#now we can continue to suffer in waiting for the second book

[hidiu]

hi i brought some memes based on fourth wing

and i also created a playlist:

#thank you for your attention #now we can continue to suffer in waiting for the second book #this is the first book that made me make memes #i'm no good at it #but i've tried. #fourth wing #xaden riorson #xadenviolet #violet sorrengail #violet and xaden #rebecca yarros #tairn #andarna #books and reading #Spotify

[grapejuicestyless]

The Tide Always Goes Out

Conrad Fisher x fem!reader

ANGST

Summery: You were sick. You had always been sick. But you looked so healthy, so it couldn’t be true. Conrad could live in denial of his best friend’s inevitable death but there was nothing he could do to stop it and he has to accept it.(Inspired by the book Little Women specifically the scene in the 2019 film between Beth and Jo.) Mentions of illness and death.

We sat on the beach squished on a small blanket. wrinkles from our shifting and creases beneath us from where we sit. We talk about everything and anything all morning. Not minding the grey overcast of the clouds covering the usually very blue sky. Or how the waves are more violent than they usually are. I know this because I remember it vividly. It wasn’t that long ago I was really there. Making sure it would last forever. Only now I wish I hadn’t because it haunts me more than it comforts me. And the entire way it played out still makes my heart ache with regret.

Somehow I end up with her lying over me. She lays her head in my lap, the thin blanket woven together with faint reds and oranges creating a little hammock for her to rest on. I can feel the way her heartbeats erratically over my thigh. The way her lip’s curl into a soft smile. The ocean reflected in her eyes. If it weren’t for the heavy eye bags and the slight tremble in her bones, she’d be normal. A normal girl with no issues. You wouldn’t even know how deeply her suffering ran. Sometimes, on the better days, I let myself become fooled as well. Playing dumb hurts less than facing the truth.

“Con.” Her eyes flick up to mine, and I can’t help the way my own avert her gaze. I am too afraid to face her. Even now. The girl who I worship day and night. I never did pray before her, but now I pray that when I wake up, she’ll still be beside me. And we can enjoy the company the other has to offer just one last time. I can’t look down and see how much she’s changed. It scares me, because the traces of the illness torturing her is evidence to how real it is. And I would rather live in oblivious bliss.

“I want you to know I’m not really scared anymore.” It’s not what I expected to come from her lips, but it’s what she lands on. Theres no room in her wording for me to deny what she’s trying to say. My eyes flick down to hers, and my hands moves the hair blowing in the wind messily across her face.

“Y/n, come on. Don’t say shit like that.” I smile, but I don’t really mean in. I don’t find her words funny, and I don’t like that my best friend is sick.

“No, Conrad. I’m serious.” She breathes out, hands pressing against my skin to lift herself up. I feel a chill run through my body without her warmth to ease the morning chill. More than that, I can feel the coolness in my heart when she separates from me, and I long for the next moment I’ll feel her gentle touch.

“I’ve had a lot of time to think about this and I’m certain that I’ll be okay.” I continue to look at her, but only this time, she is the one looking at the sand, tracing her fingers in it as they stretch past her ankles to the floor.

“And I’m only so sure because I know you’ll be there.” Her eyes flicker up to the sky and I swear I see the sky brighten for just a moment. The blue underneath all the grey breaking free for a split second. “I’ve known you my whole life, and I’ve felt things for you that I have felt with no one else. I know you, and I trust that you’ll come find me in the next life.” Pulling at her lip, she waits for a response.

“But I want to keep you in this one.” My hand finds hers and all I can do is squeeze onto her desperately. Wanting nothing more but to keep her close. So I can watch her. Make sure shes okay. She’s lost all of her fight, her will to stay. And I know it’s because of the pain. I’ve heard her sobs just down the halls and the hushed whispers of my mother and her’s. But part of me wonders if it’s simply because I did not do enough. If I wasn’t enough reason for her to stay.

“It’s like the tide going out. It goes out slowly, but it can’t be stopped.” And we both know it. Theres no stopping what will happen to her. Theres no wish or medicine or fight that could keep her here beside me. It makes me want to cry, but I don’t. It would be selfish of me to get so upset when I am still here. Well and alive. Promised many years to age and achieve things she never was given the chance to.

“I’ll stop it.” I don’t look down at her, but I can feel how she shifts. The way her frown only deepens and the bags in her eyes get heavier. She sighs heavily into the silence, shaking her head slowly. She refuses to cry though. Partly because I know she knows she’ll have plenty of time to cry in the darkness of her room, when the ache in her bones is too much and theres no way of stopping it. And the other part of me recognizes that it’s because there’s no reason to in her eyes.

Y/n knew it better than all of us. She had lived a good life. She could do things and want things some children could never even dream of. She had a warm home with a glowing fireplace that her family often gathered around. A loving sister and a great brother. Her mother and father were healthy and she had the best friends she could have ever asked for. Her only regret is that she had to make her own mother pick out the details for her headstone.

When I pull her into my body, I have no idea it will be for the last time. I have no clue that her sobs won’t part from her lips. Because when she closes her eyes, she doesn’t drift into her usual place of rest. Her eyes don’t flutter open at the soft creak of the stairs when Jeremiah decides he wants a late night snack. Nor does she stir when Steven laughs, following behind him not as skillfully.

Not even when her mother screams early in the morning, hands clinging to her limp wrists, cold and lifeless. The tears from my mother mixing with her younger sisters don’t even make her flinch. And it’s chilling because it almost looks like she was smiling. The lift of her lips is barely there, but it makes me feel better knowing she went in peace.

I remember that day more clearly than ever. How the grey sky haunts me and the way she spoke so surely about her death still sends chills through my veins. I could have only wished to have looked at her a little closer that day. So that even in her darkest moments, I could be as certain as she was that the image of her would never fade, and I would always be able to memorize each wrinkle in her skin.

So I tell myself that when it’s my time, I’ll do what she said I would. I’ll find her in the next life. And I’ll look a little harder at her, and I’ll admire her for longer.

#tsitp conrad #conrad x reader #conrad fisher angst #conrad fisher #little women #conrad fisher x you #conrad x you #conrad fisher x y/n #conrad fisher x reader #conrad #team conrad

[ninapi]

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┊┊┊✧ ⁺ ⁺╚══ Roommates…? ╝

Premise: Living together as friends was easier than expected, but being a couple, things change. Will it be for the best or for the worst? Experiencing all sorts of first times with your now boyfriend while sharing the same room can get a bit chaotic.

Word count: 3184

Note: This is a continuation from my previous work, you can read the first part here.

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Tanjiro called you and Genya into the living room after Inosuke came downstairs, seemingly traumatized. He made you sit together on your knees while the rest shared the couch, a very distressed looking Inosuke sitting on a chair to the side, still holding the basket full of cookies.

“I called you all today to take part of the first shared house trial. Seems to me like something has been going on behind our backs and need clarification. As you can see, our witness here,” he motioned towards Inosuke, “suffered some severe trauma this evening. Care to share your experience with us?”

Inosuke cleared his throat, both of his hands laying on his knees trying to recount what happened, “Here I was, taking the cookies Kanao baked over to everyone around the house. I started from the third floor just because it was easier that way, my room is on the first floor as you may know. When I went in their room…I…I saw….they…were pink…with a little white polka dotted bow…and…and…please tell me I have more back muscles than he does, Tanjiro. Do I need to work it more? It didn’t seem fair to me in that angle…”

The look of confusion in everyone’s face was priceless, though, you both knew what he meant by all that.

“Hashibira Inosuke, did you deliberately stare at my panties??? How can you remember so many details? You were in the room for less than a second!” Aoi’s gasp could be heard on the background, making Inosuke grow nervous.

“I didn’t do it on purpose, ok? He had your skirt all the way up! When I got in is all I could see! I told you to lock your door, didn’t I?”

“And did I not tell you to knock? Seriously, Inosuke, you gotta stop barging into rooms like that!” Genya’s fist was trembling with rage, he didn’t even get to see them, he felt them, yes, but he didn’t know they were pink or had a bow even, how was it possible that the damn pig had seen them first, outrageous.

“Wait, wait. I’m not getting what’s going on. What do back muscles have to do with (Y/N)’s panties?” Zenitsu was munching on a sandwich, seemingly confused with the random assortment of details.

“Oh god. Is this what I think it is? Did you go into their room again without knocking and…”

“YES” you and Genya shouted in unison, glaring towards Inosuke.

“I TOLD YOU TO FUCKING LOCK THE DOOR (Y/N)!”

“YELL AT HER AGAIN AND I WILL FUCKING DESTROY YOU, YOU HEAR ME PIG?”

Tanjiro got up from his seat, getting in between both of them and motioning for both to go back to their place, your hand gently tugging on Genya’s for him to sit down.

“Ok so, is this a thing now? Are you like together?”

You were mumbling quietly, hiding your face on Genya’s shoulder, you really didn’t want to talk about this in front of the entire crew, you hadn’t even talked about it with Genya yet...“Why does it matter to all of you? Isn’t it common decency to knock before barging into someone’s room? What we do or don’t inside our room is our damn business.” his hand came over to yours, rubbing soothing circles on the back of it. You were more than embarrassed, not only have you not told them anything of what’s been going on but one of your oldest friends saw your panties, among other things…

Tanjiro’s eyes were on your joint hands, a little smile making its way over to his face. He’s always known of Genya’s crush on you. He saw the entire scene unfold when you shared your book with him all those years back, he saw his friend’s ears turn pink, his expression turn soft every time you addressed him or said something funny. He was happy for him, for the both of you really.

“So Genya and (Y/N) are fucking or something? Sorry I don’t get all this, Nezuko-chan sent me a selfie with the cutest cat ever, I lost track of the conversation.”

“I will fucking crush your skull…” Genya was gathering you in his arms as you buried your face on his chest in shame. His protective self shielding you from the prying eyes, his own burning holes into Zenitsu with passion.

“Now, now. Let’s not get ahead of our ourselves. (Y/N), are you two together now? Is that it? C’mon let me see your pretty face.” Tanjiro was now crouching in front of you, giving Genya a soft adoring smile as he waited patiently for your reply.

Going out of your safe space, you looked at him with one eye, the rest of your face still hidden away. “Yeah…I think so…”

“Thank you, that’s all we needed to know. Now, let’s get into an agreement. Inosuke, you won’t go into ANY of the rooms without knocking. They aren’t the only couple around, if you don’t want to get even more traumatized, I advise you start listening to others. As for you two, please lock your door from now on, that’s what we all do when, well you know…” Genya’s face was bright red, giving Tanjiro a little nod.

“Wow, so am I the only one single now? This sucks…Tanjiro let me date Nezuko-chan already, she’s not a child anymore!” the glare he received left you all speechless, everyone made their way over to their respective rooms quietly, loud cries of intense pain could be heard for the rest of the evening.

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Now that all your friends knew you were together, things quieted down.

Everything went back to normal, except for maybe the fact that Genya placed three additional locks on your door and now you have to carry a bunch of keys in your bag. He still can’t get over the fact that Inosuke saw your panties before he did, he has to keep the menace away before something worse happened.

Though, with back to normal I mean Inosuke barging into your make out sessions constantly, a normal thing this days, it did happen often after all.

First he found you making out in the game room; everyone had fallen asleep while playing or were knocked out drunk on the floor after a fierce Friday night of friendly bonding, or so you thought, but Inosuke was still very much awake and saw you perched on your boyfriend’s lap, enjoying everything but the games on the screen. His loud obnoxious complaints woke everybody up.

A similar thing happened a few days later, but in the laundry room, you were sitting on the folding table, your limbs clinging onto Genya almost desperately while you both waited for your garments to be ready. Inosuke heard your quiet whimpers and blew the door open just to have one of his arms almost ripped to pieces by your very much annoyed boyfriend as he barged in once more to kill the mood on purpose.

But it all ended after you caught him and Aoi, half undressed in the living room past 3AM when the munchies hit you both after a movie marathon. The gasp of horror that left Aoi’s lips and Inosuke’s histerical outburst trying to cover his girl were engraved in your mind forever.

You got to experience the awkwardness of it all and kept your hands to yourselves in public places from then on, also Inosuke started being more considerate after seeing his girlfriend crying in shame, he felt bad for exposing you the way he did, so he bought a tiny bore plushie and left it on your pillow as a sign of peace and as a long overdue apology.

Things went back to how they used to be before you were together after that encounter, or so you like to think but sharing your bed with Genya was definitely not something you used to do, now though, that became the new normal for both of you.

“Do you wanna go somewhere together over the weekend?” you’ve been together for a few weeks now, yet you haven’t had your first official date, you were looking forward to it even if it didn’t matter much in your unusual circumstances.

“Sure, where do you wanna go?” he was comfily pressed to your side, half asleep while you browsed on your phone, his hand aimlessly rubbing circles on one of your thighs.

“Hmmm…I always wanted to go on one of those cheesy dates, you know what I mean? Like going to an aquarium and buy matching phone straps, then maybe go eat some crepes and hold hands while we walk in a park. Is that too much for you?” you giggled, kissing his shoulder gently in a playful manner trying to sway his decision.

Groaning, he buried his face on your chest nuzzling your softness, “I hate you…”

“Is that a yes~?”

“Whatever… you owe me at least ten thousand kisses, and I want them by tomorrow if you want me to do all that girly crap…” chuckling in excitement you rolled around in your bed, getting on top of him and showered his face with soft kisses, “Gotta start now then~”

This would be fun.

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Your typical cheesy over the top date was fantastic.

You walked around the exhibits in the aquarium hand in hand, making comments on the pretty fish and forcing your boyfriend to make silly faces for your selfies. Both wore matching head wear obtained at the gift shop at the front to make it all even worse for poor Genya.

You wanted something cute like a dolphin or jellyfish headband, but he refused to wear anything that wasn’t the cool white shark hat that the mannequin had in display. Not like you cared really, you were just happy to wear matching items with someone like him, it felt like an accomplishment, like if you were in some sort of sweet dream you didn’t want to wake up from.

Genya enjoyed it more than he thought he would, aquariums are unexpectedly quiet and fun to be in. He made you touch a sea cucumber and laughed at your disgusted face for about twenty minutes, he just couldn’t stop. So you grabbed his hand and pressed it gently to a starfish, making sure to capture his mortified expression in video. He realized he’d be fine wherever you’d want to take him, being with you was fun, even if he had to wear crazy hats, he really likes to see you smiling.

You got to buy the matching phone straps you wanted, they had a tiny dangly shark hanging from them of course, and he ended up getting a dolphin plush for you out of a claw machine.

This was the first time Genya had been to an aquarium, to a date in general, but he hoped it wasn’t the last.

After your under the sea adventure, you stopped by the crepe stand in the big park outside of the building, it had a long line but he knew you really wanted some for your utopian date plan, so he queued next to you for an hour even if he grumbled the entire time, nothing a couple of sneaky kisses couldn’t fix.

You got back to your room by sunset, exhausted but happy. Having a boyfriend that is willing to indulge you even when he wasn’t one to do such things made you feel loved, and that was new.

“Wasn’t so bad, was it?” you were poking his side while he took off his socks, too lazy to take a bath, you ended up walking a lot, who would have thought dates were this tiring.

“That shark was freaking cool. Do you think they’d let us buy one as pet?” you chuckled, laying flat on your bed, the wild image of your boyfriend feeding Zenitsu to the shark crossed your mind.

“I doubt it, baby.” he nodded slightly disappointed, reaching over to nestle himself on your side. “Too bad. Maybe one day we could get one, those tiny ones might fit in a house tank.” he was dozing off quickly as you threaded your fingers through his hair, dreaming of a future were you two would still be together.

“That would be nice.”

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Dating your roommate had more perks than anything.

You both always knew what the other forgot before it was too late, always supported the other in bad days. Always ready for cuddles and kisses or a very deep conversation and pep talks.

But it also came with a bad side.

Being comfortable is a good thing, but some times being too comfortable can be a double edged sword.

You were currently in the shower, getting ready for school. Your phone kept ringing and it was driving Genya crazy.

He went over to your desk to make it stop when he saw the caller on the screen, making his stomach turn.

‘Sensei~ ♡’

Why was he calling you, why was his name saved like that in your phone? It made him want to throw your phone off the window and get you a new one so he wouldn’t have your number…

He was about to walk away when a text message arrived, a notification displaying on the screen, ‘I miss you…can we meet today after class?’

“He what??? This bastard…” he was fuming at this point, his imagination running wild. Why would he miss you? Is not like you two had a thing. Did you…? No, no, he trusts you, you are his girlfriend, you even live together, not like you could cheat on him without him noticing.

You went out of the bathroom, Genya reached over for one of the books on his own desk, trying to fake ignorance. His heart was racing, doubt was filling his insides and he didn’t like the way that felt.

You checked your phone but didn’t reply, just continued getting ready.

“S-shall we go for some burgers tonight, babe? Inosuke said they were super good in that new place downtown.” He sounded a little insecure, something he hasn’t been for a while, at least not around you.

“Can’t, not tonight at least, have something to do.” you were rushing out of the door, grabbing your backpack on the way, “See you later, baby!” you blew him a kiss and ran downstairs trying not to be late for your first class of the day.

“Something to do? Since when she doesn’t tell me what that ‘something’ is? She always tells me what she’s doing, why not today? Fuck…” he didn’t want to believe you would cheat on him, but things were just not adding up, his brother was also your first love, and a very dangerous competition to have, didn’t want to but he had to admit he had doubts, he was jealous, hurt even, but he would give you a chance.

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Genya was waiting for you sitting on his bed with his arms crossed, it was almost midnight, and you hadn’t even texted him since lunch.

When he saw the door being unlocked, he tried to look calm, reaching for a discarded notebook on his bed to look like he was studying and definitely not waiting for you.

“You still awake, babe? Isn’t it too late? Or were you waiting for me~?” you gave him a loving smile, making your way over to his bed, craving the warmth of your boyfriend after a long day. But he wasn’t having it, even if he didn’t want to be, he was still annoyed by the situation.

Pushing you over to the side, he rolled over, making you face his back.

“Babe? What’s up? Are you mad?” snaking your arms around his waist, you placed a kiss between his shoulder blades.

“Why would I be mad? Did you do something that would make me mad?” his voice was gruff; you could hear the annoyance lacing his every word.

“Not that I know of…” to this he scoffed, throwing the notebook to the ground and turning back to face you, an angry scowl adorning his rather handsome face.

“Yeah right…I fucking saw my brother’s message! Are you toying with me (Y/N)? Am I not enough? Do you really need to go pleading for his stupid attention? Is he that great???” you were speechless, trying to grasp the situation.

“You think I went on a date with Sensei and that’s why I came home late? Is that why you’re mad?” now you were the one scowling. You didn’t mind him seeing your notifications, what made you upset was his lack of trust.

“Why else would you be so fucking late? You didn’t even want to tell me what you were doing after class today…and…and you’ve never rejected a date with me before!”

“It was LATE! I had to run to class! We fell asleep this morning after snoozing the alarm, remember??” you got your phone out, unlocking it and throwing it his way, showing the conversation with his brother.

Genya’s eyes were glued to your screen, re-reading the very short conversation you had with Sanemi in disbelief.

Not only did you declined his offer, but you plainly rejected him.

He grabbed your phone and went into your contacts, an overwhelming need to delete his phone number overtook him but he was able to control himself. Instead, he changed his contact name from 'Sensei~ ♡' to 'Brother in-law', making you giggle. That's what he was now, not your sensei, not your crush, your boyfriend's brother.

He was feeling many things at that moment, he felt proud, of your relationship, of how you didn’t need him to intervene, how you stopped him from the start and didn’t fall for his antics. He felt shame, of his attitude, of the way he shouted at you just now, of how he couldn’t trust you enough. But overall, he felt happy, loved, and oddly, somewhat horny. You’re so hot when you get all bossy like that, shutting him off completely, drives him nuts.

And that was the feeling that won him over.

He threw your phone to the side, climbing on top of you as he smashed his lips against yours. “I was so angry...so jealous...He keeps on lusting over you… over MY baby. You’re mine…Just mine.” he kept grumbling, kissing every available patch of skin he could find like a starved man, his hands roaming over your body with an overwhelming need.

“All yours, my love.” he stopped his ministrations, looking down at you with a mix of confusion and awe. You hadn’t crossed that line just yet.

“What?” you laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck, gazing lovingly into his widened orbs.

“Your l-love…?”

“Yup that’s you. My boyfriend, the man I love. So, my love. Right?” you tilted your head to the side, a bit saddened by his confusion, was it one sided-

“I-I guess so, yes. You are my love too then, my girlfriend, the woman I love.” he nodded with resolution, making your smile grow once more, the urgency getting even more unbearable as time went on, his skin was on fire, same as his heart.

“Genya…?” your eyes were shut in bliss, all you could think about all day was on coming home, to be in his arms…

“Hmmm?” he couldn’t stop kissing you, he just needed more and more of you.

“I love you.” that though, made him stop, looking at you while panting heavily. You felt the need to make things clear, wanted him to hear it properly coming from your mouth, to clear any doubt he might have about your relationship.

“I love you too, babe.” this time you were the one to pull him over to you, not before pulling his shirt over his head in as swift movement, getting rid of the very much unnecessary piece of clothing, needing to feel every inch of him.

“Can I…?” his hand stopped right at the hem of your dress, waiting for your permission to proceed. To this you just nodded, bringing him down once more for another deep kiss as clothing went flying on its own.

Another line was crossed that night, one you both eagerly waited for the right moment to cross fully.

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Next morning, Inosuke had gone to pick up the groceries, you had added to the list some of your girly essentials and he went over to your room to leave them there.

He saw the door wasn’t locked, which made him go in after he knocked and there was no reply from any of you.

The room was in fact empty.

He walked over to your bed, dropping the supermarket bag on it and was about to leave when he felt something fall on his head.

Terrified and ready to fight whatever it was attacking him, he saw something pink fall to the ground.

The item that followed him to his nightmares fell from the lamp above the beds, your pair of pink lacy panties with the polka dotted bow he still remembers to this day to perfection.

“FOR FUCK SAKES (Y/N), WHY??? JUST WHY????”

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Note: Just a little extra something for those who asked for more, hehe~ 🙊✨

Masterlist

#kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba fanfic #demon slayer x you #demon slayer x y/n #demon slayer x female reader #demon slayer fanfic #demon sayer #fluff #demon slayer genya #genya shinazugawa #shinazugawa sanemi #shinazugawa brothers #genya x reader #Genya x you #genya x y/n #Genya x female reader #love triangle #Inosuke still cracks me up

[ruegarding]

Hey, quick question if you don't mind me asking, what were your thoughts on Chalice of the Gods?

overall, i wish rick stopped at toa like he said he was going to. the more rick adds, the more the world-building suffers as a result. that being said, i didn't completely hate cotg like i thought i would. there's a few good moments, but, in general, it reads like a cash-grab.

let's start with the good. percy has some of the most in-character moments he's had in the universe since pjo.

percy's confrontation w geras was so good that i actually wish this was part of percy's character arc in hoo. percy spent almost all of pjo knowing he was going to die—he saw the fates cut the string in tlt and in som he put together what the prophecy meant: he was going to die either at or before 16. and this is exactly why this confrontation works and why i think it's better than new rome. new rome can protect a demigod from monsters, not from fate. percy wasn't scared of monsters. if he was, he would've stayed at chb year-round.

and i really like that geras was willing to entertain percy bc he had turned down godhood. like the first time percy ever thinks abt immortality seriously (in botl) this is what he has to say:

so immortality is fundamentally at odds w percy's character bc he defines himself so thoroughly w the ppl he loves. and this is exactly what allows him to get through to geras! it's such a good exploration of percy's character and the future he's now able to consider.

similarly, this section

is more in-character than almost all of hoo. this is a prime example of how percy's loyalty works and addresses how it's misconstrued in fandom. percy has a desire for freedom, and that desire informs how he respects ppl. percy's loyalty isn't a possessive "i won't let you do this" bc he will, he will always let someone make their own choice at the end of the day bc it's what he would want. and this was actually established in tlt, when sally says "you're enough like me to understand" and asks percy to let her save herself. so percy lets bianca fight talus, he lets nico walk away, he gives luke the knife, he lets ganymede choose his own story, even when he disagrees w it. and this is why percy's arc in hoo sucked! rick tried to give percy the typical hero complex, but it's contradictory w percy's character. so when i saw this passage i was so relieved. i thought this part of percy died w pjo.

also, to talk abt someone other than percy, this moment

is good. i love this abt annabeth.

and grover saying the hardest thing is sitting by and not being able to do anything. bc grover is usually in a support role and he wasn't there at all in hoo. i also like that percy is confronted w the fact that he's not expendable. thumbs up from me.

the bad...i'm just going to keep short bullet points.

what even is this plot

it doesn't work as part of pjo and yet it's marketed as the sixth book in the series

why is zeus a disney villain. i hate everything abt it

the inconsistencies...annabeth's cap...why are we continuing to treat percy like he's disinterested in learning??? also. what do you mean you're not allowed at camp after you turn 18? WHAT DO YOU MEAN????? this was not a thing. and wasn't rhea in hiding or something?? now she's casually having brunch?

there's too much "percy is the stupid bf and annabeth is the competent gf who takes care of him." i hated every second of this. also annabeth is disabled. her being intelligent does not remove her disability. she struggles.

i rbed that post abt disaster cook annabeth and good cook percy and i stand by that.

the power monologue makes no damn sense (and another addition by op in the tags)

no seriously i'm begging someone to have a real conversation and understand percy is terrified of how powerful he is. i've been waiting for this since botl. WHICH WAS PUBLISHED IN 2008 BTW

i'm not a huge estelle or paul fan. like they're fine they're just not compelling.

the only time i feel sally and percy have the same connection as they had in tlt is when they're alone. this is a problem i've had for a while, but cotg does not fix it. when paul and annabeth are in the equation, it feels like percy is the outsider.

in summary, cotg is like a fanfic i would leave kudos for being a good percy character study despite having questionable moments. except it's canon. and these questionable things affect the world-building.

#thanks for asking! i love having an excuse to ramble #sorry for the extra character study but this is the edited version it used to be longer LMAO #cotg spoilers #rr crit #answered

[vioisgoinginsane]

i think you have finally convinced me to try the something from the ikeman series. but which one ?? there are several ???? im so confused

*evil laughter* we got another one, folks!

Honestly, it really depends? Mind you these are mature games with mature themes *cough* the sexy time but also murder *cough* and the MCs are female aligning and they have a few characters traits and loose backstory of their own so it's not all just straight up self insert

I guess it depends how much murder do you want??

Ikemen prince is still the latest game (at least till ikemen villains comes out in spring) so the app interface itself is the most modern and user friendly one but it's also one of the most mature and dark ones (there's even mentions of rape) (again, only till ikevil drops in en) and they have gilbert and yeah he's kinda a trigger warning in of himself. The app recommends you chev's route, which literally starts with him killing some assassins in front of you, but my first route was yves who is tsundere but actually a sweetheart and he's the least fucked in the head around. Yves, Leon, and Chev were there from the beginning so they are kinda designed to be beginners routes that lay down a lot of lore (and most agree that chev's route suffered from that). There is a second prologue for the Act 2 routes, which introduces the foreign princes, so i guess you are better off leaving rio, sariel, keith, silvio or gilbert for later.

Just don't, DO NOT play silvio or luke first. Actually, I can't recommend silvio's route to anyone ever, it was so Mcfreaking bad.

Emma (default name for the MC) is the most "she just like me fr" mc out of all of them cuz she loves books. Unlike other games, it's a historical fantasy with no magic, and she grew up the there in the kingdom but no we never get more backstory on her beyond her job at the bookstore and when she saved rio's life 3 years prior the prologue.

Ikemen vampire was my first ikegame actually! And i only showed up cuz they have a Dazai. The interface is only slightly subpar from ikepri. If you heard this be called "the vampire smut game with the historical figures" then yeah that's kinda the gist of it. There also timetravel involved which is why it's set in 19th century paris but you have Dazai who's from the future and genderbend Joan D'arc in the same place. When they died Comte came and asked if they would leave their human lives to continue on as a vampire and they all agreed and he turned them.

MC (called Misuki in the manga) is from 21st century. She was like, a travel agent from tokyo / writes a personal travel blog, and she always dreamed of visiting paris. And when she visits the Louvre she accidentally follows Comte back through the time travelling door to the mention in 19th century. The door only opens once a month now she's gotta wait it out if she wants to go back. MC lays down some really poetic descriptive language which I think it's unique to her from other MCs and it shows that yeah she's a writer.

The mansion residents have such strong found family vibes. I think it's more like every route handles it's own suitor's problems, but this game also has an act 1 and act 2 format. Act 1 routes are napoleon, Leonardo, arthur, mozart, isaac, vincent, theo, jean, Shakespeare. Idk if I can really say one is a better starter route than others, except that in Shakespeare's route you move away from the mention and it would feel like a shame not to bond with the residents a lil first. Since Shakespeare's route was the last one before act 2 started so it's kind of like a bridge.

Oh yeah they have Vlad, this guy a murderer! So much murder! His minions are weird too! An executioner and a mad scientist!

Ikemen Sengoku takes place in Sengoku era japan, so it has a very unique environment. It's literally a pick your favorite war criminal kinda deal. They can all be surprisingly nice tho. It's once again a time travel shenanigans but MC and Sasuke traveled there from the 21st century through a wormhole, not a door, so they have to wait 3 months for the next one. The interface is old and it's the least beginner friendly one and the event are impossibly hard but man the chaos in here is so unique.

If you don't know crap about the japanese sengoku era, it's fine, neither did I. The plot gets going cuz MC accidentally saves the life of Nobunaga Oda who was supposed to be assassinated at Honno-ji before he could fulfill his ambition of unifying Japan. The game takes multiple liberties of bringing up people that should be dead by now according to history books and its only explained by timetravel shenanigans sometimes. The prologue tries to ship MC with him so hard but I haven't touched his route to this day and I never will. I downloaded this game so late and I ran around like a headless chicken and got along just fine. Unlike other games, you cannot change routes while you're in the middle of the route unless you have some stupid key item thingy. I can usually recommend sasuke as a beginner route cuz even if he's not your type his route gives you substantial information about each every other suiter. Mostly cuz he's also from the future and not only did he land in here 4 years prior to MC and had time to adjust, he is also a Sengoku era fanboy and constantly fanboying about these famous warlords.

Both Sasuke and MC (called Mai in the manga) share a distinctly 21 century humor and make a lot of references. Mai is undeniably the most sassy and unhinged MC from these games. Where Mitsuki will write a beautiful prose in her inner monologue, Mai will have something sarcastic or downright a thirst post. Before she got wrapped in all this she was about to start her dream job as a fashion designer, and she always finds work as a seamstress in the sengoku era not just for survival purposes but cuz that's her passion.

Ikemen Revolution got discontinued :( so there are no events and we tell you at the door, There is no Blanc route and we will never stop being pissed off about it. He is the first we meet, we fall into cradle cuz we were following him to try to give him back the watch he dropped, and then we never get to romance him. The world isn't fair.

Ikerev is also an older app, but it's also like. The least mature and dark game. There's still a war going on and shit but it's tame in comparison to the others.

Altho MC is from the 19th century England, she falls into a different world, in a country called Cradle. This is the only game that has magic in it. In cradle magic is more developed than science and it's as present in everyday life as electricity. People in cradle call MC's world The Land of Reason. People from the land of reason have the unique power to break spells. The first person who fell in cradle was called alice and her adventure in cradle was turned into the Alice in Wonderland book we know. The residents of cradle refer to MC as Alice the Second.

Like I said, there's a war going on, cuz the country is split into Black and Red territory, and it's a military state, and each territory is ruled by "card soldiers" yanno. The King of Hearts. The King of Spades. No one ever talks about diamonds or clubs cuz I think they said those are the ones that handle. Uh. Not military stuff? Idk. The only worst route you could play as a starter is Dalim cuz his route is like "here's a major spoiler for literally every other route in this game". We don't talk about Oliver or Seth's route. Plz don't do that to yourself.

Anways, the hole MC fell through appears again at the next full moon, so she got a month to survive Cradle and get back home. Before she fell, she was working at the best confectionery in london. I swear this girl never stops eating, no other game describes food in as much detail as she does. I'm also sorry she's probably the dumbest MC. SUCH a big heart, so few brain cells. I can't hate her.

Ikevil is for the freaks. They literally turned up the murder and the smut to 11.

#ikepri #ask #anon ask #cybird #ikemen prince #ikemen series #ikevamp #ikesen #ikerev

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Mafia Book #2 - PART I - The Black Iris - Chapter 2 - Time Machine

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PART I - THE BLACK IRIS

Chapter 2 - Time Machine

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This is it. She thought. It will finally end. Just one more step.

She breathed in anxiously a couple of times, her chest rising up and down rapidly, and after a few moments of gathering her courage, deep breaths in her lungs, she jumped.

She expected to be free falling for a couple of seconds until she inevitably hit the cold water down below, the impact probably shattering enough bones for her to be unable to swim, and drown if she somehow survived the impact.

However, instead of the liberating feeling of free falling and then the bliss of death, she felt herself dangling over the dark abyss under her.

Her whole body was being forcefully pulled back up by two strong arms, and she was surprised to see Minho's horrified, breathless figure.

Just like last time. he thought. I just can't stay away.

Seeing someone commit suicide never phased Minho. More often than not, he was the reason behind people taking their own lives instead of suffering at his cruel hands. So why did he intervene? Why did he run over to the other side as quickly as he could, praying that he'll get there in time to stop her?

He's certainly never prayed for anything else before.

Why did he care?

They only shared one kiss and some silent greetings from the other side of the bridge.

That's all.

So why did he find himself pulling on her arm with all his strength?

"Yah," he started. "if you really want to give up on your life so easily, give it to me."

Did she hear him right?

"What are you saying?" she asked, perplexed. "Why did you stop me?"

Despite what she just tried to do, she was composed and calm. The only indication that she could've been nervous were her still rapid breaths.

"You heard me. Instead of throwing it all away, give it to me. I'll handle it with care, doll."

His gaze was burning through her skull, but the scariest thing of it all was that he actually looked like he meant it.

He wanted her. Badly.

And he always got what he wanted, one way or another.

Minho let go of her arm and bent down to pick her shoes, helping her put them on.

Her still expressionless face turned into a frown, as she spoke:

"Minho, there's nothing you can use me for. I don't feel anything anymore. I'm broken beyond repair..."

"I doubt that, Iris. So, why don't you join me?" He stood up and held out his hand towards her expectantly.

"I'm not doing this for you, just so you know. I'm doing this for me." He continued, bringing a small chuckle out of her.

Iris noticed the familiar lust in his eyes and she knew that it had nothing to do with her whatsoever. She knew he was infatuated with her from the first moment their eyes met, and the touch of their tongues two months ago only proved so further.

She had to be crazy to take his hand.

But what was there to lose that she hasn't already lost?

So, as crazy as it seemed, she grabbed his hand and held on to it for dear life.

He reciprocated the gesture and gently folded his palm to completely capture hers, both starting to walk away from the bridge.

~

"Where are we going?" she asked, walking next to him leisurely.

"Hmm, what about a hotel for now? I can't take you home just yet."

"Why not? Do you have a girlfriend waiting for you? A few children you're trying to run away from?"

"Pff, girlfriend? Why not wife?" He chuckled.

"Because you don't wear a ring, nor do you have any mark on your finger to indicate that you ever wore one."

"Observant."

"That's my job."

"Yea? What do you do for a living?"

"I studied psychology for a few years, and now I'm a therapist." She said, before muttering a small "Was." under her breath, too quiet for Minho to hear.

"Beautiful and smart. But doll, since you're going to follow me, you'll need to stop working. I'll give you as much money as you want anyway."

"... As you know, I was planning to die tonight, so I quit my job already. But really? How much money is that?"

"You name it. No amount is off the table."

"1 million dollars."

"Sure. That's nothing." He shrugged.

"Hm, is that so? Let me ask you one question then – are we talking cash only?"

Minho stopped and looked at her.

"What is it, doll?" Iris smirked.

"Why would you ask that?"

"Hmm." She shrugged. "Since you know what I do for a living, shouldn't you also tell me what you do?"

"Seems you already figured it out somehow." A mischievous grin appeared on his face.

"Perhaps. Let me know how close I am. Your fighting skills are immaculate, and you carry yourself with a lot of confidence. You could've been a policeman, in a perfect world, maybe, but since you're willing to throw so much money out the window for, essentially, a stranger, I'd say there's no way. You're a gangster, maybe?"

He fooled around with many girls before, with some of them even for multiple months until he inevitably got bored, but they never came close to at least guessing what he did. No matter how much money he'd throw their way, how many details he'd share. They were all oblivious.

But Iris?

Oh, how intelligent she was. Way too delicious.

"You knew, but still chose to follow me?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Mhm. You know, Minho? I've had many clients and I've dealt with many criminals in my short-lived career. Maybe some of them your friends?" She winked playfully. "It became so easy to see through them... they're all like glass. Their intentions are clearly visible to me."

"Is that so?" He asked, curiosity lacing his tone. He wanted to know more about her.

"You, however... seem to be more human than any other criminal or normal person I've met. Since I can't seem to get rid of you and you won't even let me die in peace... why not just join you and satisfy this curiosity of mine?"

"They say if you play with fire, you get burned."

"I'm not wooden, Minho. I'm gasoline."

Oh, how much he liked her.

"Why work with criminals, though? Why pick that field instead of living a chill life and listening to regular people's rants?"

"..."

"Is it the same reason that brought you on top of the bridge's railing tonight?"

"You're observant as well." She smiled. "It is. I just... wanted to get something back for myself."

"You've said that before."

"I didn't, though. I didn't get it back. I don't know how to get it back. So, I did the only thing that could stop this... train of thoughts I can't shut down."

"What is it that you lost?"

"That's a story for another night, doll." She smiled. "Do take me to your house though, will you? No hotels."

"If you insist..."

~

~Iris' POV~

"Shit, you weren't joking when you said a million bucks is nothing to you." I remarked, as Minho led me to an enormous house in the heart of the city. If not for the large gates where the garden starts, you'd think this was in the middle of a public park, judging by the size.

"Of course I wasn't." Minho rolled his eyes.

I was impressed. This was one big ass house you normally only see in movies, or on Google Maps if you're bored enough, and it's so perfectly strategically hidden, that you wouldn't even know such a wonderful mansion is hiding among the greenery.

"So, who else lives here?"

"My brothers and sisters, you'll get along well." He winked, opening the big mansion's door.

As soon as you could peek inside, the first thing you'd see is a big ballroom-like space with an intricate staircase leading upstairs.

What kind of parties must be happening here? I thought, but brushed the thought away. I didn't want to end up caught in superficial details, even though getting lost in details was what I was most used to doing.

When we entered, a very attractive man stepped out of a room on the right side – what seemed to be a kitchen – and stared at us intimidatingly.

"Who is this?" he asked coldly, eyeing me up and down.

What a bad day to not wear my usual work clothes: the pencil skirt and my high heels. It would've been a different kind of power play, perhaps, taking into account the man's elegant attire.

"Chris, hello to you too." Minho replied, taking my hand in his protectively. His hand was warm, and his thumb grazed over mine assuringly.

You are safe. Is what he wanted to tell me. I will protect you no matter what.

This Chris dude, despite his daunting appearance, looked absolutely harrowing. His skin was dull, his eyes puffy, big dark circles surrounding them, and his hands were shaking a bit; he had ridges around his nails' bed.

Sleep deprivation and vitamin B deficiency. I thought.

"Yes, yes, hello." He replied, slight irritability in his tone. "Now, back to this question, who is this?"

"Well, 'this' is right in front of you, and you can address her directly." I spoke, taking my hand out of Minho's and handing it towards the man, in anticipation of a shake.

"I am Iris. It's nice to meet you, Chris." I put on my best smile, following his reactions.

He contemplated for a second before shaking my hand, his eyes staring directly into mine. They were devoid of any emotion; only an authoritative figure would be able to look so soulless.

"So, Iris, what brings you to my mansion?"

"You must be the boss, then." I smiled, my words making him raise an eyebrow.

"And you must know what we're doing, then. Minho, may we have a word in private?"

~

~Minho's POV~

"Minho, may we have a word in private?" Chan spoke, his cold gaze meeting mine. I needed to play my cards right.

What should I say? Should I lie? Should I tell him I'm in love with her or something? I thought, but before having enough time to react, Iris started speaking again.

"Chris, I'm a licensed therapist specialising in psychological criminology and Minho brought me here to help all of you manage your emotions. Of course, I won't interfere in any way with your business, nor do I care for it too much." she shrugged.

What game is she playing?

For a brief moment, confusion was written all over Chan's face, before it contorted with anger.

"Why?" He asked, annoyed. "What are you getting out of it?"

"Out of what?" Iris asked, her brows furrowing as if she was puzzled by his sudden outburst.

"Out of coming here."

"... A fresh start, and I've been promised some pretty bucks." She replied after contemplating for a few seconds. "So, I followed him." Iris smiled and pointed her thumb to me.

"Minho, I told you countless times that I don't need therapy, and what do you do? You go out of your way and bring in a stranger-"

"Don't you, though?" Iris interrupted him; her tone was harsh, as if she was threatening him.

"Look, I don't know what he told you about me, but-"

"He didn't tell me anything." She smiled. "I never get info on my clients from somebody else. I like to make my own analysis. Actually, before walking through the door I didn't even know your name, nor did Minho mention anything about you specifically needing therapy. But after speaking with you for just 2 minutes, I can tell you need help, and I can help you."

"I don't need any help. I already told you." He retorted, defence lacing his tone.

"Chris, let me point something out to you. You are currently trembling, and you are getting more irritated by the minute. You most likely don't know why you're shaking, nor why your hands and feet are probably tingling right now. Either that, or they are completely numb."

"..."

"Okay... since you let me continue... I can tell from a glance that you have a severe case of insomnia and a lack of appetite that is causing all sorts of issues with your body, mainly a vitamin deficit. I'm no doctor, though, so you might want to get that checked out."

Fuck, she's good. I smirked. She was really observant, and she completely got Chris' attention.

"No, I'm really okay-"

"What did you eat today?"

"... what?"

"How much?" Iris kept her professional smile on her lips.

"... one apple?"

"And yesterday?"

"..."

"Two days ago? Last week? Last month?"

"Look, I told you-"

"Aren't you feeling more drained of energy than ever?"

"..."

"And right now, Chris... you started involuntarily fidgeting. Are you feeling restless? Why are you breathing faster and sweating, hm? Could it be that... everything I said... was spot on... and you're getting nervous?" she smiled gently.

"This doesn't mean anything..." he rubbed his nape.

"Let me help you."

"I don't need help."

"We can get to the bottom of it together." She spoke calmly.

Her sweet voice was becoming an obsession; it was melody to my ears. Would she speak that gently to me as well?

It was like magic. The way she articulated her words made you want to open up to her, to let her know anything and everything. Maybe what they say is true, and every human being has something to them that makes them special. Some sort of magic.

Maybe that thing about Iris was her soothing voice.

"No." Chris replied again, lowering his head and rubbing his forehead. "You can't do anything to help me. No one can."

"That's not true."

"Unless you can change the past." Chan chuckled bitterly. He probably didn't realise it, but he was opening up to her just by telling her this small detail – that there was something in his past that needed to be changed somehow, that he was powerless in this regard, however, and there was no way to change anything.

It was the first time since killing Hyo that Chan seemed not so opposed to the idea of trusting someone new.

Maybe it was because I was the one to bring Iris here. He could've pulled out his gun and shot her, with how impulsive he's been lately. This was the reason why I was reluctant to bring Iris to this place, instead of a hotel. We've all been walking on eggshells around him.

But he didn't.

Maybe he still trusted my judgement.

He didn't ever hold Emilia's death over my head, even though I shared part of the blame for it. I, too, trusted Hyo more that night, and accepted every word she told us without questioning them for a second. Still, in Chan's eyes, I was not at fault, and he never blamed me.

Maybe that's why I felt so responsible for everything, why I so desperately wanted to make things right.

"I'm afraid I can't do that." Iris touched his shoulder, making him flinch. However, he didn't move away. "I can't turn back time."

It was such a simple sentence, but it managed to bring a smile to Chan's face. The first genuine one I've seen lately. Last one was at Changbin's birthday party, but even that felt like a lifetime ago. It just occurred to me that he no longer smiles as carefree or brightly as he used to. It was so weird to see Chris like this again, but it felt so good, too. Liberating, almost.

Maybe all he needed all this time was to open up to someone else, a stranger with no ties to what went down that could objectively analyse the facts, that wouldn't be emotionally involved.

"I can, however, help you make sense of what happened in the past, and make you start accepting where you went wrong, instead of blaming and tormenting yourself to the point of self-destruction." Iris continued, returning his smile.

Her magic seemed to have the same effect on Chris as it did on me, I figured after hearing a small whisper saying "Okay."

"Thank you." She resumed her spot next to me and grabbed my hand, squeezing it.

She must've been nervous as well, but she didn't let it show at all, like a true professional.

"Then... will you show her the house, Minho?" Chan scratched his nape and started heading upstairs. "I'm really tired, I'll try to take a nap for now."

"Sure thing, boss."

~

Iris grazed the whole railing with her fingertips so gently, I remember the way she drew circles on my nape when we kissed so many nights ago. She seemed so caught up in the details, that I wasn't sure if I wanted to interrupt her thoughts.

I guided her to my room, and she seemed so curious about everything, taking in as much as possible. When I first saw her and got mesmerised, I had no idea she was going to end up being here.

I've never brought anyone back home before.

"This place is so beautiful. Who are these people?" She spoke after a while, stopping in front of the wood cabinet on the left side of the room and glancing at the big picture on the wall.

"That is... every important person that ever stepped in this house."

"Tell me their names." She smiled. "And their stories. Something about them that makes them be who they are in your eyes."

"Okay..." I chuckled. "This is Jisung, my best friend. He gets me. Hyunjin is... a very artistic person. Maybe you'll be invited to the greenhouse one day, to paint."

"The greenhouse?"

"Mhm. It's an art studio in the back gardens... I'll walk you through them tomorrow, during light. The gardens are very beautiful. I think you'd like them."

"Yea." She hummed. "I think so too."

"This right here is Felix, he lightens up any room he walks in."

"His smile is beautiful." Iris complimented.

"This is Momo, she is my partner. We do business together..."

"What kind of business?"

Should I tell her?

If she's going to live here, she should know, right?

"... gun trades." I hesitated but replied after a while.

Iris just nodded.

"Changbin... is a very supportive friend. He's the next in line if something happens to Chris or me."

"He's hot." She mumbled, and I playfully slapped her arm.

"Don't." I said with a slight chuckle.

"Just saying. He hits the gym, and it shows." She shrugged.

"Anyways, this is Jeongin. He used to be... really happy. But now... you'll see. You should try talking to him too, maybe you can help him."

"Yea. I'll try."

"This over here is Hyo. We don't really... talk about her."

"Why not?"

"She... betrayed us." I spoke, remembering that night almost 2 years ago when I so blindly trusted her. "This is Seungmin. He has snarky remarks, but he's a funny guy."

"Snarky remarks. My favourites." Iris chuckled.

"You already know Chris and me. Should we go to sleep?"

"You didn't tell me who she is." Iris pointed out to the one person I didn't want to talk about, for I was still holding on to the guilt of that night.

"That's..."

"The reason why Chris wants a time machine." She pointed out plainly.

"Mhm. Emilia. Soon will be her 2-year death anniversary."

"Chris looks so happy next to her..."

"He was. He was so happy, and we all ruined it."

"How?" Iris touched my right cheek gently, wiping away a tear I haven't even realised fell off.

"I really don't like... looking at this picture."

"I know. That's okay."

"We... killed her. All of us, with the dumb decisions we made that night... when Hyo betrayed us. I can't understand how we trusted her so blindly..."

"You know, Minho? The harshest betrayal never comes from your enemies."

"I know..."

"You were not wrong to trust someone." She whispered.

"I was not right either."

"We all make mistakes. What Chris feels right now... is not your fault. Don't put all the blame on yourself."

Her hand was still on my cheek, and I leaned into her touch.

How did she know? I wondered.

How did she know that I've been pondering on this over and over, that the only reason I've been coming to the bridge at 3 AM was because it was the only place where I could stop myself from thinking of everything that I could've done differently?

How did she know that I needed to be comforted?

I haven't even shared that much, but she seemed to have it all figured it out. She seemed to understand Chris, what happened, and me.

I let my head fall on her shoulder as she took me into a warm embrace.

Her waist fit perfectly in my hands, and as I pulled my head away, I pressed our lips together. I kissed her eagerly, loving her sweet tongue on mine, but unlike last time, I didn't want to do anything that would risk her moving away from me. I let her be in control, and she thoroughly explored my mouth, our breaths turning into short gasps in the few seconds we would spend apart.

Her hands found their way to my back, holding on to me as if I were an anchor to her. I wanted more, and for a short moment, I thought she wanted more as well, as our bodies stumbled on the bed and she got on top of me, not missing a beat.

She kissed me hungrily, but I happened to be even hungrier than she was. It was getting excruciatingly hard to let her have her way with me when all I wanted was to spin us around, get on top of her and fuck her senseless.

Still, I didn't do anything besides responding to her every touch the same way, my hands never once leaving her waist.

After a bit more kissing, she pulled away, the smeared lipstick on her face and innocent look in her black eyes driving me crazy.

"I'm sorry, Minho. I think it would be best to stop here and go to sleep." Her weight disappeared from my body, and her words left me cold. "It's been a long night for me..."

"Okay." I replied, wanting to seem indifferent. Even so, she could read me like an open book, so she just chuckled.

"Don't be disappointed. In normal circumstances you'd be here alone, and I'd be lying on the bottom of the lake, lungs full of water."

"Do you really have to put it that way?" I retorted. For some reason, I disliked hearing about her death, although what she was saying was true.

We weren't exactly from different worlds. If I would've done anything stupid enough to get caught, I might have even gotten to know her. But still, both of us finding solace on that bridge, with the abyss below us, felt like fate pulling its strings.

"Why, Minho, does death bother you?" She smiled.

"It doesn't. I just want to find out why it brings you so much comfort."

She looked away. It appears I once again hit a nerve.

"I will bring you some clothes to change into. Do you mind sleeping together?"

"What, you have such a big mansion and no free rooms?" She chuckled lightly.

"There are two empty rooms..."

"But not really empty, are they?"

I nodded. She got it once more.

It felt good to not have to say out loud that Emilia's room has stayed the same ever since she left, or that there were still Hyo's socks in the drawer next to the bed in her room. So much for having empty rooms.

"Let's sleep together, then. I don't mind waking up to an attractive man that's madly in love with me." She laughed.

"Don't push it." I joked back and threw her some of my pyjamas.

She went to change, and when she returned, we laid down next to each other in bed, our feet touching.

She closed her eyes and sighed, letting her body relax against the pillow.

"What are you thinking about?" I whispered.

"This day... was insane. What am I doing here?" She chuckled.

"You gave me your life, remember?"

"Mhm. Will you give me yours as well?"

"Only if you tell me how you do it."

"How I do what?"

"How you realised how Chris was feeling, how you knew not to ask further when I told you about the rooms... how you knew that we've been hurting..." I closed my eyes as well, feeling myself get sleepy.

"It takes one to know one." She whispered.

"You were not too far off earlier." I replied, feeling myself slowly drift off to sleep. "I am kind of... in love..."

"Sleep." She commanded with a slight chuckle in that persuasive but soothing voice of hers, and listening to her, I gave in, the events of today tiring me to the point of exhaustion.

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Chapter 1 | Chapter 3

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I can't wait for the next part of the trio saving werewolf!reader it was so good!

Ask: I can't wait for the next part of the trio saving werewolf!reader it was so good! 

Ask: Hi! Just read part one of what is hopefully a mini-series of the trio x werewolf reader, and I can’t wait to see what happens next. If you like some suggestions on how to continue: maybe part two could be about the Reader learning how to be free, or perhaps the Trio helping reader recover enough to be able to shift back to being a human? Either way, can’t wait to see what else you have planned. Thank you so much!

[Combining the two asks here.]

A/N: My toxic trait? Answering asks for Part 2s of something I wrote over a year ago and then promptly abandoned lol. (To Read Part 1 to refresh your memory, like I had to do, click here [x].)

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“Do you think they’ll ever be able to turn back?” Sypha asked from where she stood, in one of the many rows of bookshelves lining the Belmont hold. 

Several levels below her, Trevor grunted as he hauled large pieces of shattered support beams to the base of the main staircase. “It’s impressive how sentient they are now, being a were-creature and all.” 

“Yes, but they don’t want to stay a creature for the rest of their lives.” 

“Well, life isn’t always fucking fair,” Trevor cursed, half-out of breath, as he began lugging the large beam up the stairs. 

“I’m fairly certain she knows that,” Alucard intervened, entering the main chamber, having just arrived fresh off the newly built lift he installed. “Speakers see far more suffering than most people, seeing as they believe it is their duty to help the less fortunate.” 

“How’s the lift?” Sypha asked, coming over to the railing. “Does it work? Were the calculations correct?” 

Alucard nodded. “I needed to modify a few measurements, considering the potential excess weight load-”

“We’re not that heavy,” Trevor interrupted. “Or do you plan to start bringing villagers in by the dozen and give tours?” 

Alucard narrowed his eyes at Trevor. “I was considering the repairs that need to be done for all the damage the night creatures inflicted. Unless of course, you’d prefer to drag that thing up yet another hundred feet.” 

Trevor huffed, refusing to show his fatigue. “What? This old thing?” He locked his knees to keep them from buckling. “Can barely feel it.” 

Sypha rolled her eyes. “Could the two of you stop competing for one second?! We’re supposed to be looking for ways to help our friend!” 

Admitting defeat, Trevor dropped the large piece of timber at the next landing. “Sypha, we’ve been at it for months. Every book says the same thing: only the shapeshifter can cause a shift at will. Outside of whoever cursed them with the affliction undoing it themselves. Or killing the shapeshifter and using death magic to alter their form post-mortem, there’s nothing any of us can do.” 

Accepting her friend had a point, Sypha took one of the adjoining bridges, healing toward Trevor as he stopped to catch his breath. 

“I could freeze that beam and toss it out you know,” she gestured to where Alucard currently stood. 

“The last time you did that, we ended up with a giant hole in the ground.” 

“That wasn’t me, that was the night creatures.” 

“But you did break the castle,” Alucard countered. “All of the gears were melted.”

“I did not! I do not break things. I am a Speaker, I fix things!” 

Alucard chuckled, sharing a knowing look with Trevor. For as knowledgeable as she was, she certainly had a hard time admitting when she was wrong. 

“In either case, it will take years to repair, even with my vampiric speed and strength. Dracula engineered those cogs and wheels over several centuries, often hiring the best blacksmiths around.” 

The trio boarded the lift together, Trevor having decided to leave the broken beam behind for another day. 

“They worked here? With him?” Sypha asked. 

“The castle’s forge is quite extensive. And no matter their level of skill, I doubt any local blacksmith’s forge would be large enough to mold such immense gears. They could only manage such creation within the walls of the castle.” 

Trevor scoffed. “Did they know who they were working for?” 

“I’m certain they had suspicions, but I doubt my Fath-, Dracula ever told them the truth.” 

“That’s-” Trevor started.

“Sad,” Sypha finished for him. “To be alone all that time. To not be able to tell anyone who you are.” 

The ingenious pulley system lift finally came to a stop as it became level with the forest ground outside the Belmont hold. 

“Is that why you wish to help them so badly?” Alucard asked, referring to their new werewolf companion. “You feel they’re lonely?” 

“Well they were lonely, back in that cage, in that life,” Sypha reminded her friends, as Alucard locked the lift in place.

“They seem better now,” Trevor remarked, being the first to disembark. “After all, you keep bugging them every day, they’re hardly lonely.” 

Sypha elbowed him, lovingly. “I do not bug them. They enjoy my company.” 

“You keep forgetting Speakers are used to traveling in large groups,” Alucard reminded Belmont, once again, as the trio made their way back toward the entrance of the castle. “It’s shocking how much you've forgotten, the two of you being companions and all.” 

“The three of us being companions,” Sypha placed a reassuring hand on Alucard’s shoulder. 

The dhampir gave a soft smile at the Speaker’s action before averting his eyes. Stepping out of her embrace, he started to ascend the many stone steps at the front of the castle. 

“It’s about time for dinner. Let me see what I can cook up.” 

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It had been a few months since the trio and their newfound companion arrived back home at Castlevania. Most of that time was spent with Sypha and Trevor bickering over how best to treat their new friend, while Alucard dedicated his time in between assessing the broken mechanisms of the castle to reading all of the tomes his father had collected on shapeshifting. Unfortunately, all roads pointed in the same direction: it was up to their friend to shift themselves back. 

At the present moment their werewolf friend, or Wynn, as they liked to be called, was resting in one of the many castle bedrooms. Their furry body was sprawled out over the entire length of the mattress, as they lazily tracked falling specks of dust around with their big puppy-dog eyes. 

Despite spending so much time resting, they felt exhausted this evening. It was as if the last few months of recovery meant nothing! 

‘I don’t know why I’m so tired,’ they thought, shifting to curl up in a tighter ball. 

Finally shutting their eyes, they made one final wish before drifting off to sleep, the same wish they had been making every night for god knows how long. 

‘Please let me be human when I wake up, please.’ 

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The sun had barely peaked over the horizon. Trevor and Alucard had woken up early to finally start clearing the major debris from the Belmont hold using the newly designed lift. So far Alucard had cleared twelve large beams while Trevor had managed to remove seven. Not that it was a competition or anything. It was at this point that Sypha had come to join them. 

“Well if it isn’t Sleeping Beauty, finally come to grace us humble footmen with her presence,” Trevor ribbed. 

“Nice pile,” Sypha gestured to Trevor’s lesser stack laid out next to Alucard’s. 

Trevor snorted. “Nice comeback.” 

Sypha crossed her arms. “I had a very long night last night. Which was entirely your fault by the way.” 

“My fault?” Trevor guffawed. “No no, I believe that last round was your fault.” 

Alucard, who had been watching amusedly from the sides, chose this moment to step in. “No, she’s right, I recall you were the one enticing us into that last round.” 

“Well, it’s not my fault if- hey,” Trevor suddenly straightened his back, and pointed to something in the distance. “Who’s that?” 

Both Alucard and Sypha turned around to see who Trevor was referring to. Almost immediately, Sypha clasped her hands together happily and began running over to meet this ‘stranger’. 

“Looks like Sypha wasn’t the last one to wake up,” Alucard nudged Trevor to come along. 

“No, but seriously, who the hell is that?” Trevor asked Alucard, keeping his wits about him. 

“You’re joking.” 

“I’ve never seen that person before in my life.” 

“That’s because you’ve never seen them before as a human.” 

Sypha, having finally reached Wynn where they stood, proudly and excitedly in their human form, pulled them in for a big hug. Clasping each other in a tight embrace, the two companion’s eyes began to water. 

“It’s so good to finally see you, my friend!” Sypha laughed, hugging Wynn closer. 

“It’s so good to be seen!” Wynn answered back, clearly overjoyed. 

After a good long moment, Sypha finally let go, turning around to face the boys. “Look who it is!” 

Wynn gave a polite wave, suddenly overcome by shyness under the focus of all three of their friends. “Um, hi? It’s nice to finally meet you.” 

Alucard stuck his hand out for a handshake, which Wynn eagerly accepted. “Likewise.” 

Sensing Trevor’s hesitation, Wynn outstretched their hand to Trevor. 

Shaking his head, Trevor grasped Wynn’s hand and pulled them in for a hug, nearly knocking them off their feet. 

Speechless and touched by Trevor’s gesture, Sypha shot a knowing look at Alucard. 

Despite being their gruff, sarcastic, and sometimes slower friend, Trevor really was like a teddy bear deep, deep underneath that jaded exterior. Sure, very few would ever come to know it unless they were close to him, but that made the trio’s relationship all the more special. And it was a very telling sign that Trevor was able to let his guard down for the sake of their new friend. 

It was as if at that very moment, the trio had become a quartet. And Wynn couldn’t be happier to finally be a part of it. 

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FIRE AND BLOOD THE FANFIC (DARK!AEGON AND DARK! AEMOND X OC) (Chapter 21: The dance of the two dragons)

CONCEPT:

You are the Lady Brienne Beesbury, Aegon's tutor for his Valyrian lessons. You are elegant and the beloved daughter of Lyman Beesbury, his youngest precious daughter. Needless to say, your pupil Aegon takes a interest in you, and when Aemond also takes a interest in you, things go south rather quickly. They make a deal that you are quick to accept: You will be their plaything for their dark pleasures. You just had no idea.......How far the realm would burn, and how much you all would suffer because of these choices.

WARNINGS: A lot happens, aemond and aegon fighting, jealousy, non-con, forced marriages and MAJOR BOOK SPOILERS REGARDING HELAENA TARGARYEN. (FOR REAL!)

Aemond and you land that evening in King’s Landing. He helps you off Vhagar’s back, chuckling as you stumble, your legs barely adjusted to the sturdy ground. He catches you before you can fall, kissing your bloodied forehead. His lips have a red print of blood on them, and you are certain not even the Stranger himself can make that man stop smiling.

You are escorted to the Red Keep by him. He never lets go of your hand as you two walk to the entrance to the council room. Ser Criston Cole is keeping guard by the door, awaiting the prince. He straightens his back and greets Aemond with a bow. ‘’My prince. My lady. You both look as if a calamity happened.’’

You glance slightly in Aemond’s direction. He is the prince. He must do the speaking for you. You are the calamity. You let Aemond speak for the both of you. Aemond puts his hands on his back, folding them, letting go of you for one brief moment. ‘’Cole. We went to the Riverlands. Lovely scenery. A bit too dull for my personal preferences. Luckily, my lady found a way to brighten the dull environment up.’’

‘’Your brother is in there. As is the hand, your mother, grand Maester Orwyle, and Larys Strong. Tyland Lannister is there as well.’’ You finally have names to the mysterious council that serves Aegon. You take your leave, understanding that Aemond is needed in that room as well. You stand on your toes to reach his forehead and kiss him full of devotion, parting with great sadness written in your eyes. ‘’You left them waiting quite some time, my prince. We expected you by dusk.’’ Cole continues berating Aemond for his tardiness. You can’t help but glare at Cole.

You step between the two men. ‘’My father was expected to turn seventy-five this year. Men don’t always meet their expectations. Princes especially. Surely you agree, Lord Commander?’’ You speak sweetly, your voice full of honey.

Aemond does not let himself get insulted that easily either, and sizes Cole up. ‘’Good thing I have returned. Shall we?’’ That smirk of him proves nothing good. But when he looks at you, all you see is the shadow of the man he once was. You bring out the light in him. You reach for his hand once more. He smiles, petting your hands and kissing your lips full of passion. Cole coughs and rolls his eyes. ‘’Wait up for me. I might have a surprise for you if things go well.’’ Aemond whispers.

They finally take their leave and close the door behind them.

You are curious as to what they discuss there. Luckily, you grew up here as well. You know very well of the hidden painting and the space where you can easily listen in on what they will discuss.

Aemond sits far from Aegon, and several others are sitting between them. Aegon sits on one head, Aemond being the guest sits on the other end. ‘’Now that we are finally all here, let us discuss business.’’ The hand speaks, glaring at his second youngest grandchild. Aemond leans back in his chair and patiently waits for the chance to speak.

They discuss Harrenhall, as well as other settlements taken by Black forces. You also hear of the battle for your hometown, where they are met with more resistance than they had hoped. Death toll is rising as is hunger. Eventually, Aemond has the chance to speak. He raises from his chair, speaking. He and Aegon are right in front of one another. ‘’I have an announcement to make.’’ He speaks, staring his brother down. You feel your heartbeat increase as you play with your necklace.

Aegon blinks as all heads turn to the prince. ‘’You do?’’ He asks, surprised.

The kinslayer nods. ‘’Yes. I have decided to take a different lady wife. I will annul my engagement with Floris. We will both agree on an alternative agreement. If my son with my new wife comes of age, he will wed one of her daughters. If she has no daughters, he will marry another one of her sister’s daughters to ensure our agreement with House Baratheon remains.’’ That is a good idea, in theory. You know that a fair world would be a good idea, in theory. But that will never happen. You think Aemonds proposal is a stuppid one, one doomed to fail.

His plan is not fail proof, however. You do not know if Floris has another marriage prospect. If she was set to marry the prince, word has spread that she is reserved for Aemond. Any man with a brain would not oppose Aemond Targaryen. ‘’She apparently has a sweetheart in the Riverlands, named Lord Edgar FyshCreek. The two of them will marry the young sweethearts.’’ He says. You know Edgar very well. You were friends once. You know that Edgar is kind, perhaps a bit of a pushover, but with Floris as his wife, he will perhaps finally learn a thing or two about wit.

Aemond continues laying out his masterplan and you worry when exactly he started to plan all of this. ‘’Their daughter will marry into our house, marrying my son with my new preferred wife.’’ He says. ‘’We will both agree..’’ he said, so she hasn’t agreed yet. Come to think of it, this is so sudden he likely hasn’t informed her at all.

The council is silent as the grave. Tyland Lannister only shakes his head, and Larys Strong smiles, but it is a sad smile. ‘’Who is the lucky woman, my prince?’’ He asks, the little weasel. He butters up to Aemond, and sadly, Aemond does not mind his step anymore.

Aemond’s eye sparkles with love when he speaks your name out loud. ‘’Brienne of house Beesbury.’’ You did have a feeling, but to hear it out loud is surreal. Aemond wants you to marry him. He stares at no one but at his brother. Aegon stares at his fingers, his ripped nails, and studies them, ignoring his brother’s glance.

The council erupts into multiple protests. Alicent sighs deeply but seems not to be surprised. I'm only disappointed. Otto is mortified and horrified at once, Tyland just sits and smiles. ‘’You can’t.’’ The hand croaks. ‘’Aemond! We worked hard to secure Storm’s End. You can not give it all up for a whore!’’ You scoff but don’t reply, watching in silence as the chaos unfolds.

He slams his hands on the table, rising. ‘’Aemond. We killed her father, a known traitor. At this moment, we are busy crushing her traitor rebellion brothers and digging their graves.’’ Aemond does hear his grandfather but he chooses to ignore him. He knows the importance of Storm’s end but he wants you as his wife more than he wants his duties. He always called himself the bigger brother, the better one when it came to duties but now he is the one who is willing to stab it all in the back. For you.

Alicent takes hold of Aemond’s hands.

‘’I understand that you love her, Aemond-’’ She pauses. ‘’We can’t allow this to happen. Aegon, talk sense into your brother.’’

Aegon stands up, as does Aemond. ‘’You will do no such thing, brother. You will not marry Brienne. You will do your duty and marry Floris Baratheon.’’ He says, slowly speaking each and every word. Aemond’s lips turn into a scowl.

Aemond scoffs, anger written across his face. He grabs hold of his brother, begging him with something you never saw in his eyes before. Hope. ‘’If you care for my happiness, if you love me as your brother, if you value me even a little bit, just a tiny bit..’’ He leans into Aegon’s arms so that he can’t look away from Aemond. ‘’You will let me marry her.’’ He speaks. You are touched but also worried. One time they nearly killed one another when there was jealousy. And now there is a proposal.

‘’Please. I am begging you. She is all I ever wanted.’’ Aemond begs, and you feel confused and conflicted.

Aegon pushes Aemond off with cold eased movements before getting in his scarred face. ‘’My answer is final. You will do best to remember that. You will marry Floris Baratheon. You will set out with your dragon today, and you won’t see Brienne for a while.’’ He orders Aemond and you feel bad for both. Aegon is in love with you, but so is Aemond. A proposal from both or either can bring death.

To think that Aemond one-eye, the same man who watched Aegon take the crown, the throne, a working dragon egg, their sister, their ancestor’s crown and sword would leave it at that, would be foolish and naief. ‘’You think you can keep us apart? She loves me! She killed for me! We’ve bonded in the way of our old house!’’

Slowly, Aegon’s eyes go up and his voice becomes thin as ice. ‘’What ways?’’ He asks, coldly and reserved in ways that don’t fit him.

And Aemond smirks knowing his bait has been picked up by the King. Aemond has no trouble shaming you in front of the entire council.

Aemond smirks, proud.

‘’I took her for a dragon ride.’’ He leaves it up to his brother if he means that you rode his dragon or something else that belongs to him.

Aegon laughs, quickly reminding him that he showed you his dragon first. You rode Sunfyre first. ‘’She flew with me and Sunfyre first.’’ He says. "I don't think that a girl as Brienne, a gentle sweet girl, can appreciate an old ancient hag as Vhagar. She wants the glitter and the shiny things in life."

You never knew that such a sweet sentence could make you tear up. Once you were a sweet innocent girl. But that girl died for the sake of your own survival. You had two choices: Become Aemond's pet or let him become yours.

But Aemond is not done yet. He can only keep smirking and deals the other blow to his brother. "You may have showed her your dragon, but tell me, Aegon;Did she kill for you? Did she feed corpses to your dragon? Did she fuck you dry when you burned cities with your dragon, because she did with me. I showed her true power and true fire and true blood and she wants nothing less anymore.’’ Aemond shows his bloodied sword to prove his words as Aegon is silent. All he does is gulp and stare at his feet. You see a broken man.

And your heart breaks the same moment his does.

Aemond chuckles. ‘’Perhaps once you had her heart, but it belongs to me now. You are only making a fool of yourself for keeping us apart.’’ He says.

Without further explanation or reason, you watch as Aegon's hands connects with Aemond's scarred cheek. The king is seething. ‘’One more word and you’ll be known as Aemond no-tongue as well.’’ He warns his younger brother when Aemond feels his red cheek with a scowl. ‘’Get fucking flying. For your own sake. I don’t want to see you for a while.’’ He warns his brother. "Go to your wife. Go to Floris and you will invited back to King's Landing."

Alicent tries her best to smooth the situation but she only makes it worse. ‘’It is for the best, Aemond-’’

He shrugs his mother off. ‘’I suppose since you had a unhappy marriage, your children must all suffer your fate, don’t we, mother?’’ He spats at her. With those words, Aemond leaves the council room.

You leave now that you have had your information. You have much to think about.

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That night you prepare for Aemond's visit. They have allowed you back in your old rooms as promised. Your toys and plushies are no longer in sight. You have put them in a box locked with a key.

You are trying on different dresses that show off more of your breasts and neck area.

A servant announces a visitor. And it's not Aemond. "His majesty, King Aegon II of house Targaryen-"

"That's quite enough. I don't have all night." He tells her. The girl makes a curtesy before heading off.

You are still in only a corset and a pair of undergarments, deciding between a bloodred dress or a dark emerald green one. You turn to face Aegon when he takes in your body, his eyes lingering over your behind as well as your other curves.

You make a curtsy as well.

‘’Hello, my king.’’ You greet him with an innocent tight-lipped smile.

‘’Lady Beesbury.’’ He greets you stiffly. ‘’I heard rumours. About my brother and you.’’ He crosses his arms over his chest and stares at the two dresses.

‘’What kind of rumors?’’ You ask but you know that Aegon knows what you and Aemond have been up to in the Riverlands.

‘’That you terrorized the Riverlands together.’’ You ignore that statement and turn your emotions off for now. You softly touch your own breasts and eye Aegon through the mirror when slowly slipping the red gown on.

Aemond likes Green. Aegon prefers red. It is so easy.

Aegon becomes mad that you ignore him. As planned.

‘’That you fucked him, Brienne. That you watched him kill and encouraged him.’’ He sounds disgusted with your behaviour.

You sigh. You have changed perhaps. But who could not? Who would not break after what you have been submitted to?

‘’What do you want me to say, Aegon?’’ You say with a roll of your eyes. "We are at war. People die. It happens."

Your ignorance and your boredom worry him. He does not care about the peasants. But he does care about you. And about your moral compass. ‘’That it’s a lie!’’ He yells desperately for it it be one. He even has small tears in his eyes and you must master all your wits to keep from touching his face and crawling in his arms.

You instead force yourself to smile. ‘’Well, it is not. It’s not a lie. Aemond and me fucked a few times, we killed a lot of people and we even helped you by telling everyone it was Rhaenyra’s work-’’

He scoffs enraged.

‘’And you think her supporters will carry on that message for you?’’ You think not. You don't really care. The girl may tell whatever lies or truths she likes.

The people of Westeros have been conquered by dragons before. They will be conquered once again. It doesn't matter if they blame Rhaenyra or Aegon's dragons.

If it was Rhaenyra she would be hated. Of course she would. She is a woman. But because its Aegon, a male he would cause fear. Men will never see the danger of the other sex…

Not even when it will be their own downfall.

You close the distance between the two of you and comfort the King with rubbing your hands over his back, feeling the good fabric of his silken clothes. ‘’I think you seem tense. What is the problem? Are you jealous, my king? Are you jealous of your one-eyed little brother who fucked me?’’ You whisper in his ear when slowly unbuttoning your gown.

‘’He came to ask for your hand, the fool.’’ Aegon still refuses to look up. You have to tilt his chin slightly so he can see your breasts.

"Tell what else troubles you." You whisper. Aegon rapidly pushes you away from him. He glares at you.

"He destroyed you. Look at you. You are no better than a whore!" He hurts you deeply. Because his words are true. You feel dirty and inpure.

"‘’I think you’ve spend enough time in his company.’’

‘’But not nearly enough…’’ he pushes you against the wall when slowly revealing your shoulders by pulling your dress down. ‘’In the company of your king.’’

Aegon pushes you on your knees before pulling you on the pouffe in front of your vanity. He bares you naked and drops his own trousers as well. The moment you turn you are met with his erected red swollen length that is pushed in your entrance fucking you tightly. You are thrown with your chest on the pouf forced to take the cock as Aegon fucks out his anger and disappointment in you.

You turn wet easily by your feelings and your confused twisted heart when Aegon takes you for the next coming moments as only grunts and groans leave his mouth.

‘’Tell me, can he make you moan as that? I bet he can’t.’’ He boasts getting off on his brothers failures.

‘’He's incompetent when it comes to your pleasure. He only cares about his own. When we fuck, you are my queen. You hear me, Brienne? You are my priority." He promises you when smashing his mouth down on yours. You have trouble breathing when Aegon buries himself inside of you and pounds away as your breasts widely shake with every trust he gives.

You moan and as Aegon suddenly comes you are dragged along the height as well coming all over his cock when eagerly riding out your orgasm. You improvise and sit up when clinging to his shoulders when fucking his cock. You scream and fall a moment later when Aegon watches you amused.

Aegon dresses without a word and leaves. Your heart is crushed. You do know how to hurt him back. Aemond wants to marry you. A bastard will help you both. Aemond will simply do what he always does, and you will have your body to the rest.

When you look for the Kinslayer to fuck you you are met with a empty room. You recall that Aegon banished Aemond for a short while.

You do find letters. None of them speak to you. Except a recently opened letter. Aemond likely read it before he left. And you recongize the seal very well.

Oh no.

Millions of thoughts cross your head as you quickly reread the letter and your heart sinks as dread fills your chest."To Aemond Targaryen. Unfortunately, Lord Edgar FyshCreek won't marry any lady of House Baratheon."

You nearly slam your head against the desk. Edgar. Poor Edgar. He is so foolish.

Aemond is gone yes.

It was just you and Aegon's stupid mistake to let him. He is not in the Storm Lands. He is going to Edgar. And he is going to kill him for thwarting his plans.

When you return to your rooms, Aegon is there.

You don't tell about Aemonds plans yet. Because you don't know if Aemond is going to kill a man out of spite or choose his duties. You don't know if he will risk upsetting his brother even more. And you don't know if you want Aemond's anger if he is killing. And you doubt that Aegon can stop Aemond from so far away.

Aegon offers you tea. You smile and take the cup.

You try to settle your nerves. "How is your sister?" You haven't seen her in a while. You wonder how Helaena is doing. You were friends once. Before you slept with her brothers and her husband.

He does not respond at first. "Aemond wanted to keep this a secret from you." He speaks, choosing his words carefully. "I agreed because we both knew it would kill you if you had known."

Your alarms ring too late. You feel a cold shiver go down your spine. Something happened. "What?"

One word echoes through your mind. Dead. Dead. Dead.

Aegon does not lie to ease your feelings. He never did so and never will do so. "Helaena killed herself." He says.

Your mouth drops. "She…" You knew she was spirted, perhaps. But always in a positive warm matter. She was always happy and kind. For her to commit suicide, something terrible must have happened.

The king tells you and you hang to his every word anger and tears getting the better of you as you mourn your friend. You were jealous she was pregnant with Aegon's child again. And you were jealous she was his wife. And now she's dead. And you never had the decency to tell her what you did behind her back.

You burst into tears breaking. You promised yourself to be strong but this blow came unexpected.  "Assassins took my heir. They forced her to choose between our three children. Justice, the Blacks called it. What kind of justice is found in killing a child, a driving a mother to madness?" You suppose that Rhaenyra had something familair happen. She too lost a child and she too was driven to madness.

Aegon comforts you by forcing you to drink the tea. You hope it's moontea but also notice a another herb.

"Your brothers have gained…support from the North as well as the Reach and the Storm and crown lands. The Blacks are now strong allies with your house." He tells you and that surprises you. Aemond is very hush about the state of war and he made it sound as if your house was losing and would continue to lose until nothing was left.

Aegon gently rubs your back when you notice your eyes starting to drift. Your head pounds softly. "You have become a figurehead, my Brienne. People heard stories about the beautiful maiden from a small house that enchanted three princes, was forced between two sides of the war and bedded both the king and his brother."

You sound as a hero. You are anything but.

"A neutral Queen. That is what we need. I must remarry. I know you will take it well.'' Aegon's words begin to sound more sinister as you try to make sense of the tea you have had and your sudden dizziness.

Take it well? You understand it however. He is the king. He must remarry. You do wonder who he picked. Your thoughts blur together and you can't think as your muscles slowly freeze when Aegon gives you a kiss. And a another. And another…

You try to tell him you are not well. "Aeg, I don't feel so good."

He ignores you kissing away at your body when undressing himself. You can't have sex right now. "Aegon, i can't…I can't…" you try to escape but your body is frozen.

Aegon sinks inside of you with a soft grunt and takes you for a second time that night. You are in pain and too weak to fight him off. You let him have his fun and hope it ends soon as tears stream down your face.

"Stop…" you do beg from time to time. You do grunt and whimper. But all Aegon is focused on is his own pleasure.

He kisses you excusing his behaviour to you. It feels not justified. "I love you, I am so sorry but I love you too much. I asked a maester to give a little bit extra. You will be so calm tonight." You wail. He will continue this throughout the night.

"I love you too, Aegon. I'm sorry….too.." You blurt out.

And darkness swallows you whole. "Nhn…"

----- When you wake up, the worst of pain has passed. You are dressed in a white gown by servants and they were busy doing so even when you were asleep. Your hair is braided in a familair yet strange fashion. Braids.

Under the watchful eye of dozens guards you are escorted to the dragon pit. You don't know what you'll be doing there. You finally see familair faces. Aegon. Alicent. And even Otto. But the other faces of dozens of unknown inhabitants of King's landing make you uncomfertable.

And you miss so many. Your father. Helaena. Aemond.

You are tempted to rush to Aegon and to ask him what is happening. You don't understand. You glare at Aegon as you recall what he did with you last night. He took advantage of you. And he gave you something as well.

He has the audacity to smirk at you. You cross your arms. "I wish for an explanation."

"Please kneel, Brienne." Aegon speaks his voice soft as silk and sweet as honey. "It will be clear in a moment. I promise." You refuse too angry to see reason.

Ser Criston forces you to kneel, so you do.You don't understand what is happening. Perhaps you must bend the knee publicly. Have your brothers and the queen agreed to peace? Have they all found peace? Perhaps they have lost and this is a demonstration of what happens to family members of traitors. Perhaps Jace has made another proposal to you or has Aemond done something that takes it all too far.

Perhaps Aegon wants to fuck you in public.

Dozens of scenarios go through your head. Dozens of thoughts. Dozens of ideas. Some rational. Others not so much as fear makes master of you and the time closes in. None of the ideas are sane.

But none are as insane, When the septon approaches you with a pillow with a crown on it. None of your thoughts prepared you for what would happen next. Nor for the words that the septon speaks as he places the crown on your head. "All hail Queen Brienne, first of her name! The Ivory Queen!"

Your body freezes hearing those words, and you suddenly understand what Aegon meant. He was pressured into taking another wife. He heard you were becoming popular. He combined two problems and made it his solution. And your end.

Because the Blacks might forgive you for being a prisoner. But they won't forgive you for being a queen.

Ser Criston brings you to Aegon, who presents you proudly to an enthusiast public. They scream your name and wave their arms. Aegon finally takes your hands into his own and looks into your eyes. "With this kiss, I pledge my love. I pledge my loyalty, and I take you for my lady and my wife..." He speaks loudly.

You gasp as the septon smiles at you, waiting for you to repeat rose words. You can't. You can't become the Queen. You can't become his queen. Or aemonds. Or anyone's. You can't rule nations. Aegon chuckles dangerously in your ear. "I see how it is. Luckily for you, your king does not need your consent. If I wish to marry you: I damn well shall." You feel your heart shatter.

Another face suddenly pops up in the crowd as you take in a familair eyepatch and one blue angry eye. You don't have time to defend yourself before Aegon follows your gaze and notices Aemond's heartbroken stence. With him is Floris.

He went to do his duties. And in return, Aegon stabbed him in the back with marrying you the girl he loves. "Ae-" before you can speak Aegon seals the kiss and your fate. The crowd cheers as you try to find Aemond again. But he is gone.

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[raayllum]

What are your biggest predictions for season 5 and onwards? Plus, I love your page and have been a follower from the start!

Aww thank you so much!! It has been a very long, enjoyable journey together then! (5 years and counting <3) I always love seeing you in my notes and ask box, so thank you so much for sending this in!

See what makes TDP tricky is that they love to store things in earlier seasons that may come back like, the next season, or may only come back literally seasons later, and it's hard to tell when that'll happen. Right now I'm hoping that we can some development on the possession plot line and Aaravos' release in S5, and while I do think it's more likely Aaravos will get out in S5 still, I could see the merit in pushing that and the possession stuff into S6 for thematic stuff (destiny and stars and all that).

So I'll break it down into S5 specific plot lines / stuff maybe, versus just general S5-S6 predictions in general? AKA things that have leeway for mileage or impact to carry over for later

S5:

S5 specific episode outline estimates

Janai losing her kingdom either to her brother or to dark forces (monsters, Aaravos, etc). Mostly because of Karim's short story, Kim'Dael entering in S5 and presumably being interwoven

Terry having some doubts and Claudia becoming more desperate

More answers on where and what was happening to Rayla while she was gone, although not everything (like reserving her backstory with Stella for book 6 stars, maybe)

Viren and Claudia splintering off, with Viren and Soren beginning to not like, reconcile, but they'll be working together to try and bring Claudia home

Rayla and Callum patching things up further, with Rayla hopefully making some head way on her self worth / leaving vs staying arc (but I could see that being in S6 too, especially if her parents are getting out this season)

Soren continuing to step into a primary protector position for Ezran

Rayllum getting to have some more big talks

Zym and/or Callum destroying the pirate ship with lightning, as depicted in the 2nd promo picture

Rayla looking into how to free her fam from the coins (and possibly doing so), even if I think it'll take a big sacrifice of some kind (either needing Viren's staff and a dark magic spell, or something else we haven't quite seen before)

Aaravos gets out for his hot girl summer

Theme wise: more light-dark, drowning-water-shame motif(s), Rayla becoming more like Runaan (derogatory) and Claudia and Callum becoming more like Viren (happily & derogatory), Viren continues to parallel Callum and Soren (affectionate)

S5 / S6

Callum's being re-possessed for a second / final time and Rayla breaking him free of it

Callum connecting to the moon arcanum and/or essence of magic

Ezran tying to rally the other human kingdoms to help fight against Aaravos, either as a preventative measure before he's out, or once he is released, bringing in the new rulers of the Pentarchy as well as old ones like Ahling and Aanya

We Finally learn what the freaking cube is used for (and CHET accordingly in some manner, whether it's to free Aaravos or some kind of power-up tradeoff or whatever) so my suffering can end

Proper Leola lore drop / Aaravos (+ Orphan Queen?) backstory

Callum playing into Aaravos' hands regardless of what he does to try and stop it (bc we love a Greek Tragedy king)

Most of the other specific S5 predictions I have (Rayllum going on a solo trip to the Sunfire elves + Callum doing startouch research; Claudia's hair going nearly full white; crimson orchids relating to Janai and Amaya) are either things that have already confirmed or we'll simply just have to flat out wait and see.

Like S5 could do a lot of interesting things if certain stuff is shuffled, i.e. moon fam getting out but not quite Aaravos could work (esp given Runaan's lotus is underwater, etc) leaving more stuff for S6 - or they could all get out, and it'd still work; if the possession plot line doesn't come back in S5 (or at least not to the point of being resolved, it could easily be a cliffhanger type of thing) and we learn Rayla did kill someone during the timeskip (hence her change in attitude) or she kills someone now, thus setting up that she could very well take Callum up on his request in S6? I think it'd all really, really work. Just depends on how much setup and pay off and dread / dramatic irony they wanna do with things before we get resolutions or to next stages, the ordering of stuff, etc.

Either way it's going to be an absolutely wild ride and I cannot wait to cry

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[houpss]

Ｌｅｔ ｍｅ ｇｏ...

Peiring:Bang Chan x Male (!) reader

Boyfriend AU

Labels:Hospitals, Fluff, fatal diseases, tears, compassion, death.

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He shouldn't have cried, he knew it would happen, he knew he was going to die soon.

Y/N suffered from tachycardia and problems with his health were not uncommon in childhood. He got used to it and did not really worry until some time.On the evening of October 15, he became very ill, next to him was his boyfriend Chan, who called an ambulance and spent the night in the hospital, Y/N did not know.The doctors did not give any predictions about him, but Y/N guessed. Now he is lying in a hospital bed, yes, he is "with one foot" one step away from a coma. He so wanted to see everyone who was dear to him, just not to feel so alone among white walls.

His eyes closed, he wanted to sleep, very much. But he could not do this due to the fact that the front door was wide open, he had to squint to understand who was there, after looking for a few seconds he smiled weakly, but happily.

"Channie,I've been waiting,I've been waiting for"Y/N speaks in a whisper, louder he can't, in Chan's hands he notices a bouquet of red lilies, so beautiful.

"How are you? Damn...I was so worried about you" The guy sits on the edge of the bed and intertwines their fingers, the pain in his voice breaks Y/N's heart into a billion pieces.

"I don't know,as if the bulldozer had run over"He tries to joke, but it turns out badly.

"As soon as I was allowed to enter you, I immediately rushed for flowers, I know that you adore red Lillies, they are so similar to the color of your eyes"Y/N did not interrupt, after a short pause, Chan continued:"We can do it together, everything will be fine, do you believe? When you are discharged, we will come home and bake your favorite oatmeal cookies, I will definitely book you a front row seat for our concert and at the end we will go cycling, as you wanted,Y/N."

Y/N smiles, he is glad that now next to him is the person with whom he wants to live his whole life. "Then after discharge I will take your last name, my Channie"He smiles even harder.

Chris was taken aback by such news, but immediately burst out laughing."For 4 years of relationship, he decided to secure me for himself? I will definitely do it,Jagi"

And they laugh, it's good that they laugh.

"Aren't you hungry, Jagi? Do you want me to feed you?"His eyes are crescents and his hands play with Y/N's fingers.

"Yeah, it would not be bad to have a bite, there should be tangerines on the nightstand"Chan helps him up by pushing pillows under him.

The room smells of tangerines, it brings a feeling of something happy and light, after cleaning the tangerine, Chan sits on the edge of the bed again. "Come on, baby, we need to eat"

They ate in turn, at first Chris bit off quite a bit, and then gave the rest of Y/N, he knew that he had not eaten for about two days, the doctors informed him about this. looked at him.

"Could you lie down with me?" Y/N looks at him with her angelic eyes, fluttering her eyelashes innocently.

"I can't refuse you, Y/N~"

Y/N moved forward and Chan lay down next to him on his side, Y/N's head stuck into Chan's neck, and his arms wrapped around his torso. Chan quietly hummed songs to him, waiting for Y/N to fall asleep.Time 05:13p.m.

Chan returned home to them after making sure that Y/N fell asleep. He did not say that he wrote a song for him, he will save it until the right moment. The time is 06.54p.m.

Y/N slept for two hours, not feeling very well, he was injected with some drugs, his arm hurt from the catheter. Time 08:05 p.m.

Chan went to his studio to work again for a long time, until 5 am, he always remembered that Y/N did not like that he did not follow his sleep schedule, Chan promised to improve. Time 11:45p.m.

Y/N felt sick, his head was spinning. He couldn't call or even call anyone, he was "cut off" from the world. The time is 02:39a.m.

No one can describe what happened next. At 03:21 a.m., Y/N had a stroke, was taken to intensive care, and died at 03:49 a.m.

Chris won't get a call until 5am and say something along the lines of "Sorry, Y/N died at 03:49 a.m., we did our best" what's going on and maybe they're just joking? Stupid, bad joke. He didn't care about the paparazzi and the media, it didn't matter, as long as he got to Y/N.In the hospital they will send him to the morgue, the body of his dear Y/N is on the table, he looked really angelic. He was paler than usual, blond hair fell on his forehead, and his beautiful eyes were closed, forever.He didn't know how long he sobbed over his body, an hour? Two? Three? He didn't know. He wanted his Jagi to wake up and joke around, hugging his shoulders and batting his eyes. He promised him a happy life.

He was picked up from the hospital by Changbin and Minho, with difficulty being pulled away from the body.

Your eyes are like red Lillies, Jagi.There will be six red lillies on Y/N's grave.

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[tavyliasin]

BG3 FicFeb NSFW - Day 7

Hells help me darlings this was meant to be short but I decided to go with He Who Was and that was my first mistake. My second mistake was continuing. My third mistake was making the first one. I really hope you enjoy this indulgent part of the challenge, I adore He Who Was~

Smut below the cut and the CWs/Tags today are mild knife play, brat 4 brat, very minor wound detail, powerplay.

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Day 7 - Tav/Durge hooks up with any other character

“The air stirs again. Is it not a little late to be approaching a stranger in the dark?” The Shadar-Kai spoke calmly from where he sat cross legged, white raven as ever hovering above his shoulder, a book open in his lap that he did not look up from.

“We’ve crossed paths more than once now, haven’t we? Although I would agree you are one of the stranger people I’ve encountered, even in the middle of the cursed lands.” Tav continued to approach, extinguishing her torch in the mud now that she was within the light of his camp. 

“You are nothing if not bold. Why is it that your feet have carried you from the safety of your companions at the Inn?” The hint of a smile tugged at the corners of his lips, amusement creeping into his tone behind the veil of threat in his words. “I thought our business was concluded, with satisfaction, I might add.”

“You might. That’s the thing.” She stepped closer, ignoring the raven’s complaints as she was almost close enough to touch him. “That wasn’t just business, it was pleasure too.” 

“And pleasure is your business now?” He said as he finally looked up, noting with a smirk how her armour had been left behind in favour of the close fitting corseted shirt, leather trousers riding low on her hips and hugging the curves of her thighs. He turned to the raven and waved his hand dismissively. “Leave us. I shall hear none of your protests, lest you wish to play the audience to a different stage.” The bird cawed what Tav could only assume was an insult and took off in the direction of the Last Light Inn. 

“Is that safe?” She watched the white feathers vanishing into the fog in a flurry of disgruntled flight. 

“The raven is wise and will not falter, even without the protection of the barrier there are none who could stain those feathers red, I can assure you.” He closed his book and laid it aside. “Or perhaps you worry for your own safety, in the company of a madman as one of your friends so graciously described me.” 

“You heard that?” Tav remembered the various complaints when they had left, how she should not have indulged the whims of someone so clearly invested in suffering, but her own opinion was coloured deeper with curiosity than judgement. “I assure you I do not share their judgement of you.” 

“Judgement,” he began to stand, rising to his full height to meet her gaze head on, “is a very interesting choice of words.”

“And how would you judge me?” She moved just a little closer, only half a step away, challenging him with her eyes. “Let me see.” His own eyes flickered across her form before he stepped around her, circling like a falcon around its prey, waiting for the moment to swoop in and strike. But He Who Was did not need to swoop, he merely completed his path to stand in front of her again, his cold and pale hand taking a firm grasp of her chin like talons around the unfortunate hare. “You are jury and penitent in one, are you not? Passing judgement whilst waiting to be judged.” 

Her heart was racing, adrenaline screaming danger to her muscles, telling her to grab her dagger or at the very least to run…but Tav did neither. “You’re a fine one to talk.” Her hand crept not to the hilt of her blade, but to the belt across his bare chest, tugging him closer even as he kept his grip upon her face. 

“You truly have no fear, do you? Are you foolhardy, or courageous?” He Who Was caressed her lower lip with his thumb, still holding her in place. His other hand found her hip, touch sliding along the top edge of her waistband.

Tav’s other hand, however, had found purchase on her dagger, moving in a slow and subtle motion so he did not notice until the flat of the tip of the blade was against his side, just below his ribs. “Neither. I know what we both want, and I will leave when we are satisfied with our arrangement.” 

The cool of the blade drew the whisper of a low moan from deep in his throat, closing the final distance between them at last with a ravenous kiss. Like his body, his lips were cold, but there was an undeniably heated lust as he pulled her against him, allowing the arm that had grabbed his belt to slip out and curl around his back as she returned the embrace.

In some ways He Who Was felt like the chill of death itself whispering on the wind, but Tav had listened to the echo behind the whispers, the one that spoke of her favourite topic: passion. She kept the knife against his skin, dragging it across his ribs tantalisingly slowly, letting him feel the threat of it without ever breaking the skin. In response, he moved the hand that had been holding her face before to caress her neck, the lightest pressure an answer to her blade that rose the danger-coated lust pooling in her stomach. 

— Every move between them became a subtle battle of two who were evenly matched and knew it - the falcon had found his prey had her own sharp teeth and claws, and would not let him simply snatch her up easily. And oh how he enjoyed the fight just as much as she. 

The warmth of Tav’s body was a welcome respite in the darkness of night. He had little need of comfort, and did not feel the chill - it was the vivid and passionate life within her that drew He Who Was closer. Each time she bit his lip between their kiss, each time he returned it with a bite of his own… He had spent too long amongst the dead with only the physical sense of pain to remind him that he was not one of them yet. Pleasure had been only an echo that followed that sting when he delivered justice, through his own hand or that of another…

He recalled how Madeline’s soul had writhed within him, screaming her agony as the woman who was now sliding his jacket from his shoulders had shown her the depth of her guilt with words sharper than any blade. He also remembered how Tav had smiled at the edge of lust that had leaked through in his voice afterwards when they spoke, how he had allowed a little more to reach her ears as an invitation. One he was so very pleased she had accepted.

Her soft little moans against his lips, the edge of a growl vibrating her tongue against his own…he needed more.

—

Tav could feel He Who Was responding to her every move, his fingers deftly unlacing her clothes as she used her dagger to cut away the waistband of his leathers.

“Vile little sadist,” he growled between biting her lip and kissing her more deeply, “I hope you are willing to repair those before morning.” 

She laughed, using the flat of the blade to help slide them from his hips and down his thighs. “Your body is rendering a different judgement to your voice. Which one is it?”

He Who Was raked his fingernails down her back, scoring hot lines of pain that blossomed into a deeper arousal that scorched through her veins. “Can it not be both?” His other hand slipped between her thighs, as he laid a line of taunting kisses and bites from her jaw to her neck where her pulse throbbed with her racing heart. “I am no vampire, but judging from your other lover,” he kissed her throat, “and how your knees are beginning to quiver,” he moved higher, his teeth catching at the edge of her ear with a deeper whisper, “you would not be averse to feeling a little bite or two.” 

Tav could only moan as his fingers refused to travel further than the top of her thigh, his other hand once again clawing down her back as she arched, clinging to her senses as tightly as her blade. She pressed the tip between his shoulderblades, just to the left of his spine. “Are you going to tease me until the sun makes its pitiful attempt to break through the clouds, or are you going to prove stronger than the dawn and take what you want?” Her other hand took a firm grip at the base of his braid, pulling his head close in to his neck, unwilling to beg when the battle of wills had not been decided.

He Who Was growled as he began to mark her neck, alternating between allowing his teeth and lips to suck and bite down and drifting his tongue across the swiftly forming bruise to soothe the ache with insincere affection. The tenderness was a balm that made the next sting sharper, drawing the breath completely from Tav’s lungs as he finally touched the source of her yearning. “It would seem you are just as sinful as you appeared.” Two fingers swiftly thrust inside, drawing a salacious moan into the night air. “Perhaps even more so, a wanton harlot, abandoning her companions to the mercy of fate to indulge in carnal pleasure.” 

“Says the one,” her breath came hot and ragged as he began to work her desire up to a feverish frenzy, her own hand seeking to return the taunt as she caressed from tip to base, feeling the evidence of his own desperation, “who is already leaking without being touched.”  

“You toy with the knife without knowing the sharpness of the blade.” His thumb traced circles around sensitive nerves as his fingers kept up a relentless rhythm. 

In response she took a firmer grip, sliding her hand in a far slower motion than his, savouring the impatient groan against her shoulder as he marked her soft skin once more. Her dagger’s point found his hip, drawing just a single drop of blood along with a deeper growl from his chest. “I know perfectly well how to use my weapon.” Her grip around him tightened, as she felt the building climax from his touch. “The question is, do you know how to use yours.” 

“Brat.” He growled again, listening to her quickened breaths and holding her back to support her body as it began to quiver with the impending orgasm that quickly shook through her body with sharp convulsions of pleasure. “You speak too boldly for a woman who can be brought to ruin by a single hand.”

Tav felt the afterglow pulse through her, the white hot edge of pleasure cutting through every thought she had as He Who Was drove her deeper into overstimulation, her knees beginning to buckle as he had predicted. But she was not about to surrender. “You alone are not enough to break me.” She pressed every ounce of strength and focus she had to hook one of her legs behind his knees to knock him off balance, shoving hard against him in the next second so he stumbled a few paces. That was all the time she needed.

She threw her dagger to the ground, the point of the blade sticking deep into the mud with the hilt quivering above it, not unlike the sight of his body right before she leapt forward and pushed him to the ground, pinning him by the shoulders. Her knees were either side of his hips, her lips upon his before a second had passed, the taste of the salt from her own skin still fresh on his tongue.

He Who Was moaned around her kiss, taking hold of her hips and holding her still above him so she could only feel the very tip pressing where she writhed to push down. He waited until her desperation was almost pitiful, swallowing down the soft sound of her need that echoed through their kiss, then thrust up at the same moment he let her push down, feeling his hips almost bruise from the impact.

Tav felt an immediate rush of heat through her already sensitive body, filled completely in one brutal motion, her resolve only strengthening as her nails dug into his shoulders where she held him pinned and began to move in a punishing rhythm. “I was right about you,” she whispered between quickened breaths, “I knew you wanted someone to take over, use you for pleasure just as you use those pitiful wretches you pass judgement on.” 

Dark eyes sparkled dangerously at her words, his hands rising from her hips to her waist, thumbs pressing harshly into the softer parts of her body. “And I was right about you. A sinner with an excess of hubris, waiting to be judged and punished.”

His heel dug into the ground for leverage as he rolled them over, quickly hooking one arm under Tav’s leg and thrusting harder with the deepened angle, a sharp cry echoing into the night proof of her pleasure and pain blending into one.

—

Her skin was flush beneath He Who Was, her lips hot, breath leaving little clouds of steam in the cold of the night air. Her muscles tightened around him, drawing him in, pulling his own pleasures closer to the surface as the bliss of her warmth surrounded his senses. 

Tav’s hair was a mess beneath her, chest rising and falling with effort, body writhing to take in more of him. Yet despite how her body surrendered to his control, her eyes betrayed the sharpness of her wit, sparkling emerald keeping his dark gaze locked on her expressions. 

The encounter may have been relatively brief, both seeking to use the other for their own pleasures, battling for dominance yet yearning for submission in every motion between them, but it would not soon be forgotten by the man without a name.

—

Tav felt the crashing waves of pleasure overtake her, muscles contracting viciously as He Who Was pulsed with his own climax, his voice joining her own in the darkness that surrounded them as the pinnacle of ecstasy crashed down around them.

When her senses recovered enough, she realised he was still above her, his body lowered and his forehead coming to rest against her own. 

“I do not believe,” his deep whisper sent a shiver down her spine, “that you have truly felt the depth of your sins.”

“Then how will you judge the soul before you?” She curled her arm around his back, her hand gripping lightly at the base of his neck. 

“By being more thorough in my assessment of your immoral transgressions.” He pressed a rough kiss against her lips. “Now, when is it you must return to your companions?” 

“As long as I am back before morning, there won’t be a search party.” Tav grinned, answering his real question. 

The Court of lust would be in session until dawn, the jury and the judged in each of them pleading their case and handing down retribution in equal measure til neither remembered the score.

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[aeoki]

SHINSEKAI - Empire of Fantasy: Chapter 3

Location: Jungle Characters: Mika, Shuu & Natsume

Mika: ……! Oshi-sa– Onii-chan, it looks like we can get outta the jungle this way.

Shuu: I suppose you’re set on calling me “Onii-chan” now. Well, no matter, I don’t have the energy to obstinately complain anymore.

Good grief, I’m exhausted… It’s far too unreasonable for a dream. Why must I suffer like this?

Beasts, insects, dirt and undeveloped nature; I hate them all.

Mika: Ngh~? I find it pretty fun~ It’s like the adventures I read about in picture books when I was a kid ♪

Shuu: It must be nice to be full of innocence…

In any case, I’m glad to see you’ve somehow gained some stamina. It seems you continued to train during the times I was away.

Mika: Yeah. I don’t wanna build that much muscle, though. It looks like everyone prefers it when I’m all skinny.

Shuu: Hmph. Don’t you go fainting on me in the middle of a performance, then.

Mika: Ehehe, are you worried about me? Onii-chan, I thought you’d say somethin’ like, “Beauty only lasts but a moment”...

Ngh!?

Shuu: What’s wrong, Kagehira?

Mika: Look, Onii-chan! There are heaps of people outside the jungle~

Shuu: Stop running! Do you want to trip over the roots of a tree? Good grief, you’re always just so childish…

Mika: Heheh. You like it when they’re childish, right? Onii-chan ♪

[ Location: Tohoku Town ]

Mika: Ngh~...?

Shuu: Ohh? It’s a rather ordinary town.

Mika: Yeah… On the other hand, it feels pretty unnatural to find this right next to a jungle, though.

Wait, what? I looked behind me and the jungle’s gone!

Shuu: Dreams are like that. The scenario can change without any logical connections…

I didn’t want to stay in the jungle for a second longer so I quite prefer this, however.

Mika: Hmm~? But is this really a dream? I’ve said this a lot but it sure feels like reality.

The sounds I hear and the air on my skin all feel real. I’ve walked a lot and my feet hurt too… People say if you pinch your cheek in a dream, it won’t hurt, right?

Shuu: You’re insensitive to pain even when you’re awake, though. And the sounds do sound real but I don’t think my sense of smell is working here.

Mika: Ngh, now that you mention it, you’re right. I thought it was a bit weird but yeah. I thought my nose was just blocked.

Shuu: Right. Putting this town aside, it was odd that I couldn’t smell anything back in the jungle.

I’ve never entered one of my own free will, so I can’t say for sure, but it would be natural to be able to smell the earth and the greenery, wouldn’t it?

There was not even a single scent. The scenery also seemed rather familiar.

Mika: Ngh~ Maybe you’re right. I can’t really see in dark places so I didn’t notice in the jungle ‘cause there was a lot of shade.

With a bright and beautiful town such as this, it’s true that the detailed parts would appear a bit hazy.

That’s amazin’, Onii-chan. I probably wouldn’t have noticed unless you told me ♪

Shuu: Hmph. If you’re also an artist, you should always sharpen your five senses before confronting the world.

Mika: Ahaha, it’s not because you’re super fussy about things, right, Onii-chan?

Shuu: What did you say? Although it may be true that I wish for us to openly exchange our opinions with each other on equal grounds, however, I don’t intend on forgiving you for unpleasant slander.

Mika: Ngh~ Onii-chan’s mad~♪

Shuu: I am not. I’m talking about manners.

Natsume: “When did you two become brotheRS?”

Mika: ……!? Ngh, that’s–?

Shuu: Is it the Boy? Where is he talking from…?

Wait, we can’t see him clearly because of the large crowd!

Mika: What’s with all the people? There’s a lot of ‘em…

Shuu: I have no clue. Perhaps there is an outdated countryside festival going on.

Natsume: “Oh, I wouldn’t badmouth the people from the Tohoku region if I were yOU.”

“The ‘SS’ Administration Committee won’t punish you for thAT but it won’t leave a good impression on the vieweRS.”

Shuu: The viewers…?

Mika: Wait, where is he even talkin’ from?

Shuu: Hmm, we can hear his voice but he is nowhere to be seen…

Natsume: “AhaHA, over heRE. If you keep staring at your feET, you’ll miss out on the beautiful and precious things in the worLD.”

Shuu: Hmph. You think you’re worthy to preach beauty to me?

Mika: Ngh!? Onii-chan, above… above us!

Shuu: Above…?

Mika: Yeah! There’s somethin’ huge above us!

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#shinsekai

[officialyourdailyinspiration]

Christ's Perfect Sacrifice

1 For the law, having the shadow of good things to come and not the very image of the things, can never - with those sacrifices which they offer year by year continually - sanctify those who come to it.

2 For would they not, then, have ceased to have been offered, because those who offer (once purged) would have had no more consciousness of sins?

3 But in those sacrifices, there is a remembrance of sins again every year.

4 For it is impossible for the blood of bulls and goats to take away sins.

5 Therefore, when He comes into the world, He says, “Sacrifice and offering You do not desire, but a body have You prepared for Me.

6 “In burnt offerings and sin offerings You have had no pleasure.

7 “Then I said, ‘Lo, I come. In the beginning of the book it is written of Me, that I should do Your will, O God’.”

8 Previously, when He said, “Sacrifice and offering, and burnt offerings, and sin offerings, You do not desire, nor had pleasure therein (which are offered by the Law).”

9 Then He said, “Lo, I come to do Your will, O God.” He takes away the first, so that He may establish the second.

10 By which will we are sanctified; by the offering of the body of Jesus Christ once for all.

11 And every priest stands daily, ministering, frequently offering the same sacrifice (which can never take away sins).

12 But this Man, after He had offered one sacrifice for sins, sits forever at the right hand of God.

13 And since that time, He waits for His enemies to be made His footstool.

14 For with one offering, He has forever consecrated those who are sanctified.

15 For the Holy Ghost also bears us witness. For after He had said before,

16 “This is the Testament that I will make to them after those days, says the Lord, ‘I will put my Laws in their heart, and I will write them in their minds.’”

17 And, “Their sins and iniquities will I remember no more.”

18 Now where there is remission of these things, there is no more offering for sin.

19 Seeing therefore, brothers, that by the blood of Jesus we may be bold to enter into the Holy Place,

20 By the new and living way through the veil, which He has prepared for us (that is, His flesh).

21 And seeing we have a High Priest over the house of God,

22 let us draw near with a true heart, in assurance of faith; our hearts being sprinkled clean from an evil conscience

23 and our bodies washed with pure water. Let us keep the profession of our hope without wavering. For He Who promised is faithful.

24 And let us consider how to provoke one another to love and to good works,

25 not forsaking the fellowship that we have among ourselves (as is the manner of some). But let us exhort one another, and so much more so because you see that the Day draws near.

26 For if we sin willingly after we have received and acknowledged the Truth, sacrifice for sins no longer remains;

27 but rather a fearful expectation of judgment and violent fire, which shall devour the adversaries.

28 Anyone who ignores Moses’ Law dies without mercy upon two or three witnesses.

29 Of how much worse punishment, do you suppose, shall he be worthy who treads the Son of God under foot, and counts the blood of the Testament (with which he was sanctified) as an unholy thing, insulting the Spirit of grace?

30 For we know Him Who has said, “Vengeance belongs to Me. I will repay,” says the Lord. And again, “The Lord shall judge His people.”

31 It is a fearful thing to fall into the hands of the living God.

32 Now call to remembrance the days that are passed in which - after you had received light - you endured a great fight in afflictions;

33 partly while you were made a spectacle by both reproaches and afflictions and partly while you became companions of those who were so tossed to and fro.

34 For you sorrowed with me for my bonds; and also joyfully suffered the plundering of your goods, knowing in yourselves that you have a better and an enduring substance in Heaven.

35 Therefore, do not cast away your confidence, which has great reward.

36 For you need patience, so that after you have done the will of God you might receive the promise.

37 For yet a very little while and He Who shall come, will come, and will not wait.

38 For “The just shall live by faith. But if anyone withdraws himself, My soul shall have no pleasure in him.”

39 However, we are not those who withdraw into destruction, but those who follow faith to the preservation of the soul. — Hebrews 10 | Revised Geneva Translation (RGT) The Revised Geneva Translation of the Holy Bible; © 2019 by Five Talents Audio Cross References: Exodus 24:8; Exodus 29:36; Leviticus 16:4; Leviticus 19:18; Numbers 15:30; Deuteronomy 17:2; 1 Samuel 2:25; 1 Samuel 15:22; Ezra 6:2; Psalm 26:1; Psalm 40:6-8; Psalm 110:1; Jeremiah 31:31; Ezekiel 33:13; Habakkuk 2:3-4; Zechariah 9:11; Matthew 10:15; Mark 3:35; Mark 12:33; John 1:15; John 2:17; John 6:51; Acts 13:11; Romans 5:2; Romans 8:3; Romans 12:12; Ephesians 5:26; Titus 3:8; Hebrews 1:13; Hebrews 8:12; Hebrews 9:8; Hebrews 9:12-13; Hebrews 11:1; Hebrews 11:16; Hebrews 12:4; 1 Timothy 3:15; 2 John 1:8

#living by faith #Christ's perfect sacrifice #a call to persevere #Hebrews 10 #Book of Hebrews #New Testament #RGT #The Revised Geneva Translation of the Holy Bible #Five Talents Audio

[vvatchword]

So I have been writing BioShock fanfiction since the second week of November and I have not stopped. And I mean. I have not fucking stopped. People think I have died. My mother has called me absolutely frantic on more than one occasion because I have stopped looking at my phone and cut off 90% of social media. I wrote 43,000 words in two weeks during November and I wasn’t doing NaNoWriMo.

So you should know if you haven’t been my friend for over a decade: back in 2010 I started working on a BioShock 2 fix-it. And two years, 38 chapters, and 250,000 words later I looked at it and realized it was complete and utter bullshit, then cried for a week and played sad Minecraft and debated whether I should continue writing at all. I even considered deleting the whole thing.

Jesus, I’m glad I didn’t.

I looked at it again last year around this time--just out of morbid curiosity. Most of the novels I wrote between 2008 and 2018 were just... jesus fucking christ. So fucking bad. It’s not uncommon for me to start one of them just to start squashing down into a Shame Puddle. But this thing? There was something so good twinkling in there. Something real and sad and full of yearning, something that ALMOST captured what I find most enchanting about BioShock as a series.

Anyway, I just want to leave this small note here for Future Self, who will definitely be intent on beating up Past Self: remember that you wrote something like 20-22 novels in that ten-year period and honestly? Thank god. Thank god you were okay with sucking for an entire decade. You figured it out. I mean, sure, it took us an unbelievable amount of time but I feel like we flopped out onto a mountaintop, sat up, and were like: wait. Wait a fucking second. How did I fucking get here? I mean I’m very glad I’m here but what the fuck?

It turns out that writing constantly, finishing all kinds of bullshit, being okay with being shit, not taking myself all that seriously, and suffering incessantly are the magic ingredients. So you did good Past Me. Good. ILU.

Anyway. I’m at 166,000 (acceptable) words and this shit is turning into something magical. I kid you not. It’s like magic. It feels like I’m unfolding an endlessly complex vista, and woven throughout is every heartbreaking expression of every agony I’ve ever wanted to scream about, and at the same time it’s full of how much I love human beings.

Of course, I feel like I should just be honest and admit that I just wrote the hottest fucking sex scene I’ve ever done and I’m now furious about it because the story is NOWHERE NEAR finished and I still have to read SO MANY BOOKS and research SO MUCH BULLSHIT so no one is going to be able to see it and maybe it’s not really that good anyway because I’m almost certainly in a honeymoon period. And also maybe I’ll die before I finish it. I hate feeling like I’m sprinting Death. We all know who wins, it’s just, can u just not for like,,,,, three years or so

Anyway, there are five parts. I’m working on the Topside part right now. The character I had thought was milquetoast has turned into something truly special and now I’ve got some Grade A Commentary going on.

Oh, another reason nobody is going to see this: while I’ve been just coasting along doing fuck all, the Internet has turned into Two Acceptable Ratings: G–PG-13 and NC-17/MA. So not only am I going to write something for a nearly-dead fandom, I quite literally have almost nowhere to post this fanfic now roflllll fuck everything

But since I’m nowhere close to being finished, and that’s a case of counting eggs before they hatch, I’m trying to focus on building the Story Bible and reading. The best thing about building a story is the part where you read All the Things and watch All the Documentaries. I’m going to parse the mobilization of America in WW2, research How to Psychiatry in the late 1940s/early 1950s, look up what richies wore in the late 40s/early 50s, and re-read Ayn Rand. I nearly asked you to pray for me but then I realized we should really pray for her because she’s dead and burning in hell if there’s a god. Actually we shouldn’t pray for her as she and her lackies are why we live in substandard hell now. What did that guy on TikTok say? “These people make me wish we could livestream Hell on Twitch”?

#storysnob #bioshock

[femmedefandom]

TVD Rambling Rewatch 1x13

Bonnie kisses Bartender Ben and immediately knows he’s a vampire. Creeped out but playing it extremely cool, she gets him to sit down and tries to escape the Grille behind his back. Too bad he wasn’t playing on letting her out of his sight. She is kidnapped in full view of the bar and no one reacts.

Elena realizes what a weird life she’s living as her vampire boyfriend successfully digs up and opens his father’s grave to retrieve a magical spell book from the Civil War days. Stefan opens it up only for Damon to show up, upset, but clearly not very surprised that Stefan has acted behind his back. 

Stefan shows no regret, saying that he can’t let Damon bring Katherine back. Tell me Stefan, will you ever admit it’s because of your unresolved feelings or are you still on the whole “it’s too dangerous thing”? 

Anyhoo, Damon’s voice breaks as he apologizes for thinking for a second that he could trust his brother. Stefan shoots back that Damon is incapable of trust. Damon looks stricken as Stefan says that the fact that he was there meant that he read the journal and he was planning on getting the grimoire himself. Damon doesn’t hesitate to say that of course he was because the only person he can count on his himself, that Stefan made sure of that. 

Then, Damon redirects his focus away from Stefan and to Elena, whose image comes into to focus for the first time. He says that he trusted her and she fooled him. Elena looks guilty and can’t hold his gaze. 

The standoff continues. Damon says, “so what are you gonna do now? Because if you try to destroy that, I’ll rip her heart out.”

Stefan: You won’t kill her.

Damon raises his eyebrows but Stefan remains confident. So Damon vamps past Stefan to grab Elena from behind. He says that he can do one better, bites his wrist, and feeds Elena his blood. 

This is a man at the end of his rope. He has lost Katherine when his brother sold her out and she was captured, lost her when he died, lost her in the fire. Then he was turned into a vampire and he had hope that he could see her again. He protected generations of Bennett witches and waited 145 years for a comet to arrive. He recovered the talisman, but lost that to a Bennett witch who was barely aware of her nature and didn’t care about it. He lost it for good when Emily possessed her descendent to break her promise and destroy his hope. He found another way when there wasn’t supposed to be one. Despite Stefan hiding information, he found the journal, he found the location of the grimoire, only to see his brother trying to destroy it. Damon has done more than anyone thought possible, carried the burden alone, suffered the condescension and mockery all for the slim hope of saving Katherine and reuniting with his love. If his threat to kill Elena won’t work, he’ll threaten to turn her. Stefan finally recognizes this desperation and he is moved to act. 

***Point to note, Stefan was not moved to act on the threat of Elena’s life, but he was when Damon threatened to turn her. This could mean two things: either that he understood Damon well enough to know he wouldn’t kill her and was confident enough with that knowledge to call his bluff [which seems unlikely considering how poorly he understands Damon in any other situation] or turning Elena is worse for Stefan than her death. Now, we know that Damon probably didn’t want to kill her but he is also the King of Snap Decisions so that was a pretty risky move for Stefan. Make of that what you will. 

Damon: Give me the grimoire or I’m snapping her neck and you and I will have a vampire girlfriend.

Stefan: Let her go first. 

Damon: The book.

Stefan: I’m not going to give this to you, until she is standing next to me.

Damon, sounding increasingly desperate: The problem is that I no longer trust that you’ll give it back!

Stefan: You just did the one thing that ensured I would. [At Damon’s nod, Stefan sets down the spell book.]

Damon: [gently nuzzles Elena’s head before slowly releasing her]

Elena rushes to Stefan’s side and they both quickly exit stage left. Damon is left alone, lit by the torchfire by his father’s grave. It wasn’t how he wanted this to go, but he got what he needed and he’d do it again if he had to. He picks up the grimoire, and remembers how as a human he saw Katherine carried away in chains. His father pushes him up against the wall, says that he’ll be killed if he’s a sympathizer. With zero hesitation, Damon spits back, “then let me be killed!”

#tvd rambling rewatch #tvd #1x13 #children of the damned #damon salvatore #stefan salvatore #elena gilbert

[musingsofabookworm1]

My Last Five Reads

Spring break didn't hold much for reading. Neither did the second half of march in general, but it did hold some good reads.

The American Daughters by Maurice Carlos Ruffin - The plot synopsis on the flap/Goodreads told way too much about this book. I think I rated it a 4 instead of a 5 due to waiting for what was divulged. So I will divulge much less. Ady and her mother Sanite are slaves. They spend their days and nights together, and Ady adores the stories her mother tells of the strong women they descended from. Then the two get separated. The plot is good. The writing is top notch. Just don't read anything about it before you start because Ady's story just won't be as poignant.

After Annie by Anna Quindlen - I felt like this book took me forever to read. According to Goodreads, it took 6 days. But to me, that is forever. And it took forever because of the gut-wrenching sadness of the plot. In the first chapter, Annie dies of a brain aneurysm. She leaves behind a husband, four children, and a best friend who don't know what to do without her. But Ali, the oldest of the children at fourteen, is the one who decides she has to be the one in charge of her siblings and the two aforementioned adults. Heartbreaking doesn't even begin to describe the feeling I got each time I opened the book. It's extremely well written (no surprise from this author) and raw with emotion. 4 stars.

The Last One Home by Victoria Helen Stone - This was a pretty average read started just before our spring break trip to Atlanta, read at night at the hotel when I couldn't sleep, and at the airport before we flew home. There are two timelines: present day with Lauren and 35 years ago with her mother, Donna. In the present timeline, Lauren's paternal grandmother has suffered a stroke and can no longer live in the family home. She "wills" it, per se, to Lauren. Her mother, Donna, has ... issues with her father's family. These issues have caused Lauren trouble throughout her life and continue to do so into her adulthood. Secrets are uncovered as Lauren tries to begin a new life away from her ex in this secluded farmhouse. Writing wasn't bad. Plot was a bit unrealistic. Not bad, not good, just average. 3 stars.

The Witch of Tin Mountain by Paulette Kennedy - A good with witch novel! At the start, I was a little leery as I wasn't connecting the characters with one another, but once things became clearer, I liked it even more. The plot spans mainly 100 years: 1831 - 1931 in Arkansas. In 1831, we briefly meet Celeste who is giving up her son and an important book seemingly walking off to her death. A hundred years later, Gracelynn and her adoptive grandmother continue to live in the Ozarks among whispers that the "cures" they create make them witches. When an evangelist comes to town, the townspeople no longer need said cures. But even worse, Granny recognizes him. Because in the middle of these 100 years, she saw this man in another form and made a deadly promise. I'll end there because this one is too good to spoil! 4 stars

A Great Country by Shilpi Somaya Gowda - The Shah family is living the American dream in a gated community in California. The parents came to America from India, built up a tech-start-up, and have created an ideal life for their children. But at a dinner party one night, they receive a phone call that their 12-year-old son has been arrested. This book was short. Not even 250 pages. And for almost half, the arrest is a mystery as the author spends time building character background. As I read, this irritated me because I so badly wanted to know what was happening to the son. Though I understand now why the author did this: wanting the reader to feel the same anxiety the parents did when they did not know what happened to their son. Once we do find out, the book stays in present-day and focuses on the plot of the legal battle following the arrest and how the event affects the entirety of the family: including the high-school-age daughters. Timely, moving, and an incredible amount of character and plot put into a short amount of pages. 5 stars.