wiser to just let go. To walk to his rooms, take a bath, go to sleep. That would be reasonable.

Too bad that, right now, Jace’s head is full of wine and anger, and mostly devoid of reason. “Show me the passage. I’ll find him myself.”

Nary an hour later, Jace makes his way through the gutters of the city, dressed in comfortable common clothes and sturdiest boots he could find at such short notice. For once, he’s glad for his hair being dark and common; even without a hood or a hat, nobody gives him so much as a second glance. He makes sure to tousle it before he goes; messy hair will attract much less attention in the gutters than a well-combed hairdo.

White hair stands out. Aegon, white-haired and so pale he nearly glows in the dim light, stands out like a sore thumb in the first brothel Jace enters. He’s entertaining two whores and a cup of alcohol, eyes glazed and lips split in a dopey smile. This only stokes the fire in Jace’s belly further.

(Or maybe the one in his loins, he can’t quite tell.)

He marches towards Aegon with a purpose, and people part in front of him. Aegon spots him, glazed eyes sharpening into focus with a glint of recognition. He shoos a whore off his lap.

“Nephew!” he cheers, words slurred. “Have you taken my words to heart? Here, I can teach—”

Jace grabs a fistful of the collar and hauls his wayward uncle to his feet, and the metal goblet clatters to the ground, spilling wine on the already-dirty floor.

“Now, now, nephew, no need to—”

“Out. Now.” Jace snarls and walks back out, past the gawking whores and patrons, fistful of Aegon’s dirty shirt between his fingers as his uncle, drunk and unsteady on his feet, is helpless but to follow.

He drags him to a shaded alley just hidden enough that they won’t be bothered, all but throws him against the wall.

“You should be more mindful of the words you speak, uncle,” he growls.

“I am!” Aegon promises, looking much like a cornered doe. “What I said, I said out of genuine concern for you and your future lady wife!”

“Because you’re so good at pleasing your own lady wife?” Jace taunts, and Aegon grits his teeth. “Such good care. Didn’t even ask her for a dance to brighten her evening.”

“I was drunk—”

“So was I.”

Aegon starts talking, some inane titter again, and Jace is so damn tired of it. It must show in his eyes, because Aegon’s placating soon grows panicked and high-pitched and so much more annoying.

So Jace shuts him up.

Presses himself against Aegon, clashes their lips together. Aegon lets a muffled, startled moan as he grasps at Jace’s chest and shoulders, pawing at the coarse fabric of his cloak. Soon enough, his hands find their way around Jace’s shoulders, and rather than push him away, drag him in closer.

Aegon tastes like mulled wine and regret.

Still, this is a battle, for control and breath both. Almost uncomfortable, more violent than a kiss. They part soon, with a hiss, and Jace brings a hand to his lower lip; his fingers come back dotted with blood, ever so slightly. Aegon is looking up at him with that same dazed gaze, but there’s something unbearably smug in it now.

“You bit me,” Jace hisses, wiping his lower lip. Aegon’s grin sharpens.

“Yeah. And I’m gonna do it again,” he chuckles and launches forward, his lips crashing against Jace’s painfully. Jace bodily presses him harder against the dingy wall as Aegon shoves his fingers in his hair, presses him closer, keeps him there. He’s stronger than he appears, soft as he is.

Targaryen blood. They’ve always been stronger than they looked.

It was one of the things Jace learned to resent about himself as years passed. First Men blood was stronger than Valyrian blood; but Valyrian bodies were stronger than those of First Men.

Aegon, drunk and unsteady as he was, still had strength to push Jace off and leave.

He didn’t. And Jace could very well feel against his leg just why.

They part soon enough, both gasping for breath.

“I loathe you,” Jace says, and Aegon giggles, lips raw and bloody.

“Do you snog everyone you loathe?”

Jace bares his teeth and steps away, watches Aegon stumble even supported against a wall. Grabs him by the collar, pulls, twists, shoves him face-first against the wall, presses himself against Aegon’s backside.

“Just you,” Jace growls into his ear, and Aegon moans like a whore. “You were so concerned with my education. I’m plenty educated, uncle. I’d show you.”

“Show me,” Aegon groans, arches his back and presses himself harder against Jace. “Your words aren’t enough to convince me,” he taunts.

Jace laughs, mirthless and rasped with lust. “That eager for my cock, uncle?”

“If you’re offering.”

“Whore,” Jace presses himself harder against Aegon. “What will your lady mother say, when this gets back to her? Anyone can stumble upon us here. I look common enough, but you will be recognized.”

Aegon giggles. “Does it seem like I care?”

“No, I suppose not,” Jace says and pulls back, pulling Aegon’s belt with him. Aegon whines as his breeches fall to his ankles without it. Jace grabs his waist, pulls him back a little. Aegon follows eagerly, spreading his legs as much as he can with the fabric around his ankles. Aegon licks his lips.

“There’s—A bottle of oil in my pocket,” he says, and Jace quirks his eyebrow. He brought a bottle of oil with him too—but, he figures, he should have expected Aegon would have one.

Still.

“You’re a whore, uncle,” he taunts. “Do you carry it with you at all times?”

Aegon licks his lips again. “You never know when the occasion strikes, nephew.”

Jace scoffs and unlaces his breeches, lets his hard cock free. Leans forward, presses himself against Aegon’s bare ass, pats Aegon’s pockets for the vial. He finds it easy enough, on the inside pocket, and pretends not to notice how Aegon’s body shivers from the touch, or hear how he moans.

He puts his hands on Aegon’s ass, squeezes. Aegon moans at it, and Jace notices a glint of steel between his buttocks.

“Hah, I shouldn’t be surprised,” Jace huffs. He presses on the carved steel button, making Aegon moan and shiver. Then, he hooks his nails around the button, and pulls the plug out with an obscene wet sound accompanied by another moan. “But this will make it easier.”

Jace takes half a step back, uncorks the vial, lathers his cock generously with the cool liquid, and carelessly throws the bottle to the side. Aegon makes an unhappy sound at that, but no matter—he can get another easy enough.

“Come on, get on with it,” Aegon whines, and Jace slaps his ass in response. Aegon, predictably, moans at that too.

“Silence,” Jace growls, but he presses the tip of his cock against Aegon’s entrance anyway. He pushes in slowly until he bottoms out, then pulls back, all accompanied by his uncle’s increasingly louder moans. It’s a miracle that nobody has come to investigate yet; or maybe it’s just common practice in Flea Bottom, to fuck in the alleys.

Next thrust is harder and rougher, and so are those that follow with the obscene sounds of flesh against flesh and Aegon’s moans. Jace only grunts as he fucks his uncle, one hand on his hips and the other at the back of his neck, fingers wrapped around it as far as they reach. He presses against the wall, against Jace, meets his every thrust, and moans like a trained whore through it all. Even if Jace knows that pace this rough would hurt—maybe it does.

Maybe Aegon is enjoying that too.

Aegon comes, body jolting and voice stuttered, and Jace sees his seed splatter on the dingy wall. Quick; Jace isn’t nearly there, and he only falters in his pace as much as Aegon’s shivering body gets in his way as he fucks his uncle through his climax. Aegon’s cock hardens all over soon enough.

Jace bottoms out, presses himself bodily against Aegon as he stops for a moment. “We don’t stop until I am satisfied, is that clear?”

“Anything less would be an insult,” Aegon says, breathless. “Now move.”

“Don’t order me around.”

“Don’t act like you don’t want to fuck me senseless,” Aegon rasps, entirely too giddy in Jace’s opinion.

In response, Jace only resumes his harrowing pace, and anything else Aegon might have wanted to say is drowned in a cacophony of whines and moans.

Jace fucks him into the wall as he has his way, and a part of him marvels at just how well Aegon takes him. As if that's what he was made for all along. At every gasp and moan and whine.

He wraps his hand around Aegon's neck more firmly, and squeezes. Not too hard but enough.

"You're too loud," Jace growls. "Like a pillow house whore."

His answer is another giggle, a bit more strained this time. Aegon doesn't stop moaning.

He comes again, once more too quickly, and Jace doesn't stop. Fucks him harder if anything; Aegon's voice grows strained, raspier, scattered with grunts that are half pleasure, half pain. But Jace is close. He can feel his release creeping up on him. He thinks, maybe, Aegon can feel it too, with how he meets his thrusts almost desperately.

He bottoms out as he feels the tension break, shafting himself within Aegon fully and spilling his seed as deep inside as he can. Aegon keens at it as he climaxes himself for the third time, his cock barely having anything left at all.

They stay like that for a moment, Jace panting and Aegon helplessly pressed against the wall, catching their breaths.

"Your stamina is horrid, uncle," Jace says eventually. "Instead of whoring yourself all nights long, you should come to the training yard."

"I train," Aegon gasps, "I train in the art of fucking every night."

"And yet I last thrice as long as you. And this is precisely why your lady wife is unhappy with you, no doubt," Jace taunts. "And why my lady wife will not go unsatisfied. Does that abate your worry of my knowledge of the matter?"

Aegon licks his lips. "I'm not sure," he says cheekily. "I might need another demonstration. To be certain."

Jace scrunches his nose. He lets go, steps back. Pulls himself out out Aegon with an obscene wet noise and his uncle keens as his legs buckle under him, soft with exertion.

"You need a bath," Jace snaps. Sniffs his clothes only to wince in disgust. "And so do I."

"I don't think I can walk all the way to the keep. You might need to assist me, dear nephew."

"And why should I?"

"Whose fault is it that I can't move my legs?"

Jace gives him a flat look as he finishes lacing up his breeches. Aegon is still kneeling on the dirty pavement, arse bare and eyes glazed. He sighs, annoyed and defeated, and drags his uncle to stand by the arms, pulls his pants up and belts them on his hips again.

Aegon spreads his arms with a grin.

"No."

"Come on, nephew. I can't walk."

"I can support you, but I will not carry you."

Aegon licks his bruised lips. "Even if I ask really nice?"

Jace wants to punch him. Jace wants to punch him. Instead, he helps them to Red Keep, and drags his uncle to his rooms. Orders the servants to run them a bath, dumps Aegon into the vat of near-boiling water and climbs in after, scrubs them both clean. He’s not sure why he doesn’t kick Aegon out, after. He’s safely within the confines of the Keep now, after all.

Or maybe he does. Because when Aegon crawls onto his lap and kisses him again, Jack doesn't push him away.

He doesn't get much sleep, after. Neither of them does.

When, in the morning, he wakes up with Aegon curled around him, his anger has abated enough that he just lets him stay there.

(He doesn’t turn around and tuck Aegon in a little, because he’s shivering. He doesn’t brush loose strands of hair from his brow. And he certainly doesn’t place a quick butterfly kiss on Aeon’s forehead before he leaves to get ready for the day.)

#hotd #house of the dragon #fanfiction #fanfic #aegon targaryen #aegon ii targaryen #jacaerys velaryon #jace velaryon #aegon x jacaerys #jacegon

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I love all your writing and I really love the way you write ererei. I was curious, what type of relationship do you think Karina Braun and Eren would have. Cuz I once saw a tweet that said the best punishment for Karina Braun would be having Eren as a son in law 💀 I have to know your thoughts on this 😂

OMG!! thankies!! 💙❤️ I love writing ererei! Theres just something about two broken men finding each other and making it work that has a place in my heart tbh! And I really do think Eren would be Karina’s worst type of punishment 😭💖 She’d absolutely hate him but being the passive woman she is, would ‘tolerate’ him just for Reiner’s sake

content: bimbo!reiner, slight manipulative!eren, mlm relationship, kinda cracky 😭😭

for starters, eren would butt into every conversation uninvited 😭 would intentionally be crude enough to remind karina that he is in fact in sexual relations with her son!!! doesn’t fail to add that reiner occasionally receives either and karina has to physically remove herself from the room/conversation to stay sane sskdk

“reiner, you’ve got to be eating properly. you cant just have a plate full of meat and call it a meal! i dont care about no gym diet, just eat properly.”

karina eyes reiner’s fixed plate with a face of concern. the blonde man only has time to look down at his plate with a pout before hes being spoken for. eren is quick to pop his head around reiner’s build to watch karina in her two eyes.

“don’t worry about how he’s eating. i make sure he eats well enough at home.”

and karina absolutely hates how shes being spoken to because its almost as if eren is indirecting, insulting, her ways.

“im his mother and have been feeding him for a fine majority of his life.” karina gestures to her son’s tall and buff build. “don’t i have a right to be concerned that he’s suddenly not eating balanced meals!?”

reiner can only mutter a soft ‘ma…’ in embarrassment because he’s not sure that her exposing that he’s never fixed his own plate a day in his life is not looking good on him right now. either way, eren doesn’t care. his face scrunches up as he looks karina up and down, ready to stand up to her.

“okay and im his partner who lives with him, cooks most of his meals and usually has him hands on knees begging for me to go deeper. and look at him — fine!”

reiner now looks to eren with a gasp, a scandalous ‘r-ren?!’ leaving his mouth as karina can only look on in shock. clearly eren isn’t too phased and only pushes reiner along so that he can go and eat his food.

“in this instance, i dont think your parent status matters so keep it to yourself next time.” he mutters in karina’s direction, and the woman is simply too stunned to speak.

despite karina not necessarily approving of their relationship, she still very much loves reiner so she tries to be as understanding with him as she can but its every hard with someone like eren who actively wants to make her life difficult. very much lacks manners for his elders

“oh you two look very dashing in those! stand together so i can take a picture!”

karina smiles wryly, her phone already raised in hand as she moves her other one to signal them to stand closer. both reiner and eren move on her demand, fixing their paper crowns so that they look presentable.

“okay lets take one!” she quips

just as shes about to take the photo, the boys start shuffling around

“reiner, grab my ass for this.”

“like this?”

“yeah, that’s it, like that.”

karina moves her head pass her phone screen to glance over at the two. with a frown, she watches as eren has his body pressed against reiner, but makes sure that his hand was taking a handfull of his ass which was now the main focus of the picture.

“uh… lets do a family friendly one first! we can… do a funny one afterwards.” she tries.

giving her a raised eyebrow, eren pretends to be taken aback.

“you think this isn’t family friendly, karina? you think its funny?”

the woman stutters for words. she doesn’t want to be crude but this isn’t exactly a picture she’d be okay sharing with her sister and niece.

“i…well-“ she tries.

“coz i dunno. if i didn’t know any better, id think you were kinda coming across a bit homopho—“

“his hand is literally on your ass! rei— reiner get your hands off his ass!” she practically squeals and reiner fumbles around due to no longer being able to play a passive role.

“o-okay.”

he doesn’t even know where to put his hands and so karina guides for him.

“just…bring it higher if you must, god.” she whispered the last word in absolute agony.

most of all, eren is the best punishment for karina as a son-in-law because shes no longer the most avid voice in reiners life. with other relationships, he would have still listened to his mother’s advice over his partners but since eren came along, she practically has no more influence with reiner’s choices

“i don’t think you should take it on. especially since you’ve got a lot on your plate recently and you’re still adjusting to your new role at work. maybe another time.”

reiner hums as he looks over the volunteer chick feeder opportunity that flashes on his phone. he’s always wanted to feed small baby animals, he thinks, but he just didn’t have the time to do that. either way the offer just looks so tantalising.

“but theyre so cute…” he pouts, his eyes sparkly as he looks onto the shutterstock photos of yellow baby chicks being fed.

“i know they are, darling.” karina stresses. “but you just dont have the capacity to do that right now.”

she wasnt even focusing on the conversation. she didnt think she’d have to say or do anything drastic for reiner not to take the job on. it seemed pretty self explanatory.

“yeah…yeah you’ve got a point.” he mumbles.

this however also seemed to be the wrong time that eren happened to walk in and glance over his lover’s shoulder. within three seconds, he’s gasping with a soft sigh.

“omg is that a chick feeding opportunity?!”

reiner enthusiastically nods as he looks back at eren with wide eyes.

“yeah! it just opened up 12 miles away and i was wondering if i should give it a go…”

karina looks over at reiner with a credulous look.

“12 miles?! for a voluntary job? reiner, i dont think thats—“

“reiner this has literally been your dream for the past 2 weeks. fuck work, you never know if tomorrows your last day. go for it!” eren butts in.

karina looks between the two with a face of confusion because this had to be a joke they were playing on her, surely. yet, as reiner looked back down at his phone and the badly designed flashing ad looked back at him, he couldn’t help but press apply button.

“yeah. yeah you’re right eren. i never know what tomorrow might bring.” he coos, and karina cant help but cover her face in agony.

where on earth did she go wrong?!

#reiner braun #eren jeager #reiner x eren #ererei #attack on titan eren #attack on titan reiner #attack on titan

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