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faebaex · 4 months

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Tangled in Wonderland - Tall, Tall Tales

author note: Eeeeek this is very, very late! A lot of stuff has happened and yada yada but I’m here and I’m sorry! I’m still going to continue with this and I hope I can get back on track with writing this because I’m really enjoying this event! This instalment follows on directly from the Scarabia one, I hope you all enjoy!

characters: Floyd Leech x GN!Reader

“SHRIMPY!”

Oh no.

Your whole body froze up in an instant at the sound of that familiar, unhinged voice. Clearly, fate had decided you hadn’t gone through enough punishment today and decided to add a little bit more spice to your day. And by spice, it meant perhaps one of the most chaotic entities you have ever met. You looked around wildly, trying to spot him as quickly as you could so you could run. He was right on the path leading up to the Hall of Mirrors, roguish grin on his face as he waved both his arms at you. Your only choice was to go back inside and escape through one of the mirrors.

“Stay away from me, Leech!” You snapped, not even bothering with your usual faux attempt to be cordial as you turned on your heel, bolting towards the mirrors. If you could just get through the Heartlabyul mirror, you’d be—

“Aha~! Got you.” Breathed a husky voice right by your ear, suddenly tugged straight off your feet and into the air by the lanky arms that coiled around your midsection, your back flush against his chest.

“Shrimpy is so mean, callin’ me by just my last name! Even when I’ve gone through all the effort to give you a lil nickname too!” Floyd mourned, swinging you around the Hall of Mirrors, your legs swinging perilously out in front of you whilst you clutched onto his arms for dear life and let out a small, undignified scream. “Aah, maybe you thought I was Jade? Because I was really far away? Then maybe I can forgive you, Shrimpy…” His sharp teeth were uncomfortable close to your ear as he let out a little laugh, “or maybe I can just keep spinnin’ you around!”

Floyd picked up the speed of his spinning, his manic laughter drowning out your screams and for a moment, you thought this might be how it all ended… But then you remembered, the Leech twins thrive off of fear in their victims, so you sucked it up and started hitting him on his arms to get his attention. If your legs ended up breaking one of the mirrors, you’d never hear the end of it from Crowley…

“P-put me down, Floyd! I am not a toy!” You cried out, and thankfully your repeated hitting of his arms managed to get his attention, for he finally slowed to a stop. The world spun around you, making you semi-grateful for his arms around your waist. They were the only thing holding you up, at this point.

“Eh? Are you sure you’re not a toy? Azul said somethin’ real interesting the other day…”

Uh oh.

“Did he now…” You remarked, feigning disinterest as best as you could as your vision finally began to right itself again.

“Mhmmm~” Floyd mused against your ear, and you just knew this couldn’t be good, “he said you know things. Things that you should have no way of knowing. Kinda like one of those magic 8 ball things.” Floyd continued, before his mouth split into a broad, terrifying grin. “Maybe if I shake you a little, you’ll tell me all sorts of things too.”

“Floyd, don’t—”

It was too late. You clung to Floyd’s arms as he began to shake you erratically, like you were a chocolate bar stuck in a vending machine. Your head collided with his shoulder multiple times, not hard enough to hurt but definitely jarring in its own way as the world once again became dizzying. Floyd seemed to be enjoying himself, his mocking laughter filling the small hall as he watched your rattled expression.

“Oh magic Shrimpy ball, oh magic Shrimpy ball,” he chanted as he continued to shake you, finally beginning to slow down as he leaned in to whisper in your ear, “why did you walk out of the Scarabia mirror just a moment ago?”

Ah, of course he saw that.

With as much strength as you could muster in your dizzy state, you threw an elbow back into his chest, feeling some satisfaction when you heard him let out a small ‘oof’. “That’s none of your business,” you grumbled, your lips turned downwards in distaste. “and that isn’t even how a magic 8 ball works! You’re supposed to ask the question first and then shake it… Don’t start shaking me again!” You quickly warned as a follow up, turning your head to give Floyd a glare. He just gave you that little frustrating grin right back.

“It’s not my fault Shrimpy, I have all this pent-up energy ‘cause you’ve been avoiding me. I’ve missed you.” As if to punctuate his words, he started to squeeze you, and you found yourself once again whacking his arms to get him to release you.

“Floyd! There is no need—” You gasped out, feeling some of your joints cracking harmlessly from the pressure but a tightness building near your ribs that promised pain if he didn’t stop soon. You gasped out a breath when he finally eased up his hold, but very nearly choked when you realised he was waltzing right towards the Octavinelle mirror.

“Floyd, put me down!”

“Nah, Shrimpy, don’t feel like it. Let’s hang out!” Floyd responded in his usual lackadaisical manner, stepping through the Octavinelle dormitory mirror without pause. It was odd, feeling the usually surreal feeling of a bubble forming around you as you floated towards the dorm, but on top of that, Floyd was still holding you, back flush against his chest with your legs dangling in front of you. You can’t imagine how ridiculous it looked.

Floyd walked you straight into the Mostro Lounge without a care in the world, heading straight for one of the unoccupied booths.

“Oya,” you heard another terribly familiar voice as you passed the bar, “I see you have acquired a valuable customer, Floyd. Please enjoy your stay.” Jade hummed with a short bow, not even bothering to hide his toothy grin as he observed your plight. You didn’t even get a chance to scowl before Floyd was bundling you into a booth, none too gently either.

“What? You told me to put you down.” Floyd drawled when you shot him a glare, sitting opposite you and spreading himself out on the available space. He leaned his elbows onto the table, propping his head up with one palm as he stared straight at you.

“Ne, Shrimpy… Why don’t you tell me what you said to Azul the other week to make him come back all shaken up?” Floyd hummed, his smile seeming playful, but you could already see the predatory glint in his eye.

You narrowed your eyes slightly, unsure of what Floyd’s motive was here.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You responded demurely, keeping tight lipped. Floyd’s smile widened, sharp teeth on full display as he leaned forward. “Don’t be like that, Shrimpy! You should have seen it, it was hilarious!” Floyd cackled thumping his hand on the table in front of them, “he came rushin’ back to the Lounge, all pale faced and jumpy, and then locked himself in the VIP room.”

A cocktail glass filled with a blue liquid and decorated with a star shaped garnish was elegantly placed in front of you. A similar glass was placed in front of Floyd. “Yes, Azul was very startled when he returned to the Lounge the other week. We were very worried.” Jade confirmed, folding his hands in front of him, faux concern colouring his tone, but the amusement shone through his close eyed smile.

“I didn’t order this.” You responded dryly, as Floyd already pulled his straw to his mouth and took a gulp from his drink. “Aww just try it Shrimpy, it’s my own recipe! It’s good, see!” He stuck his tongue out, revealing his stained bright blue tongue. You pushed your glass away from you. Yeah, you definitely weren’t going to be trying that.

“I’m positively hurt, prefect. I mixed that with care, just for you.” Jade hummed, his eyebrows down turning in a look of fake hurt. You ignored him.

“We could hear Azul muttering to himself in the VIP room. ‘Who are they’, ‘how do they know that’. He got so mad when we used Jade’s key to unlock the door. You should have seen his face, Ahaa~”

“You spied on your own friend? You guys are ruthless.” You commented casually, and Floyd only grinned at you wider, Jade’s expression not changing from his solemn one.

“The VIP room was quite the mess, too. Papers all over the floor. Azul wouldn’t even let me help him clean it all up, it must have taken him hours.” Jade added, his smile looking more and more devious by the minute.

“So tell us what you did, Shrimpy.” Floyd prodded.

“Yes tell us, prefect.” Jade coaxed.

Both of the Leech twins stared you down, razor sharp smiles on their faces as they attempted to intimidate you into revealing what happened between you and Azul in the library that day. You were starting to see now why Azul insisted on referring to them as just colleagues.

You were in a bit of a bind here. You expected the stunt you pulled on Azul to have some backlash, and you really didn’t want to make the Leech twins anymore interested in you than they already were. And for whatever reason, Azul hadn’t divulged what you had said to him to Jade and Floyd, who were his closest confidants. Or, this was some sort of elaborate ruse that they had strategized to wheedle the information out of you. Either way, you thought you should probably tread with caution here…

… But Azul had been bothering you again lately…

You leaned back into your seat, looking sheepishly away from them both and staring at the smooth pearlescent surface of the table. “I don’t know guys, it’s kind of… Embarrassing…” You muttered. You caught Jade and Floyd sharing a look between each other before they leaned in closer, like sharks tasting blood.

“Ne, it’s okay, you can tell us, Shrimpy…”

“It might make you feel better to get it off your chest, prefect…”

Hook, line and sinker.

You glanced up at them, the both of them leaning in uncomfortably close but you masked your distaste by rubbing your arm, as if you were feeling flustered by just thinking about the situation. “Well, um…” You began, pausing for dramatic effect, Floyd leaning in closer in anticipation and Jade nodding gently, as if the comfort you for the difficult story you were about to tell.

“Azul had been visiting me in the library after classes for a few days… We were getting along really well… It was, well… It was nice to have a friend. It’s hard sometimes, being the odd one out…” You sighed softly, really hamming it up for them. They were eating it up, leaning closer as you continued, “but Azul never made me feel like that. He was always so kind, so welcoming.” You smiled for a moment, before you face dropped and your lips pressed together into a tight line. “But then…” You hesitated again, your expression creasing into a distressed frown.

“Did something happen, prefect?”

“Yeah, yeah! Tell us Shrimpy!”

“Well… One day suddenly, he… Asked me on a date… But…” You started, but then you covered your face with your hands and shook your head, “oh I can’t say it, it’s just so… So humiliating!” You cried out, your voice muffled by your hands. Floyd and Jade were watching with rapt attention, Jade not even able to hide his obvious enjoyment at both your perceived distress and the opportunity to get some dirt on Azul, whereas Floyd hadn’t been hiding his excitement in the first place.

“But what, Shrimpy?”

“Please prefect, if you tell us, perhaps we can put your mind at ease…”

Slowly, you uncovered your hands from your face, to see the eager faces of the Leech twins nodding at you encouragingly. You leaned in close, and they followed suit, all three of you huddled together in the booth almost conspiratorially. You looked around nervously, before you continued in a hushed whisper.

“I had to turn him down… He got a little upset, understandably. He couldn’t see why I didn’t like him, why I wouldn’t give him a chance…” Floyd and Jade shared a discreet look at that, because that definitely sounded like the Azul they knew. “I tried to comfort him, to tell him that I thought he was a great guy and it was me not him but he just wouldn’t listen! So I had to tell him the truth…” You winced, wringing your hands together. If Floyd and Jade leaned any closer, you’d all be bumping heads together.

“The truth, prefect?”

“Ne, you can tell us, Shrimpy…”

You swallowed, before looking up at them with your best puppy dog eyes. “Okay, please don’t say anything but… … …”

“… I’m allergic to octopus…”

The table fell silent. Floyd and Jade stared at you, motionless, as you peeked up bashfully at them. Then suddenly, Floyd was roaring with laughter, his loud cackle making several of the customers in the Lounge jump in surprise. His hand thumped the table several times, knocking over his drink and sending the bright blue juice spilling all over the shiny white surface and onto the tile below. Jade effortlessly sidestepped before the mess could hit his shoes, but his shoulders were visibly shaking as his hand tried to hide his laughter

“Oh prefect… I’m so pffft… Ahem… I’m so sorry to hear that.” Jade attempted, hand still propped to his chin as he tried to compose himself, rather unsuccessfully screamed with laughter beside him.

“What is going on here?!”

A voice hissed through the Lounge, but the twins didn’t even flinch. If anything, it just sent Floyd into fresh peals of laughter, flopping down on the booth seat as he held his stomach.

Azul stood a few feet away, obviously brought out by the commotion and chaos that was currently happening in your booth. His eyes widened when he saw you sitting there, but he quickly schooled his face again, a detail that Jade caught, making him unable to resist his own toothy grin.

“Jade, you are supposed to be managing the bar. And Floyd, stop that racket right now and get changed. Your shift started thirty minutes ago! And clean up that mess!” Azul ordered with a stern expression, before his eyes landed on you, his lips pursing together, “and I would appreciate it if you didn’t disturb them when they are working, prefect.”

You held your hands up defensively as you started to shimmy out of the booth. “Actually, I was just leaving.”

Your words breathed some life back into Floyd, who’d finally recovered from his laughing fit to sit up and climb out of the booth himself, a rapturous smile on his face. “I’ll walk Shrimpy to the door~!” He announced, throwing a heavy arm around your shoulders before you could rebuff him.

“Floyd! You’re supposed to be—”

“I’m terribly sorry for my negligence, Azul. I was just trying to comfort our dear customer over their recent romantic distress.” Jade chimed in, and the only way you would be able to describe the grin on his face was feral. Floyd began cackling again, using Jade’s distraction of Azul as an opportunity to whisk you away and get out of work at the same time.

You pondered whether you should feel bad for setting up Azul for at least a week’s worth of ribbing from the Leech twins as Floyd steered you towards the Octavinelle mirror, but then you remembered he put an anemone on your cat. And Ace and Deuce. Suddenly, your shoulders felt a lot lighter. Well, they would, if Floyd’s lanky arm wasn’t still around them.

Floyd kept his arm around you right until you reached the exit of the Octavinelle dorm, but you chalked it up to him being on a good mood high because of what you’d just told him and Jade. But just as you were about to duck out from under his arm, you felt his hot breath against your ear for the second time that day.

“Ne, Shrimpy. Are you allergic to eel too?”

Before you could even react, you were getting sucked up into one of those magical bubbles again as it began carrying you towards the Octavinelle mirror, your expression bewildered as you stared back at Floyd, who sent you off with a cheeky grin.

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comphy-and-cozy · 4 months

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oh I have a marty thot for sure! I’ve been thinking about riding his thigh while he sits back and just watches, kinda unimpressed at the show and telling you “you can do better than that, can’t you?”

Earn It

Pairing: Matt Martin x sugar baby!reader (f)

Universe: sugar daddy Marty

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Smut (18+ ONLY). Sugar daddy/baby dynamic, lap dance, semi-public/risque sex, unprotected sex, hair pulling, choking, mild degradation, creampie, a little bit of cum play (lmao jfc).

Fridays are supposed to be celebratory; the end of the week, welcoming in a few days off to relax and reset. What they’re not supposed to be are stressful, non-stop, chaotic.

Yet here you are, already thinking about the large glass of wine you’re going to pour yourself when you get home; the only decision you’re planning to make for the rest of the night is red or white.

Setting your keys into the bowl on the table beside the door, you eye the pristine leather sneakers next to your shoe rack, but make no move to greet the person you already know is waiting on the couch. You knew you’d regret having the extra key made for him, that he’d show up unannounced like a poorly-timed pimple, but it’s not like you really could say no—not when you consider that he all but pays your rent.

When you round the corner, bag left on the quartz countertop (an upgrade he insisted on when you were signing your new lease), you finally offer him your attention.

“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” he muses, glancing up from where he’s scrolling on his phone. You do your best to mask the shiver that runs down your spine when his eyes lock with yours. Based on the smirk that quirks up on his face, you’d wager a guess that you did a poor job of it.

“Hi, Matty,” you say. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“You need a new dress for the charity gala,” he drawls.

“I do, do I?”

He ignores your attitude, standing up to walk over to the island and setting the invitation in front of you. You glance it over, admiring the thick, black cardstock and gold foil detailing the casino-themed event taking place at UBS Arena next month.

“Black tie attire,” you hum. “I don’t have anything that’s black-tie appropriate.”

“That’s why you need a new dress.”

“And that’s why you’re here right now, sitting on my couch after a day from hell, full of back-to-back meetings, am I correct?”

Matt smiles again. “Already have a bubble bath going for you, my little brat. I’ll be here tomorrow at 9 to pick you up.”

You feel a little guilty for the sass, smiling bashfully at him as he plants a sweet kiss on your cheekbone on his way to the door. “Lock up behind me, darlin’.”

Goddamn him. Always knowing exactly how to charm you to get you to bend to his every will—but not without giving him the kind of attitude that makes his dick hard. A fair tradeoff, in your opinion.

That’s why you work, why your dynamic makes your relationship feel so smooth and seamless and… perfect. Except the part where he’s paying you to fuck him.

Either way, it’s how you find yourself walking along Fifth Avenue, following Matt as he leads you into stores with price tags that intimidate you so much, your cheeks get hot. He lets you browse on your own, warming you up a bit, picking out a few items for work along with a new Yves Saint Laurent purse.

Purchase after purchase. Item after item. The ease with which Matt whipped out his thick, black credit card—you know, the heavy ones that just feel luxurious—almost physically pains you as you try to do the mental math of what he’d spent today.

Finally, you follow him to the dresswear section of Bergdorf Goodman’s, admiring the ease with which he carries the multiple bags in his large hands. You feel well and truly spoiled, thinking to yourself that the dark green lace set he purchased at Fleur du Mal will come in handy later when it comes time to show your gratitude.

“This dress,” he murmurs against your temple, pressing an affectionate kiss to your skin as the fitting room attendant readies a room for you. “I want everyone there to imagine fucking you out of it.”

At this point, you’re used to his blunt and sometimes crude nature, but that doesn’t stop your skin from heating at his crass words. You can’t deny the warmth that radiates between your legs, though, at the thought of him showing you off, claiming you as his, publicly. And, well, how are you supposed to say no to him buying you a dress that’s worth more than your groceries for the month?

The selection is enormous, and you find yourself overwhelmed by the options—lace, chiffon, silk, crepe—all of it doesn’t mean much to you, so you rely on your stylist to select a few options that complement your body type. Matt sits quietly in the corner of the fitting room, watching you try on dress after dress, making barely any comment other than an occasional hum.

When the stylist leaves you to contemplate your options, you glance over your reflection, at the Alex Perry gown that stares back at you. It’s the first dress that feels right, and you can’t help the feeling of excited anticipation that fills your chest when you think about wearing it beside Matt at the gala. Maybe he’d wear that delicious gray suit that you like, the one you almost stained permanently humping his thigh like a fucking dog in heat.

“Is this the one you want?”

You do a final spin in the mirror, checking the various angles and standing on your toes to imitate your height in heels. It’ll need to be altered a bit, but you’re pleased with the way it fits your body and, more importantly, the way it makes you feel luxurious. With your nod, Matt leans forward and glances at the price tag hanging out of the back. His eyes flick to yours in the mirror, and you stew in discomfort for the few seconds before he’s sitting back, apparently approving of the price.

A wide smile forms on your face, feeling a bit like a child on Christmas morning at your excitement. You like Matt for far more than his wallet, but you can’t deny that it feels nice to be spoiled by him, to feel lavished by his gifts and special treatment.

“Think it’s time for you to say thank you, don’t you?”

Matt’s low purr snaps you out of your thoughts, eyes focusing back on the navy silk material that’s hugging your body. The corset bodice keeps you tucked in, accentuating the curve of your breasts, fabric draped across your middle and fastened in place with a large, glittering piece. But the real attention-grabber is the slit on the left side that goes up to your hip, revealing almost your entire leg.

You cast a glance at him in the mirror, a flutter in your chest when you see the way his eyes rake in your reflection. He hums, and though he told you it was your decision, you’re pleased that he likes what he sees.

“Thank you, Matty,” you say, batting your eyelashes at him. You lean forward and press a kiss against his lips, warm and soft—the kind you could fall into with ease. He smiles, crooked and patronizing as he tsks.

“Oh, sweetheart, you know that isn’t good enough. Look at all these bags—all for you. I think I deserve more gratitude than that, hm?”

The hidden meaning of his velvet words are enough to make you shiver, your heart chilling as you realize what he wants. His eyes glitter as he watches you, sees the recognition on your face and the hitch in your throat.

Your voice is hoarse as you whisper, “Here?”

Matt blinks, lazily, with a raised eyebrow, like he’s challenging to you to deny him. Of course you can’t, and he knows it. He leans back on the bench, his back resting against the wall and his legs spread comfortably. It’s a silent invitation, one you can’t refuse, and you find yourself moving to sit in his lap with a shaky gulp.

His hands weave their way to your hips, warm through the material of your jeans. “Good girl.”

With just the right amount of pressure, he encourages you to move your waist, swaying your hips as your ass brushes against his groin. He’s half hard, the bulge firm against you as you set a rhythm, listening for any other customers entering the dressing rooms nearby. The classy elevator music hums softly through the speakers while the silk covering your ass glides against his slacks in a filthy narrative.

A low hum of approval sounds from Matt’s chest, eyes glued to the way you work your hips. It isn’t long before you’re glancing behind you, meeting his eyes as he regards you with his easy, lazy gaze. Beneath the firm press of your ass, you can feel him hardening as the tick of your heartbeat increases in your throat. His signature smirk slides its way onto his face, smug, soaking in the fact that he’s got you wrapped around his finger, willing to do practically anything he asks you.

It isn’t long before he’s stiff, solid beneath you, and you feel an involuntary throb at the size of him. Every moment, you remain vigilant, ears perked for voices—or worse, the sound of someone’s gasp. It reflects in your movements, not lackluster but certainly not to your usual level of enthusiasm. There’s something about him when he’s like this—cocky confidence rolling off of him in waves, his gaze heating your skin—that drives you desperately, deliciously wild, a feral urge in you snatching control of your conscience.

But not right now. And he knows it.

He hums, displeased, and you have a split moment to register his disappointment before he’s purring, “Sweetheart, I think you can do better than that, can’t you?”

The velvet of his voice strokes the flame inside you, sending a wave of warmth between your thighs. Another throb against the stiffness under your ass. His hands remain at his sides, not offering any assistance. You can practically feel his lazy gaze on your ass, waiting patiently for you to react.

He senses your hesitation, knows the reason you’re timid—waiting for the fitting room attendant to come back at any minute and discover the lewd situation unfolding. So he changes his approach, voice honeyed and silky smooth. “Look at that gorgeous dress. Y’look fucking stunning in it, baby. But you gotta earn it, darlin’.”

You meet his gaze in the reflection of the mirror, see the glitter in them that tells you he’s serious, accepting the small nod he gives you. Bracing your hands on his meaty thighs, you resume your movements, pressing yourself into his groin with more force.

Matt’s words echo in your head as you work him—and yourself—into a frenzy. Earn it. He didn’t specify what his… end goal was, but from the glint in his eye you think it’s safe to assume it’s more than just a clothed lap dance in the middle of the dressing room.

How you ended up half-naked, thong tugged to the side, hands bracing yourself against the wall of the fitting room, you’re not sure; all you really know is the feeling of Matt’s weight behind you, so tall his face is almost out of your view in the mirror’s reflection. He’s not looking at you, instead focused on tapping the head of his erection against your ass.

You bite your lip to stifle a whine, staring at him in the hopes he’ll offer you just a glance so you can beg him silently to please, put it in. Eventually, he does, sees the desperation pooling in your eyes and chuckles smugly, pleased at the rash desire he finds in them.

“Arch it for me, sweet girl.”

Obeying, you press your ass out toward him, thinking you’d break your back right here, right now, if it meant he’d provide you with some relief. His warm palm presses against your spine, encouraging you to go further, and he hums in approval at the view you present him: expensive dress bunched over the swell of your hips, ass out, pussy dripping, eyes wanton and pleading with him in the mirror.

“You want it?” he asks, his voice so low you strain to hear it.

You’re almost embarrassed at how fast you nod, not wanting to waste any time. He smirks again, and you know he’s biting back the urge to tease you, instead just offering, in all its simplicity: “Slut.”

There’s a brief moment where he allows his words to sink in, a flood of arousal seeping out of your bare, uncovered core, threatening to drip onto the faded wood flooring of the dressing room. You’re grateful that he didn’t make you beg—he usually does—but then he’s pressing into you without warning and a loud cry leaves your lips.

Your hand slaps over your mouth to muffle the sound, but he’s already gotten what he wants out of you, a more than obvious admission of the debauchery occurring just inside the fitting room. Instead, he focuses on the warm wetness enveloping his dick, watching the way your cunt sucks him in, greedy.

Despite his reckless attitude, he’s aware of the slap of his hips against your ass, and instead of jackhammering into you the way he wants to, he’s opted for hard, deep, slow thrusts; hard enough to have a soft, involuntary sigh every time he sheaths himself to the hilt inside of you. It’s the opposite of a quickie (even though that’s exactly what this is); instead, he’s diligent, indulging himself in the feeling of your tight walls throbbing around his length.

All things considered, you’re pleased with the minimal amount of noises sounding from your stall; though your body shivers when you hear the low groan rumble in his chest. With a glance in the mirror, you can see the way he’s watching himself pull out of your cunt, biting his lip at the sight.

Matt offers a light slap of his tip against your lips before he’s jutting his hips forward, subtly, to rub his length against your clit. The sensation makes you shiver, the slickness of his shaft sliding against the tender button, and you feel the shockwaves coursing through you at the movement.

With his free hand, he gathers your hair in his fist and yanks backward, arching your back until your head is resting against his chest. The sharp pain melds into pleasure, loving the way he knows exactly how to take control over your body to have you dizzy with lust. Hot breath fans over your ear, soft and subtle pants puffing air down your neck. “Fuck yourself on it, baby.”

His warm fingers press into your hips, urging you to move; you do, seeking out that delicious tingle when the fat tip of his cock brushes against your clit, running between your folds. You hear the pleased hum in your ear, quiet, and then the chuckle that follows when he slips into you, a loud gasp leaving your lips.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he murmurs with a low groan. “So fucking wet for me, just the way I like it.”

Matt urges you to keep going, biting back another moan at the feeling of him being buried inside you. Your hips roll him in and out of you, and Matt’s hand trails over your ribcage, groping your breast on its way up to finally land at your throat, fingers curling around the base and squeezing. “Makin’ too much noise. Someone’s gonna hear you, and then I won’t get to flood this pretty little cunt with cum, will I?”

Swallowing the urge to whine with need, you shake your head, trying to tell him with your eyes how badly you want that. His lips press softly against the place where your shoulder meets your neck, keeping eye contact with you through the mirror while he angles his hips in search of the spot that’s going to have you dribbling down your legs. He knows he’s reached it by the way your mouth falls open, your brows scrunching in pleasure when the nudge of him against your g-spot has your eyes fluttering shut.

He hums again, and you know he’s pleased—both with himself for reading your body like his favorite book, and with you for being obediently quiet. The hand around your neck tightens while the forceful punch of Matt’s hips grows more intentional, aiming for precision rather than speed.

The smirk in the mirror, flashed in your direction is enough to make you shiver in his arms. “You think you can stay quiet while you come for me? Hmm?”

You’re trapped—can’t nod, can’t speak, barely hanging onto your last shred of control before you’re succumbing to the release that rips through you. Your legs shake, lungs scrambling for breath as the wave crashes over you, hands clutching the wall in search of purchase. Tears prick at the rims of your eyes, blurring your vision.

Matty’s eyes glitter as he pulls out of you, grinning when he hears the slickness between your legs.

“Love it when she purrs for me.”

It’s only when you feel hot liquid oozing out of you that you realize he met his climax, too, burying the evidence deep within your core. Your shaky legs clench together in an effort to prevent his cum from seeping down your legs and onto the floor.

Matt’s hands linger on your sides to make sure you’re steady before he’s tugging your panties back in place and swooping the dress back over your hips. He hums at the creamy drips on the inside of your thighs, swiping up to collect it on his finger. You don’t even have to be told to open your mouth, eyes fluttering shut when he presses the salty mixture onto your tongue. He hums when your lips close around the digit, sucking it clean before he releases it with a pop.

His eyes are still dark when he presses the call button on the wall with a crooked grin, and when the attendant knocks gently on the door, he says simply, “We’ll take the dress.”

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PAC: How Can You Attract More Clientele?

hello beautiful people! i wanted to do something different today! this is for my business owners out there, this one is for you. if you need some extra reassurance/advice on how to gain more traction, this is for you. without further ado, please pick the image that resonates with you the most.

Top Left-to-Bottom Right: (1-4)

Pile One: I heard “something’s brewing” as I was shuffling for this pile. Pile One, do you know how lucky people are to have your talents in this world? Why don’t you take your talents where they belong? I feel like you aren’t really pushing yourself the way that you’re supposed to. You’re all talk but when it comes down to actually putting in the work, you get scary. There’s no point in planning for the future if you don’t live in it. So do what you have to do in order to be known! Another thing about you is that there’s some shame around your work. It’s like you’re embarrassed to show off your stuff so you’ll just hand it off to people that you know and when you get compliments, you won’t necessarily take them as one should. You need to celebrate your work forreal. Your work needs to be seen. You need to be around other creative people so that you can have personal muses in your life. You need to know that your talents will be recognized as long as you let them. All in all, in order to attract clientele, you need to be willing to put yourself out there.

Cards Used: Princess of Swords, The Hermit, Prince of Cups, Knight of Swords, 2 of Wands, 7 of Swords.

extras: shuffle. coffee brewer. sodastream. alliteration. mime. pasties. original invention.

Pile Two: Aggressive marketing is a tactic that you need to take on, Pile Two. This is a pile similar to Pile One in the sense that you are being too coy. I am seeing a fast-paced work environment. You deliver your products fast and you come up with ideas pretty fast. The thing is though, you do not really sell yourself. When I say this, I mean that you are too calm and humble with the way that you market yourself. People tend to overlook you because you’re not really showing off your product/brand. Invest in your brand and you will see better results. If you have a TikTok or Instagram, I’m not going to lie, talking fast or talking in a bubbly manner will help your clients flock to you. I am feeling a little chaotic right now as I type this. I feel like you need to unleash your chaotic side into this marketing. People would be more willing to buy the product if you show off your authentic energy.

Cards Used: Four of Swords, Temperance (RX), The Devil (RX), The Hermit, 9 of Wands, Ace of Swords, Prince of Cups, Eight of Wands

extras: panda express. takeoff. funeral. egg sandwich. sadistic. clueless. “you are the visuals baby.”

Pile Three: There is nothing wrong with getting shit done, Pile Three. I feel like this pile thinks that they do everything right, or do you? I think you need to stop caring about the validation of other people. Do you actually like what it is that you’re doing/selling? Is it fulfilling to present this product to other people? If so, then you need to just be patient. You are very impatient to the process of gaining sales. You need to let more time pass. Your business hasn’t taken off because you do not let shit marinate. If you let time pass by, you would actually gain more clientele. As you await for this moment though, take everything as a learning experience. If you do not feel fulfilled/personally rewarded, then it is time for a rebrand. You need to figure out how this product resonates with you. What is your personal connection with it? How can you connect to other people through this product? What lasting impact do you want to leave on people? I also see that you do need to get involved with people offline as well. Posting flyers up around your neighborhood would really benefit you, my love.

Cards Used: The Emperor, Strength, 4 of Swords, The Devil, The Hanged Man, Judgment, Prince of Wands, Queen of Discs

extras: orlando. drill rap. ohio. “earthy scents.” twisted tea. green giant.

Pile Four: I actually feel like this pile is super close to meeting their goal number of clients. You have been putting in the right amount of work and therefore, you have been getting rewarded. But you need to learn how to network. I feel like this pile just needs to be at the right place at the right time. If you find yourself getting invited to an event that needs your skills, you should check it out. It’ll be the key to your big break. I also think that you should consider trading with other creatives to gain more clientele. Consider promoting other creatives’ work so that more people can come to you. I think it really all comes down to the timing of it all. But your time is pretty soon. You’re already eating good but soon you’ll be eating real good. There’s not really much you have to do but just show yourself off.

Cards Used: Wheel of Fortune. The Magician. Queen of Discs. King of Wands. 7 of Discs. King of Discs. The Emperor.

extras: dill pickle. onion rings. pastel colors. breakfast foods. sizing issues.

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CH. 01 — BRIDAL PARTY

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a ray of sunlight shines on your face through your bedroom window. you scrunch your nose at the bright, warm light beaming onto you, waking you much to your dismay.

ken is already up; you can tell by the smell of coffee. you roll over and reach for your phone on the nightstand.

8:29 AM. 1 new message from hinata tachibana, your best friend.

thank goodness for small miracles, you think to yourself. you let her know you'll be there, then make your way to the kitchen.

"mornin'," draken greets, "you're up early."

"g'morning, love. getting ready to head out?" you ask sleepily, standing unsteadily on your toes before placing a soft kiss on his lips.

"yeah, 'm running a little late. got plans today?" ken asks as he picks up his keys.

"hina wants to meet for brunch, that's all." you smile at him and grab a mug for yourself.

"hmm, sounds fun. i'll see ya later, baby." he kisses the top of your head and walks out the door.

"have a good day, ken. i love you!" you reply and blow him a kiss.

"love you too baby." he replies as he walks out the door.

11:25 AM.

you arrive at cafe flower and scan the patio for hinata. she waves her hand in the air to aid you in finding her. you acknowledge her wave with a gentle nod and approach the table.

"thank you for coming on such short notice! how are you? how's life with draken going?" she asks, visibly excited.

"good! we're good, thanks for asking. our two-year anniversary is coming up soon." you muse, mindlessly reflecting on life and its fast pace of moving.

"that's great! i'm so happy draken has you in his life!" hina beams. her smile, as genuine as the words she speaks. she's always loved love, for as long as you could remember.

"thanks, hina. i'm happy he's in my life, too." you reply. a waitress brings out some complimentary mimosas. hinata orders herself crêpes, you order french toast.

"i invited you here because i have some pretty exciting news, and a very important question..." hinata says as she hands the waitress the menus. she springs out of her chair, no longer able to contain her excitement.

"TAKEMICHI PROPOSED! WE'RE GETTING MARRIED!" she exclaims, extending her hand out to you, flashing the engagement ring that sat pretty and perfect on her manicured finger.

you beam at the ring. it was so perfect. so hina. "oh, hina!! i'm so happy for you! congratulations!!!" you shriek, hugging her across the table.

"thank you! i am elated, can you tell?!" she giggles.

"well?! how did he propose?!" you ask excitedly.

"oh, you know takemichi... he was a nervous wreck the whole time. so nervous, he ruined the surprise because the ring fell out of his pocket!" she giggles, "he took me to the pier under some fairy lights and asked me to marry him."

your heart flutters in your chest hearing about hina's proposal. "that sounds about right for takemichi," you giggle as the waitress returns with your brunch, "i'm so happy for you both!"

hinata thanks you and the waitress, then takes a dainty bite of her crêpes. she reaches to her side, then hands you a gift box wrapped in a bow. she marvels at you as you sift through the contents of the box.

"i can't tie the knot with out you. so... will you be my maid of honor?"

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The Verdict- Chapter Two

Pairing: Vincent Renzi x OFC

Warnings: mentions of death, awkward OC, it’s pretty mild at this point. if you’ve seen Anatomy of a Fall, you basically know what’s about to happen.

A/N: if you’re back for chapter two, welcome back. Swann Arlaud at the Oscars actually recoded my DNA. imagine writing 11 whole chapters and then literally going back and completely re-writing them- that’s what I’ve been doing with this story. I won’t be following along word for word with the plot of the movie, nor will I be recounting everything perfectly. I tried that (I’ve watched Anatomy literally 4 times to the point that I actually dreamt in French one night) also huge shoutout to my friend @luxlisbons for her support and a huge shoutout to the dictionary and thesaurus that have basically become my Bible. also if you want to be tagged when I post the upcoming chapters, just let me know.

Vincent glanced across the office space to find Leah seated on the floor, surrounded by a chaotic array of case files. She appeared lost in thought, her brow furrowed in concentration.

"You're quiet," Vincent remarked, making his way over to her.

Leah looked up, a hint of frustration evident in her eyes. "Would be nice if I could speak French. It's taking double the time when I have to translate all this."

Vincent reached out and took the report from her hands, flipping it over to reveal a series of photos on the back. "There are pictures on the back, you know?" he pointed out. "This autopsy report is inconclusive at this point. He supposedly fell from the third floor window."

Leah, feeling a glimmer of hope, asked, "Have you interviewed her yet?"

Vincent nodded. "I went to see her the day before you arrived."

"And?" Leah inquired, hoping for a breakthrough.

Vincent's expression remained somber. "A man is dead," he stated matter-of-factly. "Was that lost in translation?"

Leah shook her head, the weight of the case pressing down on her shoulders. She returned to the pile of files before her, determined to unravel the mystery that lay within.

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“Do you eat?” Vincent’s voice rang out, startling Leah from her place on the floor. She chuckled, her concentration finally broken after hours of sifting through each piece of evidence Vincent had presented her with.

“Sometimes I do,” she joked, standing to stretch, her shirt riding up enough for Vincent to see a stripe of her stomach.

“Do you plan on eating today?” Vincent asked, perplexed by how she must be running on fumes considering the time she had spent unmoving.

Leah’s eyebrows shot up in mock surprise. “Probably should,” she sighed. “I’m starving.”

With a grin, Vincent guided her to a cafe across the road and down the street. Over a course of croque monsieur and a few cups of coffee, the two lawyers exchanged glances and subtle smiles.

“You’re quiet again,” Vincent's voice broke through the silence, his eyes studying Leah's thoughtful expression as she gazed out the window.

Leah’s lips curved into a small smile. “Sorry,” she said, her fingers absently tapping on the table.

“Lost in translation again?” he joked, a playful glint in his eyes.

Leah shook her head, her gaze returning to meet his. “No, just lost in general. Jet-lagged,” she admitted with a tired laugh.

“So, you passed the Bar on your first try?” Vincent asked, leaning back in his chair, his curiosity evident.

Leah nodded, a proud glint in her eyes. “I did, yeah,” she replied, a hint of satisfaction in her voice. “How does that work here? What’s the process of becoming a lawyer?”

“Law students sit for the Bar exam at the end of a Master's degree,” Vincent explained, gesturing with his hands to emphasize his point.

Leah nodded thoughtfully, absorbing the information. “So we’re not that different,” she mused, a small smile playing on her lips.

Vincent chuckled softly. “As far as having things in common, you and I have both passed the Bar exam, yes,” he agreed.

Leah shifted in her seat, fidgeting with a napkin. “I’m not good at this,” she gestured between the two of them, “talking about myself.”

Vincent’s laughter filled the air between them. “That’s okay,” he reassured her with a nod.

Suddenly, the cafe grew busier, the hum of conversation surrounding them. Vincent noticed the change and turned his attention back to Leah.

“Where are you staying?” he asked, his tone gentle and curious.

Leah met his gaze, a hint of gratitude in her eyes. “Uh, Saint Germain?” she replied, blushing embarrassingly at her American way of pronouncing the name.

Vincent nodded, his expression unchanging. “Do you want me to walk you home so you can get some sleep?” he offered, his sincerity evident.

Leah's eyes widened in surprise, touched by his kindness. “You don’t mind?” she asked, a softness in her voice.

Vincent shook his head, “I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t want to,” he said, his eyes meeting hers with warmth and understanding.

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Leah glanced at the phone resting on the bed amidst a pile of discarded shirts, her brow furrowed. "It’s awkward," she began, her voice tinged with uncertainty, "I mean, it's not a language barrier issue because he speaks English well. But yesterday at lunch, he was trying to make conversation, and I was completely lost in my own thoughts. The whole interaction felt off, and now I have to endure hours in a car with him to go meet the defendant and her son in the middle of nowhere."

A voice emanated from the phone, cutting through Leah's musings. "Maybe it's just your awkward charm," it teased, provoking a scoff from Leah. "I'm not awkward, Kate. I'm just observant. There's a lot to be learned by listening, you know?"

As Leah slipped into a long-sleeved top and checked her reflection in the mirror behind the bedroom door, she heard Kate's next question. "Is he good looking?" Leah chuckled softly, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "Yes, he is."

Kate's curiosity didn't stop there. "Do you think she's guilty?" Leah pondered the question, her gaze drifting to the phone in her hand as she mulled over the case details. "I'm not certain," she replied thoughtfully, "but given my track record with men, it's hard to distinguish between genuine intentions and hidden motives."

The abrupt sound of the doorbell pierced through the apartment, causing Leah to startle. "And now he's here to pick me up," she muttered, a mix of anticipation and apprehension swirling in her gut. "I'll fill you in on everything tomorrow," she promised before ending the call.

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The journey from the vibrant heart of Paris to the serene, imposing presence of the French Alps served as a physical and metaphorical transition for Vincent and Leah. As they navigated the winding mountain roads, Leah's gaze was drawn to the changing landscape, her mind a whirlwind of anticipation and uncertainty about the case and her role in it.

Vincent, for his part, found his attention intermittently captured by Leah when he allowed himself to take the seat of the neutral observer—her dark brown hair reflecting the sunlight, her compact, curvy figure a stark contrast to the sprawling, rugged beauty outside the car window. It was an awareness he couldn't quite shake, an acknowledgment of her beauty and the energy she brought into his carefully structured world. Leah, for her part, glanced at Vincent as her eyes roamed across the changing scenery around them, letting them dart across his side profile, the slope of his nose, the lines etched around his distinctive eyes.

The time they had spent together had been consumed by meticulous details regarding the case and its sordid details, not allowing any time for pleasantries outside of what Leah’s resume held, and what little information she was able to gather about Vincent from a rigorous google search. Besides the conversation the day prior in the cafe, they were still relatively strangers to one another.

Arriving at Sandra's secluded home, they were greeted by a scene of tranquil isolation, the peace of the valley juxtaposed with the storm brewing within its inhabitants. Sandra, with her guarded demeanor and measured greetings, presented a figure of resilience, her German accent marking her words with precision as she navigated the conversation in her adopted language.

Leah's interaction with Daniel, Sandra's son, and the family dog, Snoop, was most shocking to Vincent. Leah's gentle, unassuming approach won Daniel over, her laughter and warmth cutting through the reserve that had initially greeted them. Vincent observed these interactions with a growing appreciation for Leah's natural empathy and the ease with which she connected with Sandra and Daniel, despite the shadows that hung over the household.

The discussion of the case took on a new dimension as Leah's presence seemed to soften the edges of the tense atmosphere. Her insights into the case brought fresh perspectives that even Vincent had to acknowledge were invaluable. Yet, it wasn't just her professional contributions that caught his attention; it was the way the alpine light danced in her hazel eyes, the genuine concern etched on her porcelain skin, and the graceful way she moved through space.

As the day wore on, Vincent found himself increasingly aware of Leah—not just as a colleague but as a woman who intrigued him.

The visit to Sandra's home, intended to deepen their understanding of the case, ended up opening up a dialogue into one another’s thought processes. The sum of which came to fruition as the moonlight illuminated sharply against the car’s hood.

Vincent's voice cut through the silence inside the car, breaking the rhythm of the road beneath them. "Who are you exactly?" he inquired, stealing a quick glance in her direction before refocusing on the winding path ahead. A puzzled expression settled upon her face as she met his gaze, her features momentarily frozen in confusion.

A soft, genuine laugh bubbled from her lips. "What?" she responded, the musical lilt of her voice betraying her confusion at his question.

"They were hanging on your every word back there," Vincent remarked, a hint of amusement in his tone. "Sandra's a tough nut to crack, but you seemed to have opened her up a little."

"I could barely get a word out of you yesterday," Vincent added with a chuckle, his eyes back on the road.

"Sandra," Leah began, her voice taking on a more serious tone as she turned to face him, "How do you know her?"

Vincent's reply was brief, a pause punctuating his words. "Old friends. Ancient history."

A thoughtful expression crossed Leah’s face as she considered his response. "You know what they say about history?" she mused, her gaze steady as Vincent fell silent.

Vincent's brows furrowed slightly. "What do you know about ancient history?" he countered, a smirk playing on his lips.

"That it has a way of repeating itself," Leah responded cryptically, her words hanging in the air like a lingering mystery.

Vincent's laughter filled the car, mingling with the hum of the engine. "For someone who's usually so quiet, you seem to have a lot of insight into things you claim not to know," he observed, his eyes glinting with a newfound curiosity.

As doubt crept into Leah’s mind, she pondered the implications of her words and the connection between ancient history and the present moment. Little did she know that the echoes of the past were about to resurface in ways she could never have foreseen.

#vincent renzi fanfiction #vincent renzi x original female character #anatomy of a fall vincent #vincent renzi #vincent renzi fic #hot lawyer save me #the verdict #swann arlaud

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naartjie-hijabi · 4 months

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The scariest part...

I think the scariest part of what's currently happening is the possiblity of a world war. In 2022, people joked about the possibility of Russia starting the third world war, two years later, I can't stop thinking about it actually happening.

Israel has been complicit in many global conflicts since its creation in 1948, now that they have been called out and are being held accountable for their actions for the first time in little more than 75 years, what exactly will be the outcome?

Both the UK and the US, two countries who actively support and fund Israel, have bombed Yemen, a country that has been kicked down so many times that it is only a matter of time before they start baring their teeth. The tension between China and Taiwan is increasing and the Russo-Ukrainian War has still not reached its conclusion. This year is the year of global elections and, honestly speaking, it feels like 2024 is a disaster in the making.

Of course I remain positive, this is just the musings of an 18 year old girl who has finally awoken to the state of current affairs. I am not educated in global politics, international relations, or anything related to law. I remain steadfast in my belief that Palestine will be free, that humanity will start caring, that individualism will decrease, but even still I refuse to be blindly optimistic.

It is because of my ill-knowledge of global politics that I have these terrible feelings. What is the actual state of the Middle East, how are things in Yemen, what kind of lives are Syrians leading, whose side is Saudi Arabia and the UAE truly on? It seems that in everywhere, Africa, Europe, Asia, the Americas, peace seems to be hanging on a thin thread ready to snap at the tiniest disruption.

Yesterday, I felt pride and today I felt anger, tomorrow I wonder what will I feel. There is certainty in my heart that things will get better, that world is in its healing stage right now, that's why everything is chaotic, but the logical part of me says that perhaps the worst is yet to come.

All in all, I believe that Palestine will be free and the liberation of Palestinians is a fight that I will continue until the Apartheid Israel is dismantled once and for all. It is not simply free Palestine, it is free Yemen, free Congo, free Sudan, free every singled oppressed individual. This is what was taught to me yesterday and what was reminded to me today. Tomorrow holds as much potential as it does uncertainty, and I guess that if there's a fight worth fighting for, we should focus on that instead and not on the possibility of terrible outcomes.

#palestine #yemen #south africa #the middle east #israel #musings #free palestine #congo #sudan

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makeitmingi · 8 months

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Cause Baby You're My Muse [Chapter 27]

Genre: Romance, Idol!AU, Music, Slight angst

Pairing: Mingi x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Producer!Reader, IdolLyricist!Mingi, IdolProducer!Hongjoong, Idol!Seonghwa, Idol!Yunho, Idol!Wooyoung, Idol!San, Idol!Yeosang, Idol!Jongho, cameo(s) by other celebrities

Summary: You always preferred producing underground, having an unknown face and governed by your own rules. But when you start freelancing for idol groups, you say goodbye to your lone wolf lifestyle as you learn to work with idol producers and lyricists.

Word count: 3.2K

Warning(s): Reader skips meals because she's stressed

You entered the recording studio, turning on the lights and air conditioning. There was no one else around. You were excited, unable to sleep so you decided to come in early to set up. Mingi wasn't able to spend the night with you but he did message you his concerns about you not sleeping.

"Indigo? You're here early." Maddox poked his head in, his eyes wide as you set up your computer.

"So are you."

"That's assuming I just came to the studio." He yawned. That's when it clicked, Maddox hadn't gone home yet. The two of you burst out laughing in realisation.

"Are you that excited to record?" Maddox raised a judgemental eyebrow at you.

"So what if I am?" You scoffed, crossing your arms. He snickered, holding his hands up defensively, he didn't mean any offense.

"Ah, just go home already! Sleep! If Eden catches you, he's going to nag at you again." You waved him off.

"Yes, ma'am. Have fun with the sesh later." He saluted lazily and closed the door to take his leave. You guessed being night owls was just a habit of producers.

'Morning, baby. I hope you were able to get a but of sleep since we'll be working the whole day. I just woke up. It's quite early... Hongjoong hyung asked if you would like our manager to swing by and pick you on the way to the studio. - Mings'

'Uhhh, well... About that... *Photo attachment* - Indigo'

RINGGGGG

"Mingi said you're at the studio already?! Do you have any idea how early it is, Indi?"

"Yeah, I guess I was a little excited and couldn't sleep so I decided to come in early." You sighed, rubbing the back of your neck, even if Hongjoong couldn't see you.

"Wow... Seriously... We should put a time lock at the KQ entrance, 'No Indigo is permitted to enter from 11pm to 9am."

"Sure, I'll agree to those rules when they do the same for you. Have a 'no Hongjoong from this time to this time'." You retorted. Hongjoong kept quiet, knowing you were right that he works late just like you. All the producers at some point would stay late or even work through the night. It was part of the job.

"She got you there, hyung."

"What are you even doing here?! Eavesdropping on my phone call? Get out!"

"You're so mean to the younger ones, Joong. Anyway, now that you guys know I'm here, you can hurry up and get your butts here to start the recording session." You said.

"Yeah, right. Yunho's still in bed. At this point, I just hope we're not late- Wooyoung! Get out of the bathroom and let Jongho wash up!"

"Seems like you got your hands full. I'll see you later, Joong." You chuckled, pulling the phone away from your ear when he was yelling at the members.

"Yes, get something to eat in the mean ti- San ah! Please go comb your hair!"

You hung up with a laugh as Hongjoong was yelling another member. Even in the morning, it was so chaotic at the dorm. You put your headphones on as you leaned back in the chair, listening to some music while you drank your coffee.

"Indigo, you're here already? And I thought I was early." Eden said, standing there in surprise. You removed your headphones and stood up, bowing your head.

"I think I was a little too excited about today." You chuckled in embarrassment.

"It's okay. Being excited is good, especially since this is the first time you're doing this." He laughed, sitting down beside you.

"I'll just be here to guide and give advice if you need it. You're the boss today. Also, I'll need to leave before lunch to work with Xikers' producers for their concert." Eden informed.

"Sure thing. Looking forward to working together today." You giggled and sat down.

After setting up and making sure the equipment was all working, the Ateez members came in. They all bowed, greeting you and Eden, some even coming up to hug the two of you. You giggled as Wooyoung clung to you tiredly while you rubbed his back comfortingly until Yunho pulled him back.

"Okay, I'm just here to help and guide Indigo since it's her first time recording with all of you. But she's the boss today, so be good and listen to her instructions." Eden said.

"Yes, hyung!" The 8 replied. Eden sat down, gesturing you to start with an encouraging smile.

"Thanks for coming in today. We'll do solo parts then group parts. Let's work hard today and have a successful session." You did a full bow them.

"Cute." Seonghwa chuckled with a smile.

"So before we start, let's listen to the track first." You said. Some pulled out their phones and some had paper to refer to their lyrics.

"Wait, here. We know you probably didn't eat anything." San said, placing a small ziploc on the table. There was a sandwich inside with some ham, egg and vegetables.

"Thank you." You softened. This just showed how much the boys knew you and your unhealthy habits. Eden looked at you with raised eyebrows, making you shrink back. Eden was also always making sure the producers were not skipping their meals and sleep.

"M-Maddox stayed the night to produce!" You blurted out. You mentally apologised to Maddox for exposing him but you needed to take the heat off you.

"I'll be speaking to you and Maddox soon." Eden clicked his tongue with a shake of his head.

"Let's get back to this. We have much to do!" You turned back to the monitor. You played the track with the guiding vocals.

Everyone had a serious, focused look on their face as they listening and vibed to the track in their own way. You opened your iPad to refer to the annotation notes that you had.

"Okay, so who is going first?" You turned to the Ateez boys.

"Even if I don't volunteer to go first, the kids will ask me to go first anyway." Hongjoong sighed.

"That's our captain! Good job. Anyway once you're done, you'll be sitting here with me and Eden." You patted his back, making him shoot you a glare. The others snickered but nodded in agreement. Hongjoong sighed and walked into the recording booth. He put the headphones on, opening his notebook.

"Testing. Joong, can you hear me?" You spoke into the microphone. He gave a thumbs up, adjusting the volume on the panel in front of him and the height of the microphone.

"Let's start with the introduction." You said. Hongjoong nodded and you began playing the section of the track for him.

"Sorry, I'll do it again." Hongjoong stopped rapping and spoke into the microphone, having stumbled over his words slightly. He had two lines in the introduction.

"Captain ah~ What are you doing?" Wooyoung spoke into your mic, snickering.

"Yah! Jung Wooyoung! Don't make me smack you!" The leader threatened. You all watched him do some mouth exercises.

"Ready." He said.

"Let's go." You replied and played the same section for him. When he was done, you paused the track and played it back for everyone to listen. You increased the volume to listen to it more intently.

"Eden?" Before offering your comments, you turned to the senior. Hongjoong waited patiently for the comments.

"Instead of 'yeah!' being a one note shout, can we try doing 'yeahhh'? So drag it out a little more and up." Eden suggested. You and Hongjoong nodded, him using his pen to make note of it on his lyric sheet, before trying it out.

"It's better." You said after listening to the second round of playback. Everyone else nodded in agreement.

"Okay, moving to the rap section." You instructed. You played Hongjoong's section of the rap portion and he began rapping out the lyrics that he wrote.

"Woo! Woo! Go captain!" The others jumped up and began dancing around, hyping Hongjoong up.

"Kids, you're going to distract him." Seonghwa settled them down.

"Playback." You announced and everyone obediently quietened down, sitting back in their seats so you and Hongjoong could monitor the rap he just recorded.

"Eden?" You turned to him again.

"Indigo ah. This is your recording. Go with your instinct and perspective, share your opinion freely. Don't rely on me." Eden advised. You nodded, knowing that Eden didn't mean that in a rude way. He wanted you to learn how to do this on your own and to be independent with it.

"Okay... You're rushing through the second bar. Let's go again." You said. Hongjoong nodded and got ready to go again. You felt awkward giving such critiques.

"Indigo ah. Don't worry about hurting our feelings and all that, okay? Just speak your mind." Yeosang comforted.

"Yes, we're tougher than you think. So don't feel bad." Mingi added.

You continued the recording with Hongjoong. He didn't need to record too many times, the two of you mainly shared the same view points so it was quick to earn a satisfactory recording from him.

"Next victim." Hongjoong said before putting the headphones back onto the holder to exit the recording booth.

"Rock, paper, scissors?" The vocalists gathered to play.

"Argh!" Wooyoung crumbled as he lost. He walked into the recording booth while Hongjoong sat at the table with you and Eden. From the look on Hongjoong's face, you knew that he was out for revenge against Wooyoung.

"Don't let him bully me, Indigo!" Wooyoung said as he got the set up ready for his recording. You just laughed as Hongjoong snatched the microphone from you.

"You're going to pay, Jung Wooyoung." Hongjoong said. You smacked his arm, making him glare at you.

"Let's start with the hook." You took the microphone back.

The subsequent members went through the same process. Eden left halfway for his other meeting as you all took a break for lunch. Ateez managers' bought ox bone soup for everyone.

"Thank you." You received your box of food, which had the soup, rice and some side dishes.

"Eat well. You need as much energy as you can get." The manager smiled.

"I will." You bowed and put your food down at the table where the other members were sat. You went to your studio to get your phone charger and seat cushion.

"Hi there." Someone hugged you. You turned around to smile up at Mingi. He swept the hair away from your face while you tip toed to kiss his cheek, wrapping your arms around his waist to hug him. You practically melted into his touch, cheek pressing against his chest. Mingi repeatedly kissed your head.

"My hard working baby."

"Only half the day is gone, we still got more people to get through, including you. Is it normal to already feel tired?" You chuckled.

"Don't feel like you need to rush or push yourself. We can always come back another day to continue, it has happened multiple times before." Mingi assured.

"It's been going well though. Everyone's a hard worker. I don't want to break the flow." You said.

"Still... I don't want you falling ill." Mingi was uncertain.

"We should head back before they suspect that we're gone for too long." You told him. As much as you didn't want to leave Mingi's embrace, you had to. You didn't want to expose things today.

"Yeah, I told them I was going to the washroom. I'll help you carry that." Mingi held your seat cushion for you.

"Thanks, Mings." You walked beside him back to where the others were.

"Come and eat before the soup gets cold." Jongho waved the two of you over. You sat down between Seonghwa and Hongjoong while Mingi took his usual seat beside Yunho. You all had shared some light conversations while you ate.

"Tha'ts it. I'm full, I can't eat anymore." You pushed your food in. Seonghwa looked through your leftovers, frowning slightly at how much food you had left.

"You should eat more." He said.

"I think after this is over, I'll have my appetite back. I just don't have the appetite right now." You sighed.

"It's okay." Seonghwa reached up to pat your head, not wanting to chastise you when you were obviously stressed now. Yunho handed you a jelly drink.

"Have this instead." He smiled. You smiled gratefully and started having the jelly instead. You leaned your head against Hongjoong.

"Don't stress." Hongjoong said as he chewed.

"Wah, you're seriously terrible at comforting people, hyung." San scoffed at Hongjoong, making the whole table laugh. Across the table, Mingi couldn't help the worry he was feeling for you. Yunho, having noticed Mingi's expression, cleared his throat and hit his best friend's thigh under the table.

"Those who are done, clear up and let's continue." Hongjoong commanded. Seonghwa, who helped you finish your food, brought your containers to the bin along with his own.

"Ugh." You groaned, head rolling against Hongjoong's back. He laughed at how you were acting, like a little sister trying to annoy her big brother.

"What's wrong?"

"How do you think it's been going so far? Am I too critical or acting like a perfectionist?" You asked.

"Not at all, Indi. You're doing very well despite it being your first time. Being critical is what we want and need in this process. It helps us make the best track possible." Hongjoong said.

"You have to tell me if I'm overdoing it, okay? Just stop me and tell me honestly." You raised your head to look at him.

"We won't take things to heart, we know it's all work. We separate our work and personal feelings."

"I know..." You sighed.

"I'll be next to you the entire time. Ready to go back?" Hongjoong asked. You nodded and waited for him to clear up his used tableware before going back to the studio with him. The others were ready to continue as well.

"After the solo parts, we'll do the group vocals and group backgrounds. Adlibs and the individual background vocals will be done another day." You informed.

"Good plan." Mingi smiled. The others agreed. Seonghwa was next to go into the booth.

"What do you want to start with?" You asked.

"Let's just go in order. So verse 1." He replied, doing some vocal warm up exercises. You waited for him to give the thumbs up before playing his section.

"Sorry to interrupt, Hwa. But I think you need to take the note higher." You stopped him.

"Sure, sorry about that. One more time." He said through the mic. After that, you all listened to the playback recording.

"Do the last part again. Focus on the enunciation of the words. It sounds like you're fading out." Hongjoong spoke into the mic before you could. He probably could sense that you were holding back or trying to make your comments nicer since it was Seonghwa in the booth. You punched his arm.

"Don't be mean." You scolded with a pout.

"I'm not being mean. You're just being overly nice because it's Seonghwa." Hongjoong clicked his tongue. You didn't deny nor agree, turning back to your computer.

"It's okay, Indigo. I'll run it again. And don't hold back on your comments, alright?" Seonghwa spoke to you.

"Fine..." You replied. You scrolled the track back to the same section. While Seonghwa sang, you increased the volume to hear him better.

"That's better. We'll move to the bridge next." You said.

When Seonghwa was done with his parts, it was San's turn. Having done more guide recordings with San before, you were a little bit more familiar with him compared to the others.

"Ready when you are, San. Take it slow and don't rush into it." You remined through the mic, knowing that he had a habit of rushinginto his sections of the song because he was nervous. It wasn't a bad thing, everyone has their own quirks when it came to recording.

"Yes, ma'am!" San saluted.

"Cute." You chuckled and played his section. You listened to him sing into the microphone.

"I know it's whisper-y but don't stumble over the words. Let's do it again." You critiqued. San nodded and recorded again, applying your corrections immediately.

"That was so much better. Get a drink, we're moving to the hook now." You informed. You layered Wooyoung's voice over to cue San into his part. He caught the timing well and began singing.

"Sorry, I'll do it again." San stopped himself when he made a mistake. You hummed and replayed it for him.

Honestly there was nothing for you to worry about. The boys were just as critical about themselves as you were. They caught their own mistakes quickly and would request to redo it if they were not satisfied with what they recorded. It really showed how serious and passionate they were.

"Alright, Mings, you're next." You said as Yeosang returned from the recording booth. It was decided that Mingi would go next and end off with Jongho.

"Can you hear me, Mings?" You spoke into the microphone.

"Yes. Woo! Let's go!" Mingi yelled into the microphone to hype himself up and get the vibe going. You couldn't help but smile.

"He's always so energetic in the booth." Yunho chuckled. You played Mingi's rap section, listening to him rap while he referred to the lyrics he wrote on his phone.

"I'll do it again~" He said, not even wanting to listen to the playback from the first run.

"Playback." You paused the music and played the recording.

"There seems to be some timing issues between the two sub sections. Let's go again, make sure to pace yourself with the music and different timings." You told him.

"Sure, I'll take note of it." Mingi said. You were trying to be objective and cool as you watched Mingi rap, not wanting to fangirl over the fact that he was your lover. He was so charismatic and his deep voice was so nice to listen too.

"Alright, Jongho. You're up." You finished Mingi's part, arranging his raw vocals over the instrumental.

"Save the best for the last." Wooyoung an affectionate smack to Jongho's bum, making the maknae turn to glare at him. The older yelped and ducked behind Seonghwa.

"Let's breeze through this, Jongho ah." Hongjoong said.

"Don't do that and put unnecessary pressure on him." You scolded, making sure the mic was off so Jongho couldn't hear.

After song camp, you felt a lot more for Jongho. You wanted him to feel comfortable in the recording booth, not make him feel like he always has to be perfect.

"That was a really good take. Let's move on to the chorus." You were a lot more encouraging with him but you weren't babying him, knowing that he doesn't like that. But this session just proved how amazing Jongho was, his vocal ability was unmatched. You were truly amazed by him.

"Indigo has that look on her face, like you've been enlightened by Jongho's vocals." San teased.

"He's truly amazing, isn't he?" Hongjoong smiled proudly, leaning back in his seat. He reminded you of a proud dad whose son just got praised.

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songbirdtales · 7 months

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Devil Spawn (AstarionxTav)

As soon as the party returned to camp, Tav slipped away to the riverbank. They fell heavy onto a smoothed flat rock, curling over to rest their head in their hands as their willow whisp eyes stared blankly into the dark. A storm cloud rolled in the mind with memories and thoughts. The storm roared so loud it blocked their senses until a familiar voice tore them back to reality.

“Tav?” A trace of worry came through in the furrow of Astarion’s brow. He’d come over with his typical chaotic glee but when they’d ignored him completely, well that was more than unusual. “Everything alright?”

“Yeah.” Their voice was muffled by their hands, rubbing their eyes and keeping their gaze down to avoid his own.

“No fever? Er… What were the other tadpole symptoms?”

“No. Sorry I… am just thinking about today. The tea house, the hag…”

“The pregnant widow and her undead husband?” He asked with a snicker as he came closer, leaning against the rock beside where they sat. The long river rock made something of a shelf that seemed strong enough to support both of their weight, but Astarion wasn’t trying to be clingy.

There was no laugh in return, no smile, just a solemn “Aye… Hit a little too close to home.” With a deep breath Tav sat back, turning their head up to open their airway as the storm cloud in their mind attempted to suffocate them.

“Which part?” He joked, trying fruitlessly to lighten the mood. Astarion held his tongue as Tav’s gaze slowly came back to the river. He studied their blank expression but he couldn’t read them. Tav had shut down to keep the storm contained. It scared him to not be able to read them. That instinctual connection they’d shared the other night was absent, and not because of him. It felt like he’d lost some form of control, and he hated that.

Tav said nothing, so Astarian continued. “So, a tiefling witch who befriends orphans. Is that where you got your soft spot?” He mused to himself, trying to imagine her, Tav’s mother. At first he imagined an ugly old hag, but Tav was far from ugly. He quickly rearranged his mental image to be more of an older, mature, more feminine version of Tav. Just as he’d painted her in his mind the image would be shattered.

“My mother wasn’t a tiefling.” The storm waned and their voice softened. Focusing on the thought of her was grounding in an odd way, even if the pain of those memories simmered at the surface in the quiver of their eyes. “She couldn’t have children of her own, so she made a pact for the magic to do so.” Tav’s eyes glanced to Astarion, and for just a moment they caught his expression. That shocked stare, he almost looked horrified. He understood exactly what they were suggesting, what their mother had done to create...

His sanguine gaze flicked away for Tav in embarrassment. He’d been caught staring. He stumbled over his words, desperate to save face as the severity of their situation settled in. “So you- your father is- a…”

“Well,” They winced at the thought. “I don’t exactly know the technicals of… all that. What I know is that there is a devil who calls me blood and would very much like me in hell with him. I’d be willing to make a deal with him before Mizora, but even then he’s still a devil,” They tsked softly at the thought.. “And just like with hags and witches, ‘deals’ are never in your favor, even when they’re ‘family’.” Their smile didn’t return, but he could feel Tav ease as Astarion’s presence drew them back out.

“I see… that explains why you were so angry with that insufferable druid. I thought you were going to tear her throat out, it was kind of hot. I almost forgot how annoyed I was that we were still in that awful place.” He admitted. “All her devil talk, I could barely keep my eyes from rolling…” his thought trailed off and Tav naturally picked it up.

“I wouldn’t call myself particularly selfless but I can’t help but see myself in others, to see my pain in theirs, and there is this,” They brought a hand to rest over their heart as Tav searched for the words. “Anger that fires up. It screams, swearing to me that if I can do something now, it’ll change the past. And I know that’s not true, but sometimes it’s so loud I can’t hear anything else. So when I hear someone like that bitter bitch call a child a parasite,” their gaze hardened as they started off at nothing, tongue biting off each syllable as their sight stayed fixed on the storm still rolling in their mind. “I just want to drag my nails down her fucking face.”

A broad smile pulled across his lips as he leaned closer, tilting his head as white fangs caught the moonlight. “Let’s kill her.” Tav blinked a few times, taking a moment to process his words before turning towards him. His face was so much closer, their cool toned skin turning a dusty, warm violet at their cheeks as they flushed. “When we get back with this Halsin fellow, or what’s left of him, we can wait till she’s asleep and,” he ran a finger across his neck.

“Is this supposed to be your idea of a date?” Tav deflected as they leaned back ever so slightly.

“Isn’t it romantic?” He teased, leaning in further.

“Not sure romantic is the word I’d use-“ The softest hint of a smile cracked across their lips.

“There they are!” He cut in, the sharpness of his smile waned and he’d lean back once more. “I knew you were in there somewhere.”

Tav’s smile came back more true, still soft but he could see inside just a little to the storm. He could catch glimpses of familiar expressions and inflections, but whatever was on their mind was truly troubling them.

“You mentioned the hag, what has her on your mind?” Astarion asked as if he found the idea of giving the hag a second thought utterly bazaar.

“It’s not really about the hag, just like it wasn’t really about the druid.” They explained, shaking their head as their mind turned back to the storm. “It’s about that baby. Who knows what that hag would have really done with it, but I can’t help but wonder if whatever she had planned would have been better than being born to a madwoman and a ghoul.” Their gaze hardened on the ground again as their expression grew intense. Instead of the blank stare, their brow furrowed deeply as their lips creased into a frown.

“Why should you care?” He seemed genuinely confused. “As far as we’re concerned that woman got exactly what she wanted.”

“But she didn’t.” Tav’s lips scrunched and pushed from side to side. “I know all too well that magic can’t fix everything and when people who believe it can are confronted with that reality-“ their lip twitched as their breath hitched. Tav caught their eyes welling with tears and pushed it back down, shoving it all back in. “It’s never pretty.”

Astarion studied Tav’s posture, the exasperation absent from his tone now and replaced with care. “Frankly it’s none of our business. It’s not like we will ever cross their paths again.” He said in an attempt to comfort them.

“Perhaps, but that doesn’t mean they stop existing.” Tav’s continued to watch the river water roll past them as Astarion stared at Tav, speechless.

Tav’s words swam in Astarion’s head but he was bad at this. There was something he wasn’t understanding, something fundamental to Tav. It wasn’t the first time he’d been confronted with this, it wasn’t specific to Tav even, this lack of understanding empathy. For a moment he wondered if there was something broken in him. If there was, it was surely Cazidor’s doing. He didn’t know what to say, what to do, how to ‘win’, if there was really such a thing in this sort of situation. Maybe it wasn’t possible, but his silence made him feel so inadequate.

Tav sighed heavily and let their eyes drift back down the riverbed. “I need to get out of my own head.”

Sometimes all you had to do was wait. Astarion hadn’t planned this, but it wouldn’t damage his goal. If anything, it might just help him. “Well if it’s getting out of your head, I can help with that.” There was a sweetness to his whisper that seemed to draw them in. Astarion stood and offered Tav a hand. “If you trust me.”

Tav’s gaze snapped to Astarion, the storm still raging in their mind, making it hard to think What did he mean about help? It was his last words that pulled them from their frozen state. “I do.” Their voice was soft in turn, warm and deep yet comforting like a heavy blanket. Tav took Astarion’s hand and he’d step back, leading them to their feet and down river, away from camp.

As the night settled once more at the riverside, Gale stood with his back to a tree, hiding behind it and out of sight from the other two. How long had he been listening? How much had he heard? What was he going to do with that information? He stroked his beard in thought as he contemplated everything he’d just learned, his eyes locked on the direction Astarion had led Tav. Gale hummed in contemplation.

Astarion didn’t hold Tav’s hand for long, walking a few steps ahead of them even once they’d each let go. He led them up river to the edge of the camp and into the woods. They walked for what felt like much longer than it really was. “It’s not much further.” He assured them.

The dark didn’t bother Tav, their eyes were made for darkness. Yet as the vampire led them further into the woods a fear crept up their spine. Doubt seeped into their mind as a dissonant voice whispered, ‘How naive are you? He’s hungry and you’ve followed him into the dark, alone. What do you think is going to happen next? You’re not dumb, Tav. Stop making dumb choices.’

Astarion slipped through the trees like a phantom, gliding, each stride adding distance between them as his pace picked up and Tav’s slowed. He reached out as he approached a curtain of willow branches and vanished through them.

Tav paused, the voice in their head louder now as they stood at the threshold. ‘It’s not too late to turn back. Gale’s probably looking for you. You could run back to him, he’d gladly have you.’ Tav’s expression soured at the intrusive thoughts. Where were they coming from? They knew what Astarion was, and they didn’t fear him for it. Even if he was to act by his nature, they were confident in their ability to survive, and even then he’d proven twice now he could restrain himself. So why-

The curtain of willow opened once more as Astarion poked his head back through. “Are you coming?” A splash of annoyance tinged his tone. He did not like waiting, especially when he wanted something.

Tav blinked a few times before pressing their eyes closed and shaking their head. They pushed the thoughts away and stepped through the branches to see a small clearing. They could see a tree stump long cut and a thinning in the grass in the furthest point from the nearest trees. An old camp site long left to be reclaimed by the forest.

The foliage around the clearing blocked most views inside. The clearing was big enough to let the moonlight past the canopy but not to the forest floor. Fireflies lit the forest floor, as the ambient glow of the defused moonlight kept this part of the woods peaceful and bright. Their eyes flit from the clearing to him and back before Tav took a few steps forward, turning to look around before looking back to Astarion.

They found his own brow quirked, a grin plastered across his lips as he studied them. “I’ve noticed you’re reluctant to play your originals by the fire, I thought you might like somewhere secluded to practice.” Tav recognized his smile now. He struggled to stay composed as blood drunk glee bubbling at the surface as he waited to be rewarded. They’d thought he was getting excited to feed but now they could see what he really wanted; praise.

Tav took a moment to gather themself before a soft smile joined their surprised eyes. “Thank you.”

Astarion scoffed. “Are you really so surprised? We’re friends, after all.” It wasn’t nearly the reaction he’d expected, but at least it was a positive one. He could use it, even if the absence of his expectations left him irritated. Their surprise waned, leaving just a smile behind. Still, there was something about how eager he was, there was surely something more in it for him. “I’m not used to having honest friends.”

“Well,” He glanced away, the confidence in his voice wavering as he was verbally cornered. “I had more ideas aside from band practice.” Of course, there was always something more. “I thought the privacy could be good for many things. For more delicate conversations, an escape route for when Wyll’s patroness decides to slaughter us in the night, keep away the peeping Gales from our more intimate moments.” He said with a flash of his fangs.

The last suggestion caught Tav off guard. “You think Gale’s been watching us?” The thought was uncomfortable and Astarion could see as much, but in what way still eluded him. What better time to push his luck. He’d done a fair job of keeping Tav’s interest, they might just tell him how much of a risk Gale really was to his plan.

“I don’t just think so.” He stalked towards them, each step agonizingly slow as he closed the gap between them. “He’s worried I’ll corrupt you.” Astarion’s amusement was on the surface yet there was a dissonance between his tone and how he moved. His gaze had sharpened, head fixed on them, like a beast on the hunt.

Tav’s body suddenly felt so incredibly heavy, their feet and arms unable to move as he came closer. They could feel their heart racing, the sound filling their ears as they realized they were holding their breath. Tav forced themself to breath, the sharp ex and inhales making a scoff. It was just enough to pull themself from their frozen state and cross their arms. Tilting their head, Tav’s eyes stayed on Astarion. “That’s rich… but, I don’t blame him for worrying. I’d be worried too if I knew a friend was willingly feeding a vampire.”

“If you distrust me so, why follow me out into the middle of the woods?” A soft red glow came from his eyes as he got within arms reach. The dark began to obscure his face as he became backlit by what little moonlight made it down to the forest floor.

“I do trust you.” They said without hesitation. “Even if my instincts tell me not to.”

“You shouldn’t ignore those. Wouldn’t want to end up dead, would you?” He loomed over them, the shadows darkening his face as Tav’s eyes burned like willow wisps.

“That’s why I keep trusting you.” Tav’s voice was flat as the nocturnal pare stared off. “We make a good team. Makes me want to trust you.” The sound of the woods took over the gaps in Tav’s words as they paused. Even with their dark vision Tav could only make out the faintest details of his expression. His eyes stared wide, his grin gone as he was unsure how to respond so Tav continued. “Whether that’s foolish of me is up to you. Just know if you break my trust, you’ll be Kelemvor’s problem.”

He cocked his head, still processing Tav’s words. He’d underestimated them again. Truly, Tav would make a terrible enemy, all the more reason he needed them wrapped around his finger. Still, it wasn’t too late to save face. The shadow on his face lifted as he took a step back and Tav could see a composed smile on his lips, the one he wore like a mask when he was hiding something. “You’ll learn I don’t disappoint, darling.” A flash of fangs and another step back and he was once again at the willow branches. “I’ll leave to… whatever it is artists do.” He waved goodbye with a flick of his wrist as he turned.

“Astarion,” Their voice gave him pause. Those red eyes turned back over his shoulder curiously. He was met with a shy smile. “Truly, thank you for...” Their voice trailed off as they gestured to the clearing. “Sharing this with me.” Tav’s long nails pushed back stray strands of gold, tucking them behind a pointed ear. There was something so honest in their expression now that they were fully out of their head,that connection he’d been so angry to lose was back. This wasn’t exactly the praise he’d wanted so badly, yet a strange feeling filled him. What was it? If he knew at one point, the feeling was unfamiliar to him now.

Astarion turned away to hide his face. “What are friends for?” He called back as he vanished through the curtain of willow. He took only a few steps before pausing, waiting in the dark, the panic in him starting to settle in. A hand came to rest on his sternum as Astarion tried to decipher this feeling that had just threatened to consume him. There was a pain, a tightness in his chest as if a hand was gripping his heart. It was frightening, and exhilarating. It took only that short moment for the soft plucking of strings to meet his ears. Only then did the fear wash away to leave the most incredible feeling. He felt invincible. Only then was he satisfied.

#baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 fanfiction #fanfiction #astarion #astarion bg3 #astarion x tav #bg3 tav #enby #fantasy #gale bg3 #jealous Gale #hurt/comfort #flirting #sfw #gale of waterdeep #third wheel gale #astarion romance #He's honestly so bad at flirting #Astarion is so babygirl

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thekristen999 · 4 months

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✨2023 writing round-up✨

I enjoyed seeing @exhuastedpigeon 's write-up and thought I'd post mine :)

I wrote 97k words in 2023. Which is more than I thought! I struggled with finding time to be creative this year. My RL has been such a chaotic ball of stress. But things are getting better, and I think my Muse will be more exited to come out and play this year!

February

bro·ken 32k

This was my favorite story I wrote this year. It’s dark, gritty, and a deep exploration of what would have happened if Eddie and Buck hadn’t meet until the S3 timeline. With both guys at rock-bottom and how they find each other to heal.

bro·ken

adjective 1. having been fractured or damaged and no longer in one piece or in working order. 2. having given up all hope; despairing.

Forced to take shady side jobs to pay his bills, Evan Buckley doesn’t think he’s ever seen such rock bottom. Until he meets Eddie Diaz, a man even more desperate and alone. Season 3 AU.

March

Not Today 2k

A coda to the lightning strike that uses those events to explore Eddie’s encounters and emotional understanding of death.

Eddie propelled himself up the ladder, shutting off those parts of brain he refused to listen to, only focusing on how fast he could climb, how hard he tried pulling on Buck’s safety line, until finally, he gave in to the only logic he was willing to consider.

What Buck needed; Eddie couldn't provide.

(Eddie and his battles with death and dying)

We’ve Got Fun & Games 7k

I wrote humor? :) It was a great fun to have the 118-taking part in a mini version of the Amazing Race and all the shenanigans that follow during a contest across the city.

"Um. You trained for this?” Ravi asked.

Eddie released a long-suffering sigh. "We trained. Every day. For a month.”

Buck could not believe his ears. Did they not grasp the glory of the great adventure before them? He cleared his throat and lowered his voice. “Running across the scorching plains of Africa, bolting down the steep steps of Shanghai, diving straight into synchronized swimming routines with Olympic athletes in Moscow. These are only a few obstacles we might encounter during…The Amazing Race."

Bobby frowned. "This is for charity.”

Buck spread out his arms to encompass the couple hundred people mingling around the park. "And it’s against all the other firehouses in the city. We do have a reputation to uphold."

April

Tick...Tick...Boom 3.6k

A very intense story on the dangers first responders face during a call gone wrong.

“Eddie,” Buck warned.

He started to say something else when the door cracked open.

A woman poked her head out, her voice shaking. “Yes?”

“Are you alright ma’am?” Eddie asked.

The question was rhetorical. Blood dripped down her chin from a busted lip, her puffy face framed by the beginnings of two black eyes.

“I’m fine. Is there, um…,” A shadow loomed. Her trembling hand gripped the door frame harder. “How can I help you, officers?”

“We’re with the L.A. Fire Department,” Eddie said, his voice calm. “We really need to come in. It’ll just take a moment.”

The woman glanced behind her, whispering, “I can’t…. I’m trying….”

The shadow retreated.

Eddie stuck his foot under the door, slowly pushing it open as he eased his way inside. “It’s okay. We’re here to help.”

May

We All Fall Down 3.5 k

I wanted more from the finale. Like the skeleton was there, but I needed more details and bit more logic.

He’d done this before. Inside the well. Trapped forty feet underground instead of in a tin can, rising water the constant threat.

Eddie stared at the radio, knowing this time there’d be someone on the other end to hear him if he needed to say something. If his time his second chances had finally run out.

He wouldn’t die alone. Not really. His team would be there. Just inches away. He could tell them, tell Buck….

(A nuanced re-working of the events of the episode to satisfy certain wants and needs)

August

Cutting The Ties That Bind 34.K M

I wrote something that wasn’t a hurt/comfort or an angst fest! It had lots of sexual tension, drama, and meaty plot. I love world-building.

Evan Buckley was a businessman, he had meetings and deadlines like everyone else. Sometimes he used intimation. While using the very same tactics he was trying to end while converting his family business into legitimate operations was a little hypocritical, it was the results that mattered.

Occasionally, he got threatened, but it was usually all hot air and ego. That all changed the day his breaks were tampered with. Enter Eddie Diaz, security specialist, who was not easily impressed by Buck’s expensive suits or financial conquests. That was okay. Buck enjoyed a challenge.

(The Mafia AU)

November

Follow You Into The Dark 14k

I had a need. I wanted to put both Eddie and Buck in the worst possible situation where they literally had to depend on the other in ways they had never before.

Buck kept a firm grip around Eddie’s arm as he was guided down hallways. They’d both experienced something like this before during the Academy: cadet’s exercises where both teammates were blindfolded and forced to depend on the other to escape burning buildings. This wasn’t unlike that experience, except of course this was real and Buck’s freaking eyes were swollen shut and Eddie was concussed and deaf.

(Or a serial arsonist terrorizes the city, plunging Buck and Eddie into a dangerous game of cat and mouse.)

#buddie #buddie fic #evan buckley #eddie diaz #911 on abc #writing round up 2023 #kristen999writes

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atrwriting · 1 year

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control — aemond targaryen x highborn!fem!reader

look at that STRUT.

whatta war criminal.

back with another installment of smut posing as fanfic ~~ ok after this chapter i will be writing actual plot i just needed to get this out of my system

as always, warnings: SMUUUT, submissive and bratty aemond, light!dom!reader, choking kink, breeding kink, dirty talk, talk of blood and cheese

minors pls go away

anyway, chapter ten:

your days after the wedding and leading up to the war, whenever it would be, fell into a… chaotic routine, you could say. you never received your own chambers, but you weren’t complaining. your own chambers only meant that you wouldn’t be able to spend your mornings with your lips around aemond’s cock, his head between your thighs, or bickering with each other. the afternoons sometimes were consumed with bickering, but usually you both were preoccupied with preparation tasks for the war close by to the other. aemond insisted on you always being in his line of sight with the war looming over his head and around the entire castle.

but your evenings…

those belonged to you and aemond.

one evening, after many long days of war preparation, you had laid against the wall of the tub with aemond’s back laying against your chest. you had locked his torso in your arms and rested your chin on his shoulder. the top of his head rested against the wall of the tub, with his one eye closed. the prince had long since stopped wearing his eyepatch when the two of you were alone.

“the long days have not been kind to your muscles, husband,” you mused, pressing a kiss to the skin of his tense shoulder.

he clicked his tongue on the back of his teeth. with a huff, he spat, “i always make time to train, and if my enemies never seem to forget it, neither will my insolent wife.”

it was your turn to huff as you turned your face towards his. “i’m saying you and your muscles must be exhausted, you git. obviously i know your muscles reflect your hard work!”

you tried to push him off of you, also frustrated from a long day, but he refused to get off. your husband sighed and turned his head to lean his forehead against yours.

“my apologies, my sweet,” he spoke gruffly. “it has been… a rather long day.”

“i find you rather mean, husband,” you exhaled with him, leaning your forehead against his.

he sighed once more. “i am afraid i will have to leave soon. i have tried to put it off for as long as possible.”

you narrowed your eyes. “you mean we are leaving soon.”

he shook his head. “you must-“

“if you try and stop me, i will only follow,” you replied. “you can lock me away, but i will find the key.”

he chuckled. “i take back my apology: you are insolent.”

“resourceful,” you bit. “and you would trust any of those men with me? or yourself?”

he huffed once more. “i can defend myself.”

“i as well, husband,” you replied. “then it is settled. i will go with you.”

aemond sighed. “almost three moon cycles we have been together. when did you last —“

“i haven’t bled since i’ve been here, husband,” you spoke before biting your lip in anxiousness. “that does not mean i am pregnant, keep in mind.”

“you would go to the camp nonetheless?” he raised an eyebrow.

“as i said, we can neither get our hopes up nor hope for anything… we can only wait until the answer is definite. besides… if i stayed, would you trust anyone with me?”

“i wouldn’t,” he answered honestly. “it appears you win this argument, wife. one of few.”

“we’ll see about that,” you laughed, stepping out of the tub and holding out your hand for your husband. he took it, but stepped out with reluctance. the heat of the water provided your husband with some comfort, you noticed. you decided to wield what cards you could with him in such a state. in a playful voice, you spoke, “i would have thought about doing something for you if you hadn’t been so mean earlier.”

he rolled his eyes. “i am much too tired to retort, my sweet.”

you laughed. “my poor husband. today has been so unkind to you. it’s unheard of that you won’t put me in my place.”

“do not get used to it,” he huffed, falling into bed without dressing.

you giggled once more, letting your eyes drift over his body. his eye has fallen closed almost as soon as he hit the bed and gotten comfortable, throwing one arm up to hold the back of his pillow. aemond was right: one look at his arms, and you knew he was a well-trained swordsman. the way his taut bicep muscle caught the shadows of the rippling flames of the fire would make any woman weak in the knees. how lucky you were to be his wife.

“husband,” you spoke softly.

“yes?” he sighed, a bit of annoyance in his tone.

“is there anything i could do to… help you relax?”

he swallowed thickly. “i am close to slumber, wife, i don’t think i will be able to fuck you into the wall tonight.”

you giggled, laying down on the bed next to him. “who said i wanted to do anything besides make only you feel good?”

aemond was selfish in my areas of his life, but the bedroom was barely one of them. when he realized the meaning behind your words, he turned his head to read the expression on your face. his eye, ever intimidating, stared you down before it rested on your lips. a flush rose to your cheeks before his spare arm has raised so his thumb could tug at your plump bottom lip. it took every ounce of self control not to swallow his thumb whole as you thought about what you wanted to do to his member.

“i suppose your lips would help me relax,” he whispered, continuing to play with them.

“you suppose, husband?” you laughed. “does that mean you would prefer something else to help you relax?”

he smiled. “ride me.”

you bit your lip and smiled. “my pleasure, my prince.”

you felt flattered as you saw his cock already hard for your wet core. you stood on your knees over his length, and guided him into your entrance. with every one of your muscles being tight as well, it was a struggle to have every inch stretch your walls to fit him. noticing your reluctance, aemond’s hands found the flesh of your hips and gave a reassuring squeeze. soon, you had settled his entire length inside you and a moan has escaped past your lips. your eyes fluttered open to look upon your husband’s face, and you were shocked at what you saw.

usually aemond was on high alert, even during sex. he had always looked at you as if you were prey and he was the predator, and you had grown to enjoy it. however, at this private, intimate moment, watching him with his head thrown back, eye shut, and mouth slightly parted in ecstasy… there was nothing like the idea of predator turning prey to make you grow wetter.

“you are so big inside me, husband,” you whimpered. “nothing feels better…”

aemond had found himself in such a state of exhaustion he could only moan at your words. you began to pick up your pace as you rocked your hips against his, grinning down at the mess you were making across his pubic bone. his hands were digging into your flesh and you smiled at the thought of bruises.

“you are so good to me, aemond,” you whined as the tip of his cock nudged itself against your g-spot. “so, so good for me…”

“fuck,” he spat with gritted teeth. “don’t stop.”

your eyes widened at the thought, but you quickly recovered. with a wicked smile, you asked, “are you going to be sweet to me, husband?”

you dragged out the roll of your hips after you finished you question, keeping your eyes locked on your husband’s face. when no retort came, you grew angry. you then halted your motions as you waited for his response.

he groaned in frustration before letting his teeth sink into his bottom lip. “is this how you relax me?!”

you giggled. “i asked you a question. maybe if you answer, i’ll continue.”

“you will continue,” he bit, shifting his hips beneath you.

“i might,” you whispered softly, holding his gaze.

there was a flush to his cheeks at your words. his pupils were dark and wild and the rosiness in his cheeks affirmed that lust was trying to take over his senses. poor prince, always having to be in control…

he seemed to contemplate your statement, swishing it around in his mouth a bit before deciding on what to say. you watched him wrestle with his own thoughts, but you did not shift your expression. he was to make the next move.

“you are just as evil as you claim i am,” he sighed, with a hint of defeat in his voice.

you giggled. you reached for one of his hands and kissed his palm. his eye watched you intently as you stared back at him, popping on of his fingers into your mouth and sucking on it. you felt his cock twitch inside you, and you knew you had the upper hand.

“not nearly,” you whispered. “if you ask for something, it won’t be kept from you. what do you want, my prince?”

the prince held your hips in place as he pushed himself to sit up right, balancing on balled fists. “empty my balls.”

you pushed him back to the bed with a shove before his eye widened slightly in surprise. leaning forward, you wrapped a hand around his throat and slid down onto his cock. you watched his face to see if he was enjoying himself or not. his eye fluttered closed, and his hands dug into the flesh of your hips, but the prince did not seem to hate your hand around his throat. you smiled. you threw your hips up and down, back and forth, and let his cock slide in and out of your sopping wet cunt. your husband’s cock, seeming to grow by the second, was twitching against your walls and threatening to spill over at any second.

“are you going to give me what i want, husband?” you asked, gazing through your lashes.

aemond was far from answering. the vein in his neck was beginning to protrude as his head was slammed back. his eye was closed, and he appeared to be in another world of pleasure as you milked his cock.

“tell me what you want,” he rasped, scrunching his eyebrows together. “fuck, you’re so tight…”

“i want your seed deep inside me, my love,” you hummed. “can you do that for me?”

a low growl began to rumble in the bottom of his throat. “fuck, fuck….”

“be good to me, husband. fuck an heir into me.”

“you’re so fucking—“ the muscles in his arms were beginning to tighten. soon, his lips parted to show his bared teeth. “i’m going to—“

“don’t cum yet,” you ordered, squeezing the sides of his throat harder to not suffocate him. “don’t.”

he growled in frustration through his teeth. “i’m going—“

you halted your motions.

aemond wrapped one hand around the wrist that was choking him and glared up at you. he no longer had the strength to grit his teeth at you or threaten you. the man laying down before you, underneath your powerful thighs, looked as flustered as a man denied an orgasm could. you smirked.

“devil woman,” he breathed.

you giggled, leaning down to kiss your husband. your tongue fell into his mouth and tangled with his. you began to grind your hips against his, letting the tip of his cock nudge against the opening to your cervix. your inner walls squeezed him perfectly before you realized you were close to your orgasm as well.

“i might just get off your lap right now and finish myself off next to you,” you whispered against his lips, slowly fucking his cock. “saying such mean things to me...”

“don’t—“ he struggled to get out. not because of the fact that you had a hand around his throat, no — it was because aemond had never been forced into a submissive position in his life. he only ever knew power, and getting everything he wanted when he wanted it — he had never been in this position before, and he didn’t seem to hate it, but the discomfort with something new could be seen on his face. “please, just…”

“i want your seed in my womb, my love, can you do that for me?” you asked sweetly, picking up your pace. “i want to be full of you.”

he moaned into your ear. “oh, fuck — please, don’t stop —“

“finish inside me, husband,” you stated. “be sweet to me.”

“fuck, fuck, fuck —“ he was struggling to speak coherently as his orgasm approached. “say that — say what you said -- before — again.”

confusion struck you, but there were only so many things that had rolled off your tongue in the past few moments. “please, my love, fill me.”

“fuck, just like that,” he grunted, throwing his head back. “tighter — my neck —“

you squeezed your hand tighter around his throat. aemond squeezed both sides of your hips and began to throw you up and down on his cock relentlessly. small whimpers left your mouth, usually his weakness, but aemond was so lost in his own head with your pretty fingers around his throat he couldn’t have cared less how good he was making you feel as a consequence of his own actions. you held your beautiful, strong husband down by his throat as he bucked his hips into yours, despite the fact that you were inches from falling apart.

but this was about him.

“you’re so good, aemond, so, so good,” you whined. “oh, god — i love your cock — i love you so much.”

“say that again, please...” he croaked, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip with his eye screwed shut. “please — i’m so close.”

“i love you, aemond,” you whined, your orgasm quickly approaching. “cum for me. please.”

“seven. fucking. hells.”

the pads of your husband’s finger tips dug so deep into your skin that you were sure they would leave bruises. he pulled you forward so his cock was still buried deep in your cunt, but your forehead was pressed against his. he clamped one hand on the back of your neck, keeping you firmly in place as several groans of pleasure left his lips. you milked his cock for everything that it was worth and moaned with each thrust. once aemond had begun to nuzzle the side of his face against yours, whispering sweet nothings into your ear, your orgasm overcame your entire body. your husband held you tightly in place as you sobbed into the crook of his neck, shaking with each wave of pleasure that rippled throughout your body.

“that’s it, my sweet. squeeze my cock. gods, my heart is yours…” he gasped, coaxing you through your orgasm.

once you were spent, you pressed a lazy kiss to his lips and fell to the space beside him on the bed. your eyes drifted closed, and soon you found aemond’s arms wrapped around you in your post-orgasm haze.

“do you still have hatred in your heart for me?” you asked with a coy smile.

“quite the opposite, actually,” he spoke, kissing your cheek. “much to my dismay.”

“dirty liar,” you laughed.

“you’re right, my love,” he admitted. “i believe i am in love with you.”

“how convenient,” you said, smiling up at him. “i seem to find myself in love with you.”

the pair of you had left for the camp early the next morning. aemond insisted you bring your pretty dresses, but you sent him a look as you packed most of the leathers you had commissioned as of late.

you also packed one for a growing stomach, in the off chance an unexpected surprise occurred. you couldn’t ride or fight in a dress, no — but you also couldn’t run. you needed to be prepared if something happened.

aemond tried to hide his smile when he saw you opt for more leathers than silks. you tried to hide that you noticed he was terrible at hiding.

the pair of you had left with your arm in his, followed closely in front of ser criston cole. you were scheduled to arrive by dragonback behind the front lines of where rhaenyra targaryen’s troops had begun to gather on the western border, nearest the sea.

the vast ocean meant a domain that was ruled by lord corlys velaryon. the king and his supporters had yet to ally themselves with a formidable match for lord corlys’ strength, and you didn’t think they ever would. the sea also meant a vast world above, the clouds, that any dragons could rule from and conquer. your husband may have had the largest dragon, but the opposing side had many more dragons. many, many more.

once you had arrived at the camp, you found yourself staring at that open sea. your eyes were locked on the horizon as if a young wife like yourself would be able to seem as intimidating or as infamous as the lord corlys or the false king consort daemon targaryen. you wrapped a protective arm around your stomach, as if, again, you had any means of protecting yourself, those around you, or something that might be growing inside of you.

“we did not have the privilege of going on a romantic tour celebrating our marriage after the fact, this i am afraid i have denied you.”

you turned around to face your husband. a smile was upon your face at this moment, but your husband did not have a similar expression. his jaw was tight and set and he clutched the handle of his sword at his belt. his eye was not only focused on you, but somewhere behind you as well. the sea appeared to represent a ghost to your husband, as that was the only way you could rationalize why he looked like he was being haunted.

and then you realized why.

he saw the sea as his own possibility to become a ghost in his own right. everyone he loved could die by the hands of lord corlys’ fleet. skilled swordsman from the sea — a domain he could never even dream of conquering — storming his brother’s lands… absolutely no shot. aemond could most definitely fly away in vhagar, but when he felt more responsibility towards his brother’s armies, throne, and kingdom in comparison to aegon what, if any, allegiance felt to his kingdom… aemond would go down with his brother’s metaphorical ship, just as lord corlys would with his literal one.

but the air? the clouds? that was a different story.

that was the ghost of his son.

the actual ghost.

aemond saw daemon’s face in those clouds with caraxes’ wings spread and his son’s head clutched in its fangs.

you couldn’t blame him.

it also haunted you.

you saw the scared faces of his remaining children in front of you as you struggled to shield them from the horror.

you let your arm fall from your stomach. you were scaring yourself. you forced yourself to push down your anxiety and address the problem at hand: your husband, who was also consumed with anxiety.

you walked towards your husband to stand in front of him, smiling, but him still not returning the grin.

“i don’t think i would’ve changed the days following our marriage,” you stated coyly. “i had my fun. are you telling me you were not kept entertained, husband?”

he blinked at your attempt to pull him out of his own head. once he had swallowed and understood your words, one of the corners of his lips lifted.

“i think we both had our fun,” he responded in a light tone.

you smiled at him before looking down at the floor in apprehension. you took a moment to collect yourself before you spoke once more. you glanced back up at aemond, and stated, “we’ve got each other’s backs in this next phase of the war, aemond.”

he nodded, emotionless. “and in our marriage.”

you smiled. his personality tended to be abrasive, but there were small moments where you locked away to cherish. “we may not be able to count on very many people… but if you trust me, husband, you will not regret it.”

he narrowed his eyes at you. “we are in a camp filled with men who have not seen, and probably will not see, a woman for a very long time. stay by my side at all times.”

you nodded. “of course.”

“do not pull out your daggers unless specifically told to do so,” he ordered.

you raised an eyebrow at him. “i know to play the part of the obedient, meek wife when necessary, husband, but if someone comes for your throat… i am going for their balls.”

you expected him to laugh, but he didn’t. you held your ground though, as you meant every word.

he smirked before leaning his head in closer to your face. “visenya targaryen was a force to be met with, but imagine the look on an enemy’s face when they see my wife castrate them.”

“that’s if you don’t kill them before i can show them my handiwork.” your coy smile matched your quirked eyebrow.

he laughed then. “that’s if i don’t punish you for taking out your daggers with my explicit permission.”

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what do we think?? sorry abt the shorter/boring chapter -- needed a break from the intensity but we will return to our regularly scheduled programming soon, dont worry ;) -L

#Aemond the Kinslayer #aemond targaryen #aemond fic #Aemond x Reader #aemond targaryen smut #aemond fanfiction #hotd aemond #aemond #house of the dragon #hotd

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rhoorl · 5 months

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Week in Review | Dec. 3

We have a bit of an abbreviated post this week since I wasn’t around much. I'm catching up on a lot of posts and adding even more to my TBR list! I'll be back on my BS this week (I hope).

Thank you to everyone who sent in an ask for my follower milestone celebration. I had a lot of fun answering those questions!

I didn't get a lot of reading done this week, but here's what I did read / what I recommend.

Fics I read this week:

Frankie Morales

Dancing is a Dangerous Game by @noxturnalpascal This was a hot little one-shot with Frankie who manages to be a menace and super sweet all at the same time.

Dieter Bravo

A Baker's Dozen by @avastrasposts Mel's has a fun series of twelve short stories set in the same bakery. The first story features my beloved Dieter who is equal parts chaotic mess, menace, and sweet.

Current Compulsory Series:

These are the series I am keeping up with at the moment.

Holiday Prompts (Various) by @trulybetty - If you were a fan of Betty’s Autumnal Offerings, then this will be right up your alley!

Delta Palms Tropical Resort (Frankie) by @linzels-blog the most recent chapter was 🔥

I Like the Way You (Frankie) by @undercoverpena The most recent chapter 🥹 I'm so sad this is nearing its end because I loved it so much.

Destiny & Deliverance (Dieter) by @mysterious-moonstruck-musings I think there's a new chapter coming soon and I'm so excited!

Paranoid Heat (Javi P) by @goodwithcheese These two. 🥵 (Also the latest chapter had some cute Chucho which I love!)

It’s Never Too Late (Javi P) by @javierpena-inatacvest I still have a bunch of the extras to read!

Undercover (Tim Rockford) by @secretelephanttattoo New series alert! I'm loving all of the Tim content and I am hooked on this one!

Posts from the week:

@sin-djarin once again cracked me up with her graphic design skills. Check out Plankton Pedros.

In case you missed it, a fun writing challenge popped up that is pretty cool! I have an idea I've been kicking around, we'll see.

Fic updates:

I finally got an update posted for Working Title today. I can’t believe it took me a month, yikes! This week I’m hoping I can dedicate some time to writing thanks to some scheduled PTO. I have the next chapter of Delta Landscaping outlined, so yay! I miss those landscapers.

Thanks as always for being here and humoring my BS on this little corner of the internet. Tell someone you love them and have a great week!

Masterlists

Working Title (Dieter, series, ongoing) | AO3 NEW CHAPTER

Delta Landscaping (Triple Frontier, series, ongoing) | AO3

Turbulence (Frankie, one-shot) | AO3

Are You on Mute? (Benny Miller, one-shot) | AO3

Are You on Mute? Part Two

#rhoorl week in review #rhoorl fic rec #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal characters

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Hey if you still takes request, and if it's not too much trouble for you to write, can you do one where the reader (gender neutral) is the older sibling of Dustin and they just hit one year anniversary of ED (abnormal anorexia) free but no one seems to remember except Eddi who prepared a nuce dinner for them to celebrate ?

My family just ignored me all day and I just want someone to be proud of me...

a/n: we’re all proud of you here sweetheart <3 also hi I’m still alive i think so.

warning: mentions of ED, Wayne and Eddie being the best thing ever

word count: 1k ish

pairing: eddie munson x gn!reader

Don’t cry yet - e. m.

—☕️

It’s not like you expected a parade in your honor or anything, but a little

Hey, congratulations!

I’m so proud of you,

would’ve been nice. Instead you find Dustin already halfway out the door when you and your fuzzy socks pad into the kitchen.

“Hey! Morning! Uh- goodbye!” He says distractedly before slinging a backpack over his shoulder and slamming the door, much to your mothers dismay.

He was probably just busy, you figured. He’d remember sooner or later.

“Have any plans today, sweetie?” Your mom asked from the couch where she was automatically knitting away on whatever project. Her smile was genuine and innocent. They’d forgotten. Maybe you were foolish to think it was even a big deal.

Still you hummed as you made a bowl of cereal- content that you could do this now with no feelings of shame or fear. Still it didn’t feel like much of an achievement when no one was there to support your growth.

The day went by silently for you, and when none of your friends came by, when no one called, you curled back up in bed, furiously wiping away the few tears you’d let spill.

—☕️

Meanwhile eddie was scrambling around the tiny kitchen of the trailer with Wayne.

“I’ve never seen you this worked up over dinner before, kid” Wayne mused as he watched his nephew chaotically trying to stop the pasta from boiling over and not letting the chopped onions burn to coal.

“Well it’s a big deal today. They deserve this,” he replied, eyes never leaving the pots and pans in front of him, his tongue sticking out in concentration.

“Here, like this,” Wayne said, placing his beer on whatever space was free on the counter before taking the wooden spoon from eddies hands to help him along. He showed him how to go about it before going back to observing with an amused smile.

Eddies face was burning from the heat, curls sticking to his temple and neck. Wayne tsk’ed at him: “all this hair, son. You can’t see shit,” he snickered before retrieving a hair tie from somewhere between the couch cushions. Eddie bent down slightly in the knees so Wayne could reach all his hair, tying it back in a low bun for him.

“Thanks man,” he laughed, eyes beaming at the thought of seeing your face again. Your smile when he’d proudly present his dinner to you, when he’d watch you eat, more carefree than ever.

—☕️

You jumped, nearly falling out of bed at the sound of the phone ringing. You scrambled to get to it. It didn’t even matter if it was for you, any kind of interaction was greatly appreciated.

“Hello?” You asked, voice hoarse from not being used all day.

“Hey you,” Eddies familiar voice hits your ears and it gives you instant comfort. There’s a tiny speck of hope flickering in the wholeness of your heart, nervously licking against the walls whenever he spoke to you.

“How’s your day been?” He asks, but almost hurriedly like he has more to say. You had temporarily forgotten about the neglect you’d felt all day, so you give him a blunt ‘fine’ without more explanation. He hums distractedly and you feel your heart sink, believing he’s forgotten too.

“So listen I uh.. I got a surprise for you, kind of- well it’s dinner. I made dinner. I know it’s like only four but I started wayyy too early and now it’s just waiting so I thought why the fuck not just get you over here, right now.”

He always rambled when he was nervous. You hadn’t even noticed the giant grin that spread on your face, heating your cheeks.

“For me?” You whispered after a beat of silence. You were biting the tip of your finger in an attempt not to cry or laugh- you didn’t even know how to react.

“For you.” He said softly.

—☕️

When you arrived at the trailer, Wayne was on his way to work his night shift. “There you are! You have no idea how much that boy tried not to mess up the food- tell him you like it no matter what will ya? He really cares for you.” He said casually with a hinting smile. The sentient made your chest tighten in the best way possible. To think he spent all day working so hard doing something he hates just for you and your accomplishment. He made you feel so seen.

“I promise, Mr. Munson. Thank you.” You replied.

Eddie rushed out the door when he heard your voice, nearly stumbling over his own feet. His hair was in a loose bun, curly strands framing his face and plastering to his neck.

Before you could greet him he lifted you up into a tight hug. “I’m so proud of you” he grumbled into the crevice of your neck before setting you down and pulling you into the trailer by your hand. His words hugged your entire soul, and you couldn’t even thank him before tears welled in your eyes;

The small dining tables had an old cloth covering it, with two mismatched plates of your favorite pasta dish and canned bear in plastic wine cups.

“Voila” he laughs sheepishly, nervous that you’d find his gesture silly or stupid. It wasn’t very formal, the food maybe wasn’t the best but he really tried, and given your response earlier it seemed no one had celebrated you today which made his heart clench.

“The uhh, onions kind of burned. I know you don’t like wine so I hope this beer will do, and-“

You walked over to where he was standing and hugged him so tightly, trying to convey every single ounce of gratitude into it. He stood silent first, stiff, but quickly melted into your touch, his palm gently on your head where you hid in his chest.

“I love it, Eddie. I love it.” You said with a groggy voice, tears soaking into the material of his shirt. He squeezed you tighter, planting a kiss to the crown of your head.

“Now don’t cry before you’ve tasted it allright.” He muttered, and you couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped you.

The food was bordering on really good, and the beer was definitely better than wine. You spent the rest of the evening talking, eating and drinking, with Eddie telling you how proud he was over and over again.

I don’t know how to end this fic I just love him too much. They lived happily ever after guys.

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