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supraveng · 2 years

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Marvelous Friends - part 12

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Word count: 3.8k

Pairing; Chris Evans x fem!reader

warnings: swearing, smut, drinking alcohol…..let me know if I missed any

Summary: you decide to do your first red carpet together

TWO YEARS LATER

Waking up, you didn’t feel rested in the least. Traveling always wears you out and going between different time zones makes you confused enough to take at least a day to sleep and get back to normal.

Nonetheless, you were happy to be back in Boston, but extremely irritated to be waking up alone. Not even having Dodger in bed to keep you warm must have been what woke you up. Knowing you wouldn’t be able to get back to sleep easily, you decided to start your day, even though you had no idea if it was closer to dawn or dusk.

Assuming Chris and Dodger were out for a walk you headed to the kitchen to make coffee, only to hear him in his office, apparently talking on the phone. You were too tired to look up when you heard him enter the kitchen, “ok, I’ll discuss it with her and call you back.”

That statement alone made you tense up, your brain was not in the mood to discuss anything and you scrunched up your nose at Chris as he made his way over to you.

“I take it by the look on your face that you aren’t ready for a conversation at the moment?” He kisses your head and hands you your coffee.

“That all depends on who you were talking to. There is a very small list of people I can tolerate at the moment, and you and Dodge occupy the top 2 spots” kissing him back and then bending down to scratch Dodgers head.

“That was Megan” he tentatively eyes you, awaiting your response, only to be greeted by your rolling eyes.

“Oh she is definitely not on that list” you mumble into your mug taking a bigger sip. Why was this how your vacation ended, with a call from his publicist about something that involves you, it can’t be a good thing. Chris chuckles at your reaction before pulling you into him and nuzzling into your neck.

“Tell me when it’s safe” You only hum in response and continue with your focus on your coffee. Pouring another cup, Chris somehow navigates you to the patio, knowing the sunshine and fresh air will perk you up faster.

“So, how urgent is this discussion? Can it wait? We just got home” you pout at him, making him chuckle again.

“Well, it’s something she wants to address quickly, she asked for us to get back to her within the hour on how to proceed” he looks to you hoping to see an acknowledgement to continue, but knowing it's best not to press you when you are tired. That statement alone confused you, normally things she brought to you weren’t that urgent, you figured at the end of the day, since that was the norm, but this must have been big.

“Ugh, what happened?” you rub your hands over your face, bracing yourself for what you weren’t even sure for.

“Well, there are pictures” your head immediately shot in his direction and eyes widened. “Not those kinds of pictures” he quickly responded based on your reaction. You relaxed a little but still felt on edge.

When he realized you were listening and not freaking out he continued, “the pictures are from the airport yesterday” You automatically rolled your eyes.

The two of you had been photographed so much over the last few years that the media had figured out who you were and there were plenty of stories discussing your relationship, however, the two of you decided not to discuss it or make any sort of statement. Your relationship was yours, it was no one else’s business and you had intended to keep it that way for as long as you could, but apparently that was coming to an end.

Sighing you looked at him “why now? We’ve been photographed together plenty, what could possibly be so damning about these pictures? I didn’t even hold your hand at the airport….” thinking back to yesterday, you couldn’t remember anything that would cause Megan to need to jump in.

The smirk on Chris’ face should have been a dead giveaway, but he felt like torturing you and pulling up the photos to show you.

“Well, outside the airport you didn’t hold my hand” clearing his throat he handed you his phone “but inside the airport, you were very handsy”

Groaning immediately when you saw the first picture, you wanted to go back to bed and try to start the day over. After having such a nice, romantic trip, you were thrown back into the social media shit storm, the very reason you spent the last 2 weeks in Europe avoiding all of this.

“This is so unfair, I look like I’m molesting you” you whine as you flip through the pics. “Ugh, you need a longer coat….if you had a longer coat no one would see my hands all over you” you grumble as you look at the next picture.

“See, your hands are hidden by my coat! And you were not as innocent as you look!” Chris just chuckles at your response as you hand him back his phone.

“So what does Megan want us to do?” finishing off your second cup of coffee and knowing you need something stronger to get through all this mayhem.

“She offered some suggestions, but I told her we would talk it out and make the final decision on how this is handled.” You could almost cry at his response. He knew it was difficult for you to let someone dictate how you should behave in your relationship, as far as the public was concerned, because it wasn’t your choice to be in the spotlight.

Chris had been protecting you as much as possible since you started dating and it always seemed to become more and more difficult, but he always made more and more effort. He was your knight in shining armor. You smiled at him before leaning over, kissing him and settling yourself in his lap.

A few minutes of content silence was apparently what you needed to make a suggestion that might work and should make Megan happy. But who knows, she never seemed truly happy with anything you did, you seemed to be just another obstacle for her since Chris introduced you.

Naively, you thought the two of you could be friends, she worked with Chris a lot, attending red carpets to make sure everything ran smoothly. Most of the time, you didn’t attend together, if you went at all, at least not as far as the public knew.

However, Megan only saw you as a client, or an extension of her client and rarely even smiled in your direction. Finally realizing you wouldn’t be friends, since you actually created more work for her, you decided that you didn’t actually care if what you decided made her happy or not, you just didn’t want to make her mad at you.

“I can practically hear your brain running, do you know what you want to do about this or are you writing your next novel right now?” You chuckle at him, knowing this wouldn’t be the first time the two of you were spending quiet time together, just for your brain to throw ideas out and you desperately needed to capture before they were gone.

“You know me too well. So, you know how I feel about releasing a statement, I don’t think I should need to declare to the world who I’m sleeping with” you shrug and continue. “What if we didn’t make a formal statement, but you come as my date to your next red carpet? I know it’s not something we’ve wanted in the past, but we are forced to address it now” you pout at Chris trying your best to guilt him into agreeing, knowing full well he would do whatever you asked.

“So we just show up and look amazing and people can figure it out on their own?” he questions you but agreeing with you at the same time.

Shrugging you look at him “I don’t know, this is new for me. I’m not used to the red carpet like you, Mr. Movie Star”

Deciding to start your day officially, even though it was late afternoon at this point, you grabbed your phone and headed to the shower while Chris called Megan back. You were tempted to check the notifications coming in since you had ignored your phone all day, but when you saw how many there were, you knew you needed to be in the right state of mind, so you selected your favorite playlist and ignored your responsibilities until you were really ready to take it head on.

By the time you emerged from your bedroom, Chris was in the kitchen cooking. You couldn’t help but stand in the doorway to admire him, not only was he strong and handsome, but he was so sweet and giving, and he was by far the best thing that’s ever happened to you.

A clearing of his throat brought you out of your little day dream, and by the smirk on his face, he had caught you staring at his ass. Sitting down next to him, you set your phone on the table and started to dig in.

“Have you checked those yet?” he noticed your phone still on silent but buzzing every minute or so. Shaking your head you continued eating and smiling at him, “figured it could wait until I’m fully awake. I’m assuming most are my brothers making snide comments about our public display, they can wait”

By the time the two of you settled on the couch after eating, you weren’t in the mood to check notifications, you just wanted to relax with Chris and dodger and maybe watch a movie. Of course that was immediately interrupted by Megan’s call to get an update on what we had decided to move forward on the airport photos.

Taking another look at the pictures again, you were disappointed that iPhones cameras were getting so much better. A few years ago, cell phone pics from that distance would be too grainy for anyone to share with a company like TMZ or PageSix, but now, the pics were clear and there was no doubt that your hands were full of Chris’ very firm ass.

Bringing yourself back into the conversation, Chris is smiling so Megan must have agreed to your idea, maybe she doesn't hate you as much as you assumed she did.

“Since the Oscars are right around the corner, and there is quite the buzz about your screenplay being nominated, Megan thinks that’s the best option. And since you’re a nominee, I’ll be happy to be your plus one” he pulls you into a kiss and you can’t help but laugh.

“Babe, I can bet you that I won’t be nominated, this is my first screenplay” you appreciate his support and encouragement but the number of amazing films that were released last year, there’s no way you are even a possibility.

"Well, we'll see soon won't we? Nominations are announced next week, either way, you need a dress!" he looked excited about that more than you expected. You did the red carpet for your film but the Sundance Film Festival did not have the same dress code as the Oscars.

Not sure where to start, you texted Sophie, she had become a red carpet expert since marrying Benedict, even pregnant she looked amazing and you knew you could trust her.

When the Oscar nominations were announced you were stunned, in shock and at a loss for words. Not only were you nominated for Best Original Screenplay, but Scott received a nomination for his role in your film as Best Supporting Actor. After many congratulatory phone calls, you and Chris decided to head to LA as soon as possible to get the wardrobe figured out for your first red carpet appearance together.

You were practically vibrating by the time you touched down at LAX, the whole experience had been a whirlwind causing you to not have a decent night's sleep all week. The copious amounts of caffeine you have been consuming along with your anxiety has made you a bit over the top, and of course, Chris just found the whole situation amusing.

Not knowing what to expect when you landed at LAX and the decision to accompany each other on the red carpet, you decided to act as you normally would when traveling together, minus the inappropriate groping that you were caught with just two weeks earlier. You each grabbed your bags, but as you attempted to move at your own pace, Chris was determined to hold your hand as you made your way through the airport.

Sighing since you knew there was no way for you to win against him, you try not to smile but just his simple touch makes you happy. Even with the amount of paparazzi in the airport and waiting outside, the two of you were able to make it through in record time.

Arriving at Chris’ LA house took longer than it should, the traffic was always terrible. He peaked at you as you huffed, “are you alright? You seem rather agitated.”

“This whole trip is making me anxious, but I realize I do not miss LA traffic at all, ugh, I’m not sure how I stayed here as long as I did”

“Well, I for one am very glad you left” Chris snuggled into your side and began kissing your neck.

“Oh Mr. Evans, you always know exactly what I need" leaning into his touch. By the time you made it to the house, you were less on edge but still a bit worked up, too in your head and trying to focus on one thing at a time in order to get through the day. Walking into the house you were immediately in awe, there was a path of rose petals from the entrance to the ensuite bathroom that took you completely by surprise.

At this point in your relationship you shouldn’t be surprised, he is always spoiling you in the most romantic ways, but the fact that this was waiting for you the moment you walked in, might just be the most impressive surprise to date.

Turning to him to figure out how he was able to do all this, he immediately shut down any questioning “you need to relax, we can unpack later, get in and enjoy” kissing you sweetly. “Only if you join me”

When you originally arrived in LA, you felt like the two weeks you had leading to the Oscars was plenty of time, but finding the right dress for your first red carpet together was daunting. Luckily the right dress found you just in time and you couldn’t be happier.

However, the day had arrived and you were more nervous and anxious than you had ever been. The thought of walking the red carpet with Chris for the first time shouldn’t be so scary but it was nerve racking.

The comments made about the two of you in the past when spotted together was speculation but now that you were confirming to the world that you were together officially, you weren’t sure you were ready for the backlash that you knew would come.

Thankfully, Scott showed up during hair and makeup, willing and able to keep you calm as much as possible, by the time you needed to leave, you were more happy and relaxed than you’d been all month.

“Oh, what would I do without you Evans boys, I love you both so much!” squeezing them into a group hug.

“Ok, so I may have given her too much champagne” Scott winced, looking at Chris apologetically.

Shaking his head as he pushed everyone out the door, “driver, we need to make a stop for some food on our way” You immediately perked up “ohhh, yesss…..In and Out burger, pretty please”

Arriving at the venue, the food definitely helped with sobering you up a bit, you were more tipsy now and ready to have a fun night. The moment you stepped out of the car, you had to take a deep breath and do your best to not run from all the flashing lights and name calling.

Megan found the two of you immediately and gave you a quick rundown, reminding you to stop every few feet for photos, and that she had only promised interviews with 4 news outlets, each only lasting 3-5 minutes.

Feeling Chris squeeze your hand, you looked up at him, “we got this” before pulling onto the carpet. All you could think was that if it wasn’t for Chris, his love and support, you wouldn’t be here now, so you put your best foot forward and walked proudly beside him down the carpet. Thankfully, Chris’ smile and poise was contagious and you felt like you had a good hold on the situation.

Your first interview was scheduled with E!News, they were usually positive so you weren’t worried that they might ask. “Welcome, wow, we have the very handsome Chris Evans and the lovely Y/N L/N here with us tonight, you too look fantastic together”

You both smiled and politely thanked the interviewer, you had no idea what her name was and at this point, did it really matter?

“It's great to see the two of you out together we weren’t sure what to make of the recent photos of the two of you, so give us the big scoop on this top secret relationship”

Even prepping for the day, you didn’t expect to have the question be so intrusive and you immediately became defensive, Chris had agreed to let you take the lead and divulge as much or as little as you felt comfortable with, so you jumped in immediately.

“I’m not sure top secret is accurate,” you chuckle, trying to keep things light, “we’ve been friends for years and have been photographed together in the past”

“Well, not quite like you were at the airport. But I can’t really blame you, he looks incredible as ever”

Was she flirting with him? In front of you?

“And he looks amazing tonight, are the two of you Hollywood’s newest hot couple?” You had to physically restrain yourself from scrunching your nose in disgust.

“Well, our friendship has nothing to do with how he looks, he’s more than a pretty face” you smile at her, but there is no humor in your comment.

You had seen interviewers making sexist comments in the past, mainly towards females, but you had never experienced anything like this and you were absolutely appalled.

At this point Chris pulled you in a bit closer, hoping to calm you a bit, but the interviewer decided to keep pushing, hoping to get the big scoop.

“Everyone can agree that those photos are more than friends” she smirked at Chris before looking back at you for a response.

“Honestly, I was trying to help him find his cell phone. Oh look at that, we need to move on, thanks bye” before turning and dragging Chris down the carpet.

He immediately started chuckling before whispering in your ear “that might be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, you’ve never been so possessive, I love it” Letting out a sigh of relief, you were concerned he would be upset with how you handled yourself, but apparently your response had the opposite effect.

The rest of the interviews were less invasive and were over rather quickly. Megan seemed to have a smirk on her face, and you wondered if she was impressed or just satisfied no one got hurt.

Making your way into the auditorium and finding your seats, you were surprised how close you were to the stage, but remembered the several chivalrous acts that Chris seemed to show off and decided to tease him a bit.

“So I have a bet with my brothers on how many ladies you will be escorting to the stage, make me proud” you patted his arm as you sat.

He immediately started laughing at you, “alright, how many?”

“Oh, I can’t tell you that, that would be cheating” you smirked at him before winking and trying to take deep breaths to calm your nerves.

The laughter from Jimmy Fallon’s opening monologue aided in you relaxing and enjoying the show.

Chris was presenting and looked incredible on stage, though it was a bit odd to have some random person plop down in his seat, even if you didn’t look at them at all, keeping your eyes on your man at every moment. Once Chris came back to sit next to you, you leaned in and whispered to him just how incredible that suit looks on him.

The two of you flirted with each other regularly, but there was something different tonight, maybe it was the tux or the need to defend him from the sexist comments made by the interviewer but you had never been more turned on, the fact that you were stuck in this auditorium for nearly 3 hours was not helping your situation at all.

“If this thing doesn’t end soon, I’ll be dragging you to the nearest bathroom to have my way with you” you whispered in his ear, trying your best to keep a straight face in case the cameras were on you.

“Your category is coming up, then we can sneak out of here” he winked and turned back towards the presenter, the anticipation of having your way with him soon was making you antsy.

“And now to present the award for Best Original Screenplay, Benedict Cumberbatch and Natalie Portman”

You were shocked that Benedict was presenting your category, you knew he was presenting, but he hasn't mentioned anything, turning to Chris to question, you knew but the smirk on his face that he had been keeping this a secret, you could only smile in return, especially since they had just mentioned your name and film.

Doing your best to smile and remain calm while Chris clapped enthusiastically, you waited to see who won. Not expecting your name to be called, you sat still for a moment when Ben practically shouted it into the mic.

Chris immediately stood, ushering you to the aisle so that you could make your way on stage, hugging you before you carefully walked up the steps.

Hugging Natalie briefly before Benedict practically tackled you, you were at a loss for words.

“Wow, um, being a writer I should have prepared something, but the nomination completely blind sided me, the thought of actually winning seemed ridiculous”

You went on remembering to congratulate the fellow nominees as well as thanking the producer, director, staff and cast for an amazing portrayal of your story.

“Lastly, I need to thank my husband for his amazing love and support, without whom I wouldn’t be standing here now. I love you Chris, thank you”

Turning to walk backstage, Benedict looked at you with wide eyes before you realized what you just said, “oh shit”

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thund3rst0rmm · 2 years

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Avengers Incorrect Quotes #3

Natasha:: Anyone d-Pietro:: Done?Steve:: Drained?Tony:: Depressed?Loki:: Disliked? Natasha:: -done with their work... what in the world is wrong with you people

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springismss · 8 months

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Saving Grace - b. barnes

pairing; winter soldier! bucky x gender neutral! reader

reblogs/feedback/likes are appreciated & encouraged. DO NOT repost/steal any of my works.

warnings; slight sweating, mention of a weapon/injury

word count; 1k+

summary; when you find yourself at the mercy of the infamous winter soldier, the only target that’s ever managed to outrun him, you still feel sorry for him. he’s an individual who has no free will of your own, you on the other hand, have free will. that’s what leads to you doing something you didn’t expect you would do.

links; Marvel Masterlist | Works Masterlist

Chaos.

That's the only word you could describe everything you saw around you. Ruin, blazes, destruction. All of this because you were the latest mission of a long list of names for the male stood in front of you.

Your team stood scattered around, as he drew closer to you. An emotionless stare burning into you as you stood your ground not ready to give up just yet. The faint static in your earpiece was jumbled with a response from someone but you didn't care to listen.

Your body grew tired as you contemplated accepting your fate. You heard the stories for as long as you could remember. A male soldier who was the best at crossing off names. HYDRA's top weapon. The legendary Winter Soldier. You, like many, believed him to be a myth. A story made up to scare young kids into following the right path because they didn't want to end up the same way he did. Only he turned out not to be a myth, he was very much real.

"Hey, (y/n), come on! Get out of there!".

The sudden loudness made you jump slightly, your breath catching in your throat as you forgot how long you had it. The creaking of leather coming closer drew you out of your daze.

This was the day you were going to die. Sure, you had those thoughts many a time before but the people who tried to kill you in the past? This guy made them look like amateurs. At best, a child would do a better job than them.

Your eyes finally locked with the soldier's as you continued to stand your ground. Hands dropping to your sides as your weapon thudded on the concrete. You were tired. Tired of running. Tired of trying to convince yourself that this was all some crazy nightmare and you'd wake up soon.

"Fine, you win. I'm tired of this bullshit. I'm tired of running from you!".

Not once did the assassin react to your words. His gaze remained fixed on the target that had spent so long running from him. Once your name was crossed off, HYRDA would be pleased. You should have been one of the easiest for him to kill but somehow, you were the hardest one. Managing to escape his attempts to thwart you time again until he cornered you in some little city not too far from where he was told you resided. It would be over in a matter of seconds but those last few seconds to you would be the most painful you had ever felt in all of your existence.

Letting out a shaky breath you closed your eyes, enjoying the blackness before it became one of the last things your mind had seen. The assassin's kills were anything but painless, being able to rid the plant of your existence in seconds. You had your typical regrets of someone in your position. Of the life you never lived, of the life you'll never get to live. Maybe if you hadn't spent the past few months on the run, you would have lived your life to the fullest ready to accept this day. Now that it was here, you didn't want to leave.

"Just get it over with, Winter Soldier! I'm sure HYDRA will celebrate in some sick and twisted way when~".

Something caused you to look over the metal shoulder as your eyes tried to fixate on something happening. You couldn't quite make it out but yet, down in your gut, you didn't have the greatest feeling about it. Squinting you saw the faint glimmer of what your team called the best weapon in your grasp. From talking to the people who had managed to survive a shot from it, you found them to be in pain many months after. Some of the pain strong enough to make them want someone or something to finish the job off.

Piecing things together in your head, your eyes widened in horror as your legs began to move. A loud shot being fired was all you heard as you rushed forward, managing to push the assassin out of the way. The hot metal of the bullet fired piercing your shoulder as you landed with a grunt, your breathing rate increasing as you gripped the wound, hissing out at the contact. You don't know what made you move but something told you to save the soldier.

Judging by the look in his eyes, your reaction had taken him by just as much surprise as you.

Looking down, a small smile tugged at the corner of the sitting figure’s lips as they leaned over, placing a soft kiss upon the other's forehead. It had been a few years since that incident and they couldn't thank you enough for taking the first steps towards their freedom.

Sure, Bucky still had the arm given to him by HYDRA but he was planning on replacing it as soon as possible. The final piece of his horrible past as a ruthless killer. He didn't know why you had done what you had done but he was thankful. You may have been the only person to escape him for so long but maybe it was for that reason alone you had.

Cliché or not, you were his saving grace and he wasn't going to let you go anytime soon. Even if it killed him in the process.

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omegadumb42069 · 2 years

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Stark's Daughter (Peter Parker x Reader): Cast

Y/n L/n as Y/n Stark Maximoff: The Angel of Death, The Killer of Gods

Tom Holland as Peter Parker/Spiderman

Nick Robinson as Blake Verity

Briefly featuring and mentioned a few times

Mila Kunis as Ema Maximoff

Rowan Blanchard as Delila Maximoff

#marvel cinematic universe #marvel #spiderman #powerful #x reader #female reader insert #tom holland #enemies to lovers #cast

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ladythornofrivia · 9 days

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Lady with Teal Eyes || Aemond x Aunt!Hightower Reader (Part Two)

word count:

author’s note: writing more chapters of a sad dragon family series. I’ll be on a Norwegian cruise line for Italy and Greece for 2 weeks. I’m gonna be seasick, I already know it. So I’ll be writing this series before I leave. Please enjoy and have a good day.

warnings: incest, cockwarming, teasing, sucking, p in v, rough play, flirting, wholesome moment, jealous aemond, possessive, roughness, mild manhandling, mild degradation, unprotected vaginal sex, oral sex, second hand embarrassment, dark content, mentions of su*cide, Aemond being too touchy with his aunt, degradation, humiliation.

summary: Aemond meets his aunt for the first time, and there’s more than meets the eye. (there will be three parts).

The preparations for the celebration of King Viserys has reached closer whilst you accompanied Alicent into the corridor, corridor after corridor of a long tour within the Red Keep. Servants bowed as you all passed. Cold bows and cold eyes lingered, despite their bare minimums of smiling graciously at your direction, as Alicent presented the halls with lavish decor. However, mostly it was green and gold. But others blended it with black and red.

As always, you’re marveled by the exquisite lace and embroidered patterns and a clear structure of its final design of artwork is invigorating. The stitching is what you’re most impressed of.

As all Targaryens and Hightowers strolling, Alicent parted ways with her children, unbeknownst to you, the one-eyed prince had his hands behind his back, violet shade of eye looming over your new gown designed by the seamstress, all soft-shaded periwinkle, strapped with gold embroidery and green and red, streaks of iridescent shun upon sunlight, your manes healthy and glowing, maintained through and through.

You knew he was watching. With his precious one violet eye gleaming at the back of your head, your body shivered in an alien sensation. As for Aemond, a dragon’s hunger is anything but stable or sane. A dragon’s hunger is like a breath of wild fire casted to the torch of the wondrous nature and life itself. The fire eats and leaves the bones of ash, dwindling in midair.

Aegon I altered the history and thus, House Targaryen must stand with unity and strength and blood.

Still parted aways after an idle chat, for Alicent to task with decorations, as her children were long gone, back into your large chambers, you were unpacking your materials for the completion on a quilt, a quilt with colorful dragons and mermaids and ships, various shades of sews and needles unpacked, as the back of your neck tingled with goosebumps as you felt a hot breath stroking.

Before you turned around, large and slender hands travelled over your clothed waist, nearly close to your chest above. A writhe of hot tingle rushing in your coils and chest. A quiet breath strained, lax down to a low hiss, a hiss nearly tickling your skin. No servants were around, no Alicent or Gwayne.

Aemond, a one-eyed prince has lurked and captured you. A princess sent by a Maiden herself. The fiery dragon must seize the princess.

You thought he has gone back to training yard with Ser Criston, as Alicent mentioned once at the entryway within a prolonged conversation.

“Aemond—”

His face inched close to yours, his supple and pretty lips touched your cheeks, trailed down to your jawline, whilst his left hand grasp your face to stay still. The pool between your legs gradually strengthened its warmth and slick, easily for the prince to prance and insert into your tight hole. Under the layers of silk dress, Aemond bunched the layered fabrics to your waist.

You never had a noble taken an interest in you. The only that interests them is the brightness of your teal eyes.

A mesmerizing glow of your hues has yanked his curiosities. His mother never mentioned him about you—not even once in a dubious talk.

Better late than never.

With his hand, fingers strapped, and his trimmed nails clutched the fabric of your corset, the laces loosener it in smooth motion, loosening around your frame, breasts ached as his hand—his cold hand—brushed and pinched your nipple while his other hand found his way your thigh, grasped as Aemond’s tongue flicked and his lips pressed a chaste kiss to your clit.

A moan escaped, your mouth shielded, you face drowned in flush, as Aemond’s heart leapt in satisfaction. Humming, he stood up and inserted his fingers into your cunt, thrusting the fingers in with doubled speed as your moans grew louder, but restrained the pleasure into your chest, holding it. The walls in the Red Keep are dire; servants and nobles and guards walked passed and patrolled through wall and doors. Even the highest nobles strolled by.

“Fuck,” is all he said, as if it was a prayer. “Your cunt might be as Holy as the Maiden herself.”

His lips sucked your swollen tit.

“My prince,” you cried softly. “Please. The guards, my brother and sister will see us.”

“I do not care of their pious thoughts.”

“I’m your aunt, my pri—”

“Don’t fight it, my sweet,” he said, giving a sensual flick on his warm tongue to your swollen flesh, “I might give you a reason to have bruise on you, ones that they’ll never find on your skin.” His hands grasped your waist, trailing with soft strokes. “You’re humiliated. Maybe there’s more than meets the eye.”

Based on his words, you never thought you found it attractive, considering the soft spoken voice, hoarse with arousal.

“Don’t fight it. If you fight against this, this subtle encounter between us, you’ll never forgive yourself,” he whispered, his wet lips brushed yours. “If you have been, you would shoved me away. Would you like that, princess? Shoving me away?”

His voice ragged dampened your cunt and clit twitched at his sound.

“Seems you enjoy it. You’re a good princess. But alas,” he pulled himself afar, the warmth on your body began to turn a chill.

“I shall see you at the feast. Enjoy your stay.” His neck went for a stiff bow, but his eye glued with plea for your consideration of his statement, whether you accept his offer or not, and departed your apartment—a once organized structure is now filled with clutter and oozing sex and the arousal groans you shared has imprinted in your head, you find yourself still with embarrassment.

In a way, a blessing in disguise when no one, not even Gwayne, saw or heard your affairs with a young dragon prince.

You have seen the arrival of Rhaenyra and Daemon and the children, you had a short introduction to all Black faction.

The dinner celebration for Viserys’s nameday celebration has been all but cumbersome. You felt a subtle hostility, but to due your presence, it has lessened but somewhat guarding up—all due to pettiness.

As you, making a progression with your father, it was all but cold distance even you and Otto were near. Not once he looked at you with adoration like he shared his adoration with Princess Helaena, showing her teal beetle. The Green children are all strained; Aegon had his fair share of capable stupidity to throw down a nasty comment of his cousins and nephews.

Daeron was disappointed with Aegon’s perversions, but Daeron veered at you with a kind smile and made a polite conversation with you. Once again, Otto did not acknowledged of your accomplishments. You felt sick in the stomach, and it’s not your bright gold and yellow dress you have finished making. Tears behind your eyes was arising, and your throat budged with hot and parched sting.

Aemond clenched his fist, for his anger was directed at his grandsire for not noticing you. That damnable old fool—if only Otto sees how your talents. When Viserys disregarded Aemond, even his siblings, he wanted nothing more than to see him dead. But alas, with your existence, it’s almost as if Viserys’s existence just naturally died out.

You pardoned yourself, and Alicent thereby dismissed you, you bowed and left to your chambers, spent the rest of the night weeping, thinking what have you done wrong.

As you exited, the tensed feeling withdrew, and Otto was happy again. And so, without a doubt, Aemond gave a good jab on Otto, which caused a disastrous supper for everyone. The music stopped. As for Aegon and Daemon, they found it amusing while Alicent ordered the guards to escort Aemond way back to his chambers.

For Aegon, this was a win for him. He’s not in trouble for once.

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In dreams, you have never seen your mother, what she appears like or what she sounds like or how her personality was. The only thing that is closest to being a mother to you is the wetnurse or the servants or the Septa who provided you with assistance on your daily appearances and wisdom. Whenever a servant brushes your hair, you often think of what it feels like to have a mother brushing your manes with care and doting manner, a soft voice to soothe your aching heart, where doubts and fears would go away.

In times of sleep, you often thinking of ending your life, just to see your biological mother on the other side. Or perhaps more than just seeing your mother. There are times where you hated your life, and you want nothing more but to end it.

People have often told stories of your mother, though it felt it was a grave mistake. Some say she fled away to Free Cities, some said she ended her life from the highest tower of Oldtown and fell down to the sea. There are rumors where Otto took you because you’re adopted, or perhaps he had a secret, illicit affairs.

The cold feeling rushed in you as your eyes pricked with tears. With somebody telling you stories of your late mother, it brought no peace. Only the enigma of your shadowed doubts and an endurance of chaotic insanity, to question whether your life is real, if you’re real in this world with purpose.

The servants have been kind to you more than the nobles, the more everyone pointed out your flaws and the insignificance of your existence, you lead to believe that you’ll never be loved.

And cried once more. Each night, your tears flooded in pillows and blanket, as you embraced the closest object, pretended that it’s your late mother. An endless of an anguish thought has been a hazard.

Only the echoes of the walls could hear you and the pillows has stained, under your hug squeezed the material as hard, wishing for the pain to go away.

In his awake, he’s a perfect prince, but in his dreams, he’s a beast.

A beast kept within a shell of a noble man.

He has dreamt of your teal eyes basking in his dark dreamland, your voice, how it was yearning so much more. A dark dreamland filled with scornful memories of his nephews and Aegon, and the pink dread. He had kill all of them in his dreams, even the fat pig.

With a scolding from his mother, he couldn’t care less. He wanted your presence to be acknowledged by your father, but how can Otto be so cynically dimwitted and more offensively calculating against you?

When the servants spoke over how you’re not related to Alicent, chances are why Otto was pretending that your presence is nothing more than a useless and meaningless substance of meaning to exist.

Others said that they haven’t seen you gone out from your apartments—and that was recent.

Aemond visited you, presented you with a gift, but the word from you not leaving the apartments has concerned. Thus his mind came up an idea.

You have several servants entering the room with stack of your favorite meals and drink—including lemon cakes and Dornish wine.

One knows someone’s best interest. Whoever did it, your heart is elated. As soon as Aemond came in, you hadn’t known whether he knew something that you don’t. Somehow, his intimidating presence softens your heart, prickled in relief.

For some reason, when Alicent paid you a visit, although shortened, she was concerned of your health, you hadn’t formed a proper conversation; Alicent hasted when the Council has called for her summon, but gave her regards.

Aemond accompanied you for a while in your apartments, and chat whatever discussion came up. Each minute and each hour, the two of you became close, became so close that you or him hadn’t open your hearts, despite what he did to you days ago. With your cunt coiled at his face, his voice and neck, his waist, you find yourself crossing your legs, aroused and squirming beside him. You wondered and imagined of Aemond’s tongue guiding and gliding your soaked cunt. At this moment, you wanted tackle him and suffocate him with your legs wrapped around him, taking in of your nectar.

“I’m glad you are doing well, princess,” Aemond said to you. “For I have been concerned of your well-being. A delicate flower such as you does not deserve the cruelty of my grandsire or anyone in the matter of your visit.”

“He’s always been difficult,” you explained. “No matter how much I’ve improved with my skill, he’ll never sees as his or my sister’s equal.”

“In ways my mother and grandsire are more intolerable. Though I respect my mother, I find myself with bore with my grandsire has to say. If anything, I’m glad your presence has casted a light into the dread.”

In Aemond’s case, however, found you as exquisite as gentle as the blooming flower. His one took a longer glimpse at you and notice the difference—how your eyes glinted in glee while your cheeks adorned with youthful flush and enamored smile. Oh so pure and harmless. He hasn’t seen his mother and his siblings. As for Otto, he hasn’t spoke to him since supper at Viserys’s nameday after sending a jab across the face—out of character for a self-assured prince.

Oh, to ruin you.

“Thank you for the meal, Prince Aemond. You don’t know how much I’m relieved to say this,” you said as you finished the embroidery on your unfinished dress you sewn.

Aemond found your gowns just as otherworldly as you.

Consequences won’t matter; Viserys nor anyone else in the room care for his presence. Perhaps it is a blessing, perhaps it is for the best for you to be settled here in King’s Landing, as long you’re in content, nothing else matters, but if harm does come, he shall smite the immoral act. Aemond is no perfect, but with you, he’d be at his best behavior.

“Then I shall relieve you,” he proclaimed.

You find yourself halted at his declaration and glimpsed at his resolved expression.

Something has stirred in your heart that you wanted more than the civil interactions, wanted more than having someone to converse with you.

Tossing and turning onto your bed was all but a doozy. Dizzy from pivoting and switching positions, you had enough. Dreams had come again. This time it’s Aemond calling out to you, feasting on your wet folds and pumping his lithe and graceful rugged fingers in you. Ever since the day before Viserys’s nameday, with Aemond’s thirst, your legs ached.

For a Hightower, it’s a sin to self-pleasure one’s body—a selfish immoral act.

Somehow you found it odd. If a man does self-pleasure, no court would turn the eye, but a woman does self-pleasure with hasting fingers and naughtiness is considered dire.

Faith of the Seven had their own laws, but you knew that men and women had their fair share of illest secrets. Lucky for you, Alicent and everyone in the Red Keep does not know your impure thoughts. The room became hot, then cold, then all at once, the breath in your lips became ragged and desperate. You wanted someone to hold you, treasure you, seduce with sweet nothings and sweet promises with adore.

For your years of not having a partner, you have begun to fear of not having pleasure. In the heating moment, you thought of what’s like losing your maidenhood to someone with a big cock.

You wanted a cock.

His cock.

Oh, a dragon prince. If Aemond hears your thoughts, you’d run away and never to return Westeros and give yourself a new name and fashion.

Damn the consequences and the punishments from the Lord Hand and the Queen themselves! Damn the Faith of the Seven and their laws!

With your fingers circling your clit, no climax arrived. Thus, you casted your blankets aside with a huff, setting out to see him.

Trudging through the dark halls, the guards were nowhere to be found, assuming the guards went elsewhere. As you made your way to the doors, you approached and entered the chambers where you have found Aemond on his bedside.

Your breath held back, taking in at the sight of Aemond. With his porcelain skin and his long silver-blond hair, it gleamed under moonlight, appearing paler compared to daylight. His eye had an old scar, and his eyepatch was placed elsewhere.

Watching his body rising and falling within breath, you approached him and kissed his back, planted your light kisses, feeling the smooth surface of his skin.

Aemond awoke and turned, found you kissing his back.

“My lady,” he whispered, one eye widened, as you stare at his sapphire. It was beautiful like him.

You placed your finger on his lips.

“Have you come to made a decision?” he asked.

Your lashes fluttered under his gaze. “What do you think, my prince?”

Then your lips collided with his. Aemond was taken aback of your sudden act. Eventually, his consciousness fell; with his lips shared an illicit chaste kiss, his hands uncloaked you, and roamed on your womanly body, caressing you, until you began to undo his trousers, his cock hardened.

“This won’t take long,” you promised, slowly pinning him down onto the pillows, unstrapped yourself naked and sat in between his legs. You didn’t expect for his cock to harden.

Your eyes darted to his, awaiting. And thus, you yanked his trousers downward, unveiling his hardened cock. You eyes widened at the sheer size. Your maidenhood hasn’t been taken yet. Your future prospects of marriage hasn’t arrived, but it feels as the more you wait, the more your chances of marriage dimmed. With your body descended, the maidenhood had met his engorged tip.

Aemond lay still, watching you. His sapphire eye gleamed at its victory.

Your voice moaned aloud; your maidenhood slammed down, his engorged cock tightened on your damped walls. Gradually, the pace on your hips sped. You have never felt anything as good. Prayers in the sept are insatiably helpful compare to the prince’s cock.

You have never felt so alive.

Aemond knew you’re a virgin; your hips bounced all thanks to the guidance of his hands.

He pleasured a woman in the brothel in the Street of Silk at the age of three-and-ten. As a young boy, he regretted making a decision by making himself a fool to go along with Aegon and his shenanigans. He was expecting Viserys to guide him gently into the world, but the Driftmark incident has left Aemond concluded that Viserys, his father, did not spare a single kindness or thought and only spared it Rhaenyra and her sons.

All hope was lost until he saw you—a radiant maiden.

You reached your high, as Aemond clutched your hips, spurring down the hot semen bursting the inner walls—a divine conclusion.

Gasping for air, your legs stood achingly, leaving white traces of his semen dripping down on his balls and thighs. When Aemond tried to assisted you, but instead his face met your open legs and slammed your went against his chiseled face and nose.

Fuck my maidenhood, you thought, desperate, as your hips gyrated, feeling his warm tongue and the sharp line of his nose encouraged your arousing sense to further the climax, as your right hand found its way at the back of Aemond’s hair.

Aemond find himself humming against the warmth of your cunt, mingling with his semen. It was a divination, nothing like the brothel. If only his virginity had taken by you instead of a woman who hasn’t live up to her beauty and standards of gentile and grace. Streets of Flea Bottom aren’t to be trusted. His lips kissed your inner thighs, gliding his tongue, and pumped it in between your walls.

Groaning, almost feral-like, your hips paced, your tits bouncing as your walls grew hot again.

“Relieve me,” you said to the prince, hoarse. A soft squeak caught into his ears.

I shall relieve you, my sweet. Just as I promised, he thought.

Your hips gyrated harder, until the spurring had come close; hot liquid squirted on his face as Aemond’s tongue lapped on your cunt faster than last. Your head threw back with his languid strokes on his warm tongue.

Gods it was a miracle.

He has taken your maidenhead.

“Good boy,” you cooed, your breath rasped, your hand still placed on the back of his long silver-blond hair, gyrating your tired hips against his face.

Both you and Aemond found yourselves in elation.

“Good boy.”

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jeonstellate · 3 months

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it’s 11:33 am when you make chan an offer he can’t refuse.

๑彡 bang chan x gender neutral!reader

๑彡 slice of life!au, stranger!au — little fluff(?)

๑彡 paragraph format — 0.9K words

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๑彡 oh? what’s this? a kpop-related post after two months? unbelievable. (in all seriousness, i’ll try to get back to this side as soon as i get my muse back here o7 for now, please enjoy!)

๑彡 if there are any stay-mcu/iron man enthusiasts out there, this one’s for y’all *insert dancing emoji*

You were having the time of your life.

It was not your first time visiting Disney California Adventure nor Disneyland, but the excitement you felt was still as intense as the first time. Perhaps it was because there were huge gaps between your visits. Or because there was really just something in the Disney air that never failed to make you giddy.

Whatever the case was, you always looked forward to your Disney trips. And this was no different.

Since your visits were far apart, there was always something new in the parks whenever you visit again. Regardless of your attachment to the media that inspired the new attractions, you were always excited to explore the new additions.

For this visit in particular, you were extra hyped. Not only was there a new land of attractions, the area in question was also inspired by a media that you were very familiar with.

Avengers Campus.

You wouldn’t call yourself a Marvel fan — nor a Marvel Cinematic Universe fanatic. If anything, you were just someone who watched enough of their releases to develop attachments to their characters.

Most people head straight to Radiator Springs Racers once the rope dropped. But you? You were dead-set on spending your early hours exploring Avengers Campus. So you did.

Two rides in, your feet brought you back in front of the Avengers Headquarters.

And there, right in front of the Avengers’ logo on the wall, was Iron Man — taking photos with visitors.

Frankly, you had no plans on paying Disney photographers to take your photos. For one, you didn’t research how much their services were. Second, you figured you would succumb to capitalism in other ways (read: churros and Dole whip), so it’d be best if you’d only spend your money there.

Yet, still, you found yourself lining up to take photos with Iron Man.

The line wasn’t terribly long, but you knew it’d be a thirty-minute wait at least. After all, it wasn’t just a photo-op — it was also a quick meet-and-greet. Thankfully, you were in no rush, so you didn’t mind the wait.

You let your mind wander to pass time. You observed different people interact with Iron Man as their turn came and passed. You scrolled through your phone, switching applications mindlessly.

Amidst your thoughts about which continuity Disneyland’s Iron Man existed in, you caught the cast member beside you talking to another guest. "—Mr. Stark has a meeting to attend to soon, but he’d be back after."

It didn’t take you that long to piece what that in-character response must’ve meant, especially if the other guest walked away upon hearing them.

"Excuse me," you turned the cast member’s attention toward you, "can you hold my place for a second?" As an afterthought, you quickly added: "I’ll be back. I promise."

You jogged after the other guest before you could change your mind.

Really, there was absolutely no need for you to do this. As you heard the cast member say, there would be other opportunities to meet Iron Man throughout the day.

Yet, somehow, you felt strongly compelled to. Like you were supposed to.

"Excuse me," you called your fellow guest’s attention. You flashed him a small smile, "Hi."

"Hello," he greeted back after halting to hear you out. He reciprocated your gesture with one that almost blinded you, "Can I help you?"

"Are you still interested in taking a picture with Iron Man?"

"I am," he affirmed.

"Do you wanna take it with me?" You blurted out your objective for coming to him, before he could say anything else. "I mean," you backtracked as soon as you processed how strange you must’ve sounded, "I saw some people take group photos and then solo ones; so you’re up for it, we can split the cost or something."

Frankly, you didn’t exactly thought this whole thing through. You were operating on impulse. You were going with the flow — even if you weren’t exactly sure where it was leading you to.

"That’s actually not a bad idea." You didn’t even know where that proposition came from. It just spilled out your mouth without going through your brain first. Nevertheless, it seemed to have done its job. "I’d actually take you up on that, if you don’t mind."

You smiled wider, "Great!" You turned back and started leading him to where you came. "I’m [first name], by the way."

"Nice to meet you, [first name]. I’m Chan."

You and Chan waited out the rest of the line chatting. You conversed about the most trivial things — from the other attractions you were planning on visiting to your theories on how Disneyland’s Iron Man’s voice actually sounded similar to Robert Downey, Jr.’s. You even talked about how you spent the earlier part of the morning. And what you thought of what Marvel did to their cinematic characters.

By the end, when everything had been said and done, you and Chan parted ways with a way to keep in touch and a picture of each other saved in your respective camera rolls.

Albeit you were initially reluctant to succumb to another bait of capitalism, you didn’t mind the price you paid for the set of photos that included a cute candid of you and Chan with Iron Man.

(Years later, when your fates have entwined more permanently, you saw that same picture framed in Chan’s apartment. “It’s my favorite,” he told you after claiming your waist in a back hug.)

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mylifeisactuallyamess · 2 years

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A/N: Posting and running because I am exhausted! The excitement from the extra episode sent me on a frenzy. I’ve been struggling a lot with myself, imposter syndrome and perfectionism but I am trying everyday to push through it. The interaction I get is really humbling for someone like me and I am so grateful. Also, go watch the new episode, it’s amazing.

Warnings: Do not tag Neil Gaiman in any of my work or he will block me and I do enjoy his page. This fic is an 18+ sloooow burn. I am taking huge artistic license with the world because I am going by the TV series alone. If you don’t like it, don’t read it. Tags will be updated per chapter but if you know how the series goes then you know where the tags are heading. This shit is unbeta’d. Reader is femme and I will always be respectful of characters pronouns throughout the fic. If I do slip up please feel free to message me and it shall be corrected.

Pairing: Dream of the Endless/ Morpheus x F!reader/oc insert.

Summary: Brought to life by the power of the Dreaming, you were tasked with a single purpose. Find Lord Morpheus. However, once your purpose is completed will he find it in his heart to keep you around or was your purpose the only reason you were brought into being. Multichapter fuckery.

Prelude

Word Count: 2.2k+

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Chapter 1: The Waking Realm

The sunlight was searing as it broke out all around you. Warmth pillowed beneath you, caressing with the softest of tendrils. Comfort blossomed in your chest as the aching sadness of the Dreaming released its hold on you.

Prying your eyes open the light struck deeply and you cried out trying to cover them only to find you didn’t have hands anymore. The abrupt change in your movement meant your wing wasn’t outstretched and your entire form dipped alarmingly.

Colours of blue and green whipped across your vision as you tried to make sense of what was happening. Nausea clawed at your stomach forcing you to take control. Pushing your wing back out you managed to steady yourself, rising once more on the pillow of warmth and you let out a gasp.

Trees of every green you could imagine lay out beneath you. You had never seen such a cacophony of colours before and all you could think about was how beautiful everything was. The landscape rolled away from you, peaking and troughing hills dotted with multicoloured flowers all crowned with the glory of sunshine. It was nothing like the realm you had just left and that made you realise a balance had been tipped. One that shouldn’t have been messed with.

Turning your head slowly you saw your own outstretched wings, black but shimmering with a blue/purple highlight.

Clacking your beak you began to get a feel for your new physique. Your feet were tucked into your underside, nestled in your downy feathers. The weight of the amulet was evident around your neck even though it wasn’t visible, but you felt the pull.

Carefully you shifted in the air, marvelling at the way you tipped in that direction, hoping it would lead you to the elusive Lord Morpheus.

It felt like hours you’d been travelling in the same direction. Drinking in the buildings that you drifted by, seeing humans for the first time and hearing all their noise and scenting their smells. You’d give anything to explore this chaotic world, to walk among the people and learn their ways. Maybe as a reward, this Lord would set you free once he was found.

Everything was so loud where the buildings were but when you hit greenery again it provided a natural barrier and the world was peaceful once more. You came across other birds following you on different legs of your journey before peeling off when they reached their own destinations.

You watched the sky turn from a bright blue to the deepest of navy, the golden light of the sun casting its last rays wildly into the sky with hues of range and pink. The sight was so breathtaking you almost missed the pull of the amulet as you flew over a lone house.

Circling lazily you made sure the amulet was telling you this was where you needed to be and the pull was unmistakable.

With a rapid flap of your wings you tried to land but you misjudged the edge of the chimney and ended up rather ungracefully slamming into the side of the roof. Scrabbling wildly you managed to push off again and find somewhere better to land. You lay there, your chest rising and falling rapidly with your wings spread as the last light of day fully left this world. You felt exhausted but the need to rest was overshadowed by the constant tingling of the amulet. Gingerly you moved yourself into an upright position, taking a moment to admire the star studded sky that was as glorious now as it was in the daytime.

There was no doubt in your mind that this, Lord Morpheus was in this house. Why would a being such as he, want to reside here while his kingdom fell apart? It made no sense.

You weren’t here to make sense of it, you were here to find out what had happened to him. That was your purpose. Dragging yourself upright you fluttered across the roof, hopping until you reached the edge. There was a light on near a large door and you guessed that was the main entrance. A gravel driveway swept away from the house disappearing into the dark of the trees but you didn’t care where it went. You had to get inside this house. Raising your tired wings and letting go of the perch you flew round the whole place until you happened upon an open window. It took a couple of attempts before you finally rested on the sill and peered into the gloomy interior.

Silence greeted you. A single lamp was on, illuminating a hallway filled with glass cabinets and pointless human trinkets. With a rustle you fluttered down to a chair, flaring your wings when your legs seemed to collapse under your weight. It happened so suddenly, the hallway tipped and your entire body flopped with drastic exhaustion. You couldn’t stop the fall, your raven form melting and to your horror you could catch yourself with your hands. At first it was a relief to release the energy it took to disguise yourself but when footsteps sounded on the stairs all you could think about was somewhere to hide.

Your bare feet were silent as you raced down the hall only to dive into a room at the end and hope no one came in. Your heart was pounding, the palms of your hands becoming slippery and shaking; all sensations you’d never experienced before.

After you’d determined you were safe you looked around the room. The first thing you noticed was how much stuff was in here; a wooden rocking horse, an empty cot, a book shelf with worn titles on. An old rocking chair sat at the back, plumes of dust rose up from the pillow when you swept a hand over the threadbare fabric. For some reason it made you sad. Why keep all these objects only to shut them in a room? Did they hold no value to the owner anymore? It was already something you knew you’d never understand.

Gingerly you sat down and grabbed at the ravens head that rested on your chest. The tingling was driving you a little crazy, the pulling sensation almost making you feel queasy as it tugged you down.

As exhausted as you were you knew you didn’t need sleep. It was merely you trying to get used to your new body and learning it’s limits. Your wings hadn’t made an appearance, maybe they didn’t show in the Waking Realm.

Looking out the window, marvelling in the beauty of the half moon as it glowed amongst the stars you began to notice whispers. They were quiet to start with, just tickling the edges of your mind until they grew in strength. You couldn’t hear what was being said but intrigue pulled you from your hiding place. If you closed your eyes you could almost touch the whispers, muted colours danced just beyond your fingertips and you drew closer.

You ended up in a bedroom. The bed itself was a four-poster, dark wooded monster of grandeur. The man that lay in it was small, frail. His hair was grey and wrinkles lined his face. Bending down you inspected him closely, taking this moment to marvel in being close proximity to a human, feeling the uneven breath on your own face. It was then you realised the whispers were coming from him. You were hearing the echo of his dreams.

Bare feet padded with no noise against the rugs and wooden floorboards. Tentatively you descended the staircase, your hand sweeping down the bannister as the delicate fabric of your dress gently parted with each step. The house was dark with everyone asleep so you could explore in peace.

You found a room of books, so many books that rested unread from floor to ceiling. A drawing room lit by the dying embers of a fire, with hard leather back chairs and a grand desk. Another room you came across was filled with a long table and many chairs, far too many for the occupants of the house. Everything was tidy, in its place but you couldn’t help touching. Fingertips explored a large vase that sat on a sideboard, your hand trailed along a shelf of books feeling each bump as you moved from one spine to the next; even the leather chairs beckoned you to swipe them. It was all so fascinating but none of it helped you find Lord Morpheus.

Clutching the raven once again you frowned at the pulling sensation seemingly trying to pull you below the house. Carefully you walked in the dark, hands caressing the wooden panels in the hope you might find something you’d missed. There, another door. This one had a handle of metal and a hefty lock that drew your eye.

Shock cascaded through you as the handle moved, twisting with the clunk of the lock and a man came out, soft light spilling all over the carpet. You watched from your hiding place, crouched behind a huge sideboard as he lumbered towards the kitchen. Taking the opportunity you slipped through the open door and began to descend down the cold stone steps.

A soft orange light guided your way as you tentatively took each step as silently as possible. You happened upon a metal gate which the guard had thankfully left open and you slipped inside with the barest of whispers. Crouching in the corner you watched for any sign that you’d been noticed but the female guard carried on staring at her book.

Your gaze wandered, taking in the many pillars that split the room only to rest on a huge contraption in the very centre. It was round, huge bars of metal folded and melded around a glass bubble. Strange golden lettering encompassed the whole device, the magic was old with a feeling of wrongness to it. The same wrongness you’d felt within the Dreaming. You had to get closer. Carefully manoeuvring yourself across the stone slabs you quickly made your way to the device, avoiding touching the gold symbols incase they rendered you useless.

Your breath hitched at the sight of a pale form laying on the bottom. He was completely bare, his hair as dark as the night sky outside and his skin as bright as the stars that littered it. He seemed to be sleeping, his face partly hidden by his arm as he clearly tried to make himself comfortable. You couldn’t help but study him, taking in each line of his chisled body and you wondered what it felt like to touch such skin. Was he hard like marble? Smooth like ivory or did he feel just like a human. For human, he was not.

Cautiously you crouched down so you could see your own face reflected in the dirty glass but you were level with him. His eyes were shut, shoulders rising and falling in a steady rhythm to indicate he was fast asleep. The amulet was almost burning now, wanting to pull you closer to the man in the glass trap but you couldn’t cross the golden barrier.

Unfettered rage bloomed from somewhere deep within you. Fists curled tightly at the idea of these morals keeping the King of Dreams locked up for their own personal gain. This was why he hadn’t come home, why Lucienne had been left all those years and why his kingdom was dying. Because he was cut off from everything.

Resting a hand on the glass you wanted to tell him you’d be back, to let him know that help was here but then you remembered what Lucienne had said. Retreating back into the shadows you made your way back through the gate and up the steps until you reached the door. As you exited the male guard was coming out of the kitchen but there wasn’t time or anywhere for you to hide. Instinct told you to freeze and for a few nerve wracking heartbeats the pair of you stared at each other.

“Knew I forgot something,” he muttered to himself before turning back towards the kitchen. The raven amulet pulsed on your skin and you knew it was doing far more than you were aware. Without anymore hesitation you raced up the stairs, following the whispers once more. They sounded far off and muted, dull and grey just like the Dreaming. How humans had not noticed anything was wrong astounded you as you crouched beside his bed, leaning gently on the covers near his head. You closed your eyes, delving into the whispers, desperately trying to catch a slip of information when you heard a name. The human’s name.

“Paul…” with the barest whisper you infiltrated his nighttime thoughts. Weaving between the threads you coloured his visions showing him as well as telling him. “It’s time he was freed, Paul.” The man snuffled in his sleep, a frown deepening on his brow. “You cannot keep him here.”

“What must I do?” He mumbled.

“Break the binding circle. Cut through the magic and he will leave.” Your voice was light but commanding, the whispers burying into his subconscious like the seeds of an oak tree. Growing and entwining roots into the very reaches of his mind until he wouldn’t be able to think about anything else except breaking the binding circle.

Retreating into the darkness all you could do now was wait.

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Who/What I Will Write For!

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What I Can / Would Be Comfortable Writing & Or What Topics I Will Cover:

AUs

Expansion of plot lines

Writing for established couples

Reader inserts

Y/N

Any type of romance trope

Platonic relationships

Sibling relationships

Parent relationships (including certain characters as your parent)

Magical beings

Powers

One shots and multi part imagines

LGBTQIA + characters and readers

LGBTQIA + romance

Plot line changes, time changes

Non canonical couples

Canonical couples

Non canon friendships and canon friendships

Small age gaps (when writing for older characters I will made ages fitting with the character) ex: Tony stark. WARNING: If the age gap makes the characters have a legal adult and minor relationship (w the exception of a senior and junior in high school type of thing)

Certain characters (non lgbtq) in lgbtq relationships. For example Natasha Romanoff is a lesbian relationship.

Writings inspired by a song. (I have written work planned out already)

Any shapes and sizes

Angst

Fluff

More steamy scenes (prob up to third base