#it helped at least a little to see her in her full glory

[ferberus-skull]

you WILL look at litebrite btw

#fr #flight rising #dragon share #aether #fr aether #my dragon #litebrite #i love herrrr #i just finished her earlier this week because i was feeling Bad #it helped at least a little to see her in her full glory #minus skin obviously. that'll come later. at some point. #anyway go give her a like please and thank you she deserves them <3 #i always love it when i finish a brand new project instead of finishing the ones i already have LOL #like yes she is not a g1. yes i got her for fodder price. yes i also spent 800+ gems on her #which i know isn't that bad but like. also. #lmao. #who cares. she deserves everything

[mamayan]

Yandere! Dark Fae King x Darling! Changeling (Part 2)

Part 1 (Here)

cw: NSFW • Sub! Reader • Dom! Yandere • Dark/Yandere Themes • Gore/Death • Monster Fucking • Fae • Kidnapping/Imprisonment • Dubcon • Fem! Darling • Dumbification • Praise • Overstimulation • Pheromone Drugging/Aphrodisiac • Manipulation • Breeding

A/N: Upon multiple requests and asks, I’ve decided to expand and make a part 2 for Avarice and Darling’s story. Enjoy♥️

“Freak!”

“You should be ashamed to be alive! When your own sister died, how dare you appear here!”

“Jinx.”

“I hope you die worse than she. Poor soul…”

You snapped out of it when he finally left again. The nightmares of your past seemingly haunting you as the death of so many rested on your shoulders.

Your fault. It was always your fault, wasn’t it? That’s what you were after all. A jinx.

Ava… he haunted you more than anything. His eyes so dull as of late but you couldn’t find it in yourself to assure him of forgiveness you did not want to give. You’d said horrible things to him though, when he’d confessed to killing your entire village due to your pressuring. He killed your family, or at least, the only family you knew. He killed the women and children, the old and innocent. Ava had no discretion when it came to slaughtering humans.

“Of course I love you! You’re my little sister, why are you asking me such a silly question so late?” Your human sister had looked so befuddled when you’d questioned her love for you. It must’ve been a rebellious phase, for she raised you and your younger human siblings much like a mother should’ve. The mother which birthed your siblings and the child swapped for you had lost herself to alcohol and gambling, her husband and your father too loyal to leave her despite the pit she began to dig for the entire family.

Your fault.

“Come eat. This sickness of her’s seems to be affecting us all. Father shall return with a fresh kill, I’ll make a stew. You like deer stew right?” You hated it but nodded anyway, your sister’s cooking so awful it even made your father’s eyes water but… “I do. I love it… and I love you too.” You’d replied, and it was the warmest moment you remember in that small wooden house.

You’d picked your nail beds bloody, eyes numbly staring at the broken skin and wondering why it wasn’t telling you the right answer. What were you supposed to do? You couldn’t leave, even if you wanted to, and that was the problem. You didn’t want to leave Ava, because aside from your deceased sister, he was the closest living creature to your heart. He owned part of your soul now too, but you could feel him in you too. It wasn’t one sided, and while Ava certainly was full of cruelty, you knew him capable of care. He cared for you, his people and subjects, and his kingdom.

So why did he do it? Harm so many? Oddest of all, why did he abhor humans to much? He wouldn’t answer anything you asked, merely stating it was a necessity, that they needed to die, or be cleansed as he’d phrased it. You had loved a human dearly though, her memory still filling you with the familiar taste of warmth and overcooked venison. She was not a sister by blood but through life and trust.

Would Ava have killed her too?

You could only wonder endless dark halls of a castle you never saw an exit to. The windows revealing what appeared to be an entire kingdom below, built into a forest much like in tales of your childhood. This was a community, one which you now shared responsibility to help grow and flourish.

You didn’t feel like you were home though.

“Look at me.”

He’s impossible to ignore.

“I will force you if I must.”

You turn, giving the barest of glances upward, head forced to tilt completely back to meet his dark golden eyes. He, in all his immortal and frightening glory, looks tired. You admit it makes something within you ache to see it, but you aren’t ignorant to the fact that you look tired as well.

“You are not sorry at all… are you?” His lips press tight, eyes narrowing a fraction as he cocks his head, a few dark curls spilling like waves to follow the movement. He stalks closer like a predator, and even now, when you know he intends no physical harm to you, it raises your instincts to run. His towering form lowers to the floor where you’ve seated yourself, endless marble surrounding you in an empty ball room, the enormous glass window you’ve opened allowing fresh air in.

“Do you wish me to apologize for eliminating those vile creatures… or for upsetting you?” He cracks a rueful smile, teeth all sharp edges and eyes hardened by your distance. “If it is the latter little flower, then I sincerely am apologetic, I never wished to upset you.” You can tell he’s sincere, see it even, but something still nagged at you that wouldn’t leave.

“Ava…” his full attention is trained on you, “Why do you hate them? What did they do to you?”

His wings shift as he settles himself fully on the ground with you. An image unbefitting of a King yet also suiting him as he leans back on his palms and directs his gaze at the tall ceiling above.

You liked the sight of moonlight bathing him more than candle.

“I thought I loved a human once.”

You flinch, despite knowing it must’ve been so long ago, it stung nevertheless. He twitches, as if to move towards you before he stops himself and settles again, talons scraping along the floor as he continues.

“That human used my youth and ignorance against me and destroyed my entire existence for a time. I lost my position as a rightful heir and prince, lost my home and family, and lost my freedom. I stayed alone a very long time little Faery,” his gaze slides to you, glowing molten gold in rage as he remembers. “All alone, because I did the one thing no Faery is allowed to do, the most forbidden art which exists amongst our kind, all for one measly deceitful human.” His lips pull back in a grimace, even as you crawl a little closer.

He likes that your gaze is upon him again, filled with that familiar compassion and empathy he adores. He just loathes it is directed at him because of his disgusting past.

He watches as your tongue dips out to lick your lips, eyes filled with curiosity as you sit beside him, close enough to nearly touch yet not quite.

“What was it?”

“I granted them access to the Tree of Life. The tree which gave birth to all Faery kind.” His expression turns mocking, jaded as he seems to recall with perfect memory. “I had been ready to pluck the stars from the sky for that filthy ungrateful thing, and they dared to use me to gain eternal life by drinking from the tree’s fountain.”

He sees the look of astonishment and horror, clearly upset as realization dawns. It was said the Tree of Life would die if touched by human hands, destroying all of Faery kind should it occur. If it was true or not was unknown.

“…they touched it…?” You broke the dense silence first, curling your limbs around yourself as you feel the itch of your wings notify you of the awkward arch you’ve made with your spine.

Ava barks a dry laugh, dark amusement sparking in his eyes despite the serious story.

“Of course not little flower. My younger sister killed them before they could dare, becoming a hero for all Faery alike for protecting the race against a treacherous prince and a foul greedy human.”

He’s amuses himself with watching you through a small handheld mirror. Decorated in gold and jewels, the delicate ornate trinket has a spell cast to view his target at will.

You were asleep, tired from the seamstresses which had fussed so long over your dresses and you, face peaceful as you rest on the large expanse of his bed.

You sleep where he awoke this morning. Curled into the spot like you’re attempting to reclaim any warmth left over from his own slumber.

“You’re making quite a disgusting face, your majesty~” his eyes narrow as his mood sours in an instant.

“Leave witch.” He hisses, undisguised displeasure painting his sharp features as they scrunch in revolution.

“Make me faery,” a lithe feminine voice hisses back, his eyes finally lifting to acknowledge the vermillion haired woman which had appeared before him. “What has you making such a warm expression? I nearly lost my breakfast seeing it.” She glides more than walks, shamelessly spreading the floor length fur coat wrapped around her open, sitting on the arm chair of his throne.

“And your presence is going to make me gouge your eyes out and feed them to my hounds,” he flashes an equally unfriendly smile, the air becoming volatile towards the witch.

“Don’t act as if I wish to be here anymore than you wish it. You were the one who requested my potion.”

“Your potion not your presence.”

Dark eyes roll with a flutter, her red painted lip curling in disdain as she snaps her fingers, a small wooden box appearing in her palm.

“It cannot be delivered frivolously faery, or so you trust your servants so deeply?” He doesn’t answer.

She laughs, handing the box over with a smile as he pulls out a silver dagger and plunges it into his forearm.

Gold leaks from the wound, the witch quickly frowning and removing an empty vial to collect the liquid.

“Don’t be wasteful now, your blood is in high demand amongst my coven. It’s an incredibly binding agent.”

“Silence or I will bind your tongue for all eternity.”

“As if you could.” She cackles, vanished and gone before his talons could sink into her throat.

The box rests in his free hand. His distaste for the witches strong, but he admits they create the most potent and stable magical concoctions. They’re good in business too. He notes she didn’t allow a single drop of blood to go to waste before his wound sealed and closed.

“Drink for me, petal.”

You look lovely. Dressed lavishly in the finest silks and slowly becoming more confident in your true appearance. You no longer sit before the mirror and grimace, instead you play absently with your wings, more accepting as time continues.

He would rather just take you by force.

This method somewhat feeling beneath him, but in the end, he was already a wicked monster. What was this compared to his true nature?

You still curl or turn away when he touches you, less trusting of him now and though you should be, he finds it irritating. He wants to feel you melt against him again, blink your pretty eyes up at him and whisper his name with your kiss bitten lips.

You eye the delicate glass cup warily.

His clawed hand holding the pretty pink clear cup was nearly comical. He could tell by the quirk of your lip which you quickly tempered to avoid his detection. He caught it all though, still hoping he’s not forced to make you drink it. Though he doesn’t mind the act, pouring the drink in his mouth and laying his lips over your own to create a seal.

You take the cup gingerly with both hands, licking your lips as you bring it close to sniff.

“What is it…?” You look confused, nose scrunching up adorably, and he finds he wishes to kiss you there.

He’s forced to stay where he is though, aware you will wiggle and run if he touches you.

“Tea, made from milk, honey, and dried fruits.”

“It smells sweet…” you still eye him with mistrust, but you take a sip anyway, eyes lighting up as you take another. “It’s very good,” you’re not immune to bribery, “Thank you.”

For just a short moment, he feels his chest warm and a genuine smile grace his lips.

“You’re welcome, little flower. Thank you as well.”

“Huh?” You’ve finished the tea. “What for…?” His smile grows as you tilt your head in confusion.

“For being so foolish.”

You’re burning from the inside out. Tears and drool soaking your face and the bed as you cry out again.

“Why?” Digging your nails into the fabric, you find the texture appalling compared to usual, too rough and cold. “Ava…” you struggle to breathe, chest heaving as perspiration clings to you like a second skin. “It hurts…” you were fading into a blur of dizziness as your lower belly cramped again, more wetness coating your inner thighs.

“Shh…” he coos, ignoring your weak flinch as he slides his long tongue from your chin to your cheek, drinking your tears as his chest rumbles like a giant cat. “Do you need something sweet girl? Use your words.” He murmurs, groaning as he sees the amount of fluid you’ve leaked, your pussy swollen and glistening as you buck your hips and whine.

“Mean—!” He chuckles at your accusation, smiling shamelessly as he continues his chaste kisses against your skin.

“To you, petal? No, mean would be if I left you like this, no release for your poor little body.” He threatens, ignoring your silent pleas and body language for him to touch you more, keeping just enough distance to have you clawing at him to come back. “I’m nice though, I’m going to kindly fill your womb and make it all better.” It’s like a demon whispering in your ear as you writhe beneath him. His large frame cages you though, presses down on you as your bare chests connect and you can feel the thundering in his rib cage through your own. “Are you going to be good and let me breed you, little feary?”

You can’t think. Not when the promise of something hot and big going inside you, stretching you out like your body is begging for now. You nod, mind already gone as your clouded eyes connect with his own. You look high, pupils blown as he brings two fingers to his lips, opening his mouth and breaking off two of his sharp claws to blunt them.

“Spread your legs.” You obey, pliant body opening at his commands as he uses his fingers to dig into your slick gooey hole. He delights in your moans and reactions, hips moving for more friction as he fucks your tight entrance loose enough to take his cock inside you. “That’s it, petal, you don’t need to think anymore. Let go for me,” he murmurs, kissing you gently, tongue melting into your mouth while he digs his fingers up and rubs until you’re coming around his digits.

He pulls them out slowly, eyes drifting down to catch the sticky wet mess you’ve made and the jump of his cock in response. He laughs, deeply to his core as he brings them to his lips and lets you watch him clean them, blissed out expression marred with tears from pleasure and pain.

“You’re mine. For eternity, you will be always be mine.” His eyes are wild, something frightening entering them as he laughs, face so pleased and enamored you feel the urgent sense to crawl away from him, to run. “There is no escaping me. No where you can go that I won’t find you.” You feel too weak and sluggish to move, to even fight back, as his dark hand wraps around your neck, magic and gold swimming beneath his flesh. He feels warm, hotter than even you and your feverish mind. “I am no longer a patient a male, no longer content to wait and watch for results. You deny me, your mate, for humans which wanted to sacrifice you to a false deity, planned to rape and defile you,” he’s squeezing tighter, not cutting off air but blood flow instead as your mind becomes fluffy and unfocused. He speaks directly into your ear, the pointed tip curling down as he settles himself between your thighs. “They wanted to burn you, did you know? They called you a jinx, hated you, only wished you harm and destruction in the most vile and painful ways… and yet you still choose them?” He looks mad, smile filled with malicious intent and eyes glittering like jewels.

You speak with what little focus you have left…

“My sister…loved me.”

His smile falls, eyes narrowing in displeasure.

“Always…she loved me.”

He shakes his head, disapproval clear. “You think she loved you. Humans aren’t capable of love, my sweet flower.”

“You’re wrong…” he halts, watching as you weakly claw at his hold on your neck. “She loved me..! I know she did! You’re wrong! Take it back!” You cough as he releases your throat completely, eyes wide as you look at him with burning resentment even so deep under the influence of an aphrodisiac.

“I love you, but you,” you look filled with hurt, “you don’t love me.”

He’s shocked into silence as you seethe beneath him, face firm and eyes resolute as you declare his feelings for you.

He snarls, snapping his teeth at you, rage filling him as his wings spread out and magic and malice fill the air.

“I am not afraid to punish you, petal. I will not tolerate disrespect—,”

“Neither will I!” Even in tears, shaking as you are, he shifts back, the overwhelming force of your emotions startling him. “You treat me as if I am not worthy of respect, as if I’m not worthy to be listened to. You aren’t—,” you heave for air, struggling to draw in enough oxygen as you whirl on him, “—asking me. For anything. You just take…”

He’s silent, body frozen and tense as he watches you.

“Was it all a lie… when you said you’d be my friend? I thought faery couldn’t lie,” you’re in tears once more, sorrow endlessly streaming down your cheeks.

“No, don’t cry like that,” he feels oddly sick seeing you so upset like this. His frame once more curling around you, but to simply wrap you in the blanket and bring you to his chest. “We are friends, mates, I do not lie.” He whispers, cradling your body to his chest, trying to urge you to look at him.

“Friends don’t sneak away and do things that they know I wouldn’t like,” you calm after a while, swollen tear streaked face turned into his chest while he pets your hair.

He knows it must be painful, still under the effects of the drug he’d given you. His touch helping ease some of the heat.

“Okay. Okay, I was wrong, I…,” his teeth bare as he forces it past his lips, “I apologize…for not respecting your wishes…,” it makes him want to tear one of his hearts out and crush it. His hatred for humans no less despite his apology.

You look hopeful though, eyes returning some of the light he adores within you.

He’ll apologize everyday if he’s allowed to see that.

“Oh gods…!”

He’s trying to kill you. He must be.

You can’t struggle away though, no escape in sight, and true to his word Ava has filled your womb over and over again. You’re delirious on the pleasure, the second his heavy cock had entered you the earlier burning pain subsided into mind numbing euphoria. Each powerful snap of his hips has your body jolting upward, one large palm wrapped around your neck keeping you anchored. You could feel every vein and inch searing into you, eyes going in and out of focus on him face as he heaves for air and fucks you into another orgasm.

“Please, more, I need more—!” You’re reduced to a tearful mess, wantonly begging for his seed as he grimaces and fills you up again, balls drawing up tight as your cunt ripples around his length.

His face is ruined, eyes more red than gold as his pupils remain blown out, thick lashes holding a small cluster of tears as he licks his lips and continues his ravenous pace inside you. His hair clings to his face and horns, black curls damp with sweat and your cum, taking on a nearly purple hue. He wears a delirious expression like you, drugged out into oblivion as you both pant and moan as the heat devours you.

He’d felt badly for drugging you, especially as you writhed and cried in pain. His solution had not been to find the witch he’d bought the elixir from though.

He’d simply drank the remaining fluid while smiling mischievously.

“Let’s just fall into complete depravity petal,” he’d said, before your world went in and out of darkness. Only the scent of sugar and spices dominated your brain, and the feeling of fullness and completion each time he spilled his load within you.

“Are you ready for another sweet faery?” He knew you couldn’t answer, knew that words were too far away for your cotton filled mind to conjure. He asks anyway, drawing your hips off the bed, leaving your upper body limp on the soaked silks while he bounces you on and off his cock. “I’ve always known it is hard for Fae to conceive.” He speaks with a slur, as if it is liquor intoxicating him and not a lustful spell. He laughs as you cum around him, moan so breathy it appears like a silent scream as your back arches higher. “I have a good feeling it will not apply to us.” He nods, slamming down to the hilt as he collapses on you while he comes too, nose buried in your collar bone as he humps out his remaining seed and presses deep to ensure it stays.

“I think your little cunt likes being bred, gripping me so tightly so I can’t leave it,” he huffs, breathing labored as he sees you’ve lost consciousness again.

“Looks who’s mean now…” he murmurs tiredly, but his smile is fresh as he licks up your sweat and tears, cock already hardening again as blood swims in his ears like a river.

“I can’t anymore—!” It’s a squeal and a whine mixed, as Ava grunts against your throat.

“Can’t what, petal?” He asks rhetorically, humming as he slowly rolls your hardened nipple between two clawed fingers. His free hand between your legs, messily rubbing your clit as he works his cock inside you. His thrusts are no longer as violent or heavy as they were two days prior when he’d taken the drug, but his body still howled to press you flat and fill you up. To mark his mate up for all to see.

You look divine to him, too weary to even bite him anymore, nails broken from scratching at his back and arms when he’d blacked out and taken you too roughly. Even still, you looked beautiful, skin less sweat soaked and more simply damp, his care to ensure you drank water paying off in between rounds of riding him.

“I think your cunt has finally relaxed,” he teases, enjoying the sloppy squelching which echoes as he drives into you, your pussy indeed finally accepting it’s fate to be subjected to his cock for eternity. “Your womb has dropped too,” his hand stops torturing your clit to press on your lower belly, purring as you weakly complain.

“Let me rest…”

“No. I took the drug later than you, so it’s still in effect for me.” He chuckles, merrily still using your exhausted body. “Just a little more sweet girl, be good for me,” he moans, head falling back as his eyes close in bliss, cock twitching once again to fill you up.

“I truly am…with child?” His eyes are as wide as your own, cradling you close away from the vermillion haired woman who sneers at Ava.

Rolling her eyes, she nods, fingers pressed to her temples as if her mind is aching.

“Yes. You are with child, as I’ve confirmed four times already. Congratulations little Queen, you managed to love the unlovable.”

“Watch your tone and words witch,”

“My race is not an insult you foul monster—!”

They halt as you giggle, features radiant as you smile and hold your hands over your belly.

“A baby!” Ava is stricken at your delight, throat closing as something sweet tickles him inside. Your floral scent warmer these days, his keen hearing picking up on the second beating of a heart quickly.

“Yes,” he nods, like a love sick dog he grins and answers each time your repeat it in amazement.

The witch truly feels revolted to her core, but wordlessly leaves a book for new faery parents. Leaving without thanks as the happy family gushes over the good news.

As if the disgusting King didn’t know how powerful an aphrodisiac and fertility drug he used on his mate was.

She shrugs, teleporting away to her coven to return to work, minutely pitying the poor faery captured by the dark Fae.

They’re the only fae that can lie after all.

Dividers/@cafekistune

#Fae #Dark Fae King #Yandere Fae #Yandere Fae x Fem! Darling #yandere x darling #male yandere x fem darling #Dark fae king x changeling reader #part 2 #faecore #yancore #monster smut #faery smut #fae smut #yandere smut

[luveline]

steve!! i miss him too :( what about a cute kbd christmas fic?

kbd —the harrington's start preparing for christmas. mom!reader, 2k

When you get home to absolute silence, you assume your kids have been abducted and your husband murdered. When you find the laundry baskets have been moved off of the stairs and the mountain of little shoes by the door has been lined up neatly, you guess the killers must've cleaned after it happened. 

You forget the stiffness of your back and pinched toes. Arms full of grocery bags, you shoulder into the living room with your tongue between your teeth. “Oh,” you say, breathing out, “good. You're alive.” 

Your girls are sitting in a wavy row. Avery lays with a long leg hanging over one couch arm, littlest Wren by her side swaddled and propped with pillows. Dove sits at Wren's other side with her rainbow Teddy bear in her lap. Bethie, precious sweetheart, is sleeping smushed against the opposite armrest with Steve's sweatshirt over her lap.

“Hey, honeys,” you say quietly, so as not to disrupt their mild moods, “everyone okay?” 

“Yeah, mom,” Avery says without looking away from the TV. 

“What about you, Dove? You okay?” 

“Yis,” she says shortly. 

You turn to the TV, confused. What could be interesting enough to hook them both? Even Wren seems to be watching the TV, her tiny face demure. 

“What's this?” you ask, squinting, before a familiar white beagle takes to the screen. “Oh, it's A Charlie Brown Christmas!” 

“Mommy, can you please be bit quieter, please?” Dove asks. 

You snort and hurry past them to the kitchen. The smell of homemade cinnamon rolls envelopes you, the heat of the oven warming your wind-nipped nose. “Hey,” you say, though you can't actually see your husband anywhere. 

He pops up from behind the kitchen table with water dripping down one wrist, a rag in hand. “Hey!” he says, ditching the rag in a bowl of suds, quick to wipe his hands dry on his chest and stand. “I didn't hear you. You forget how to yell?” 

“And disturb the peace?” You sigh in relief as he takes the heavier bag from your wrist to push onto the clean countertop. “Thanks.” He takes the other bags. “Thanks, baby.” 

“Y'welcome,” he says easily. He looks like he's had a long day in that his shirt is wet in four different places and in three different colours, but he looks happy, cheeks a red hue and almond eyes creased with a familiar fondness. 

Steve's pretty much always happy to see you. You lay claim to at least two of his smile lines, and you love to feel them with your fingers to affirm that they're really there, he's really happy, in this life you made together. (An exhausting, lovely life.) You raise your hand to his cheek and cover one such wrinkle with your fingertips, tilting his face into one palm. “You've been busy today,” you say gently.  

“So busy. All the bedrooms, the bathrooms. Soon as I wipe down the baseboards in here, I'm done.” 

“Want me to do it?” 

“No way. You'll take all my glory.” He presses his smile into a flat line, though the love stays behind in his eyes. 

“I'm gonna look at everything just as soon as I put the groceries away, I can't believe it,” you say, kissing him chastely, then the corner of his mouth before pulling away. The soft brush of his lips lingers on yours, but nothing feels as good as the way he looks at you. “You didn't have to do it all, baby, I would've helped.” 

“Christmas will be here before we know it,” he says with an unbothered shrug. “It creeps up on us every year. I figured I better get the jump on it if I was gonna get it done, but then they've all been so weirdly well behaved. Dove hasn't cried once.” 

“Bethie's sleeping, you know?” 

He takes your arm before you can turn away and works you into a hug. 

“I know,” he says, cupping the back of your head. “Was Wren alright?” 

“Best big sister is looking after her.” 

“God, we don't deserve her. She's not stressed, is she?” 

Avery loves being a big sister, but you're both wary of how she might feel responsible for things she shouldn't have to be responsible for. “She looked fine. They were watching TV.” 

Steve gives you a steady, soft squeeze. You press your nose down into his shoulder with your arms curled around him to breathe him in. He smells of disinfectant, the sugary Christmas one that the girls can't get enough of. Avery begs him to spray down the bath before she gets in so it'll smell nice, and every time he promises her he'll buy her a bottle of bubble bath, but a little disinfectant isn't bad for her, anyways. From over Steve's shoulder you can see he's used it well, every surface sparkling clean, no corner or speck of grime left to survive. 

You kiss his shoulder. “You really didn't have to, Stevie, but thank you. It's amazing in here.” 

He hums into the side of your head. “I love you.” 

You totally, totally get it. You'd clean a hundred houses for him, even with four girls badgering you as you go. 

“Love you too. You finish the baseboards, I'll put the groceries away, and we'll sit down before they realise they're being well-behaved.” 

Steve likes your plan, leaving you with a last little squeeze to get done cleaning. You sort through what's in the fridge, throwing away stuff past due, noting on the whiteboard stuck to the fridge what's about to go bad soon, as well as the dates for the meat. What you've bought today should last for at least two weeks, but it never really does. 

You keep some of the Christmas goodies on the counter and hide the rest away atop the cabinets out of sight. 

Avery runs in as you're taking off your shoes. “Mom, Bethie's crying about something.” 

“Oh no. Thanks, babe, I'll be right there.” 

You sneak a peek at Steve before you go. His brow furrowed in concentration, the muscle of his upper arm tenses and releases with every scrub of the baseboard. It's… Well, you married well. 

Beth cries on the couch, she and Dove pulling at the same dark blob of material while Wren looks on in quiet confusion. She's too small to sit, laid on her back, but she's started turning her head, following people and their movements, and when she sees you, she smiles. It's a very Steve-like expression. 

“Hello,” you say, picking her up carefully, kissing her little head. “Let's get you out of the splash zone, sweetheart.” 

“Mom, she took daddy's hoodie!” 

“I want it!” 

“What if I go get another one of daddy's hoodies?” you ask, attempting a swift defusing. “How's that? We can all have one.” 

“I want this one,” Beth insists. 

“I want it,” Dove says, glaring at her older sister. 

Bethie is a gentle soul that won't pull it out of Dove's hands, even when she maybe should. She cries and balls her hands into the fabric to stop from losing it completely, sending you a desperate frown, “Mom, please, I had it first.” 

“Yes you did, honey. Dove.” You look her straight in her little face, knowing this won't end well. “Bethie had it first, okay? You can have it later, but until then, I can go get you one for yourself.” 

Dove hates that. Wren hates that Dove hates it, and everybody starts crying. Avery didn't follow you out of the kitchen, likely kept behind by Steve to save her from the coming massacre, but she'd probably start crying too from the sheer overwhelming volume. 

Can't have everything, you think. 

“Dove, don't make me call daddy in here. Take your hands off of daddy's sweatshirt. Now, please.” 

Dove shrieks and lets go of it, throwing herself down off of the couch to cry into the beanbag instead. She kicks her legs, and Beth looks shocked at the outcome, any victory overwritten by guilt. She climbs off of the couch with her arm already held out to give Dove the sweater, but you stop her. 

“That's yours, baby, you keep it. Daddy gave that to you.” 

“I'm not being a good sharer,” Bethie says. 

“There's enough to go around,” you promise her. Dove's just showing off ‘cos you've said no, not because there's something special about that sweatshirt. Sure, it has a reindeer on the chest, but Steve has tens of Christmas sweatshirts. 

You get to a point as a parent where the crying becomes white noise, and you can manage one at a time or none at all. Bethie nods, and you lean down to give her tearstained cheek a kiss before turning to Dove with Wren grizzling in your arms. She can't decide if she's upset or not, it seems. 

“Dovey, don't be angry at me, please? Let's go get you another one. Okay? You could even have one of mommy's, if you wanted.” 

Not good enough. She cries and cries and cries until Steve enters the room, his confusion dramatised as he holds out his hands to her. “Dove! What's wrong, sweetheart?” 

“Mom won't– mommy won't–” She sobs. “I want that one.” 

“Mommy's just doing what I asked her to,” Steve says, bending down at the waist to meet her eyes. “So be mad at me, okay? Mommy didn't do it, I told her that that one's for Beth. How about we go and get you another one?” 

Dove immediately takes his hand, appeased now she has someone on her side. You flop down on the couch as they walk away together with one last child to soothe. Wren goes down easy. All she wants is some shushing and back patting. 

“Is it over?” Avery asks, tiptoeing back into the room. 

You laugh. “Yeah, it's over. Sorry.” 

“I'm sorry for hiding,” she says. 

“There's nothing wrong with sitting somewhere quiet when things are too loud, bub. You gonna come and finish your movie? We can get dad to rewind it for us.” You hold out an arm. She sits in front of it with a smile like she's been given the world. 

You really don't deserve your girl. 

Steve and Dove return changed. Steve's in clean pyjamas with wet cheeks, Dove drowned in one of Steve's snowman sweaters. He rewinds the movie without being asked, and he squeezes in beside Avery, and everyone lets out a simultaneous sigh of relief. 

He finds your shoulder across the back of the couch, feeling along it like he knows every curve and divot. It doesn't take long for you to settle in and relax, soothed as the girls had been by a touch of comfort. Your attention flickers between his peaceful face and the baby as she snores on your chest. 

“Snoopy is sooooo bad,” Bethie whispers happily, looking to her big sister for an agreement.  

“He's mischievous,” Avery says. 

“That's a big word,” you say, “where'd you learn that one, honey?” 

Steve pats your arm. He doesn't say anything, just lets you know he's there with you. 

“We're reading a book about Santa at school and they said all the mischievous kids end up on the naughty list.” 

“That's not necessarily true.” You kiss her forehead. “You girls are mischievous, but you're still good girls.” 

“I'm not mist-jiv-us,” Beth denies. 

“You're the most mist-jiv-us,” Steve says, “I know what you're up to, Bethie bear. I always know.”

“I'm not up to anything!” she denies, giggling at his accusatory tone. 

“I am naughty,” Dove says. 

You and Steve laugh at the same time. “Only a little,” Steve says. 

“A lot!” Avery says. 

Dove just laughs and lays back against Steve's chest. Avery languishes between you and Steve like a princess, propping her leg over your thigh, and Beth snuggles into your arm. You breathe in the smell of Wren's hair, totally relaxed in the squeaky clean depths of the living room, your family finally in one place. 

Steve deserves a great, huge, heaping thank you, but you don't have anything to give him. You turn to him over Avery's head, trying to think of what to say to him to express how grateful you are for all that effort and love, years of it, but when he meets your eyes you know he already knows what you want to say. 

“Can we pretend there's mistletoe or something?” he asks, looking down to your lips, his own pursed into a longing pout. 

“Yeah, Stevie,” you say, lifting your chin invitingly. “Wow, look, there's mistletoe! You know what that means.” 

You can feel the shape of his smile when he kisses you, and though he keeps it short and sweet, that evening his hand stays on your arm for hours drawing hearts between iterations of your name, one loving letter at a time.  

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[eternalsa2z]

DM In Your DMs

You were introduced by your friend Nally. After plenty of teasing and toying and asking if you were sure you were ready to meet this model. Not just excited. Like busting out of your seat and bra ready.

You insisted that you were and the Instagram reveal didn't disappoint. She goes by the name 'Doll Mistress' and she is H - O - T HOT HOT HOT. She looked like a queen in her full glory, her gaze admiring her many worshipers as she gives them a brief glance at her perfection.

She def had a bit of a 'rich bitch' or 'ice queen' vibe, which normally doesn't match your sweet girly vibes. Even if her look still made you melt into a puddle. But that doesn't mean she can't rock a bit of a girl next door look. You know, if that girl was an heiress at the next mansion over in the gated community.

Still you couldn't help but be obsessed by this look. Her pony was clearly a fake extension and her faux fur boots were a bit much. But then again that fit her vibes, doesn't it? As if she was saying:

"I'm pretty. I'm plastic. I don't care who knows. Worship me"

Gawd what you wouldn't give to worship in front of Doll Mistress. You'd die if she slipped into your DMs. Or at least you died and went to heaven. Because one day, late in your timezone and early in hers, she sent you a message.

"Hello Kiki. I heard you were a pretty cute bimbo doll who's been having some stupid bullies say mean things. Why don't you let Doll Mistress take care of them...then we can go on a date"

You of course, through your bimbo babbling in sheer fangirling, manage to explain that while you love the support, you are a committed bimbo. Her next DM makes it clear that she's simply chuckling at your cuteness.

"Oh I know. I'm not looking for a relationship. Just a doll to play with"

True to her word, the homophobes and patriarchy pushers slowly disappear from your site. You also notice a corresponding uptick in extra girly, submissive bimbos talking up how pretty you are. It's great because you need the pep talk ahead of your first date...er, totally platonic meeting.

You spend forever picking out your outfit. You need to look perfect. Make a good impression for Mistress. You end up looking cute - but she shows up looking stunning, showing up to your date dressed in feminine finery. Making baby boy blue look as good as girly pink.

She has a beautiful floral adornment right around her throat. Perhaps it's a metaphor for her tight grasp on femininity. Or perhaps a future indication of how soon her ice queen grip will extend to a beautiful bimbo flower like yourself. You squeeze your legs together during the whole meal, imagining the second scenario.

She has you in her clutches from that day on. You're obsessed with her beautiful face and hair. Envious of her fashionable clothes. Above all else, in awe of her attitude and how she rocks her look to the fullest.

The next time you meet in person, your Doll Mistress casually drags a fur coat behind her, like the expensive treasured item is nothing to her.

God what you wouldn't give to be that coat…dragged around behind her…following in her footsteps. She's so incredible. You can't even say anything intelligent, just "OMG!" over and over again as she arrives. Her plush lips curl into a smile, a rare sighting worth more than her entire wardrobe.

"I'm glad you like my look, Kiki. You could be seeing a lot more of it. Come with me. Be my doll."

It's three months later. You and your wife have moved in with Doll Mistress. She spoils and pampers your wife, slowly turning her into a little plastic trophy, a mini-version of herself. You, on the other hand, are her pretty little doll. The one she brings everywhere, even stowing you away in a custom dollbox in her luggage when she travels on vacation. It's worth it to spend time with her and relax at the Bimbo Resort.

"Kiki? Mistress is out of her glass of BMBO. Won't you be a doll and scurry over to the cabana to get me a refill?"

"Yes Mistress! Of course Mistress! Anything you want!" you squeal excitedly, eager to be helpful.

"Good girl. If you return fast enough, I'll let you lotion up my back again" she purrs.

Quickly you bound away as fast as your high heels, wiggling butt, and jiggling bimbo titties will let you. Mistress has been so generous in turning you into her little bimbo pet. Serving her drinks is the least you can do for her!

Plus…the enticing thought of being allowed to touch her perfect plastic body…that's all the payment a doll like you needs. Just a bimbo doll serving her Doll Mistress.

#bimboification #f2f transformation #bitchification #trophy wives #bimbo resort #bmbo

[grogusmum]

Please Mister Please

JOEL MILLER X F!READER (nicknamed)

SUMMARY: You can't seem to escape that one song even after the apocalypse. Joel and Ellies friendship brings you some comfort, and maybe Joel is interested in more.

WORD COUNT: 1700ish

WARNINGS: None to speak of. Unless you need one for soft Joel. As always, if you see something I've missed, let me know in my DMs, and I'll add it.

A/N: Just a little something inspired by the Olivia Newton-John's song of the same name. (She was in her country music era) It's hardly edited, written on my phone, and Imma just yeetin' it out there. Oops. It's just the usual fluffy hurt comfort. But it IS my first go round with Joel. I hope you enjoy it! 💚

The jukebox was found on a supply run at some honky tonk out Fort Collins way called Sundance something or other. You laughed at your first thought, which was it's wasn't one of those new ones with CDs, realizing "those new ones" were now 40 years old... but this one was truly an antique, with vinyl in it and everything.

A Wurlitzer in all its chrome, brightly colored bakelite, and satisfying push button glory.

You shake your head now, thinking you should have known the moment you heard. Everyone was so excited. Because, of course, they were! How fun is an old timey jukebox full of country-western ballads, anthems, and line dance classics?

It brought an energy into Jackson, the likes you hadn't seen before it. You'd gotten in early on, and watched its evolution from place where people were merely surviving to an industrious hive of busy bees, creating abundance but there wasn't much room for joy and then out of the clear blue sky - line dancing. At first they couldnt keep it plugged in all the time, it was turned on for a half an hour at the end of the day, until they had a good handle on the dam and the power plant was working consistently. You're sure it was the inspiration for Maria's attention to holidays and socials after seeing the excitement and morale lift from it. Suddenly, y'all were living, not just staying alive. So it seems silly, with so much real life and death shit to deal with, to get so hung up on one song, but it carried so much weight for you, you just couldn't shake it. If only it wasn't so sweet, if only it wasn't so catchy… Maybe people wouldn't have noticed it among all the other tracks. But it was sweet and it was catchy, and about making it after all the shit they'd been through...

So naturally, at five songs for a quarter, it ends up in the mix at some point. (It's the only reason the town has any coins. Paying it could have been bypassed, but dropping the 25¢ seemed to be part of the fun.) So when you least expected it, it would start to play, and so far, it continued to flip your stomach and make your eyes glass. And think about how he and you didn't actually make it.

Joel and Ellie have been in Jackson several months now. Ellie dove right in, school, taking care of the horses afterward, trying to socialize. She's a little guarded sure but mostly funny and eager. Joel started helping Tommy right away, but it seemed to you more to keep busy than to join the community. He's wary and taciturn. When they weren't in those organized work times, they stuck close. When Ellie ventured into social activities, Joel let her go, but he was ever watchful, with Ellie checking in often even just a look over her shoulder, just to see if he was still there. He always was. They reminded you of a bonded pair of strays.

You liked your place, Catnip's Apothecary. They'd come in twice so far, once when Joel brought Ellie in for a poison ivy rash and once when Ellie brought a very grumpy Joel for inflammation in his knees Ellie found all your jars of tinctures, teas, herbs, and powders fascinating. Asking what everything did, looking at drying plants hanging from rafters in wonder, pspspsing the cats.

“Are you a witch?”

“Ellie!” Joel admonished, but looking at you for a tell. Were you? You could see him wondering.

Tonight, Ellie is at the rec center, a movie theater for the evening, awaiting the start of none other than Star Wars.

You only laughed. Sure you were, but what they were seeing here was hardly witchcraft, just herbalism, mostly. Joel and Ellie are both bright and observant - you're pretty sure they both noticed you didn't answer.

Where did they find all these 70s flicks? Nevertheless, A New Hope's a great find. You can't resist going, even though you know it by heart, and you'll have to force yourself not to recite all the dialogue. Sitting smack dab in the middle, surrounded by all these kids and young adults, seeing it for the first time, you munch your popcorn and smile.

You don't see Joel, but it's not like you are actively looking for him… just curious, given their perhant to stay together and you figured he will know the movie too, maybe he's more of a Trekie. When you catch Ellie's eye, she waves animatedly and moves to sit beside you.

“Sssoooo, you're like one of the only grown ups here.” there is a gremlin glint in Ellie’s eye.

“Yeah, I thought there'd be more nostalgia watchers-” you say a little sheepishly. “ But it's okay, I'll see it with a soon-to-be New Generation of Star Wars Fans. Bear Witness!”

“And what if it sucks?”

The noise you make is somewhere between an indignant scoff and a gasp of purest offense. But you rally.

“Oh just you wait padawan-”

"What's a pada-"

As quickly as the lights go down the attention commanding drums of the 20th Century Fox fanfare begin.

“Oop here we go! Buckle up, buttercup!!”

You live vicariously through the new audience for the next two hours, and it is a pure joy.

The young people of Jackson laugh at the Laurel and Hardy comedy stylings of Threepio and Artoo, they eat up the “though she be little she is fierce” snarky spirit of Princess Leia, gasp at Alderaan's fate and Obi Wan's sacrifice, cheer at Hans return, hold their collective breath when Luke turns off his targeting device to use the force, and burst into applause when he makes the one in a million shot, womp rats in Beggars Canyon take heed.

“Aw man I really hope we can see Empire some day,” you say as the credits roll.

Ellie is elated, peppering you with questions about the sequel and then Return of the Jedi and you do you best, not wanting to spoil too much if she actually gets to watch it.

“I'm this way,” she says suddenly, as she peels off from the town center, “see ya!”

You head toward the Tipsy Bison, to join the adults, most of which took advantage of the kids being off at the movie to do a little drinking and dancing.

The spring has brought high spirits, and with it bright chatter and the stomp of line dancing in progress. Grabbing a spot to watch, you order yourself a drink. When the song ends, there's hoots and applause, and the next one is slow and sweet, and it only takes the first note for you to feel the drop in your belly.

Joel saw you come in, he had seen you from the street actually, when the community center emptied after the film, he had his eye out for Ellie and saw her come out with you, talking animatedly and laughing. He smiled. You were his age, or close enough he guesses, not only from both the smile and worry lines but your points of reference when talking, only missing references that are local to growing up in Texas. It's comforting, you remember Before. You also have a light he can't get enough of, you didn't confirm nor deny it but he is sure you've enchanted him witch or not. He's just been to, 'shy' isn't the right word... he just hasn't been able to make any sort of move.

Now you sit alone, a moment ago smiling, tapping to the music. He had been taking in some liquid courage, in the form of whiskey, to ask you to dance. But the light in your eyes is replaced with a shine, not in the way he loves. He's seen this a couple times, he realizes. Times when your eyes go far away and a sadness descends on you.

He gets up and checks the jukebox, taking note of the song. He's pretty sure he's right. He can't bypass a song on a jukebox, nor can he tell a DJ to change it. But he's gonna talk to Walt the barkeeper, first chance he gets.

Then he does his best to saunter over to your little table, drink in hand. He's pretty sure his sauntering days are over.

“Hey Catnip, can I sit?”

You look up wiping your wide eyes.

“Oh, sure, Joel, please,” your smile tries to reach your eyes, but it flickers and can't stay.

“So," joel starts, he's not good at this. He's gotten better but, “You're Still the One, huh? For me it's Vince Gill- When I Call Your Name ”

You just look at him, and he starts to think maybe he hasn't improved at all.

“I don't know that one, it was kind of a fluke that our song, his song was a country song. It's not my usual genre.”

“Well it wasn't my lady and my song, it was the song that I listened to after she left. Sarah was so little. I felt so lost in those early days. Now I can't even hear the open-”

“Opening chords,” you finish with a chuckle, “yeah, I can't- and now of course it all wrapped up in the Before Times, too. But here it is, in a jukebox of less than 200 songs, the one song that represents my husband walking out on me before the shit hit the fan.”

“I can't even picture anyone leaving you with nothing but a song.”

“Yeah, well, I can picture it quite clearly. I can't imagine someone leaving you with a little baby girl to raise.”

“We are in the same boat, darlin’ until it happened I would have been with you on that. We were very young, 22, she panicked.”

“Aren't we a pair?”

“Why don't this pair go for a walk then?”

Joel holds his breath, looking into your lovely face.

“I'd like that.”

Standing, Joel holds out a hand to guide you up and out of the bar, it settles comfortably on your lower back, the song long over. His hand tingles and theres a flutter in his chest at being allowed to touch you this way.

It smells like petrichor, though the skies are clear. Joel's hand leaves your back to your chagrin, but he gently holds out his elbow, and with a crooked smile you slip your hand in the crux of it.

“Such a gentleman.”

He smiles and brings you to the newly constructed, yet to be painted, gazebo.

You climb the handful of steps and look at the town from this new vantage point.

Behind you, Joel comes close, his hand casually on your hip, like you did this everyday. His mouth close to the shell of your ear and a quiet hum floats in, the controlled breath tickling, you smile knowing the very apt song choice,

“Are you making fun of me Joel Miller?”

He chuckles, then the words over take the hum -

“Please mister, please, don't play B-17

It was our song, it was his song but it's over

Please Mr. please, if you know what I mean

I don't ever wanna hear that song again…”

Joel turns you, arm around your waist, his other hand sliding into yours -

" I'd sound a bit better with my guitar, but when we couldnt dance, so-"

He starts a simple box step, as he sings quiet and low, just for you, while turning you around the gazebo.

You join in singing whispering in his ear the chorus when it comes again. It feels cathartic. Then you step back - who is this man? Not the guy who came in with a little girl, a gut wound that should have killed him, poorly healed knuckles, and the weary eye of someone who is always waiting for the other shoe to come down on him like it's made of lead. But looking at him now, those brown eyes wide but the little crease between his eyes holding his concern. His jaw soft, making you take more note of his natural pout and the salt and pepper scruff, the little spot that just won't fill in, it looks like a heart… you wonder if it's as soft and smooth as it looks and if he'd let you touch it to find out.

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[aetheternity]

What ruins the mood during sex

A/N: {I remember writing one of these posts for AOT like three years ago. How times have changed.} Ok so like when I was writing Venti and Xiao's I felt a weird sense of Deja Vu like I'd somehow read a scenario like this in someone else's work but I can't tell if it's a real genuine feeling I should look into further or if it's some kind of random emotion based on this prompt which has been done to death as it is. But if someone tells me that someone else wrote this prompt with those two and created the same scenario I would look into it.

A/N 2: Ok so like I took my sweet time posting this because I wanted to see if I'd manage to come up with an idea for Kazuha, Albedo and Scaramouche but I could not. So if you want to know why they're not here that's why. (Yes this is a repost)

Characters: Aether, Cyno, Heizou, Tighnari, Venti, Xiao

Disclaimer: Adult situations, MDNI.

Cyno: In, a quickie turned accidental creampie.

He's got such a nice pace going. Your arms wrapped around his neck, legs tangled around his waist. Eyes fluttering shut as he slams your hips into the desk beneath you.

"Cy, are you gonna cum?"

He hums a quick reply, hips stuttering forward.

Your eyes nearly pop out of their sockets, "Wait! Cyno not inside!"

He manages to pull out but not before he'd already stained your clenching walls and a couple drops along your ass. "Since when do you want me to pull out?" He groans, eyes narrowing at the cum drenching the desk beneath you.

"Ugh! I just.. didn't want to walk around like this all day! I won't be able to shower till night fall.." You sigh in frustration. Spreading your legs wider to see the damage. "I guess I should've warned you sooner but I thought about it too late."

He simply grunts, "I will help you clean up as much as possible."



Aether: In, which one of us didn't lock the door?

He's got your hips from behind. A rather long moan cresting off his lips as he gets sucked in as deeply as he can go. Your own eyes rolling to the skies as you pull him in, pressing your hips back into his with vigor.

That is until the door creaks open suddenly, Paimon's voice loudly calling. Luckily Aether was far quicker he launched a pillow at full speed taking Paimon out fast enough for him to slam the door shut.

"Not now Paimon!" He screamed over her protests.

Meanwhile you'd already taken to the floor. Stripping the blanket from the bed as you tried and failed to hide your laughter.

Aether on the other hand looks less than amused.



Xiao: In, on the edge of glory.

You'd been teaching Xiao little things about mortal sexual relations. Not so much for testing purposes simply because he'd asked. Most of the things you'd talked about got you one of two reactions: A blank stare or a disappointed eye roll. Though as much as you wanted to properly ask, you decided against questioning Xiao's sexual exploration. For at least the time being.

At some point however Xiao had slid a book in front of you. The page already flipped to a section about edging. Now your mind probably shouldn't have immediately jumped to shock followed by an internal battle over your Xiao Xiao reading a book but-

"I wish to try this out.." He mumbled, staring off into space as he spoke.

"Of course."

Seeing as you'd done at least this much before: Getting him hard and then getting him close to cumming had been fairly easy. His breaths short and heavy as you worked him up just enough to perfectly edge him. That is until you started to work him up again only for his sensitivity to win out. His body crumbling as he covered his chest and your hand with his load.

You giggle a little at how easily, he quells at even your softest touches. Which of course was logical. He hadn't exactly done this with anyone else before.

"Aw Xiao.." You peered up at him completely endeared. Your heart fluttering so hard when you saw the way his eyes were squeezed shut and the bright red adorning his cheeks. "Xiao! It's ok! don't make that face honey it's ok."

He weakly grumbles but you just continue your praise, pressing kisses into the crook of his neck and along each of his shoulders. "We can try again, I promise."



Heizou: In, injuries may occur.

The way you've got his cock sliding between your lips, so slowly, so perfectly it makes him weak. He presses your head deeper, pushing you a little faster with soft words of encouragement.

On a particular stroke you manage to press deeper than you'd ever done before. Enough to kiss his pelvic bone. The feeling so intense Heizou's leg jolts, hard enough that his foot comes in contact with your stomach.

"Man alive! I'm sorry!" He pulls your face back, straightening up to check you for discomfort. "Are you ok?" His thumb softly massages your cheek.

"It's fine Shika." You simply grin. "It was good to know you were feeling good."

"Ugh, but that still couldn't have felt great.. Allow me to make it up to you somehow."

"What do you have in mind?"

Safe to say that moment had been ruined but perhaps the "moment" wasn't.



Tighnari: In, maybe you should've just left it there..

He's barely had a moment to sneak away all day and boy does he need it with the way you've been teasing him. He's nearly reached his limit and is about to shove you against the closest tree when a small window of opportunity arises.

The rookie forest rangers have a lunch break.. and that means so does he.

He slides into you so eagerly the second he gets you alone. Bracing your hips against his desk as he pounds you so unabashedly. Little giggles and moans falling off your lips. That is until a tube of some mysterious powder rolls its way off the desk, cracking as it collides with the floor.

"Shit.." Without hesitation Tighnari pulls out yanking the tube up from where it'd dropped. Unfortunately too quickly as his head immediately slams into the table's end. So quickly and so roughly it clattered around with you atop it.

"Oh archons, are you ok?!" You slide off the desk basically dropping onto the floor beside him. Tighnari's whine surprisingly loud as he rubs the back of his head just below his ear.

"I'll be fine but agh.. ow!"

Safe to say you two should probably finish later.



Venti: In, bless you??

You cup his face, devouring any and every moan he musters as they fill your open lips. His face scrunches up and you prepare for that all too familiar full body shudder he always does when he cums.

"Almost there, Love, so close." You coo

He lets out a little noise of confusion, nose twitching and before you can even begin to question it you're immediately covered in snot and spit. A surprise that's just as soon followed by him pumping you full of cum.

"Oh wow!" He chuckles "I'm so so sorry darling, I didn't realize I still had any sneezes left from my earlier performance at the Cats Tail ehe~"

"Venti.."

"I'm still so very sorry.."

"Run."

#ok lets try this again #don't understand why this post bombed so hard before but whatever #genshin smut #aether smut #cyno smut #heizou smut #tighnari smut #venti smut #xiao smut #genshin x reader smut

[sashaisready]

This Must Be The Place: Chapter 3 - Head in the clouds

Biker!Bucky x Femme Reader

Back at your beloved late grandmother's home to pack up her house, you have a run-in with the town's biker gang 'The Howling Commandos' and find yourself entangled with the metal armed President.

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Warnings for: drunk minor character, violence by a minor character to reader (she's okay!)

Thanks so much for the response to this story so far, so glad people are enjoying it. As always I appreciate reblogs and comments. Thanks! Also sorry for anything I get wrong about biker clubs/rules/rituals etc - just pretend that's how it works in this specific AU!

You’d been working at the bar for a few weeks and had just started to find your stride. You’d already whipped Tom, the blundering bartender from that first night, into shape by teaching him a few tricks of the trade. You’d even showed him how to make a couple of simple cocktails. Not that they were ordered much in a biker bar, but always good to have them in your back pocket. Sure, Tom would spill the syrup all over the bar and break at least one glass every shift…but he was trying. He was the brother of one of Bucky’s buddies and it was almost sweet the way Bucky wanted to help him out – even if it meant turning a blind eye to his often less-than-competent performance.

You’d also gotten to know more of the club and had learned about some aspects of the motorcycle club (or MC as they referred to it) and how it worked.

There was Steve of course, the no-nonsense blonde from that first night, Bucky’s righthand man. He was Vice President. Steve had been a little frosty with you initially but had warmed up and the two of you were becoming friends. You understood he was just a little protective, and that meant he was careful with outsiders and like to vet them first. He was strategic and careful, always one step ahead to ensure that the club were safe from potential threats. He didn’t always say much, but it was clear you’d know if he had a problem with you – so you settled into a quiet understanding with each other.

Bruce was the Treasurer, he was sweet and smart and easy to talk to. Sam was the Road Captain, he was amiable and easy-going, he teased you a little, but it wasn’t with any malice. You gave it right back to him, of course.

Nat, the beautiful redhead you’d seen playing darts, was the Sergeant-At-Arms, which apparently meant being the enforcer and keeping things in order. This had initially surprised you until you saw Nat in action whipping them into shape after some of them had a bit too much to drink one poker night at the bar – she was slightly terrifying, taking no shit from anyone. The whole MC respected (and were slightly terrified of) her… (maybe even Bucky). But the two of you got on well and she was sweet as pie to you, and you were always happy to have another friend.

Thor was the club Secretary, possibly the largest man you’d ever seen – well named. Until now you’d always associated secretaries with typing and pencil skirts – no more. Although seeing Thor in a pencil skirt would certainly be something.

Parker…or Peter, as you found out was his first name, was a recent prospect who had become a full member. He was still finding his way a little, and the others were still ribbing him, but he was sweet and enthusiastic, and you liked him a lot. The dart incident was all forgiven, although he still tiptoed around you a little despite your insistence everything was fine between the two of you.

You were still getting to know the other members – Scott, Clint, Loki, Drax to name a few…Then there were the hang-arounds – not members. Some were prospects but some were just buddies of the club. But Steve was very discerning about who they associated with, he would weed out any sycophants or creeps who just wanted the glory of an MC on their side. It was a whole new world, and you were still learning.

There were also a gaggle of girls who hung out at the bar most nights. They were sweet, some of them were involved with various members, some just wanted to be. All very pretty, very fun. They would drink and play bar games and keep the mood light. Perfectly nice to you, decent tippers.

It hadn’t bypassed your notice that Bucky, as President, was their ultimate target. They’d follow him around, laugh uproariously at his jokes and hang off his every word. Amber, who you’d sussed was their de facto leader of sorts, seemed to have staked some sort of claim. All blonde hair and long legs, skin that looked like an Instagram filter and tonight wearing a, frankly, gravity defying halter top. She’d give the other girls a certain look if they got too close to him and they’d dutifully scatter. Your instincts told you she was not someone you wanted on your bad side.

Bucky didn’t exactly deflect her advances. He’d grin at her with amusement when she would drape her long-manicured nails across his arm, whisper something in her ear that would make her giggle and playfully bat him away.

Which you were fine with.

Obviously.

It wasn’t like you had developed a huge crush on Bucky since you’d been working here, or anything like that.

You didn’t steal glances at him when he moved across the bar, his large, toned arms always bare under his kutte – one flesh, one metal. Some threadbare tee worn underneath, straining against his chest and impossibly flat stomach. Didn’t notice the way he’d absentmindedly brush his hair back out of his eyes, scoop it into a loose bun or small ponytail as he chatted. Definitely didn’t feel a little rush of giddiness when he’d lean over you to get to the cash register and you’d get a whiff of his cologne…

“Sugar? You still with us…?”

Your head snapped towards the intrusion, Bucky’s smile tearing you away from your little daydream as he leaned over the bar. Sometimes it seemed like he could read your thoughts.

“Uh, sorry,” you recovered, wiping down the bar with a washcloth. “Was just thinking I need to do inventory”.

He chuckled, “you work too hard, Sug”.

You smiled at one another for a moment before you saw Amber snake her hand around Bucky’s arm. “Buuucky”, she whined. “Come play pool with us,” she said pleadingly.

He looked at her then back at you, opening his mouth to say something before-

“Can I get a beer here or what??”

The three of you glanced down the bar towards the voice. A broad man in a trucker hat stood sullenly at the other end of the bar, gesturing dramatically at his empty bottle.

“Of course, sir, coming right up”, you chirped a little more cheerily than he deserved.

Bucky frowned. You knew that frown well already. He didn’t like the demanding customers who liked to bark their orders.

“It’s fine,” you told him softly as you pulled another bottle from the fridges. “I got this, you go play pool”.

He continued to frown but seemed to relax slightly at your words, looking over at the man sternly as he got up and Amber squealed excitedly at her victory.

Ugh.

“Just come get me if he gives you any shit” he said harshly as Amber tugged on him.

“You know I’ll give him shit right back if he does,” you winked.

“See? She’s a pro. Let’s GO” moaned Amber as she smiled sweetly at you before shoving him towards the pool table.

Bucky looked back at you for a second before the others cheered at his arrival and Sam handed him a cue. Amber had her hand on his back, rubbing it up and down.

You sighed and moved to hand the new beer over to the customer. You smiled and placed it down in front of him and in response he wordlessly tossed a bill from his wallet onto the bar. Charming. You peeled the money off and gave him his change from the register, then did your best to look busy as you kept an eye on the activity by the pool table.

Honestly, you didn’t know what was wrong with you. You were a grown woman, Bucky was your boss and you’d be out of here in no time anyway. Why were you feeling jealous of another woman about a man like this? You weren’t at school anymore. Grow up. The house was coming along nicely, it wouldn’t matter for much longer. You’d get over your crush and move on. You got the impression Bucky had a whole rotation of women…and that was perfectly fine. None of your business. Everyone knows getting involved with your boss is a terrible idea anyway…especially when that boss heads up a biker gang.

The next few hours passed uneventfully with a solid but not overwhelmingly throng of customers, the occasional whoop and cheer from the pool table as the club played and showed off.  You chatted with Nat for a while as she perched on a bar stool, then Vis and Wanda came by to see you which was sweet of them. Over in the corner, Amber was treating Bucky like a soldier back from battle solely because he’d potted a few balls.

The bar thinned out and only a few customers remained. You were at the bar by yourself just refilling the straw holders when a slurred voice interrupted you.

“Another fuckin’ beer” said the demanding customer from earlier, barely able to keep upright as he slammed his hand onto the bar.

What? No way had you served him that much. He’d had about 4 beers all night…What on earth-

“Sir…” you responded as he swayed and wobbled.

Just then, a small glass bottle fell out of his jacket and clunked hard onto the wood below. Ah, yes. That’ll be the culprit.

Your eyes flickered to the gang across the room who hadn’t yet noticed the small disturbance. You were tempted to call them over, but you didn’t want them thinking you couldn’t handle a single drunk guy.

“Sir…you’ve had enough. You need to go home,” you admonished. “You’ve brought outside liquor in here too and I’m not serving you anymore. You need me to leave, alright? I can call you a cab if you need-”

“Another beer…” he repeated, as if you hadn’t said anything.

“Sir, I told you – no. Now please leave,” you folded your arms, the annoyance of dealing with him all evening boiling over into anger. Maybe a little Amber frustration was there too.

“Ano-”

“No,” you cut him off. “Enough. Please go…”

“Listen here, bitch…” he pointed a dirty fingernailed hand at you. “If you don’t get me another beer-”

“You’re not getting shit, so save us both the trouble and get the fuck out before I get Security to throw you out. Hell, I’ll do it myself if I must” you spat back.

He stared back at you agog, seemingly surprised by your change in attitude. The confusion quickly shifted to rage, and it took a moment for your reflexes to catch up with your brain as he suddenly curled his fingers around the discarded glass bottle and-

You ducked, but unfortunately, a tiny bit too slowly. The bottle bounced off your forehead and hit the bar, shattering and sending little shards of glass into your arm. You stepped backwards in surprise and stumbled, crying out in pain as your lower back hit the bar shelf behind you.

You heard the stampede a second later, a flurry of leather and denim enveloping the bar as the man seemed to levitate – but in actual fact he’d been grabbed by Thor and unceremoniously hauled up by his collar. You briefly heard him stumble apologies, but the sound faded fast as Thor pulled him towards the door, flanked by Sam and Steve.

“Oh babe, I’m sorry we left you” said Nat who was leaning down in front of you and checking out your injuries. “You’re okay. I promise”.

You looked down at them too, your arm was bleeding slightly but didn’t look too rough. You couldn’t see your head but could feel a little lump forming. You didn’t feel pain, not really. The adrenaline of the shock saw to that.

“Why didn’t you call us over?? Jesus Christ, Sugar” Bucky chastised as he jostled past Nat and delicately moved your hair out the way to look at your head. You widened your eyes in surprise as he moved his face to yours, measuring your reflexes with his finger in front of your vision.

“I didn’t realise he’d flip…he was just drunk” you mumbled, slightly dazed for more reason than one. “I just told him to leave. I’m fine…”

“No, you’re not, you’re bleeding,” Bucky scoffed, carefully inspecting the cut on your arm.  “And maybe concussed”.

“Bucky…” you frowned.

“Don’t ‘Bucky’ me. You could’ve got really hurt. Why are you bouncing customers? That’s our job”. His tone was angry, condescending.

“Jeez I misjudged it, okay?” you scowled. “He seemed like a mouthy drunk is all. Don’t talk to me like I’m a baby..”

“I’m not! I just-”

“You were busy! I didn’t wanna interrupt…”

“Just playing fuckin’ pool, Sug! Not too busy to stop you getting brained by a bottle…”

“Alright, break it up you two,” Nat interjected. “We don’t need more trouble tonight”.

Bucky scowled but shut up regardless.

She squeezed your hand. “Let me take you in the back, we’ll get you cleaned up. And then let’s get you home, alright?”

You smiled at her, grateful for her kindness.

“No…I’ll take her” Bucky said. “Get over here…”

“Bucky…” you said with insolence.

But he just ignored you, grabbing your hand from Nat’s and dragging you to the back room.

“Buuuck,” whined Amber from across the room. “We still gotta finish the game”.

“Sam can take my shots” Bucky grumbled, continuing to pull you along without looking up.

“But-”

“Amber, what?! Can’t you see I’m busy here?” he spat, looking daggers over at her. “Ask Sam”.

She went quiet, then pouted and harrumphed. Bucky ignored her and kept going.

“Fuck, Sug,” he muttered. “What are we gonna do with you?”

*

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #james bucky barnes #this must be the place fic #biker!bucky #motorcycle club au bucky

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also uhhh if you want a request yourself, i’d love sone injured!nell content <3

Sure thing! :)

Injured! Nell x Gn reader

You were at home, minding your business. Word had been spreading recently about a highwaywoman, but that was honestly the least of your concerns at the time. You had other things to focus on- be it work, family affairs ect.

One night, while unable to sleep, you heard a scratching at your window. Intrigued by the sound, you opened it wondering what was out there. Nothing. How strange. You closed the window and moved towards the front room of your house, stopping in your tracks as you saw a shadow moving in the dark.

With your hands trembling, you picked up a matchbook from a nearby table, striking it. In the orange glow you saw the face of none other than the woman on the wanted posters littering the streets outside. You weren't scared though- you doubted some big scary highwayman would be routing around in the dark aimlessly.

You soon noticed she was hurt, spots of dried blood on her face and hands, and a noticeable wound beneath her coat. You whispered out to her in the dark of the night, reassuring her that you would not hurt her.

At first she held her pistol up, but her hands were noticeably shaking, she clearly was hurt. You guided her to an armchair, lighting some candles so you could see what you were dealing with. You may not have been a surgeon, but you were smart and had knowledge as to how to deal with these things.

As you gathered the things you needed to treat the wound upon the table, she looked down at you as if she wasn't entirely sure what was going on, furrowing her brows and chewing her lip in pain.

"what are you doin' then?" She whispered, as you gently lifted her shirt just enough to access the wound. You stifled a laugh, as it was the first thing she'd said- and marked her questioning your judgement. You'd be skeptical too if everyone wanted you dead.

"I'm cleaning the wound, with alcohol." You said.

She opened her mouth to say something else but hissed in pain as you began to clean the injury site. Once you were done, you stood up, offering your hand. She ignored it, wanting to stand by herself. However, she quickly realised she could not and took it reluctantly, allowing you to guide her carefully to your bedroom.

It was dangerous, really. But you figured if people from the village were to catch on the last place they'd check for a highway woman was your bedroom- the debauchery of it all!

Out of respect, you took a seat on the floor. Maybe you were a little captivated by her, too- her lovely red hair, her soft features, the way her chest rose and fell as she slept. You slipped your fingers between hers as she slept, wondering momentarily what it would be like to live a life like hers.

Eventually, sleep came over you too, your head lolling back against the mattress with your fingers still intertwined with hers.

You woke up to a playful slap upside the head, shocked as you saw her standing before you in her full glory. Startled, you climbed up to your feet, body aching from sleeping on the floor but willing to ignore it momentarily for this.

"Thanks for the help, sweetheart." She said, dropping some coins into your palm with a wink.

"But, where will you go, you're still hurt!" You protested.

"I'm feelin' much better now- thanks to you! Hey, and, I'll know where I'll come next time I get into a bit of a pickle, eh?" She said with a wink. You felt your face burning up, she was really very charming. You opened your mouth to say something, but she was already out the door.

#renegade nell #nell jackson #nell jackson x reader #nell jackson x gn!reader #injured!nell jackson #hurt/comfort

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BLAME @crispyfriedchikem

Part 2

Seriously, Are you surprised? What did you expect from Cassandra Dimitrescu, resident diva, a playgirl with insurmountable infamy?  You should accept the fact that she simply used you like the others behind you.

But she had never done for others what she did for you, she had never shown the affection she showed you, Cassandra was not cruel enough to tell you that she loved you and that she would be with you always, only to go away in search of fame and glory.

Right?

At least in the first two weeks you two will call each other, you will stay awake just to share some words with her even if you talked only about her, her roles and new works. But things started to get rocky with her chaotic routine.

"Sorry my star, too busy call you later! "

"oh, you were sleeping sorry love"

"I'm had to practice for my Audition call you later!"

Everything explode it one day that you called in the middle of the day forgetting that she was in rehearsals

"YOU INTERRUPTED MY REHEARSAL, DON'T CALL ME I WILL CALL YOU WHEN I CAN"

You stopped calling.

Your messages were read and sometimes she will answer.

But barely a month since she was gone she stopped. After three months without messages, without calls, without a signal you are a mess.

Most of the time you are in your room with your phone in hand waiting for her to remember you. The old texts that you had from her mock you mercilessly.

"Don't worry, my star, I take you with me and I leave my heart with you"

At least that was true.

She took everything from you and left the love she gave you wrapped around you like a chain around your neck.

Daniela and Angie, concerned about your mental state, first tried to distract you with alcohol and parties.

You were drinking for two weeks, neglecting your classes and grades, when you ended up in a fight with buttercup after she made a comment about your relationship with the actress, it was very clear that it was not the best way to cheer you up.

Nights of partying turned into nights of movies and video games, it helped but in the day all you did was to think about your girlfriend.

"Why don't you join a club or get a part-time job?" Daniela had commented while she was choosing which movie to watch. "Busy hands, busy mind and all that."

"Oh! My aunt donna has a flower shop you can work with her!" Angie exclaimed as she served the slightly burnt popcorn onto a plate. "She's outside the campus but she's not too far away."

You thought about it, a job wouldn't be bad but being so close to flowers would make you remember Cassandra after all that was the reason you avoided going to the cafeteria and Elena, too many memories.

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The day that you were planning to visit the clubs you ran into a familiar blonde walking with her arms full of books and papers.

Bela Dimitrescu, the resident workaholic and the older sister of Daniela and Cassandra.

Seeing how the amount of her workload was blinding her you offered a hand.

"Let me help you"

"I don't need it"

"I insist"

"Are you deaf I-"

Everything ended on the ground.

"...You don't plan to pick it up?"

"You threw it!"

"Because you were in the way!"

One thing led to another and you ended up being part of the student council. Your friendship with Bela progressed little by little. Cassandra had told you about her trips with her mother. Bela told you about her time with her aunt Donna and Angie.

You invited her to the movie nights and she help you with your homework.

She brought you food when Cassandra absence affected you too much, she laid down with you hugging you tightly while you cried in her chest.

You brought food for her when she was working extra hours in the council, you silently sat down beside her and took half of her work.

When she told you that Headmistress Miranda had stolen her heart you thought she was joking, but the stern look on her face told you that she was serious.

Someone else would have laughed, mocked or called a psychiatric hospital. But you went blank for a moment processing her words . The longer you remained silent, the more fear appeared on the president's face.

"Please believe me, I'm not crazy" the desperation she spoke with was very familiar to you.

"Cassandra is very busy when she gets free time she will call me after all she promised to do so" Daniela only looked at you with pity, Cass had promised to send her postcards and call often before leaving with her mother to pursue her dreams of stardom, two letters arrived into her hands and the only calls were the ones their Aunt Donna received once a month from her mother asking about them.

"She hasn't answered me yet but I know she read my message, she will answer me later for sure" Angie looked at you with frustration and helplessness, knowing well that you would end up crying in your room again because you wouldn't receive a single word.

The desperation for someone to believe you. To be on your side. Trust what you say.

So that's what you did.

You trusted her, you helped her win her heart back, and your friendship grew even more.

"Bela I can't take it!"

"Either you accept it or I'm putting it on you myself"

A golden ring with three rubies incrusted, a token of her gratitude. You refused but she was stubborn. In the end you accept it.

(You noticed that she started using clothes that hide her neck, because it was weird to see her in outfits like that of course not because you were checking out her tits)

You ignored the voices saying that you changed one dimitrescu for another

When she offered to travel the world, you accepted simply because you didn't want to stay in a place full of memories of your girlfriend. Is she still your girlfriend if you haven't talked to her in a year?

You were waiting for Bela outside a museum in London, a mother was talking on the phone next to you with her son holding her hand, the mother walked away from him leaving the boy alone with his ballon a few meters away from you.

The next thing you knew was somebody screaming and metal scrap was falling just were the boy was standing you moved without thinking using your body as a shield protecting him from the danger, pain was all you could feel before everything went black.

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Today it marked one month since your accident, she didn't want to leave you alone, fear that you would vanish the moment she left your side plagued her mind. She was only leaving to clean herself and eat what her stomach and nerves would allow.

Was this her punishment for wanting what wasn't hers?

You who treated her with affection despite not being easy to deal with.

You who reminded her to eat when she was focused on her work.

You who trusted her despite your doubts.

You who helped her  deal with her emotions with patience and care.

You who offered love and loyalty without asking for anything in return.

How could she not fall in love with you?

Is ironic, isn't? you gave her heart back only to gently remove it from her chest with your hands.

But you were in love with her sister. You were dating her sister. Cassandra, with you had zero communication even after one year since her departure.

She doesn't even know that you're hurt the only ones are Daniela and Angie. That wanted to be with you but Bela and donna stopped them, barely contained they called every morning and night for updates in your state.

If Cassandra called her she will tell her, if she called any of them and she asked for you they will tell her. That was the consensus.

She hasn't.

Why Cassandra had to be the one to get your heart?

Her thoughts were interrupted by the voice of the doctor responsible of you.

"Miss dimitrescu, I need to talk with you"

"Yes, I will be back soon, Mc"

Out of the room the doctor is blunt.

"Like you now they were really lucky, minor fractures in their back and a perforated shoulder, however the studies showed that the head trauma that they suffered was more serious that we thought. With this kind of results is safe to say that the probability aftereffects is high"

The doctor pointed to a part of your brain in the Radiography.

"This is were memory is stored and is the most affected part, this means that you should prepare yourself in case of memory loss"

Memory loss?

"This may vary from losing a few weeks to years, losing the ability to remember at all to just having a few gaps in memory there is not exact way to know until they awake and even we can't know if will be temporary or permanent. So I recommend to prepare yourself."

"I understand, thank you"

She enter the room, practically dropping in the chair.

Memory loss.

You could forget about everything. All your life, gone.

She fidget with the ring in hanging from the chain in her neck the one that was exactly the same as the one she gave you.

Normally it will be hidden in her clothes but after after this she needed the comfort.She just wanted to have something that was only her and yours.

Maybe you will be lucky and you will only forget the few weeks that you were traveling, that was okay nothing important happened. The laughs, the inside jokes, the special moments that you share with her, gone.

Maybe you will forget a few months, that is okay too. Ignoring the fact that you will put right in the time when Cassandra left you...

What if you forget about Cassandra at all?

No, she shouldn't think about it.

But..

Without Cassandra you will be free to love again... She may had a chance.

(You confessing your love to her)

No, she can't do that.

(You kissing her full of passion)

She wouldn't.

(You spoilt her rotten with all the love and affection you are capable of give)

She is better than that.

(Your hands on her hips caressing her softly)

No

(The trail of kisses burning her skin)

No

(The desire in your eyes just for her)

No

(Making her yours in exchange you will be hers)

No

(Hers, hers, hers)

No, no, no

How can she even think about that? She is a liar this is not the first time she does it.

You are waking up.

Thank God.

She calls the nurse, you try to move, she put a hand on your chest to stop you. You look at her confused.

"Who are you?"

She feels cold, you forgot her.

She deserve it.

The nurse entered with the doctor. You are checked properly, after giving you water, the question of the million is asked.

"What Is the last thing you remember?"

"I received a letter offering a full scholarship in Rumania, the last I remember was choosing what course to take. I selected to enter? To Check? The theater. After that everything is a blur."

"I see, Miss dimitrescu how long ago that will be?"

"Two years"

After being told about the situation with your memory and the care that you will need to fully recover, both of you are alone in the room.

You look at her and she knows what you're going to ask.

"I'm sorry for repeating but who are you to me"

Your friend.

"..."

Say it

"I'm"

SAY IT

"I'm your wife"

MONSTER

You looked surprised but not disgusted or disappointed. Bile was in her throat but she smiled warmly.

"Its okay kitten, the doctor said that because of the head injury you received your memories will be affected, don't worry if it doesn't comes to you yet or never. I will be right at your side like always, forever"

She is the worst.

She is disgusting.

How can she do this to you?

How can she do this to her own sister?

She is a horrible person.

Because she refuses to let you go.

But...

She will be the best wife, she will make you happy, she won't neglect you or make you doubt of her love. She will make things better, she promise.

"I'm sorry, I must had you worried sick dear"

You clean the tears in her face with your hand, you touch her face gently and she can help but hold your hand close to her face.

You yawn the medicine working fast.

"Rest, Inima mea I will be right here"

You fall asleep fast.

She keep your hand in her face.

Even if the love you give her is less than the one you had for Cassandra, she will be happy for you to love her.

Please just love her.

#Resident lover #Bela Dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #My work

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๑ keep safe : mr. prince and mr. executioner (17)

one piece x male reader

you know you should, 

so i guess you might as well 

what's the story, morning glory? 

well?

need a little time to wake up, wake up 

『 prev 』

last night, while [name] was digging, he had a lot of quiet time to think and reconsider where their journey was heading. they had assumed that the rebel army was in yuba, but now that they had found out it was really in katorea…everything seemed like a waste of time.

he didn’t want to be pessimistic especially with the state vivi was in, so instead he became an optimist. scratch trying to talk the rebel army out of their plans, he thought that they instead should just go straight to crocodile.

he was the root of the problem and if they were to expose everything while beating his ass up, then it’d be a win-win situation.

he was going to voice his ideas to vivi in a gentle manner and it seemed his captain had the same thoughts. but obviously, very different execution.

luffy had just nailed vivi right in the cheek with a strong punch and [name] had to physically restrain sanji from jumping their captain.

“wait, sanji, i know it’s difficult but wait,” [name] said in a light tone, making sure to keep the man still in place.

“you don’t know shit! oi, luffy, that’s taking it too far!!”

[name] continued to restrain the chef and only stopped when vivi began to shed tears to the point of sobbing. luffy spoke his mind on how to go about the situation and the princess finally understood what he was talking about.

she agreed with luffy’s solution, voice shaking as she did so. [name] walked over, grabbing ahold of her face and observing the cheek that luffy had struck.

“it’s alright, [na-”

“shut up,” he said gruffly, looking at her in confusion, “stop being so selfless, it’s gonna be the death of you one day,”

she chuckled, shutting her mouth in obedience and allowing [name] to examine her injured cheek. there wasn’t much he could do for it, since the damage was already done, so he just stood up and ruffled her hair.

”look at you, the fight hasn’t even started and you’re already getting yourself all bruised up,” he teased, watching as she had flushed in embarassment. he gently helped her to hop back onto the camel, looking up at her with a smile on his face. “i know luffy was the one that did all the yelling. but don’t underestimate me either, princess. i’m gonna kill crocodile,” he said simply, unintentionally making vivi’s eyes tear up once more.

she turned her head to the side, to hide the rush of salty tears from [name], “thank you, [name], for always looking out for me,”

“well, like luffy said, we’re friends,” he said gently, “of course i'll care about you.”

vivi looked at [name] for a second, smiling gently when she saw the relaxed look on his face. as if he wasn’t even worried about the upcoming fight. his hands were resting behind his head as he walked, a tight lipped smile on his face.

usually, over confidence in strength made vivi cringe in distaste, but it seemed fitting for [name] to exude such pride. and she had no chance, yet, to see him at his full potential, but for some reason, she already believed he would win whatever battle came his way. him and luffy were truly remarkable.

the rest of the crew walked through the sand, luffy and usopp whining the whole journey.

“hey, [name]!! don’t think i haven’t caught sight of that water jug you have!! share some, asshole!” usopp shouted, jumping at the jug of water that [name] had resting on his hip. the addressed man easily dodged usopp’s attempts, shaking his head.

“i need this more than you,”

“heartless! what a heartless crewmember! i, a weak and dehydrated man, is begging for but a sip of water, and you!! you scoundrel are not even taking an ounce of pity on me-”

“shut up, i’m getting a headache!”

“at least let me finish my complains, scumbag! give me the water already!”

“no, fuck off!!” [name] said, pinching the tip of usopp’s nose and then smacking his face away. "we don't know when we're gonna get water next and i really need this!" his fingers around the man's nose was still tight. 

“now you’ve done it!!” usopp said, charging at [name] in hopes of landing a punch. but one of [name]’s hands raised to catch his head and held him in place, making him simply run in the sand with his arms waving back and forth.

“heh, your head is the size of a ball, usopp, it fits in my hands perfectly,” [name] said, sighing dreamily after, “does this mean it’s fate for you and me?”

“fate for me to kick your ass, asshole!” usopp said, still running in place and waving his arms around like a madman as he threatened [name]. seeing as he was going nowhere, [name] took it upon himself to throw him aside and continue walking ahead.

“come back here!!!”

“you two stop fighting already,” sanji said in a lazy drawl, very much not caring about their fight at all. “[name] give some of your water to usopp,”

“no.”

“sorry, usopp, i tried my hardest,” sanji said to the sniper, who began yelling about how he didn’t even put up a fight for his need for water.

[name] ignored the insistent shouts of usopp, returning back to his unbothered walking. he did end up carrying usopp the last couple of miles, out of pity for his exhaustion. and when he saw the city of rainbase, he felt nothing but relief.

“water! water! water!” luffy shouted, rushing forward and going to find as much water as he could.

“luffy! wait!”

“don’t forget to bring water back for everyone else too!!” [name] shouted, looking at the duo that were running away from them. “let’s just find some shade to rest under, everyone,”

the group followed, lazing around in the town and relaxing for as long as they could. [name] and zoro went to taunting lashes, laughing as they saw him trying to bite them due to their teasing.

“watch, he’s so stupid he’s gonna try biting the stick again,” zoro joked, nudging [name] with his elbow to make sure he was paying attention.

“idiot,” [name] laughed, poking the side of lashes’ face and smiling even wider when he saw the camel pathetically try to bite his finger off. “you deserve all this bullying for the journey you put us through, and your favoritism to nami and vivi, bastard,”

the camel seemed unbothered by [name]’s complaints, instead trying to bite zoro and [name] even more.

out of nowhere, there was a sudden rumbling coming towards them. [name] sat himself up on his elbows, eyes almost popping out of his head as he saw that luffy was leading a swarm of marines towards them.

“of course he’s leading them to us!!” they all shouted in unison.

[name] quickly got up, cursing under his breath as he started running off from the marines.

“everyone, run!!!” luffy shouted, although it was a given.

the longer they stayed running through the streets, though, the more attention they were grabbing. and the ever present threat of baroque workers being all around them made itself known.

“shit, we need to split up, now!” [name] shouted, pushing through the crowd and looking to the crew that was behind him. “let’s all just meet at rainbase!”

“yeah, everyone split up!” luffy shouted in agreement, running forward and pointing at the crocodile casino, “if crocodiles there, make sure you get to that place so we can beat him up!!”

without responding, the crew all separated. [name] ran alongside sanji, nami, and usopp.

“nami, we struck gold, we have both sanji and [name] here! nothing is gonna happen to us!” the duo cheered in happiness, making [name] look behind him and grinning. the smile on his lips seemed to fuel the duo’s fantasy (of not having to fight anyone strong) and they continued clapping their hands together.

“make sure you keep up,” [name] smirked, making nami and usopp realize they were lacking behind and were closest to the marines that were hot on their tail.

their run through the town was cut short when they realized they were cut off by the navy. [name] grabbed usopp and nami by their collars and pulled them forward to make sure they narrowly escaped the swords swinging down on them, courtesy of the marines.

[name] grit his teeth, kicking the marine right in the stomach and ducking when another one tried cutting his head off. nami and usopp were now being throttled back and forth as they were still being held by [name], who was working hard in dodging the attacks.

“usopp, take nami and run! if you so much as let a hair on her head get hurt, i’ll kill you!” sanji shouted, kicking down his own opponents. “me and [name] will meet you later! go!”

[name] tightened his hold on the two, bringing them close to his face, “usopp, hug nami,”

the two flinched at the order, but the man soon complied and did as told, “perfect!” and with that, [name] roughly threw the both of them over the sea of marines. before any of them could try and get to the previously thrown strawhats, [name] opened the cannister of water on his hip.

“well, if we are in a town with all the water in the world,” his e/c eyes were shadowed from the onlooking marines, who were now coming to terms that a highly wanted pirate was their enemy. and said highly wanted pirate was relaxed and smirking as if nothing was amiss.

completely surrounded by marines and [name] and sanji were still grinning ear to ear.

“sorry, men,” [name] grinned, waving his hand. the lid of the water cannister was carelessly popped off and some drops of water were spilling out.

the marines were still for a moment, wondering what was to come before they all decided that it’d be better to get [name] dealt with now rather than standing there and waiting for something to happen. their comrades were already getting kicked around by that blonde guy, so they had to at least have some sort of victory for the marines. taking down [name] would ensure that.

too bad their bodies started dropping like dominoes the closer they got to [name]. the man was grinning ear to ear, watching as the swarm of marines dwindled down lower and lower.

and then finally it was only him and sanji left in the square.

a pool of bloodied water was accumulated on the floor, resting right behind the last man who had tried charging at [name].

[name] laughed to his heart’s content, leaning on sanji’s figure to make sure he didn’t go crashing down onto the floor.

“what’s up with you?” sanji asked, blowing out a puff of smoke as he supported [name]’s weight without question.

“sanji!! haha!! you should’ve seen their faces! they were all. “ahh,” and “waahh!””

sanji sweatdropped as he realized he was basically on baby sitting duty, seeing the funny faces [name] was pulling. he slapped the palm of his hand onto [name]’s face and scowled, “let’s just focus on joining up with the others, this is serious, [name],”

[name] pouted, “i’m serious, sanji! this is my serious face! but, i’m saying — you should’ve seen their faces!”

the blonde waved his hand, dismissing [name]’s defenses and walking ahead. [name] simply took ahold of his water jug and submerged it into a nearby water way, grinning happily when the top bubbled, signifying that it was filled to the brim.

he twisted the cap back on, letting it rest on his hip, and grinned when he saw sanji patiently waiting for him. he jogged to the blonde’s side, humming in thought, “what are we gonna do?”

just as sanji was about to speak, there was a shrill yell that broke up their conversation.

“[name]! sanji!”

when [name] turned around, he felt a sudden weight be put onto his chest. he grunted in surprise, but smiled when he saw that it was simply chopper, accompanied by crocodile tears running down his face.

“hey, chopper!”

this sent the reindeer into more hysterics, kicking in [name]’s arms about how when he went back to their original resting spot in the shade, everyone abandoned him. [name] laughed and set chopper down, making himself and sanji kneel down to be at his height. chopper also explained that while he was searching for the rest of the crew, he could not get a glimpse of any of them. plus the fact that he had lost their scent — meaning they were far away. 

by using basic logic, it must have meant they were in rainbase where crocodile was waiting. sanji and [name] looked at each other in understanding, knowing that they had to play it smart. especially if their assumptions about crocodile taking the rest of the crew as hostage was true. 

“this works out perfectly fine, then,” sanji said with a smile, puffing out a cloud of smoke. “we’ll need you, chopper!”

chopper blinked away his tears, nodding his head in determination — ready to be of service. sanji quickly broke down the plan, chopper would be the decoy, and him and [name] would invade the rainbase.

[name] was going to put himself as the decoy, but sanji declined saying that chopper’s transformations would prove to be useful in both being the decoy and running away from crocodile unsuspected.

besides [name] was too well known to be used in any stealthy sense.

so sanji discarded his robes, giving them to chopper, and the three seperated once more.

“you can do it, chopper, we believe in you,” [name] shouted, waving his arm back and forth as him and sanji were running off.

immediately their plan was set into motion, sanji got his hands on a den-den mushi (via a baroque works lackey they had beaten up) and rang up crocodile. 

with a smirk on his lips, [name] eagerly waiting for the transponder snail to be picked up. their adrenaline was coursing through their veins.

and finally after a couple of seconds waiting, the line on the other end was picked up. “hello? hello? is this thing working?” sanji’s spoke into the mic, grinning devilishly.

“yes, i can hear you,” a sultry voice on the other end replied. “you’re millions, right?”

“hey, is this getting through, i ain’t ever used one of these baby den-den mushis before,” sanji complained, making [name] cover his mouth to hold back his laughter.

if the situation wasn’t so dire and urgent, he would have pointed out how they looked like two kids prank calling an elderly woman. with how [name] was giggling behind his hand and the unyielding smirk on sanji’s lips.

“just spit it out, what’s happened?” a familiar voice spoke, mr. 0, on the other end now.

“ah, now i’ve heard that voice before. hey, thanks for calling, the shitty restaurant.”

“the shitty restaurant, huh?”

“wow, it sounds like you remember, i’m flattered,” sanji said, “this time i’m with my partner here and we’re excited to get the chance to talk to you again,”

“so there’s more than one of you? who the hell are you two?” crocodile asked in a pissed off voice and [name] would have paid any amount of money to see what face he would have been making, too.

“us? i’m mr. prince,” sanji lifted the mic up for [name], the man leaning over sanji’s shoulder with a proud grin as he shouted, “i’m mr. executioner, i’m gonna kill you-”

sanji smacked him on the head at his loud, outlandish threat and effectively made [name] shut up.

“i see, mr. prince, mr. executioner,” crocodile’s lazy voice drawled, “where are you now?”

“in front of the rainbase!” [name] shouted happily, cracking his knuckles, “come out so i can beat your ass! where’s the rest of the crew?!”

inside of the cage in the “basement,” usopp, nami, and luffy cried from inside the cage, “prince-san!!! executioner-sama! save us! we don’t have much time left!”

sanji had his hand clamped over [name]’s mouth, who was going to go off yelling at crocodile for capturing the crew, and instead sanji did the rest of the talking, “well i guess i’ll head over-”

[name] took it as his cuse, and just as planned, suddenly fired off a gun, twice. it created loud bangs that were definitely heard through the den-den mushi. [name] stiffled his laughter and cleared his throat before speaking, in an altered voice. he made his voice sound higher than it actually was and was trying his hardest to not break out laughing in the middle of his sentences.

he somehow convinced crocodile that the gunshots meant the elimination of mr. prince and mr. executioner.

“where are you?”

“we’re in the rainbase, at the entrance of the rain diner’s casino,” [name] answered in his high pitch voice.

sanji covered his mouth to hide his own laughter, creating fake sounds of pain to be heard on the other side of the den-den mushi.

and that was all the work the duo had to do. they could hear chopper wreaking havoc at the actual location they said, but now all they had to do was wait for crocodile to come out of the casino.

“see we didn’t need some stupid guy to help us, i did a great job with my fake voice,” [name] said, kicking the face in of one of the millions that sanji had captured. originally, they were going to use an actual subordinate of crocodile’s to convey the message, but [name] scratched that idea saying he could handle it.

and sanji was now clutching his stomach from the endless laughter he was creating. [name]’s high pitched voice was definitely something worth hearing in person, it was absolutely hilarious. what was even funnier, what really had sanji going, was the fact crocodile actually believed them.

“that dumbass! hahaha!” [name] laughed, banging the wall they were leaning on.

their short burst of relaxation and entertainment was broken up, though, when they heard chopper shouting about how he was mr. prince, how his accomplice mr. executioner was waiting for crocodile to come out to beat up. as he was shouting his head off, he was easily wiping out the entire crowd of millions that were charging at him.

when sanji and [name] finally caught sight of crocodile leaving, they calmly walked up the steps of the facility. [name] waved his hands upwards, causing a surge of water to completely destroy the bridge they had just walked over.

it would prevent anyone from being able to come back into the casino. or at least, stall them. pieces of debris were floating around the water, making [name] grin in satisfaction to see his method worked perfectly fine.

and when they entered the lavish casino, the first words that [name] said were, “gambling time!” and very obvious stars in his eyes as he saw the amount of games there were in the casino. sanji smacked him on the back of his head, muttering about how stupid [name] was.

“we need to keep an eye out, for anything that could point us in the direction of the rest of the crew,”

“but vivi is right there.” [name] simply said with a blank look on his face, pointing at a figure that was running through the crowd. her familiar deep purple robes were what made [name] recognize her, as well as the striking blue hair that was peaking from her headpiece. “oi!! vivi!!”

at the sudden calling of her name, the princess whipped her head around. when she saw the familiar faces doning on smug looks of accomplishment, staring back at her she almost cried from joy. she ran over and wrapped her arms around [name]’s neck, making the man chuckle and return the gesture. they stayed there for a couple of moments, [name] grinning ear to ear when he felt her bury her head deep into his shoulder. he had to leaned down quite a bit to give her even easier access.

sanji was seething where he stood, almost tangible steam coming his ears.

“hurry, you need to help them!” she said, pulling away, grabbing onto [name]’s hand. she led them to where they were trapped, [name] humming in surprise to see such a huge basement greeting them.

taking in the situation, [name] realized how lucky the rest of the crew was that him and sanji arrived in time. the water had already reached their upper thighs and [name] knew that luffy with his devil fruit weakness was probably drained out of all his energy.

sanji jumped down to deal with the alligator, or bananagator, seeing as it was that main thing keeping from reaching the cage. [name] stayed above water to think of how to break them out.

“sanji!!! where’s [name]?! did [name] come with you?!” luffy’s voice broke him out of his daydreaming, “[name], help me!! help!!! save me!!”

[name] grinned, jumping down to the water, “i know, i know, stop shouting at me.”

“prince!! executioner!!” usopp and luffy shouted at the same time, swaying back and forth once they saw their crewmates.

“stop wasting time already and look for the key!!” zoro shouted over their childish yells, glaring holes into sanji and [name]. "also what the hell cheesy names are those?! seriously, have some class about it!"

"oh, don't lecture me about class, you idiot! you're the least classy person i know," [name] said, using his ability to splash water onto zoro's face. 

“nami-san!! love me now?!” sanji said, jumping back and forth in the water as he searched for validation from the woman.

”yes, yes, i’m in love, now get the key and unlock this cage,” she said, swiftly dealing with the lovesick cook’s antics.

“right away!!”

“walked like a dog.” [name] said, watching as sanji was so desperate to please nami.

behind sanji and [name], the banagators seemed to be getting particularly hungry.

[name] grinned, “you guys are in my territory, don’t you know that?”

“take out the third one that just came in,” smoker’s advised from inside the cage.

[name] made a face of disgust, “a dirty dog!” pointing an accusatory finger at smoker, who was once calmly sitting in the corner of the cage. at the offensive term, though, he sprung to life and pointed his weapon at [name].

“shut the fuck up!” smoker shouted in offense, “i’ll have your head, orphan!”

“have i ever told you how impeccably stupid that name you guys gave me is? you’re gonna make me a villain cause i’m an orphan, that doesn’t seem really nice of you guys, so called pursuers of justice,” [name] said, getting distracted with lecturing smoker rather than the task at hand. he didn't have much to worry about, sanji was eager to please nami anyway, “if you’d know the truth smoker, i bet you’d deflect immediately from the navy.”

“what truth? the truth is that you terrorize marine bases and ships for fun, i’ve seen the photographs [name], don’t make me kill you!!” smoker retorted.

“hey, this is not the time to be discussing stuff like this!! we are about to die, if you haven’t noticed!” usopp shouted, getting in between the two.

but the glares that were being exchanged between the two were undeniable. it was as if there were sparks literally flying between the two.

“[name]!! direct that anger at that wax guy instead, he can make a key to get us out of here!”

at usopp’s command, [name] grabbed ahold of the man’s head and slammed it into the water, “i’ll drown you if you don’t make a new key, asshole!”

“why am i suffer-” [name] dunked his head in the water before he could finish, “you’re supposed to be mad-” [name] dunked his head in once more, “i’ll do it!!!”

and sanji kicked mr. 3 towards the cage, where the man obediently made another key. instantly, the second the door swung open, [name] came bounding inside and punched the marine in the stomach.

“dogs are supposed to be obedient aren’t they?!” [name] shouted, going in for another hit if it weren’t for zoro holding him back.

“we have to go, come on!!”

the walls started to crack underneath the pressure of the water and [name] thought fast to grab nami, usopp, and vivi first. luffy was in the hands of zoro or sanji, [name] trusted that fact. so he didn’t look back once when he took the three into his arms and swam upwards.

he reached the surface the fastest among the crew, the water underneath his kicking feet propelling him forward to support him. he easily threw all of them onto the walkway that was beside the water, coughing out some water he had accidentally swallowed.

soon, sanji with luffy broke the surface and then zoro and smoker were the last. [name] glared at the marine, going over to kick him back into the seawater, but was stopped when zoro held his arm out in front of [name]’s advances.

“luffy said to save him, we can’t throw him back in,” seeing that [name] seemed pretty dead set on kicking smoker back in the water to drown, zoro spoke again, “your captain gave an order,” zoro reworded the phrase, not budging from where he stood, “i don’t like it either, but if luffy said so…”

[name] sighed, taking in several deep breaths before walking over to smoker and kicking him in the face, “fucker,” was all he said, collecting himself as he walked back over to the original trio he pulled out of the water.

“are you guys alright?”

“fine,” nami said quickly, wringing her clothes of water. “thanks for getting us out of there, [name],” the man only shook his head, pinching the tip of usopp’s nose to wake him up.

“no big deal,” he simply commented, watching as usopp slowly came back to life at the torment [name] was giving him.

“why are you always playing with my nose?!”

“ah, good morning, usopp,” [name] casually greeted, making the sniper almost bite his finger off in annoyance.

[name] did his best in ignoring the marine that was still with their group, turning a blind eye to his presence. luffy and smoker exchanged some words, but [name] was tuning them all out.

he did notice that smoker was letting them off the hook, though, so he spared the marine a grateful look.

“get in our way and i’ll kill you,” [name] spoke with a firm tone.

“likewise,” smoker said in annoyance.

“you’re not entirely unlikeable, huh?!” luffy said with a bright smile on his face, a stark conrast to the glares set on the marine and [name]'s faces.

a blush cascaded on smoker’s face, so he slammed his weapon down where luffy once stood and shouted at them to run for it already.

[name]’s face remained stoic, grabbing ahold of zoro’s robes and dragging him along, running from the incoming barrage of marines.

“i can run on my own!” zoro shouted, trying to shake off [name]’s hold.

“i don’t trust you,” [name] simply said, making zoro only fight even more. “seriously, zoro prove to me which way is left and right and then i’ll let you go,”

zoro went dead silent, no longer fighting the hold [name] had on his collar. he simply let himself be dragged off.

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《Chapter Two: Legitimacy》

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     Quiet mornings were always (Name)'s favorite, and after marrying Aegon, she had them almost every day. Her husband was a heavy sleeper, and he usually didn't rise until noon, which left her in bed reading her favorite book with her cat Balerion curled up in her lap. It had been six years since they married, and things were quite peaceful at court. 

At least, they were until today. 

Her brother's legitimacy was being called into question, and they would be hosting a trial today. The anxiety leading up to today had been torturous, and her only comfort had been spending time with the children. Helaena and Aemond's twins were around the same age as her young son, Laenor. Despite being married right after the incident on Driftmark, Aegon and (Name) hadn't had him until about three years ago. 

(Name) peeks up from her book as a knock comes at the door, and Balerion hops off of the bed, his large, black body bounding to the giant wooden door as the queen enters, looking rather peaceful. Still worried, though, Queen Alicent was always worried. 

"Your parents and siblings have arrived," Alicent says, her eyes darting to where her oldest child lies, still fast asleep. "Rhaenyra requests that you join her for a meal before the... hearing." These catches (Name)'s attention and she put down her book, her eyes lighting up. A little body bounds into the room, jumping onto the bed. It was none other than her son, Laenor. His hair was unruly, but he was dressed. It was likely that Althea had started dressing him, but he'd tagged along to visit his parents once his grandmother showed up. Laenor's hair often reminded (Name) of her brothers. It was fluffy and unruly, something he no doubt got from Aegon. "I should get dressed and meet her, then." 

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     Rhaenyra paces the room as she waits on her daughter's arrival. 

"She'll be here any moment, I'm sure," Laenor smiles as he watches his wife pace. Rhaenyra sends him a dirty look, her purple irises blazing with worry. "That is only if Alicent went to fetch her. I have not seen my daughter in six years, Laenor, and we did not attend her wedding... for all we know she could hold resentment towards us." She places a hand on her stomach as the memories of that night on Driftmark come flooding back. She had been devastated when (Name) had been taken from her. She was Rhaenyra's first child and her only daughter, being separated from (Name) had left Rhaenyra depressed, and they hadn't gone to the wedding due to Rhaenyra's disdain for Aegon. It had been unfair, Rhaenyra knew that, and she regretted that choice now more than ever. 

Before Laenor could say anything in response the large wooden door opened, revealing (Name) in all of her glory. Grown and beautiful, Rhaenyra hardly noticed the little boy in her daughter's arms. 

"Mother, father, I'm so glad to see you both," (Name) says softly, standing next to Queen Alicent as she smiles at her parents. Rhaenyra loses her breath, looking at her daughter with wide eyes. (Name) was wearing a dark blue gown, her color of choice, and her white hair was put into a simple braid. It was obvious that she had hurried to meet them there, and Rhaenyra cannot help but find that comforting. Maybe her daughter did not hold disdain for her after all. Walking towards her parents, (Name) happily introduces them to her son. "This is little Laenor," she says, smiling at her father as he grows teary-eyed at the revelation of the little boy's name. Rhaenyra shares a look with Alicent at the mention of this child being her daughters. "You had him? He's yours?" "And Aegon's, of course," (Name) laughs a little, sitting down at the table, letting her son waddle around the room. 

"Ah, where is he?" Laenor questions, sitting next to her before pouring himself a goblet full of wine. Alicent grimaces before taking a seat herself. "Still in their bedchamber, he usually doesn't wake until noon, I'm afraid." Alicent sighs, turning her head into her hands as (Name) giggles lightly. "Yes, well, today is not being rushed. We can enjoy breakfast before today's trial... besides, I haven't seen my mother and father in years, it would be good to catch up." Alicent nods her head before standing from her seat. "I'll leave you, then. I've still to visit the twins, and they can get fussy in the morning," Alicent clasps (Name)'s hand in her own tenderly before taking her leave. 

Once the door is closed once more, Rhaenyra sits next to her daughter, her fingers rubbing comforting circles into (Name)'s hand. 

"Have... have they been treating you well here?" Rhaenyra questions quietly, staring at the younger Laenor as he plops down on the ground. She could tell that he was just learning how to navigate himself. (Name) stared at her mother for a few seconds before smiling softly. "Yes, mother. I've been treated just fine. Honestly." "And he is your first? You and Aegon were married right after you were brought to Kings Landing... surely Alicent would expect an heir before now." Rhaenyra, all those years, felt sick to her stomach thinking about how they would most likely make her daughter into a broodmare, but here she was with only one young child. "Yes, I decided to wait to have children." 

Laenor sets his goblet down, his attitude suddenly turning serious. 

"You do not have to attend this trial, Sweet Girl," he says, his lips turned downwards as the reminder of Luke's legitimacy comes crashing down upon them once more. "My uncle is rather ambitious, and he intends to disinterest all of you, not just Lucerys." Rhaenyra scowls at the mention of Lord Vaemond. "He will try his best to humiliate our family, and you have never had the stomach for confrontation," Rhaenyra grits out, now holding young Laenor in her arms as the young Targaryen drifts off for a nap. (Name) reached over to smooth her sons hair before giving her parents her answer. 

"I know this, but I intend to defend my brother until the very end, Lucerys is the rightful heir to Driftmark, and Lord Vaemond should do well to remember that." 

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     Despite her words to her mother and father, (Name) cannot help but feel a wave of dread wash over her as she stands next to her husband in the throne room. The Queen, Helaena, and Aemond are also there, but that brings her little comfort. Instead, she holds onto Aegon's sleeve discreetly, an awkward display, but one he was used to nonetheless. Aegon's hair was unruly, and he looked halfway dead, but him being there with her brought (Name) comfort. 

"Why do you worry? Nothing will come of this." Aegon whispers to his wife, his voice groggy. He had just woken up recently, that much she knew. "My mother is right, he will use this trial as a way to question all of my siblings... and that includes myself. Vaemond holds no love for us, and now that grandsire Corlys is wounded, he is grasping at a goal that does not belong to him," she starts to fiddle with the long necklace that rested on her chest; a nervous habit she'd gained in her childhood. "You sound very wise when you talk like that," Aegon muses, ever the flatterer. "It's quite attractive." 

The trial had been just as horrid as (Name) guessed it would be, but even worse. Ser Vaemond had threatened to spill her blood to prove a point, hypothetically, of course, but (Name)'s mother had not taken that lightly. He'd thrown several other insults at her mother before his head was promptly disposed of by Ser Harrold, by request of her grandsire the King. 

"Threaten my daughter again, and I will not hesitate to feed you to my dragon." 

Ser Vaemond's body would not be making it back to Driftmark. 

And now they all sat at a dinner table as though nothing had happened. 

(Name) felt sick. 

"Sister," Jacaerys' voice is what breaks her from her daze, and for the first time in years she properly sees her younger brothers. Both of them had grown significantly during those years, and she realizes just how much Jacaerys resembled their mother. He had her attitude, as well, (Name) had heard. "I find it regrettable that we only got to reunite after... that," (Name) tries her best to ignore what had transpired. Watching Vaemond's severed head fall to the ground had been mind-boggling. "Hopefully, you all will be able to visit more often. Your presence is surely missed." "We shall, now that I know I am a proud uncle." Jacaerys beams, his dark eyes lighting up as he holds onto his sisters arm in a comforting manner, Aegon side-eyeing him the entire time. 

"It's been quite a long time, hasn't it?" Viserys mumbles under his breath as he smiles at his granddaughter. "You should stay longer, it would bring comfort to this old man." 

The night had seemed to end well, until that damned pig arrived. 

It was then that she was reminded by her brothers affinity for teasing Aemond. 

Feeling faint, (Name) tries to excuse herself. "I wish to retire to bed, before I witness anything else tonight," she says, rising from her seat. Jace and Luke bid their older sister farewell as she walks away from the table. Aegon rises to follow her, a smug smile on his face as he looks back at Jacaerys and Rhaenyra. 

Once in their bedroom, Aegon helps his wide into her sleeping clothes, noticing her exhausted state immediately. She climbs into their shared bed, a hand resting on her stomach as she lets the irritation of tonight pass. He climbs in with her, resting his head on her chest, and (Name)'s hands smooth down his messy hair. Aegon doses himself with a swig of wine before cuddling up into his wife. 

"Am I allowed to ask why you're so tense, Ābrazȳrys?" Aegon mumbles into her chest, his hands stroking down her arm. Physical contact seemed to comfort him. "I have a bad feeling about tonight, and I wish to go riding." (Name)'s voice is small and meek, like a child's who knew something they shouldn't have. "Ride what? Me? That can absolutely be arranged." She snorts at his response, her chest bouncing slightly. "Nightdreamer. I wish to ride my dragon, Aegon." 

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

     She is awoken by the sound of rushing feet outside of their door.

This was not a usual occurrence. The Queen usually warned servants to be quiet around the princess' chambers, "a mother needs her sleep" as Alicent would say. Today, however, it was so loud (Name) woke with a migraine starting to set in. Aegon, surprisingly, was awake as well, his eyes dark and sleepless. 

What had happened last night after she went to bed? 

"Your grandfather is dead. He passed late last night." Rhaenyra was the one to give (Name) her answer, and the devastation washed over her like a tidal wave. "He was... fine. Just last night he was smiling and-" "I know." 

The silence between Rhaenyra and (Name) was deafening. 

"This means you must ascend the throne, mother." 

"... yes." 

Her mother had been crying before this, (Name) realized. The tears were long dried, but you could see the stains they left behind. 

"... your coronation will be shortly after I am crowned Queen," Rhaenyra states, her voice wobbled slightly as she gripped onto herself tightly. 

"You are my heir, and I should name my heir quickly, lest the lords of Westeros forget themselves. They will swear fealty to you the same way they did for me when I was young, and you will succeed me once I pass." 

Heirs, Kings. Queens. 

They were all becoming more real to her, and that was such a terrifying thought. 

masterlist☆

#cw: yandere content #cw: yandere blog #cw: yandere #scgrios fanfic #yandere rhaenyra targaryen #yandere aegon ii targaryen #yandere aegon targaryen #yandere hotd #yandere house of the dragon #yandere headcanons #yandere imagines #yandere content #yandere #kay writes #rhxegal

[vex91]

Ahn Yujin - A visitor

Pairing: Ahn Yujin x Female Reader

Fandom: IZ*ONE / IVE

Requested by: @luvjanexx

Request: hii can i request yujin x ive member reader fluff

yujin ad reader being cute on vlive please and thank you !!

Summary: During your most recent vlive, Yujin decides to pay you a visit and stays for the rest of the live.

A/N: I love fluffy Yujin, thanks for requesting <3

3rd's POV

Y/N is here!!!

Are you at your dorm rn?

Comeback when?

Hi!

"Hi guys. Yes I'm at the dorm right now, in my room to be exact. I was actually bored so I decided to turn on the live and talk with you all" You said, reading the comments. People were slowly tuning in and you continued talking with your fans about random topics like what did you eat that day or what you planned to do tomorrow.

"Yeah, other members are still doing their photoshoots. I finished earlier than everyone today" You answered another question about the other members whereabouts and laughed when you remembered their faces when you told them that you finished for today and could go home.

Poor members lmao

Y/N won life today it seems

You continued talking with your fans until you heard a knock on you door "Come in" you yelled and soon the door opened, revealing your leader in her full glory. She was in her sweatpants already which meant that she came back some time ago. She was also wearing a gray hoodie with a hood pulled on her cap. In her left hand she had a bag full of what you could see be different kinds of snacks and drinks.

"It looks like we have a visitor today guys" You laughed at the camera as Yujin started dancing her way to you. You turned your phone a bit so the camera could catch at least a little bit of your leader being a loveable fool as you often said.

Soon though you had to put your phone to the side so it could show you and Yujin who took a sit next to you after pulling her hoodie of, leaving her in a simple white t-shirt. The cap stayed on her head as she greeted the fans "Hi guys. It's Yujin who managed to finish her today's schedules" She made a V to the camera and looked at you to signal you to do the same. After looking at each other for a few seconds you turned to the camera and made a V of your own, earning a happy "Yay" from Yujin.

They're so cute together🤭

The V queens are here✌

We're gonna be fed so well today :>

"Are the others still working?" You asked her as you started looking through the bag that Yujin brought "Rei and Jiwon finished before me but they went somewhere together. Gaeul unnie and Hyunseo are still busy" You hummed at her answer as you continued looking for your favorite chips. Yujin used this time to read some more comments, giggling at one specific "You guys look like a couple right now" You quickly looked up and noticed that you indeed looked like a couple, mostly because of Yujin's cap on your head and her arm being wrapped lazily around your waist.

Omg they do look like one :0

Starship probably doesn't have them on a gun point this time

They're my parents idc

They're accepting their fate I see😈

The live continued with some occasional jokes about your relationship, Yujin being her flirty self and you actually becoming flustered over some of the things she said. Your not so small crush on Yujin didn't helped the situation too, it only grew during this live.

"They asked us to hold hands" Yujin said and looked at you with a teasing grin as she put her hand out in front of you "Come on, I'm waiting" You sighed and connected your hand with hers. You did hold hands occasionally but only now you realized how your hands fit perfectly together, so much that you've even started questioning if it was true or if your mind decided to play tricks on you.

Suddenly Yujin brought your hands to her face and kissed the back of your hand. It was so sudden that you couldn't help but gasp lightly as your face started heating up. Your heartbeat started being faster as you looked away from Yujin and onto the comments.

Woah Yujin so flirty😳

Is our ynnie blushing?

Omg she's blushing :>

We're being fed so well today🤭

"Did I made you flustered?" Yujin looked at you and you slapped her shoulder repeatedly in order to get her attention away from you which only made her laugh loudly "Y/N is so cute right guys?" Yujin looked at the camera again, pulling you more into her embrace because after the whole holding hands thing you pulled away from her a little "Oh shut up" You mumbled but still cuddled more into her side.

You heard your members downstairs and looked at the time "We're here a while now. I guess it's time to say goodbye" You started as you and Yujin got closer to the camera "I'll do another live tomorrow so you can come back here if you had fun today. Are you going to visit us again unnie?" You asked Yujin as she nodded "Probably yeah. We'll see if Rei lets me, lately she's been complaining that she wants to be on one of your lives too" You laughed when you imagined Rei complaining, she must have looked so cute.

Before you realized it Yujin kissed you on the cheek before you could end the live "There was a comment that told me to kiss your cheek" She said with a smile and you only managed to nod as you ended the live. Honestly you didn't had to know that there was no comment like that and Yujin just made that one up.

#vex writes #ive x reader #ive reactions #iz*one x reader #izone x reader #iz*one reactions #izone reactions #ahn yujin x reader #ahn yujin

[vole-mon-amour]

Cyberpunk 2077 is both cool and hilarious to me. Some Nobody, an ordinary kid (that would've died and their glory would've ended on a junkyard without even getting started) gets this ex rockerboy jacked into their brain, and suddenly you're friends with his exes:

THE best fixer of Night City/Queen of the Afterlife herself;

The current rockerboy Kerry Eurodyne with whom you can suddenly have a thing or two and maybe turn it into a short romantic relationship.

Back in 2013, Kerry could easily spend a night with a fan (or just a quickie after the gig, no need to get personal and close at all), but he wasn't as popular and as mature as he is in 2077. Plus, I doubt that a one night stand ever turned into something serious. Judging by the way he described his previous relationships, they were always so fucked up: he was either being constantly cheated on (??? who dared and why?) and eventually got mentally destroyed by his ex wife. No wonder it lead to such horrible depression and suicide rumours/attempt(s).

Then V enters the scene. Breaks into Kerry's house, gives Johnny the reins, and suddenly, the two are connected and can have something V wouldn't even have a CHANCE to have with Kerry. I'm pretty sure V wouldn't even know Kerry in person if it wasn't for Johnny, because Kerry is THAT popular & has tons of fans like V. Just a face in the crowd.

I mean, how many people dream being just a little bit close to Kerry? And when Kerry presents his new collab at a full club, Kerry suddenly pulls this unknown Nobody out of the crowd closer, introduces her as his right hand to the press, and then they leave together and spend some time alone on the roof/at his fav restaurant. Can you imagine how jealous some of those people might feel?

For a while, V becomes closer to Kerry in the real life than anyone could ever dream of. Fans? Like hell he'd let a fan or press that close to himself (and they would definitely NOT be welcome to enter his villa at any time of day and night).

And the more time passes, the more popular Kerry gets (so he goes from Very Popular to Incredibly Popular and Demanded and Wanted By Fans and Press.) The new album, new tour with his huge billboards around the city?

And where's V? Oh, V is either in a coma and basically forgotten by all her friends (including Kerry, and there's no going back to how it was before, it's completely ruined, and V can no longer help Kerry with his wildest deeds) or dead by that time. Isn't that nice. :)

Oh, the tragedy.

(Though I must notice that Vik and Misty are still have to see V. It's just still incredibly tragic & there's no fixing that in canon, either.)

(And that's partially why I still choose The Temperance ending. At least the body is being used and has a purpose. Can be reunited with Kerry, too, if there's such need/wish.)

P.S.: And it's not even about romance. It's literally about the one in a million chance that grants V everything she ever dreamed of and that simultaneously completely destroys her, no matter what she does. (And I talk about V as a female bc that's what I'm comfortable with the most. You do you.)

#kerry eurodyne #kerry x v #johnny silverhand #phantom liberty #cyberpunk 2077 #natisplaying #cb2077 #natiswriting

[dr-trafalgar-law]

Trafalgar Law X CisFem Reader CW : Pet Loss

5

Business at the hospital had picked up recently. It felt like everyday there was an emergency patient coming in. Some were established patients and some were walk-ins. Chopper had finished his short training at the reception desk and was now doing the rest of his externship in internal medicine with Dr. Newgate. Needless to say, you were feeling a little overwhelmed with work.

At least Azul was doing better with her physical therapy and coming to work with you everyday. She got plenty of attention and exercise.

This particular day was no different. The phone was ringing off the hook, emails were piling up and you'd had two emergency walk-ins, the second of which was crashing when they entered the building.

You made a stat page and ran around the desk taking the cat from the client to get him to the treatment area or a technician - whichever you made it to first. Bepo came bounding out of IMed and swept the carrier out of your hands.

“Distressed breathing!” Was all you managed to get out before the mink was running back to treatment.

You turned back to the frantic elderly woman that brought him in. Betty was an established client. Her kitty Stevie had been coming to the practice to be treated by Dr. Newgate long before your time at Phoenix Rising.

Stevie had a multitude of medical issues that had Betty stopping in to fill medications at least every other week. He was an elderly flame point Siamese that she rescued in an alley when he was just a kitten.

“I've never seen him like this.” She cried as you wrapped your arms around her.

“It's alright, Dr. Newgate is looking at him now. We'll take good care of him.” You rubbed her back and guided her into an exam room to calm down.

After getting her seated you took a box of tissues from the cabinet and placed it in the chair next to her. Betty wiped her eyes and adjusted her glasses as she told you how she'd found Stevie twelve years ago. He was a feral kitten and in many ways still was. He didn't like being handled, even by Betty. You'd heard this story many times before, but nodded along like it was the first time because it calmed her down. As she was nearing the end of her tale Bepo stepped into the room.

“I'm sorry,” he nodded toward you, “Dr. Newgate will be in shortly. I just needed to get some information from Mrs. Daniels.”

“Sure,” you turned to Betty, “I'll be at reception if you need anything.”

Using the back door of the exam room you stepped into the treatment area to see Marco closing the door to the oxygen kennel where he'd placed Stevie. The blonde shook his head as he approached.

“Can you please get the euthanasia paperwork ready for him? I'm going to have a tough conversation with Betty-yoi.”

“There's nothing you can do?” You frowned.

“Even I have limits F/N,” he smiled softly, “we've talked about this.”

Dr. Newgate happened to possess a very special devil fruit. Not many knew about it - having a devil fruit was still fairly taboo. Most people with devil fruits had ties to the great pirate era. Though that time was mostly over, you definitely didn't want the government to know if you had one. Those who were known were documented and kept track of. You weren't entirely sure in what capacity, since you yourself didn't have one, but you'd never tell on those who did.

Marco used his power sparingly at work. He'd told you many times that death was a fate he couldn't change. Small wounds and minor illnesses were one thing, bringing a patient from the fringes of the afterlife was another. You hadn't seen him use the fruit in its full glory but you'd heard stories from his brothers, Ace and Thatch.

There was a reason the hospital was called Phoenix Rising.

Once you had the paperwork ready you reentered the exam room to speak to Betty. Part of your job, unfortunately, was helping clients make the most difficult but most humane decisions for their pets. Humane euthanasia allowed them to say goodbye with dignity and end their suffering. It had been hard for you at first but over the years you'd developed the simplest, most comforting way to go over after care.

After choosing a cremation package and urn, more fond stories and tears you had Bepo bring Stevie in for his final goodbye. Betty thanked you for finally giving her the closeness his feral nature never allowed and you stepped out of the room into the treatment area. Taking a deep breath you pushed back tears.

“I don't envy you for that,” Shachi stepped away from the doctors as they were rounding in a departmental transfer.

“You're the ones that do the hard part.” You stood at one of the computers to input Stevie’s aftercare information.

“People are the hard part.” He chuckled, patting your shoulder, “Coffee is on me later, ok?”

“Sure, thanks.” You nodded offering a small smile.

“Shouldn't you be prepping the next case, Shachi?” Dr. Trafalgar called sternly.

“I'm going, I'm going.” The redhead muttered heading back to the surgery wing.

“Are they ready for me to go back in-yoi?” Dr. Newgate stepped away from the surgeon.

“Give her ten minutes, she's happy to hold him for a while.”

Marco palmed your shoulder as he moved past you, “I'll check on her in a bit then.”

It was hard to say how you felt after guiding a client through that process. Sometimes it was joyous - a celebration of life. This time the rest of your shift would definitely be somber.

Goodbyes are always hard, even when you're a bystander.

The day carried on at a pace you didn't much care for. When your break finally rolled around you decided to take it outside. The weather had cooled down quite a bit, so you sat bundled up on a blanket in a patch of grass across the parking lot from the clinic with Azul curled up in your lap. It was a calm cloudy day, your favorite. You quietly enjoyed your sandwich and rubbed Azul’s ears taking the time to relax and reset.

A warm to-go coffee cup sat on your desk with your initials scrolled across. It wasn't from Sanji’s Café, so you knew it wasn't from Dr. Newgate. Shachi must've made good on his promise. As you picked it up to take a drink the redhead stepped into the lobby with a cup of his own in hand.

“What the heck F/N? I wasn't kidding when I said coffee was on me today.” He held up the cup with Sanji's logo.

“I thought this was from you?” You looked at him confused.

“So you didn't?”

“Nope. Maybe Dr. Newgate stopped somewhere else on his way back from lunch today.” You murmured, analyzing the cup in your hand.

“He hasn't left property today.” He frowned, “I told Penguin I was getting you some - he's probably trolling me.”

“Well, it's not like I won't accept the one you got me.” You chuckled, “I can put it in the fridge and have it tomorrow. Or the way today is going, maybe a little later on.”

“Oh,” he perked up, “I guess that's true. I'll put it away for you.”

Business continued as usual after lunch. Things stayed steady enough to keep your mind off the morning. It was one of the few days you couldn't wait to clock out. A cold beer, a book and puppy snuggles were waiting to cure you from the stress of the day. When that time finally came you made your way back to the ward in the surgery wing to get your girl.

She roamed around in the ward while you cleaned out and wiped down the kennel she'd spent the day in.

“You're as ready to go home as I am huh, sweet girl?”

You stepped on the lever that lifted the lid to the aluminum trash can in the corner of the room, eyes going wide as you caught sight of the coffee cup sitting in the bottom of the bin. It matched the one that had been left at your desk after lunch but the initials on the cup were L.D.T.

#lyndsyh24 #one piece #slow burn #trafalgar d law x reader #trafalgar law #x reader #18+ mdni #marco the phoenix #fem reader #puppy love

[aegontargarryen]

I totally agree this 10 years time jump should have been layed out, in at least two episodes...

BUT.

I don't believe they cut it like this just for the daemyra ship.

This is about Rhaenyra and Daemon as characters.

We see them AFTER ten years have passed.

Ten years of Rhaenyra staying at King's Landing, with Alicent spreading nasty rumors about her and the parentage of her children. Ten years that she was surrounded by snakes, with no allies whatsoever on the court. Even her own husband, Laenor only cares about fucking and playing knight. She has to command him to stay with her and their sons and not abandon them, ffs.

Harwin can do absolutely nothing to help her and more than that, he just makes things worse. (I enjoyed him beating Crispc*nt but Harwin stepped right into their trap.)

It's not only about her missing Daemon. She has three sons that she has to protect, and on top of that she has to fight tooth and nail with the Queen for her birthright. And she is all alone in this. She stands up in the council to make an important offer, her last try to get the upper hand in this war with the greens, and once again she is humiliated, because she is lactating, of all things.

Now more than ever she needs to be a dragon and play the game, yet she seems left with no fire at all.

On the other side, Daemon spent ten years in exile, away from his family, away from the battlefield. Probably the most years he spent away from King's Landing. He became depressed because no matter what, you can't tame a dragon with wine, or even a beautiful family. He wanted another woman for wife. He loves another woman. And he wanted another life, he wanted to restore his House's name to its old glory with Rhaenyra.

"wed her to me and we will restore this house's name to its old glory."

"Valyria doesn't exist anymore."

The man who once won the war in Stepstones by himself, withered away because he has nothing to believe to, any more. Valyria is just tales to read in books, to soothe the ache in his chest. He feels lost.

And that bitterness in his voice about Rhaenyra giving birth to another son. Damn, the jealousy. For a little moment we got a glimpse of the man who appeared in the wedding ten years ago, wearing a cunning smile at his lips. But he left that night,and now Rhaenyra has 3 sons with Harwin Strong. A man that has a title that once was his, how ironic.

Don't you ever long for home?

No.

And yet, he misses it so much that he doesn't know who he is away from home.

What is a dragon without fire and blood?

And Laena watched this happening in front if her eyes And she tells her daughter, what she told herself all those years. She tells her, "your father tries." And that he did. That's why he exiled himself all those years. Because he was trying.

So, we see them after ten years, as two dragons that lost their fire.

And it's about time they find their fire again. It's about time to unite, for this world is cruel and full of tragedy. For it's time to play their own game.

Fire.

And blood.

You can't tame dragons.

#daemyra #daemon x rhaenyra #house of the dragon #hotd #my thoughts about episode six

[hauntedwitch04]

Veronica and JD

🎃Halloween party🎃  

Remus Lupin x reader

Words: about 1.3k words

Warning: Sexy Remus, just some mention of sex I think?, sexy Remus, mention of drinking, I already said sexy Remus ?

Author’s note: 10th day and we are still here! To be truth this is one of my favorite prompts, and I hope you like it as much as me.

p.s. I know I have a big problem with Heather, it’s kinda my obsession, but htat damn film is so good :)

✒️:   “Trick or Treat.” “I choose treat, but I know something sweeter than this candy.” “And what would that be?”

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Halloween is approaching, and at Hogwarts people are already feeling the festive air. Pumpkins decorate the bare hallways and the ghosts are happier and do nothing but play tricks on all the students. 

This year, after the prefects had spent almost a month convincing McGonnal and Dumbledoor, a party would be held on October 31 in honor of the famous holiday. No one believed it when the professor had broken the news in the Great Hall a few mornings ago, but when everyone had realized that it was not a joke by the Maraurders, as was initially believed, everyone had taken to scrambling to organize everything in every little detail and beginning to think about clothes. 

Lily and James had decided that they would go together and thus have costumes coordinated according to a Muggle movie that the redhead loves so much namely Grease. At first Sirius didn't want to dress up as anything, but when he had eavesdropped as a Hufflepuff girl who inerested in him hoped to see him dressed up as a vampire, because, quoting verbatim, "he was extremely cool dressed up as Dracula," he had changed his mind immediately. Marlene and Dorcas would follow Lily's idea, while Regulus still did not even know if he was coming. 

Remus had told no one how he would disguise himself, thus leaving the mystery for each of us to try to fill in with our own ideas. 

I had decided to dress up as the character in a movie I had seen last summer namely "Heathers," and I would be dressed as Veronica. 

Finally the fateful evening arrived and almost all of us headed to the party venue together, all except the werewolf. After a few seconds all I can do is lose them in the bedlam of that room. The happy couple immediately head for the dance floor and Sirius pretends to vomit when he sees them smiling and dancing tightly together to a Cindy Laupner song, though we are all happy that at least they have finally found love. 

I, on the other hand, am still here, drooling over the same boy since I was thirteen, when I know perfectly well that I am nothing more than a friend to him, and that only hurts. I've spent many moons by his side, I've seen him at his worst, and I haven't even been frightened of the monster he claims so much to be, but I still haven't been able to confess to him that I like him. 

Sirius left me a few minutes ago after seeing the girl he was looking for and now I am standing here by the refreshment table. I can't help but snort as I lean against the cold wall in contact with my hot skin from the heat of the room full of people. I notice that someone is leaning against the wall next to me, and just as I turn around to see who the asshole is that I have to tell to shit for entering my personal space I see Remus in all his glory. He's wearing a long black coat, his hair is tousled as usual. He has on a regular black T-shirt, jeans of the same color, and boots, very different from his school attire. Her costume is nothing special, yet I feel like I have seen it somewhere before. He seems to read my thoughts, because he immediately gives me the answer. 

"JD." He says with that sexy little smile, which God I have to try all my strength not to faint. "My costume. JD, the one from Heathers." Good to see you Veronica." 

She continues with the same little smile as she walks over and holds out her hand to me. I don't know how, probably the alcohol, I find the courage to answer him in kind. 

"Long time no see my dear punk." I say with the same little smile, just above the volume of the music. "You know, I had thought of all but that for your costume. I didn't think you were a fan of this movie." I continue, while still watching it, not wanting to miss every single detail. 

"You were the one who gave me that idea. If I'm not mistaken your exact words were, 'Fuck, JD could do anything to me and the only thing I would say to him would be thank you,' yes I think those were them. And how can anyone not watch a movie after such a review and you know what? You are absolutely right, he is damn attractive, but Veronica is no joke either." He replies, finishing by giving me a wink. 

Suddenly a wave of embarrassment rises up and warms my face, as I think about how I would do anything as well to him since he is so much more attractive d, when I start looking around, to get back to talking to the boy. 

"Trick or Treat." I ask him, as I grab a mouthful of candy from the coffee table in front and start eating it, and in response he looks at me confused, then replies. 

"I choose treat, but I know something sweeter than this candy." He says pointing to the candy on the table in front of us. Now it's my turn to be confused. 

"And what would that be?" I ask trying to be sensual, although I guess I didn't succeed very well. He swallows laboriously before answering me, weighing the answer. Then he brings his lips close to my ear, and whispers something that makes my candy go sideways. 

"You." He whispers, and I can't help but stare at his lips, and I see him do the same. 

"Are you flirting like me Lupin?" I ask, joking. 

"You've finally noticed," he replies seriuosly with a smile, coming closer still. "You have no idea how much you drive me crazy, how much I desire you, desire everything about you: your lips, your heart, your heart." He says inches from my lips, as I close my eyes and breathe in his intoxicating scent. 

"And what exactly are you waiting for JD?" I ask with a small smile. He replies with another smile before throwing himself on my lips. His are warm and soft and taste of tobacco and chocolate, an aphrodisiac flavor that lead me to hold him even tighter to me, putting my hands in his hair as he grips my waist with his powerful arms. 

When we part, breathless, we still wade into each other's eyes and without saying a word, laughing like madmen we leave the hall running through the corridors of the castles under the stunned and delighted gaze of our friends, still shocked at what has happened. 

BONUS 

At the back of the room were Minerva and Sirius looking at you shocked, before the professor started laughing like no one had ever seen her do, even Dumbledoor is shocked. 

"Yes, yes prof I understand no need to twist the knife." Black says, searching his pockets for the money he owed his professor. A few weeks earlier the two had made a bet: she had said that within a month you and Remus would confess to each other, while your friend had said it would take at least three months. As it turned out, Minnie had been right once again. 

Sirius annoyedly hands the money to the teacher, watching her smile. 

"It's a pleasure doing business with you Mr. Black, now if you don't mind I must go and toast the union of my favorite alumni." She says before walking away as the oldest Black follows her as shocked by her words he shouts. 

"YOUR FAVORITES? I THOUGHT I WAS! PROF, I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME! HOW CAN YOU BETRAY ME LIKE THAT!"

#remus x reader #remus lupin fluff #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin imagine #remus lupin smut #marauders imagine #marauders x reader #maraurders #becky's writing #becky's halloween party