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haziwritesstuff · 3 months

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My little rose, part 3

"You are meant to be the love of my next life."

Pairing | Aemond and Aegon x reader Wordcount | 4.2k Warnings | Medieval misogyny, Aegon isn't the nicest Previous chapters | Part 1, part 2

You make your way to Dragonstone, landing on the stone steps of the castle. Your family isn't there yet. It's quiet as you approach alone. You feel like you're walking into an empty castle, with nothing but your own footsteps echoing in the vast halls. The air is still and you feel like you're walking through a desert of stone and silence. You find it oddly peaceful and tranquil in a way, despite the solitude. The change in environment was refreshing and cleansing, after the tense atmosphere that you've just exited. You feel like a weight has been lifted off of your shoulders, a sense of calm and contentment wash over you as you look around at the vast halls and empty rooms.

You find yourself wandering through the gardens, your attention being drawn to the roses as the vivid colors and sweet smells fill the air. You feel your heart skip a beat as you take in the sight of the lush foliage and vibrant petals, and you can't help but feel a jolt of nostalgia. These were the roses that you've always loved, the ones that used to bring you joy and peace when you were a child. Bittersweetness washes over you as you remember those years growing up in solitude, with only Silverwing and the roses for company. You feel like the roses were like your faithful companions, always there to bring you comfort and joy during those times when you felt lonely and isolated. The roses remind you of those comforting moments of companionship and the bittersweetness you feel is a reflection of the mixture of feelings that those times brought to you. You feel a bit of anger and resentment towards your father for keeping you hidden away from the world for years. You feel like he robbed you of a proper childhood, leaving you alone and isolated with no real friends in your life, he deprived you of so much, he was selfish and callous in his treatment of you. Although you made peace with it, you haven't forgotten it either. You've learned to accept and come to terms with your past, but you haven't let go of the bitterness and resentment that you feel towards Daemon for what he did to you. You've learnt to live with this injustice, but the anger and hurt still remains deep inside your heart.

You've been so deep in thought that you haven't realized someone else has joined you in the gardens. You're startled by Rhaena's sudden appearance and you feel a surge of relief as you realize it was her. "Where have you been? We almost started a search party!” "I'm sorry, I was just..." you stop short, realizing that you don't have an explanation for your absence. You feel like Rhaena's sudden appearance has caught you by surprise and you feel a bit embarrassed to explain why you were away. Rhaena’s staring at you and she’s not willing to let this matter go. There is still more to be said, but there is a certain level of awkwardness and tension and between you two right now. You didn’t want to make a bigger deal out of it than it already has been, so you keep your answer brief and simple. "I just flew alone, I wanted some time to be alone with my thoughts..." Rhaena nods her head, seeming to accept your explanation and she doesn't press the issue any further. “So what did you think of King’s Landing? And what did you think of your other family members?” "Well... it was certainly an experience..." you respond nervously, not sure exactly how to answer the question.

“Mmh. Did you manage to fix your issues with Aegon?” You feel a wave of awkwardness wash over you as Rhaena brings up the topic of Aegon. You're not sure what to say, or how you would even begin to explain the situation between the two of you. “Sort of.” You whispered, feeling like you haven't really fully resolved your issues with Aegon. The two of you still have some things to work out, but the tension is not as bad as it was before. Perhaps kissing him wasn’t such a bad idea after all. Rhaena's observant and perceptive, noticing that you're holding something back when you give your answer. You're not sure if you should give more details to her, you wanted to. You wanted to scream that you’ve kissed Aegon, that you hugged Aemond. That you were utterly confused. This was your first ‘experience’ with the other sex and you weren’t sure what to do now. You wanted to tell her everything that’s going on inside your head, but you decided against it.

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It's been a couple of weeks since you had your experiences with Aegon and Aemond in King's Landing. A lot has happened since then, and things have shifted and changed in your life. Viserys is dead and they have crowned Aegon as King, stealing Rhaenyra’s throne.

"You're going to King's Landing and you're going to give Aegon this.” You are caught off guard by the sudden declaration of your father. You're not sure what he's referring to, but you feel your heart beating faster at the prospect of meeting King Aegon and giving him something. You struggle to contain your anxiety as you look at your father, wondering what he has in mind for you. You're being thrown into a dangerous situation, and you're not sure if you can handle it. There are so many ways this situation could go wrong, you're being pulled into a situation that is bigger than you are ready for. “I don’t think I’m ready… For th-“ his eyes narrow and his voice becomes more demanding. "You must go. It is your duty as my daughter." He stares at you intensely, his eyes sharp and piercing. He's not giving you a choice, you must do his bidding. Daemon's eyes narrow even more as he glares at you. "I am not giving you a choice," he says harshly, "You will go to King's Landing and you will give Aegon this." He leans forward and holds up a small black pouch. "This is the message that I want you to deliver to him. Do you understand?" The intensity of Daemon's gaze leaves you feeling scared and intimidated, as if he's determined to not let you refuse or refuse his demands. You realize that you have no choice but to go, and are left feeling like a pawn in this game of power and politics. “Yes, I understand." you say softly, having no choice but to comply with his orders, since he is your father and you have been raised to obey him. Daemon doesn't respond. Instead, he hands you the small black pouch and begins to walk away, his walk slow and measured.

Daemon's words leave you feeling scared and uncertain about your upcoming trip to King's Landing, where you are expected to deliver a message to the new king. You don't know what the message contains, and you feel a sense of anxiety and unease about the situation, as well as a sense of trepidation about the journey ahead.

It turns out you weren't the only messenger. You learn later that same night that Rhaenys, Jace, and Luke were also sent off with messages of their own. Thinking about the message you're carrying, you can't help but wonder what it could be. It's a heavy burden, with your life potentially hanging in the balance. Every step you take on the road to King's Landing is a step closer to danger and potential confrontation with the new ‘king’. The gravity of the situation suddenly sinks in, and you feel like you're walking into the unknown. Aegon wouldn’t hurt you, would he?

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It's a long journey to King's Landing, but after countless hours of flight, you finally make it to the city. You land in one of the city's landing spots, feeling both relieved and exhausted as you finally made it. That sense of relief and exhaustion is quickly replaced with a sense of anxiety and uncertainty as you realize that you still have the task left: to deliver the message to the new King, Aegon II.

You make your way to the castle in King's Landing, walking up to the gates. There are guards stationed on both sides of the gate, who keep watch over the castle grounds. You feel anxious and fearful as you approach them, they keep an watchful eye on you as you draw closer. Eventually you find your way to the throne room of the castle. Aegon is sitting in his throne, his piercing eyes looking down at you. He is flanked by a handful of guards and advisors, forming a circle around him. As you enter the room, the quiet conversations and whispers stop instantly, and all attention is focused on you. His gaze is like a blazing flame, his look burning into you as he waits for you to speak. The guards and advisors stand close by, as if they are ready to spring into action at a moment's notice. Everyone in the room is watching you intently, and you feel the pressure of everyone's eyes bearing down on you.

“I brought you a message from Queen Rhaenyra.” Your voice sounds small and strained as you speak, the weight of so many eyes upon you is overwhelming. The atmosphere in the room is thick with anticipation. After a pause, Aegon speaks, his voice calm and measured. "And what is the message?" "The message is personal and private, and it is to be delivered only to you and no one else." Aegon’s eyes narrow and his expression becomes more intense, as if deep in thought. He's silent for a moment, before finally speaking. "I see. If the message is personal and private, then why are you delivering it instead of Queen Rhaenyra herself?" The tension in the air increases as he speaks, his tone is stern and his face is fixed in a serious expression. He's awaiting a good reason for him to accept this message as legitimate and not a trick or ruse. "There must have been some reason for you being sent here, rather than Queen Rhaenyra coming herself," he says, "Is there a reason why she wouldn't have come here herself? If this message was so personal and private, why didn't she come herself to deliver it?" “I’m not sure.” Aegon raises an eyebrow, his expression becoming even more skeptical. "You're not sure?" He asks in a skeptical tone, "That's a rather unsatisfactory answer, don't you think?" After a few moments, you finally speak again. “My father sent me as the messenger.” “And why would he have done that, I wonder?!”

Aegon stares at you for a few more moments, with a stern and intense expression, before finally speaking again. “Well, I suppose we shall just have to read the message for ourselves, and see what Rhaenyra has to say.” He finally reaches for the small black pouch in your hands, and begins opening it. He removes the message inside and examines it, reading what is written on it. After a few moments, he looks back up at you. "That cunning bitch," he mutters under his breath. His fury seems to be reaching a boiling point, as he speaks again. "Everyone out!” As the room falls silent, you look at Aegon, who is now standing in front of you, still clutching the message in his hands. His face is contorted with fury, and his expression is like the face of a raging bull, ready to charge at a moment's notice.

After a few moments of uncomfortable silence, he speaks again. "How dare she send you here with a message like this!" He shouts, his voice full of rage and anger. "She thinks she can tell me what to do? Who the fuck does she think she is!?" He stares at you for a few moments, his eyes narrowed and his face full of rage. "And does she think I'm just gonna let you walk away after this?!" "Pardon me?" Your face began to grow darker. "I will not let this pass. I will not let her disrespect me in such a manner. And I'm not going to just let you walk away either. I will not let you go. You're going to be my prize of war, and you'll stay here with me, where I can take my time with you." The threat of violence is now very evident in the king's tone. He continues to stare at you, his expression growing darker and more intense.

This was probably a big mistake. You can feel the weight of his glare digging deep into your skin, and you feel like he's considering what he's going to do to you even more seriously now. After a few moments of silence, Aegon takes a deep breath and starts to speak again. "You're going to stay here with me, and I'm going to take my time with you. Your queen might think that she's being clever and making a request, but I'll show her just how foolish she is." "The fuck I am! You can't keep me captive!" Aegon takes a deep breath and nods his head slowly. "Oh, can't I?" He responds calmly and politely, but his tone is one of pure menace. “I can keep you here for as long as I like, and there's nothing you can do about it.” His face grows even darker, and he slowly steps towards you. He moves in closer and closer, getting right into your personal space. He's so close that you can feel his breath on your neck, and it's an unbearably intense feeling. His face just a few inches away from your ear. You feel his breath tickling your neck, and it sends a shiver down your spine. His voice is like a whisper, but it's a whisper of pure threat and power. "You're mine now." His breath tickles your skin, you feel like you can't move, like your body has frozen up and you can't even scream.

Aegon’s breath continues to tickle your skin as he pulls you close to him, his lips just brushing against your skin. You feel powerless to move, as if your body has been frozen in place by the fear he is instilling in you. "Worry not sweetling, we'll have a good time." He whispers into your ear, his voice is like a snake slithering its way into your head. "N-no..." His breath continues to whisper into your ear, and his voice is full of a predatory kind of sensuality. "Oh, yes.." He replies slowly, dragging his next words out for a long time. "You are mine, there’s no running from me now. I’ll take good care of you..." You try to break free from the his grip, but it's hard to get away from him. He holds you close to himself and his hold on you is tight. He seems to be enjoying himself far too much at the prospect of taking you for his own. Your body is filled with fear and trepidation, but you also feel a strange sense of excitement and arousal. Your body is responding to his touch in a way that is both terrifying and pleasurable at the same time. Aegon’s hands are caressing your skin softly as he pulls you closer to him, holding you even tighter and not letting you go anywhere. You let out a whimper as the caress of his touch sends a tingling sensation down your spine. You're being consumed in a very intimate way, your body being overwhelmed by his presence and you feel yourself melting in his grasp. Your attention was completely focused on Aegon that you didn't notice Aemond entering the room.

Aemond sees the two of you, and you can tell from the look in his eye that he is absolutely furious. He walks up close to you, and you feel the heat of his anger radiating off of his presence like a fire. Aegon finally notices Aemond's presence and looks over at him with a dark expression, his mouth curled up into a sneer. His grip on you becomes even tighter, and you can feel the heat coming off his body like a furnace as he stares at Aemond. He seems very protective of you, and he is not going to let anyone interfere with his plans. Aemond's eye was burning with fury, staring down at Aegon, his voice is a low and menacing growl. "What do you think you're doing with her?!" Aegon looks up at Aemond with a dark and menacing expression, he continues to hold you close to himself. "I'm taking her for my own." He replies in a cold voice. Aemond's eye is still fixated on Aegon, and the two men seem to be locked in a fierce staring contest. You can feel the tension in the air increasing as both men glare at each other, their hostility and aggression rising even higher. Aegon’s grip on you tightens even more, and you feel like you're being smothered.

"I will not let you touch her!" Aemond snaps, and you can tell he's barely holding back his anger. His face is a mask of fury, his body is tensing up, as if he's preparing to attack at any moment. He seems absolutely determined to protect you, and you can feel the raw power and aggression coming off of him like a storm of fury. Neither man wants to back down in this stand off, and they continue to glare at each other with a sense of simmering fury. You're trapped in the middle, with all of this tension and hostility growing around you. Your body is being overpowered by Aegon’s grip and you can't move away. "Please let me go..." Your voice is completely being ignored by both men as their confrontation becomes more intense and heated. You try to plead with both Aegon and Aemond to let you go, but they both seem to have lost all rationality and their sense of logic. Now all they're focused on is fighting over your possession. You’re trapped, scared and helpless as you continue to plead with him to let you go. But his resolve is like iron, and you can't help but feel like this is the endgame for you, and that you're going to be carried off in the king's arms at any moment now.

Aegon finally releases you from his grip, and you fall to the floor at his feet. You can feel him looking at you with a cold and menacing glare, but you're also relieved to be free from his grasp. You have a few seconds of hesitation and fear before Aemond pulls you behind him. You cling onto his back as he faces Aegon and you can feel his anger overflowing like an overflowing cup of wrath. "A-aemond..." you whimper, clinging onto him for support. He's the only thing in this room that seems like it could protect you right now. You feel like you're safe with him, but you still can't help but feel terrified at what might happen next.

"I am going to escort her to a guest room and then I’ll deal with you, Aegon." Aegon stares at Aemond with a deadly look of fury, but he doesn't resist. He lets Aemond lead you out of the room, and you're still clinging onto him for support. You feel safe and protected in Aemond's arms, but you still can't help but feel a bit of hesitation and uncertainty. Aemond's tone is stern and authoritative as he leads you out of the room. He doesn't look back at Aegon, and he keeps his eyes focused on the task of safely getting you away from him. You can feel him breathing softly next to you, and you can feel his muscles flexing slightly with each step he takes as he leads you out of the room. He leads you through the halls of the castle. Your body still clinging onto him as a source of protection and comfort, and you’re slightly trembling with fear and nerves. Despite being stern and authoritative, he's also being very gentle and careful with you.

The two of you finally arrive at a room, and Aemond closes the door behind you. He turns to face you, and you can see the intense look in his eye as he stares at you for a moment. You feel like you're being scrutinized by that penetrating gaze, and it makes you feel a bit uncomfortable. He's not smiling or being friendly like before, but instead he seems to be assessing you in an oddly intense way. Aemond stays silent for a minute, continuing to look at you with that intense gaze. You feel like he's looking at you like a stranger, and you feel like he's judging you based on what happened back there. You feel a bit nervous under his intense stare, and you feel like he's not being friendly at all. You have no idea what sort of reaction he is going to have to this situation, and you feel very vulnerable as a result. You still feel like a trembling nervous mess under his stare. After a minute of silence, he finally speaks in a stern voice. "So...what happened back there?" His tone is very serious and stoic, there's no hint of friendliness in his voice. His eye is penetrating, looking into your soul. You don't know what to say, and you feel like your words are being scrutinized heavily. "I, I gave him a message from Queen Rhaenyra." Aemond’s face remains stoic and unchanged, and he waits for you to say more. His face show no hint of a reaction to what you've said, and he continues to stare at you with that piercingly intense gaze. "I have no idea what it says... But I can only imagine... Aegon isn't the rightful king." His face still remains expressionless, studying you intensely. He still seems very cautious and distrustful. He seems suspicious of your reason for delivering the message in the first place. "So, you're trying to steal my brother's crown?" Aemond finally spoke, and your heart skipped a beat when you heard his voice. His tone filled with a suspicious kind of disdain. His words were loaded with malice and anger as he accused you of trying to steal his older brother's crown. You could not help but feel your heart beating in your throat at his accusation. "Your queen is a usurper, and a thief. She is trying to steal my brother's crown."

Your heart skipped a beat when Aemond moved closer and caressed your cheek gently, your body shuddering slightly at the touch. You could feel the heat of his breath and his touch on your skin, and your whole body felt like it was trembling under his grasp. "I'm afraid your our prisoner now, dove." His touch made you shiver and tremble in a way that you found both thrilling and frightening. The way he caressed your cheek with his thumb was so tender and gentle, his touch was like a gentle caress sending butterflies through your whole body. "My father will have your head for keeping me hostage!" Your words seem to be have a profound effect Aemond's stance as he stops caressing and backing away slightly. His eyes are filled with a sudden flash of anger and hostility, and he seems to be glaring at you with a mixture of distrust and fury. He then speaks in a harsh and stern voice. "My brother will also have your so called queen’s head for being a traitor to the throne! You should be grateful that I have chosen to keep you safe." His sudden outburst of anger and hostility took you off guard, and you had no idea how to handle his sudden change of mood. You felt like a small and powerless creature facing off against a giant beast. His tone was menacing and he seemed so much stronger and more frightening than you remembered him to be. As he spoke, his anger and hostility made you feel even more vulnerable and scared. This was not the gentle and friendly Aemond you remembered, this was a whole different beast entirely. "I am protecting you. Your so-called queen would never treat you with such care as I have." He took one step closer again, his tone sounding more insistent and authoritarian than before. You could feel the heat of his breath and the intensity of his gaze, and your heart was beating out of your chest. "I will take care of you. I will protect you." He spoke softly this time, almost sounding like a whispering voice. You felt like your whole body was trembling with fear and nerves, but you felt a strange sense of comfort underneath the intensity of his gaze. You felt like a small animal being held tightly in the grip of a predator, but in this predator's eyes you found a hint of kindness and tenderness. "Do you see how I am treating you? Like a precious jewel. Like a delicate flower. Like my little rose."

#aemond targaryen x reader #aemond x you #aegon targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen #aegon x you #aemond targaryen x you #aegon targaryen x you #aemond x reader #aegon ii targaryen #house of the dragon #aemond one eye #aemond fic #aemond x oc #aegon x oc #hotd

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help-i-need-a-cool-username · 4 months

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Came up with another half-baked au. Calling it the Baby On Board AU bc i like puns

So through some uncalled for magic POOF! Luffy is surround by children (like age 4?) that are part him and part different members of his crew. You heard me right. In a single moment the entire strawhat crew became teen parents. To these guys:

Im taking name suggestions for all babies! Here's the Zoro x Luffy baby

She is a Daddy's Girl through and through. Zoro was beyond awkward at first but she melted his heart within the hour. He doesnt feel complete unless hes got his swords on one hip and her on the other. Wanted her to be a perfect mix of Luffy and Zoro so she got Luffy's eyes, curly hair, and freckles and Zoro's hair color, eye color, and ability to nap constantly. You often find her and Zoro sleeping in the shade with her cuddled up on his chest. They are adorable but Zoro clearly has no idea what to do with her so she gets away with everything

Luffy x Nami baby!

Now this little boy is quiet and Nami didnt even get experience with children when she was a child so they mostly stare at each other in the beginning. I dont have anything for their story yet

Luffy x Usopp!

TROUBLEMAKER. She's inherited Luffy's fearlessness and Usopp has never been more stressed in his life. When she's not with her siblings she's with one of her dads. She's Usopp's little helper

Sanji's baby!

She is the light of Sanji's life he dotes on her so much. He only calls her "Princess" and "My Lady" and she has him wrapped around her itty bitty finger. Sanji loves playing with her hair and she likes to have fairy tea parties while he's prepping dinner. Sanji goes mother bear when she's out of his sight. He will wax poetry about her to anyone who will listen. Sanji is that parent that cant go two seconds without talking about their child. His arms are always loaded up with gifts for her. He has no shame doing girly-girl stuff with her

HA HA YOU THOUGHT THAT WAS IT

YOU WERE WRONG

Koby x Luffy!

Koby is still with the Marines so he takes her with him. She has Luffy's appetite and Koby knows in that moment she's half Luffy. Eventually Garp finds out and of course he has to visit his great grandbaby. Helempo (however you spell his name) is out here sweating bullets while Garp is becoming the doting grandpa of the century in front of the whole crew. Koby is also stressed as hell because he's still a cadet and now he's a dad and now the vice admiral is invested in his daughter and its all a lot. Also his only sorta-friend is avoiding the baby like she's the plague because he has no idea how to interact with her (and he's jealous. Koby wont bunk with him on cold nights anymore bc he's already bunking with the baby. How else is he suppose to sneak totally platonic cuddles?!)

#hinacu opla #opla #baby on board au #one piece #zolu #lumani #lusan #i think #lusopp #lukoby #monkey d. luffy #roronoa zoro #nami #sanji #usopp #koby #x #hinacu au

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andraxicated · 2 years

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what do we have in common? we're reliable with the ladies!

Pairings: childe, itto, kaeya, ayato x f! reader (it's them four who else would it be?)

Synopsis: rich playboy genshin men hcs!

a/n: this prompt ( A WINTER'S BALL—HAMILTON) sounded so wonderful in my head but I can't seem to write shit for it. had to redo the whole idea...

milestone event masterlist!

Childe

he is the king of banger parties; you attend it and you'd find yourself together with the noise and adrenaline. when you're there, be prepared for the loud splash coming from up above: it's childe diving into the pool for you to be amazed. kudos to his risky effort to win your heart but you weren't that easy to please.

well, his hair pushed back and abs glistening with water is a treat to the ladies' eyes. (yours too)

he'd have his siblings lead you to a private part of the mansion, away from the noise and drunkards. you'd both find yourself meeting in quite a romantic setting, a jacuzzi between you two and childe acting surprised like "wow, never expected to meet you here".

it ends up with you dipping in the tub with him at a safe distance in case he tries something funny. but the only thing he does funny is making you laugh as you sip on your champagne, telling stories and clearing up rumors of himself in the process.

"how many girls have you led into this backyard?" you ask with a playful smile

"one. they never went past the party area." childe says as he takes a swig of fire-water while nervously peeking for your expression.

"really?" "yeah, although that one is a little tough to break" he says as he puts down the glass on a table and inches closer to you. the hot water and the heating atmosphere sets the mood for what's about to happen that night. all planned by this clever fox who had a fair experience with these kinds of situations.

"I'm pretty sure she'd let you break her" you whisper seductively to his ear, snapping all of childe's self-control and patience. he harshly grabs you by the nape and crashes your lips together. not bothering to ask access for your tongue, he just pushes it in and ravages your mouth.

his hands fiddle with the strap of your bikini top and pushes it down past your arms. you part lips with him to catch your breath, but this man is insatiable as he attaches himself immediately to the top of your breasts.

"parading around in skimpy bikinis every time we party but dressing modestly when you're with your family..." he chuckles and looks up to you.

"stop acting like a good girl" childe provokes with a scowl on his face and bites down your skin, hand covering your lips to keep your slutty mouth shut.

Kaeya

the one which daughters of high society label as a "manwhore": kaeya alberich.

they'd talk shit about him after getting a fill of his dick, crying and dirtying his name when he kicks them out of his penthouse. at this point, his reputation was as dirty as the names he calls them in bed. kaeya thinks they should've been at least thankful after spending the night with him.

if you get entangled with him, the relationship he could give you is as far as a fuck buddy because kaeya doesn't keep girlfriends. and you're fine with that, you just needed a casual thing and test out the rumors of how good this guy can be.

he's soon got your arms together behind your back, tanned fingers inside your mouth, tears running down your cheek as you face the clouds and feel him thrusting inside. congratulations, you're now both a member of the mile high club!

"mhm? it hurts?" kaeya's feather-light touches land on the sides of your body making you squirm in his embrace. "don't even try to make a sound" he dangerously remarks as he pushes in further.

fucking 35,00 feet up in the air in first class was a cross mark on the sex bucket list you made with him. those secret rendezvous are nice and mind-blowing but kaeya finds himself craving for something more, something different, and something real.

so when he asks you to stay the night, you can't help but stop dressing and just sit down beside him on his bed.

"what is it?" you ask as you snuggle back into the comforter.

"how do you feel about going back home with me?" kaeya's voice cracked midway that you giggled at him so cutely, sad that he can't focus on that because he's too nervous about your answer.

"what do you mean back home?" "you know...our winery at the countryside. there's unlimited wine, isn't that fun?" the last of his confidence attempts to entice you while his fingers gently pulls your chin.

your mind blanks for a second until you realize he wants to take you home to see his family. 'oh'. the world spins as your heart clenches strongly; he's never done anything like this. it's just you, only you.

and he really knows how to make a woman feel special huh.

"cool" "cool?" kaeya hums, puzzled by your response. "it's cool to breathe in the fresh air of the countryside. besides, I'd like to meet your father and your brother too." your wide-eyed self replies to him with a smile, one that made kaeya stop breathing. he kisses the top of your head while jokingly saying: "I'll show you who's the better brother" and you shove him away in a fit of giggles. you certainly have your own reserves about him but it suddenly didn't matter when you let your guard down and fell asleep to his scalp massage.

if someone saw kaeya's face that night, they would immediately run to their phone and proclaim the playboy is in love.

Itto

this one is a huge blockhead and dates women just because they're fun to be with, everyone is his buddy. as soon as itto sits on a chair, girls in bodycon dresses would come flocking to him, desperately squeezing themselves in whatever space is available.

you'd be watching the spectacle from across the room, turning around when the sight gets uncomfortable to watch; only to let yourself fall prey to itto's hungry eyes.

he's feasting on your backless dress, red eyes trailing down the curves of your body; wondering how good it would look on top of him with his large hands crushing your hips.

every party, every occasion he would attend is all the same: all eyes on Itto but he's looking at you.

of course, you'd start to feel the burn of his gaze, and when you turn around to find the source, you'd see his legs spread and eyes dark with desire.

you know that look, after all you've seen it directed towards you a hundred times. and so you'd form some kind of telepathy with him. going out the door and leaning against the club building to wait for this idiotic man. if he didn't get that, well fuck him and his stupid brain.

itto would go after you like a dog, standing up and shoving whoever stands in his way, mind going delirious if he ever fucking lost you.

"stop right there" he looks down to see a ysl stiletto stopping in his tracks, he traces the feet to the legs to the body and to the face. there he finds you tilting your head playfully; his unbuttoned shirt, lipstick marks on his collar, and the strong smell of women's perfume were all on blatant display.

"you look like you'd just got out of a dangerous situation" your voice takes a playful lilt as you step forward to initiate. itto then would stare at you and realize what the hell is going on.

dude makes a complete 180-degree change while you see a flush covering his cheek, mouth stammering and eyes staring blankly into your soul. he would be so confident in front of many people but it all shrinks down when he's all alone with a woman. they make him nervous :((

"so...what did you want to do?" itto asks as he sheepishly scratches his head and chuckles as you stand there flabbergasted.

needless to say, it was the worst first meeting ever and completely destroyed on how you perceived him. prepare to suddenly get invited to a ryokan or dinner as a token of apology from this nervous mess of a man.

itto doesn't care about rules or shit, he even once had a delinquent era back at his schooldays. who takes a girl home on the first date? arataki fucking itto. (he definitely got a confidence pep talk from his gang)

and he'd have you a crying mess by the end of the night, passed out soundly at the crack of dawn and legs hurting as he greets you in the kitchen with a round two of yesterday night.

Ayato

you've probably seen him before, Kamisato Ayato who got featured in Time magazine as a 'next generation leader'. after all, he's the one who cleverly saved his family company after his father's sudden passing.

he's young and has already built a name for himself in the world. mature, rich, respectful, handsome...he's everything you're looking for in a man.

you won't see him at pool parties or nightclubs, but in luxurious restaurants and hotels where he often holds meetings with fellow business partners.

as the sole heiress of your father's company, you need a suitable husband that has some value for you to use. your secretary hands a portfolio of suitable men that may fit your standard but oh how they get filtered out so quickly. one of your father's main concern is how no man will ever meet your sky high standard. he's distressed that his lovely daughter will end up alone and get eaten by cunning businessmen while she has no one to back her when he's gone.

the heavens have answered your father's prayer as you stop take a look at ayato's profile instead of chucking it to the bin.

"have you found the candidate miss?" your secretary asks in a hopeful tone. "hmmm, he's actually okay but we don't know anything about him so we need to be careful. he might steal the company under my nose when we get married." you say as you and your secretary shiver at the thought. nonetheless, you ask her to investigate him and get an opportunity for dinner.

turns out, ayato's private affairs are mostly a secret thanks to his capable retainers. but as a young adult, he didn't escape the media as he used to party so fucking hard and kept flings left and right until it was time to grow up.

you kept that information in mind as you sit across him in a private setting of a dinner. why does this feel so awkward? you've passed by each other on numerous occasions before but neither pays any mind to the other. well, that's what you thought but ayato has had his eyes on you ever since he saw you at your social debut, precisely his father's birthday party. both of you were young back then so he didn't dare pursue this cute girl he saw. it was a nice fleeting dream to be in love with you though.

so imagine ayato's delight to converse with you years later, revel in your beauty and the elegance you hold. he was such a nice man to be around, you thought it would be a stuffy atmosphere but he actually made you feel at ease!

gone was the gentleman ayato when he manhandles you to the bed and traps you with his strong body. heat rushing down quickly to your core as his lips tickle between your breasts, slithering to your clenching tummy and down to your throbbing entrance.

"didn’t your father say that he wanted a grandchild as soon as possible?" ayato asks out of the blue as he comes back to hover above you. " wha—ahh!" you couldn't even answer when you moan automatically from his teasing fingers. tears prickle your eyes when he grips your boob harshly, along with his teeth biting the soft flesh of your ear.

"maybe we'll give him a present soon. so allow me to finish inside you." ayato whispers in a low voice as he inserts his long finger inside your entrance. your eyes rolling into the back of your head as he perfectly hits the spot that makes you squirm.

all the good things said about ayato was completely erased from your mind as he devilishly shows you his expertise when he fucks you against the window, overlooking a gorgeous view of the city lights.

men with experience are different indeed.

ugh finally done. I was so scared because I had writers block ><

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chimerahyperfix · 8 days

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RECIPE OF THE DAY

[OR: This was the most upsetting alternate looper option]

Long post because i have been cooking this in my brain for like, two months, and it's all-consuming. Also I'm not in the Discord yet because Anxiety so my ramblings had to go somewhere, and what better than one big fucking post yknow. I cast spell of fuck you mind blast on the tag/lh /j

TLDR for below: Siffrin words his wish differently, Bonnie gets trapped in a time-loop, and despite saying they're in a timeloop repeatedly nothing works and no one can help them. The normal ISAT absolute horrors ensue.

CONTENT WARNINGS: the normal ISAT tags [death, violence and trauma, suicide, self harm and unreality], Notable Pin on child endangerment and death, poisoning.

most of these get discussed ^ even if shortly

SO. THIS AU.

This is it this is my big one. Ignore me pushing the literal 12 other isat aus I have into a pile pls this is THE big one. I’m looking at the note I’ve stored all this lore in on my notes app,and it’s like. 35 fucking pages?

I've looked at a ton of alternate looper aus [that's part of the hyperfixation babeyyyy I need to consume ALL content forever and ever and ever] and I was like “oohhhh I wanna do that!!” So I literally just listened to music until I caught an idea and yikes. Looking at the AUs playlist now [it’s about 100 songs! Oops!] and I’m like [cartoony image of me laying face first on the floor]

This is a bit scattered because I wrote it over 3 days instead of working on the fic I’m supposed to be writing ooopsieeeee. Ramblings belowvvvvvvvvvv

It begins as simply as the game does. No one knows how to wish properly; so Siffrin wishes, because they know how to. The same folded leaf, repeated three times wish. Close to what is said in canon; different enough for the Universe to read it differently. No longer does Siffrin loop, because the wish isn’t about him, it’s about Bonnie and their sister. Siffrin’s wish is construed as “I wish Bonnie’s wish would come true,” and even if the Universe can’t hold onto Bonnie’s wish as they did it wrong, it CAN hold onto Siffrin’s.

And that’s the base point: EVERY LOOP, Siffrin wishes, because he wishes after he talks to them and that's where they loop back to, and its wish craft goes to Bonnie. A recipe for disaster with how much time they have!

They loop back when Siffrin gets crushed by the rock, because they can’t win while being down a party member. When they touch a tear, or when the sadnesses get the jump on the party and they all go down, or when they use the dagger equivalent [a poisoned snack], or when they get to the King. They Never Beat The King. Think SASASAaP but ISAT.

Bonnie doesn’t fight with craft, but rather craft-infused weapons. The wok and their pan for rock, a pair of kitchen shears for scissors and a cookbook for paper. Snacks for healing and buffs. And they have a cool friend that lives in the favor tree! [they get in fistfights like every five loops. Maybe it would be funny, someone just as willing to spar with them instead of trying to find the right words they can’t find because they’re a kid, if their friend wasn’t ALSO another version of themself, which bonnie clocks pretty late.] They pick up little quirks from their friends, like biting their nails like Belle, and puffing up to look bigger like Isa and stealing Dile's curses and closing an eye to match Frin's in focus. And maybe they start forgetting a little bit, just a little! The same thing over and over will get to you.

So everything essentially boils down to this. Bonnie specifically needs to be strong enough to beat the King, as the rest of the party doesn’t keep experience through loops. For a good chunk of the loops, they take advantage of Siffrin asking them if they need help and drag him into a training lesson that slowly goes from a whole emotional conversation to them quietly listening to Siffrin’s every word. [Siffrin fills this silence with random star facts that pop into their mind. This Is Important It WILL Be On The Test] Eventually the training becomes too tedious, so they start sneaking off to go fight sadnesses— and eventually just punch trees, which busts their knuckles— to get stronger faster! Everything goes downhill from there, with them forgetting to make food to them sneaking out at night to fight more to them getting reckless and uncaring; it snowballs down into “oh this could be considered suicidal confidence”.

Every loop, you say "hey, I'm trapped in a time loop", and EVERY time it is a big emotional thing that exhausts you to the point of going to bed immediately after, and everyone gets antsy and worried, and in the end the anxiety and trouble NEVER ends up mattering because the King still flattens the party every time. [And (shuffling through the sea of my notes for the au), imagine this from their situation for a second; Today, you tell your friends you are trapped in a time loop. They drag you into a long, uncomfortable conversation that makes you cry, and you go to bed with a full stomach and the knowledge they will protect you, and you will protect them. You make sure he doesn't get squashed by a boulder, you make sure they find the key, you make sure they don't die. Tomorrow, you will tell your friends you are trapped in a time loop. They will drag you into a long, uncomfortable conversation that will make you cry, and you will go to bed with a full stomach and the knowledge they've failed to protect you, but they're trying this loop, and you'll still protect them anyway.]

And then the King fight. He grabs them and he kills them and it fucks them up. [it fucks them up, until it too happens again and again, and eventually it simply is just another obstacle you must pass, because the second his stupid hand wraps around you like a ragdoll it’s over, so you just spit in his face to make him press the trigger immediately and not drag it out for forever- imagine the most traumatic event in your entire life, repeated over and over, until it looses all meaning. It’s still traumatic, it’s sewn into your brain forever you will never forget this.]

They tell the party ‘hey, I just got murdered’, and if this au was ISAT, it would go from having a memory that gave everyone a defense buff to a memory that literally stops you from winning, randomly attaching to a party member. You couldn’t get rid of it. They’d take every hit for you, and you’d have to loop back, because you couldn’t win with an unremovable memory like that. and that’s why they stop saying things, because if the people you loved would die to protect you, something you don’t want and have the ability to stop, would you stop them?

And so everything collapses, and from that point [the start of act 4] it collapses fast.

WHICH LEADS US TO ENDLESS MY FAVORITE LITTLE THANG

if this is transparent or not I don’t fucking know and honestly. After 2 hours of fighting ibisPaint X to make it transparent I stopped caring. o7

Slight design notes tangent: the fucking. Wispy things around their limbs just kinda move around them- yknow because black holes pull things in and they are one. Their like,,,, face spike design??? Question mark on what 2 call it? It’s designed to look like their hair lol. The little star-dot things on their knuckles are important smile. Eventually I’ll post a full thing 4 them (I have like 2 pages of random doodles of them it’s craaazy)

Endless (or Ness, later on) is Bonnie’s loop-alike. They’re a little angry hater and I based them on the song Black Hole Sun [therefore they double-dip in the space theming, the little scoundrel! Imagine being both a black hole and a partial eclipse!! Damn why you taking all the space theming for!!] which was the song the whole AU was based on! Woah! Damn you carrying ALL the out of AU lore in you! They’re anger over fear while Bonnie is fear over anger.

They make me SO fucking upset. Like. I’m not being funny anymore. This is THE most upsetting character I’ve ever written. They make me cry. My entire schtik is making horror and this little creature is the most upset I've ever been at a creation of mine.

Endless is a Bonnie who, without exaggerating, literally imploded from having too much wish craft in them— hence the black hole theme. They went through an unreasonable amount of loops [i think I noted down 400??? Probably not that many, but hey, leveling is slow when half the time you rely on a scripted event that has like 3 enemies. Never really pinned anything down, but it’s a CRAZY upsetting amount.] and just couldn’t win,, and they eventually broke, and begged for it to stop— and, well, with so much wish craft in them, even without the proper rituals the Universe just couldn’t ignore ALL this wish craft, overflowing, in one spot. They asked for help and it killed them.

And then they were at the tree! And they’re helping a DIFFERENT Bonnie, who they’re upset at because what. What why is this happening? They asked for it to stop, not for a whole NEW Bonnie to exist and to do it all over again, what is this what, stop stop it. And they have to keep watching Siffrin wish, and doom them to their endless loop, and they have to tell Bonnie no, the party can’t help them like they want the party to do because the party never could help them, and it’s just going to bring them distress and heartache. Bonnie does it anyways, until the very beginning of act 4: it goes downhill from there, until they’re worried This Bonnie will end up like THEM.

They’re not the most self-confident type. They give themself the most un-nicknameable name [Bonnie still finds one that fits— Ness. They reluctantly accept it.] [Endless vc: Ness? Like? From Earthbound???] they can think of because nicknames are a love language and they speak it, and they don't think they deserve it anymore because they've Changed, and trade out the nicknames they have for the party for things they learned from Siffrin in their own many many training loops: The Sun, The Moon, The Star, The Sky, and Bonnie is Supernova, because its cool as hell and Siffrin told them that’s what happens when a star dies, and they died. Open foreshadowing. They take to closing the same eye they made Siffrin the Star loose, because if he doesn’t get to see anymore neither should they— even if that eventually becomes a natural thing, something they do now to focus. They talk about a sister they have— had, because their world is gone and she never got unfrozen, they never learned if she was alive under all that icy craft or not, and they’re not Bonnie anymore. Ness is Bonnie, but Bonnie is not Ness.

And so, when act 5 hits, they’re desperate. They can’t see it happen again, because it erased them as a person and it was terrifying enough why would you want to see it happen again? they prepare to storm the house, bevause theyre strong enough to tear it apart themself, get stopped by the party, and essentially they’ve replaced Bonnie for a loop; which would be okay, if failing didn’t mean there would probably be Two Endlesses and No Bonnie’s. By the end of the au, Bonnie, lvl 99, is like bringing a brick to a stare down. Endless, in comparison, is like bringing a bazooka to a fistfight. They can’t face the King, they can’t, it would probably mess something up [the party has them pinned as being a kid by this point— wether they realise Ness acts a lot like Bonnie or not, who knows] so they panic and wave the party off into the King’s room and fights off the remaining sadnesses to calm down.

And the Party brings Bonnie down, and they fight a fake version of their sister [who they win against, even if barely, because Nille is their sister and damnit, Nille would never hurt them, not after giving up her life for them] and they have a breakdown, and then there's two of them. There's Bonnie and there's Ness. Bonnie confronts them and they get in ANOTHER fistfight, bveause how else would two angry ultra-powerful preteens settle things, and Bonnie convinces them to come along, because their identity has been found out and damnit Nille really won't care, Ness is her sibling too.

[Nille approaches the situation carefully, but Bonnie is right: Nille sees the two of them and immediately decides she has two siblings and she wants to protect them. Both of them went through so, so much, and they saved the country and damnit it would be monstrous to throw Ness out to the wolves because they Changed. Aka I was physically incapable of letting Ness dissapear or have a bad ending they deserve the world too.]

I just I jsutt. Auguhghghghhh. au too big in my brain spill it out on the floor it goes everywhere. When you hyperfix on your own au

#isat #in stars and time #isat au #isat bonnie #<- this is abt them. uh oh.#recipe of the day #anyways the au title is based on a shitty joke I made once #also “”’hey chef what’s for dinner? slop! slime!’#something something the recipe of the day is timeloop soup. yknow. a timeloop au. and soup…….#who let me in the kitchen. someone take me out before I burn the place down #I have. so many thoughts about this au #most of which boil down to me screaming and crying #I know there are multiple other AUs where Bonnie loops but counterpoint #has an alt looper au ever not had the looper wish?#[pushing divine intervention behind me. no that does not exist in this question]#I really like twisting au tropes on their heads :)#‘I don’t want to tread on other ppls ideas’ handshake ‘three month au hyperfix lets fucking go let’s yap’#they can and will coexist heart emoji.#I think about this au a lot. I’m cooking so much art #(yknow. aside from being the worlds slowest artist. oop)#I’ll prob post abt it every now and then (aka when I finish the fucking art)#but for now. laying my au cards down #endless is my favorite little being ever rn they’re such a little hater

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ladykailitha · 1 year

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Star Child Part 6

Yeah...I’m going to hold out a little bit longer on who Steve’s ACTUAL security is going to be. Next chapter though. But we get to meet the indomitable Corroded Coffin manager this time.

For the next few chapters Eddie and Steve will be dealing with separate shit so the angst will be high, but have no fear Happily Ever After is the end game. I promise.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Steve pulled into the Motel 6 parking lot to find a woman waiting for him. She was dressed in a black suit with a pale blue button down. Her long hair was pulled back in a neat pony tail. Steve knew that this was his security.

He got out the car and grabbed his bag from his trunk. He walked over to her. “Hellfire Security I assume?”

She nodded. “You’ve got good instincts. That will help. I’m Janice Montgomery.” She stuck out her hand.

Steve shook it. “The CEO, I’m impressed.”

She laughed. “I was in the area and needed to go west, so I figured we could make the trek together.”

Steve sighed in relief. That made better sense. He hated being treated differently. “Works for me.”

“I booked us two rooms and scoped out the area,” she said. “So we’ll be good tonight. Then tomorrow we’ll begin the drive out to LA.”

Steve blinked. “We’re driving?”

Janice smiled. “Your manager, Robin Buckley told me you’re afraid of flying?”

He ducked his head and blushed. He scratched his cheek. “Bad experience flying to Europe for the first time. So I avoid it when I can.”

“Fair enough,” she said. “She also said you don’t mind staying at bigger hotels, but prefer places like this?”

Steve nodded. “I’ve been told by other security teams that they’re not as secure, but...”

“But people fawning over you makes you uncomfortable?” Janice suggested.

He nodded again.

“Happens to the best of them,” she said softly. She squeezed his shoulder.

Steve sighed in relief.

“Let’s get to bed and we’ll start first thing in the morning.”

“Is seven too early?” he asked.

She raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure you’re a teen idol? Because I thought there was a law that your lot didn’t get up before noon if they could get away with it.”

Steve laughed. “I wake up at 6am most days to go for a run. Or if I’m home in LA a swim. I don’t understand how people can sleep that late.”

She shook her head. “Usually partying until three or four in the morning. Which I understand you don’t do.”

He shrugged and shoved his hands into his pockets. “Under contract to not get into any trouble. So I don’t do that anymore.”

Janice raised an eyebrow at ‘anymore’ but said nothing. She would contact the label tomorrow and let them know her company would be in charge of Steve’s security. Until then. She had herself an unusual client. And she loved those.

The next day at the Corroded Coffin sound check it was a little awkward.

Jeff and Brian tuned their instruments and kept throwing glances at each other as if they were daring the other to broach the subject.

“You guys are wusses,” Gareth finally bit out. “What these morons are trying not say is that we’re sorry about last night. We shouldn’t have made fun of Steve that way.”

Jeff sighed. “Yeah, man. You were right. We don’t know if it’s just us or if he sees other bands.”

“Especially when we were talking him up the last three days,” Brian said. “We were dicks and we’re sorry.”

Eddie huffed angrily and rubbed his eye. “I know. I just wanted tonight to end as well as it had started. And it didn’t.”

Brian nodded. “Yeah, I feel that. You just keep striking out with this guy and I know you’re worried that we might have scared him away.”

Eddie threw himself back against the seat he was in and his lip twisted. “It’s not just that. I think he was trying to befriend you guys, too. Remember this is the guy that got his start in a group and now he’s solo. He travels with stage musicians. And you can’t tell me they’re always the same ones. So I think he wanted to hang with you guys too.”

The three other members of the band looked down at their shoes.

Jeff scratched the back of his neck, Gareth fiddled with his drumsticks, and Brian scuffed the floor.

“We really fucked up, didn’t we?” Brian asked after a few moments.

Eddie sighed. “I don’t know, man. I don’t know.”

They went out onto the stage for the soundcheck as their manager ran around making sure that everything was setup properly. Chrissy Cunningham was one of the best managers in the business and Corroded Coffin was happy to have her. She had been in LA meeting with their agent Dustin Henderson to make sure they didn’t accidentally cross streams over the recent tour dates.

But she had only managed to get in late last night and missed the concert but barely.

She bounced onto the stage. “Hey, guys, we might have to cancel tonight.”

All heads turned to her in shock. “The venue has changed hands since the last time we were here and I don’t like the look of the bartender or the spotter.”

“Fuck,” Gareth hissed.

“Did they at least read the rider?” Jeff asked.

“Not a Pierre or red M&M in sight,” Chrissy said dryly.

Shit. They added the fancy water and red M&Ms to make sure the venue actually read the rider. And if they weren’t there it was sure bet they didn’t read the parts on how heavy their equipment was or when the lights should go up.

Brian looked up at the rafters and grimaced. “Ew, gross.”

The other four looked up to see grease and dirt and filth clinging to the rafters.

“Shit, shit, shit,” Eddie cursed. This was bad. “Cancel it. Find a park willing to take us with such short notice. If not, full refunds.”

Chrissy nodded. She pulled out her phone and immediately began making calls.

A roadie came up to them. “Hey, guys. We need to get this stuff off the stage, now.”

All four of them looked at each other in shock. “What do you mean?” Jeff asked.

“I just heard the owner talking to one of the waitresses and he was telling her that the guy that was supposed to repair the stage upped his price by a thousand so it never happened.”

“Shit!” Gareth hissed. He shot up from his seat and all of the band helped the roadies get their equipment off the stage and back into the bus.

“What are you doing!” the owner screamed when he saw them packing up.

“This is unsafe,” the roadie who had warned them told the guy. “I’m not having my guys get hurt because you can’t be assed to keep this place up to code.”

“I’ll sue!” the owner screamed.

“You can try,” Jeff said, “but you didn’t read our rider so, you broke contract with us first.”

The man started sputtering and a couple of the bigger roadies stood guard to prevent the man from trying to stop them.

Chrissy hung up the phone and walked over to where the man was spouting obscenities at the band.

“Mr Dallas?” she asked sweetly.

He stopped screaming and looked her over. “What can I do for you, princess?”

She smiled. “I have the health department and liquor license people on the way over here to shut you down. And I have a pretty good idea that you have been dodging your taxes, too. So the IRS will be informed as well. Have a nice day.”

Mr Dallas looked at the bartender and the two of them made a dash for the backroom, but it was too late.

The liquor license people had called the cops and they were being invaded. The band and roadies gave statements and vanished into the night, giggling and heckling the owner.

Once on the bus, Chrissy smiled. “All right, we’ve got a large park nearby that is willing to house the concert. But it’s going to be a hell of a mark up and it’s going cost a lot in merch sales too.”

The band groaned.

“And I am assuming, Chrissy the fair,” Eddie said waving his hands, “that you have already started checking up on our other venues, yes?”

She batted her eyes at him. “But of course, Eddie the Banished.” She winked and got on the phone.

“Dustin,” she greeted.

They got set up at the park and Eddie didn’t like the look of it. There was too much of a chance of people getting hurt.

He bounded up to Chrissy. “Hey, babe. I hate to add you to your already growing pile of shit you have to deal with tonight, but if you can swing it, I want extra security.”

Chrissy looked out at the growing crowd with pursed lips. “I’ll see what I can do. I’ve got Dustin working the other venues so I don’t have to worry about that.”

Eddie nodded. He almost felt sorry for the other venues.

Almost.

Dustin was a tough and tenacious agent and when he got going it was hard to stop the guy. It why Eddie had been with him for so many years. He knew his band was in safe hands if Henderson was talking to the venues.

Soon it was time to rock his heart out.

“Thank you everyone for being able to come to our little impromptu jam session,” Eddie said, stepping up to the mic. “The original venue was a shit show, I wouldn’t recommend it. At all. But let’s get to what you came here for!”

He started playing, turning his head to bob to the music as Gareth came in on drums.

“I want to make you mine!” he screamed into mic. “Your body next to me, Fitted together like by design. You set me free!”

The crowd went wild. Eddie working out his anger and frustration at the way everything ended last night. The way their previous venue had shat all over everything because they were greedy bastards. The way that Chrissy had to step in and take over because without her, they probably would have played and gotten hurt.

All that rage, hurt, and anger channeled into his music and it pushed the crowd to a fevered pitch.

Finally when the note was played and the final encore performed, Eddie felt at peace. That was the real reason he did this. It was a way for him to channel his emotions constructively.

He loved it.

Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16

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twice-inamillion · 1 year

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Jihyo’s 22nd Birthday

Part 165(TIS)

— A lot of smut and Jihyo’s first time anal.

Today is Jihyo’s Birthday and you have planned a small date for just the two of you. You remember that Jihyo mentioned how much she wanted to go to the Bathhouse the time the members went. From what the members told her she said that she wished that she could of gone. Lucky today, you’re going to make that happen.

It is 9:00 am in the morning and most of the he members are up, jihyo has given Jisoo her breakfast and gotten her ready. You asked Mina and the other members if they could watch Jisoo while you and Jihyo were out for half of the day. They agreed and were looking forward to spending some time with Jisoo.

“Make sure that everything is ready for Jihyo’s birthday party, okay” as you talk to some of the members that were at the dining table. “No problem, we will have everything set up by the time you two arrive” responds Sana. “Enjoy yourselves” winks momo.

After you and Jihyo are ready you both head out and drive off. “I’m so happy that you’re taking me to your friend’s bathhouse.” “I’ve been wanting to take you for a while now, but couldn’t. So this time I made sure that we have time to ourselves” you say.

“I wish we could of taken Jisoo we us, but you’re right, we need some time to ourselves” says jihyo as she grabs your right hand. “Yes, I can’t believe that she is already a year old. I still remember her in your tummy” you say. “Aww, I know. I kind of miss the pregnancy experience. The feeling of creating a new life with the person you love” replies jihyo. “That’s true, Jisoo our bundle of joy.”

“What about Sana, has she said anything about her getting pregnant, yet?” jihyo asked. “No not, yet. Not that she has mentioned anything” you reply.

After some time you both arrive to Samantha’s Bathhouse and text her that you have arrived. She comes out and your both greet each other after not seeing each other since last year. “Happy New Year, haha its been a while” you say. “Happy New Year! Is this Jihyo” says Samantha.

“Yes, I’m Jihyo. Nice to formally meet you. Sorry that I couldn’t meet you last time. I volunteered to take care of the kids.” “Aww that’s sweet. How old is your child?”

Jihyo pulls out her phone and shows her a picture of Jisoo during her birthday party. “Aww she looks so cute, she looks so much like you” comments Samantha. “I know right, I’ve been told she is a miniature version of me. Look I even have a picture of my Jisoo with her two sisters” as she slides to a picture of Jisoo and the twins. “Aww that’s so cute, are those twins?” asks Samantha. “Yes, they are Jisoo’s younger sisters” “Wow your body looks great for having three kids” says Samantha. “Oh no, they’re not mine, they are Mina’s as she pulls out a picture of Mina with the twins in her arms.” “Y/n, you been really busy huh, got yourself a little harem huh. Three kids with another one on the way.”

“Haha, my y/n has been busy, he’s really good at spreading his love around” exclaims Jihyo. “If you’re happy that’s all that matters, right” says Samantha.

“Okay, lets go in and get you two ready” as she walks you both to the changing room. “Me me back outside so we can get you both ready for your massages.

You and jihyo get undressed and into more comfortable clothes and wait for meet up with Samantha. She escorts you to the massage room where two employees greet you. “Hello, Mr. and Mrs. y/n. We will be your masseuse for today. After the massage you both relax in the quiet room and even take a nice needed nap.

Once that was over you Jihyo asks you to accompany her to the hot bath and take a nice dip. You agree and walk together to the edge, you see her until her bathrobe and drop it on the floor. You see her oily and smooth body from head to toe due to the massage from earlier. She grabs you by the hand and says “come on, take off that robe and join me.”

As you both get inside of the hot bath you see relaxed, you both side next to each other and begin to talk about how much you needed this trip together. “I’m so glad we came her , just the two of us. I missed our alone time” said Jihyo.

“Me too, being with all the members and the kids is fun but at the same time it can be exhausting.”

“Yes, being in charge of eight other people can be stressful sometimes but coming home to our daughter is worth it.

“She’s grown so much this past year. I kind of missed you with your belly and enlarged tits” you says.

“Stop, you’re making me embarrassed. I also miss when you used to fuck me while i was pregnant.” Hearing this was making your member wake up from its slumber. “Remember when I asked you to fuck me for the first time while I was pregnant. You were scared that it would hurt the baby.”

“Yeah, I was so childish huh.” “Oh, nothing about you is childish, on the contrary, you’re big” as she begins to massage your cock.

“Ahh fuck… Jihyo. Not here… someone might come and see us” you say painfully.

“Don’t worry about that, who cares if they catch us. You’re mine, this cock right here is mine and i want it” as she begins to jerk you off. “It’s been a long time since you’ve been inside of me and I feel kind of neglected. You been fucking others but not me. So im gonna have you, even if you don’t want to” as she grips your cock, tight.

“You’re… squeezing it too hard… it hurts..” as she is beginning to dominate you. She then proceeds to kiss your neck and says “ima make sure these girls know who owns this body. You’re mine, okay. I’m just lending you for a bit but you’re mine.”

“Jihyo, i thinking I’m going to cum.” “Try to hold it in a bit longer, okay. Don’t get the bath dirty, I’ll find a nice place for you to cum.”

She lifts herself and wraps her legs around your waist and says “okay, you can coming in here” as she aligns your cock towards her entrance. “Okay, I… fuck” giving you no opportunity to speak as she impales herself with your cock. “There, that’s better, we’re finally together.”

She begins to ride you slowly, making sure that your cock scrapes her inner walls. “I missed this, having you inside of me.” “Jihyo, I’m about to cum.” She pulls you in and whispers “how about we try for another one” she says as you automatically shoot a large amount of cum inside of her.

“Ahh…. That feels so warm… inside of me.” “Is that what you wanted” you asked.

“Yeah, I miss your cum inside of me” as she begins to ride you in the water. “It feels so different having sex in the water” you say. “Yeah, it does.”

You grab her waist and make sure that your cock reaches her deepest parts as she rides your cock.

After a while of having her ride, you notice that’s she’s starting to get red from the heat. “I think it’s time to get out, Jihyo.”

“Aww I don’t want to. I want you to keep fucking me” she whines. “How about we continue this later” you say.

“Really? We can?” she asks. “Yeah, it’s your birthday.” “Okay, but make sure you fill me up, tonight” Jihyo winks.

You both then get out of the water and get changed. You thank Samatha for allowing you to reserve the place once again and say your goodbyes.

“Can I drive back home?” jihyo asks. You then toss her the keys and she smiles. “Finally, I get to drive this fast car.”

She turns on the car, pulls out from the parking lot and steps on the accelerator to get on the highway.

“Okay, just be careful okay. I know you like to drive fast but we have to get home in one peace” you tell her. “Don’t worry about it. You know I’m a good driver. I’m just excited because I don’t get to drive this car often” she says. “Me we can get you a nice and fast one if you’d like.” “You’re serious?” “I don’t see why not but only during vacation though.”

You both get home and make sure that Jihyo is the first one to step into the house.

“Surprise!!

Jihyo is startled but quickly composes herself and sees that Jisoo is walking towards her, wearing a nice dress. She waddles to Jihyo as Jihyo squats to catch her in her arms. “Aww my baby wanted to greet me on my birthday?” Jisoo smiles, making Jihyo tear up. “Why don’t you give your mom what you made Jisoo” says nayeon. “What did you make?” as Jihyo looks to find a piece of paper in her pocket. She takes out the paper and finds that it’s a small painting of Jisoo’s hand. “Aww this is the best present I’ve received, thank you jisoo.”

“I thought Jisoo was the best present you received” shouted Chaeyoung. Jihyo turns around and glares at her. The members just laugh at Chaeyoung as she hides behind momo.

The celebration continues as the members have made a nice dinner with mostly your help. The bring out a cake and have Jihyo blow out the candles. “Make a wish!” shout the members.

“My wish is that we all stay together as a family. That we are all healthy and enjoy our lives together. Also continue being Twice and showing out love to Once.”

Hearing that has made some of the members tear up since they know how important they are to Jihyo. They gather around and hug her tightly as you try to record this beautiful moment.

Jihyo looks towards your direction and says “we can’t forget out y/n. The best dad that our daughter could have.” “That’s right, the best daddy” says Mina. “Yea! Best dad” says Dahyun as she rubs her belly. “Best future daddy too!” shouts Sana, which causes the others to laugh. “Yes! Best Daddy!!” shouts Tzuyu.

“Aww, tzuyu. We meant dad for the girls hahah” says Jihyo.

Momo and Chaeyoung trying to be pranksters say “can you be our daddy too y/n” as they wink.

“Yah!! Momo, Chaeyoung, stop messing around. Hearing that makes them quickly apologize.

The party continued and the members drank since it was the start of the weekend. Jihyo also joined in on the drinking too since she was known to be a heavy drinker. You on the other hand, wanted take a few slips here and there but still sober.

The party ended when Jihyo got you by the belt and said “come pretty boy, you’re coming back with me tonight.” This comment made the rest of the members gasp from excitement because it was rare for Jihyo share information on your sex life. “Jeongyeon unnie, take care of Jisoo, I’m going to be enjoying my birthday present tonight” as she dragged you towards her room.

“Jihyo, you’re being so proactive tonight” you say. “I wasn’t satisfied with just the appetizer, I want the whole course.”

She opens her door and pushes you to the bed and says “makes sure you’re undressed when I come back” as she walks to the bathroom. You quickly undress and wait for her to come out.

She opens the door and you can see her beautiful tan skin with a very sexy black lingerie.

The black lingerie just makes her look gorgeous, the bra doesn’t not cover her beautiful light brown nipples but instead shows it completely. It does give it some volume has it holds then together in place. Her bottom piece is just spectacular as it is a crotchless, which shows off her beautiful cunt.

“Wow you look amazing” you say in awe. “I hope you like it. I got this at Sana’s friend lingerie store. I thought I could wear something more sexy for you.”

“I…I really like. I love it” you tell her. “I so happy that you do because I want you to fuck me with it.”

“Oh… I will. Since it’s your birthday. It’s going to be all about you.”

“That’s good. Then I want you to eat me”she says as she bites her lip.

“With pleasure” as you go in for a passionate kiss. You then place her on the bed and see how beautiful she looks on top of it.

You take her legs and spread them wide open, revealing the crotchless lingerie and her shaven cunt. “Wow, it’s so beautiful, I’m going to enjoy my meal.” You proceed to kiss her thighs, then her tummy and work your way down.

Once you’re in front of her folds, you split them open and see that her nectar is beginning to leak. “You’re already wet, Jihyo. You really want this bad huh.” “Yes, I’ve been wanting you for a long time” she replies.

You then proceed to spread her open when more and see that her cervix is releasing a flow of nectar that you humbly taste. “Hmm, it taste sooo good Jihyo, your taste is so addicting” you tell her.

“Do I really taste that good?” she asks. You nod and then use to fingers to insert it into her leaking cunt. You work your way inside and scrape her walls, causing her to release a sexual moan.

Wanting to hear a bit more you stir your two fingers around, trying to collect as much of her nectar. You eventually pull them out and see that your fingers are completely wet, dripping nectar. You place your fingers on her lips and begin tracing them to coat her of nectar. Then you proceed to slowly insert your fingers into her mouth. She licks her own nectar from your fingers and says “I do taste good, you’re so lucky you’re the only one who has had the chance to taste this” says proudly.

“You’re right, I’m the luckiest man alive” you say. “Of course you are. Imagine what Once would do if they found out that you took my virginity” said Jihyo in a joking manner. “Let’s not focus on that” as you burry your face onto her wet pussy.

You use your tongue to the best of your abilities and try to dig your way to the farthest point of her juicy cunt. “Ahh… fuck, I can feel your tongue, scrapping my walls” she moans out loud.

Getting the reaction you wanted you proceed to tease her a bit and give her a small bite on her clit, which makes her twitch and gush out cum all over your face.

“I’m sorry y/n, I couldn’t hold it and didn’t warn you ahead of time” as you wipe the fluid of your face. “It’s okay, it just shows that you’re enjoying it.

“Let me service you now” jihyo says but you reply with a no. “It’s, your birthday today. You’re the one that will get serviced tonight.” Your responds makes her smile and she goes straight for a kiss. Your respond back with a passionate kiss and slowly knead her exposed breast from the lingerie she was wearing.

You then sit on the bed and spread your legs and ask her to get in the chairman position. “I want you to see yourself as you cum in front of the mirror.” “What do you mean” she asks. You then point at the long mirror that is mounted on the door. She turns around and says “I’d like that.”

You move your right hand towards her entrance and begin to rub on her folds, just before insert your fingers. Get gasps as she feels your cold fingers inside of her “ahh… your fingers are cold.” You then proceed to scrap the inside of her walls at a slow pace. She has her hands placed on your thighs and begins to grip on them when you begin to pick up the pace.

Her wet and spongy insides have a nice texture to it like tofu as you rub your fingers against it. She begins to moan “finger me faster, make me cum.” You do as she says and begin to pick up the pace, stirring her insides to the best of your abilities.

She then begins to shake, making you realize that she is about to cum. “I’m about to cum, d..don’t stop” she shouts. To make her cum faster you grab her lift breast and begin to pinch and rub her nipple with your two fingers. “No, not my nipples, they are sensitive” she moans out loud.

You have her were you want her and with one final pinch from both her nipple and her slit she squirts all over the floor, even having a few of the droplets stain the mirror. Your hand is a mess as it is completely wet from when she squirted, but also your left hand is dripping from the milk she squirted from her breast.

“I cant believe you came from both your cunt and from your breast, you’re such a horny girl, Jihyo.” “I’m not horny all the time… well not anymore” she says. “Let’s see if that’s true” as you go for a second round.

It second around doesn’t even take more than five minutes. She came more aggressively this time compared to the first and you had to hold her so she didn’t slip off from your tights and onto the floor.

Her shaking lasts a good minute as you were able to hit all of her sensitive parts better than the first time. After her shaking stops you decide to give her a small break to let her catch her breath. “Are you okay, jihyo?” I…I’m okay, it’s just that it’s been a..a while since I…I came this much.”

“Ready for the next round?” you ask. “Let me catch my breath first, okay” she says, which makes you crack up a bit.

After some time of rest and regaining some stamina back you both proceed for the next round. “I want to ride you” as she pushes you down on the bed. “Being assertive now, aren’t you.” “I just want this cock of yours, real bad” as she begins to mount you, cowgirl position.

“I need to make sure your cock is hard and ready before i take it all in” as she is jerking you off. Once it is she lifts herself a bit and aligns your cock to her entrance, trying her folds and impales herself in one swoop. “Fuck… your cock is so big, i really missed it inside of me.”

“I missed being inside of you too, you’re so tight.” Hearing that makes jihyo bush and say “I’ve been doing a lot of exercises, I was afraid that you didn’t want to make sex with me anymore because I wasn’t as tight as before, after jisoo’s birth.”

“No, that’s not the case, it’s just that we have been so busy, I’m sorry that ive neglected you.” “It’s okay, it’s my fault too, I haven’t been as assertive as before.” “Im sorry, Jihyo.” “It’s okay, we are together now and that is all that matters.”

She then begins to move slowly while grabbing onto your shoulders. You places your hands on her waist to pull her in closer to your base. After getting adjusted to your length she picks up the pace and starts to ride you much faster.

“Fuck jihyo, you look like a real cowgirl.” “I feel like a cowgirl when im riding this huge cock of yours. You know what y/n, every cowgirl needs her cowboy to well fed, right?” as she smirks. She then moves your hands from her waist and places them on her breast and says “come on, milk these cow tits, i know you want to” she squeezes them, releasing milk from her tits.

“You’re so naughty jihyo, i like it” and you take her on the offer of milking her tits. “I’m going to make sure i squeeze every ounce of milk from your breast” as you being to squeeze them in the palm of your hand.

“Yes, squeeze them hard, mark me, make sure you leave your imprints on my tits. I want everyone to know that these large melons are yours” as she rides you harder.

“Yes! Yes! like that squeeze them, milk me.” You squeeze her and milk begins to run down your hands and down her tits, down her chest onto her belly.

“Fuck, jihyo i think im going to cum” you moan out loud. “Do it. Cum inside of me, don’t you dare cum anywhere else other than my small cunt.” Hear her stay that is making your cock throb. Feeling your throbbing cock inside of her, she knows that you’re at your limit so she lifts herself up, only leaving the tip of your cock in her entrance. She then slams her whole body down, reaching your base which causes you to cum immediately. “Yeah, like that. Fill me full of cum, i wont let a single drop go to waste” as her insides are squeezing your cock, tight.

You then take the opportunity to bring her in close and attach your mouth onto her nipple and begin to suck on her breast as she rides your cock slowly with all the cum inside of her womb.

You both stay like that are a good amount of time until there is no more milk to squeeze out. “Aww, my poor baby was really thirsty. Did mommy milk you out of cum, already?” she says as a tease. You wanting to play along say “yes, your baby was really thirsty and wanted to milk from mommy’s breast.”

“Now, that you had your fill, mommy wants you to pump her with more of your special milk” as she looks at your with sincere eyes. “Don’t you think you can do that to mommy?” You nod your head up and down, without any words. She lifts herself from your cock and you see your cum drip from her cunt and down her thighs.

She lays down on the bed and says “i want my baby boy to use this mommy in anyway he likes.” Taking this to heart you begin your next set of rounds. The next continues and you preform multiple positions such as reverse cowgirl, missionary, golden arch, table top, lazy man, upstanding citizen, and finally doggy style.

During doggy style you can’t help but to grab Jihyo’s amazing butt. “You’ve been having your attention on my butt this whole time, so you like it that much?” she asks. “Yes, it’s so nice and round, I love it.” “I’m glad to hear that, I’ve actually been working on it after i had Jisoo. I know how much you like a nice ass, so I wanted to work on mine.” You then proceed to caress her ass a bit more as your thrusting inside of her pretty cunt.

After delivery if your load during doggy style, Jihyo automatically drops to the bed and says “that was amazing y/n. You having fucked me this long for a while.” “That’s right, I missed when we used to fuck all night, the way I would make you moan my name would be amazing.”

“Stop, don’t say that. You know it’s embarrassing for me to hear that.” “You know it’s true, you would moan my name a lot” as you give a nice slap on Jihyo’s ass cheek.

Catching her breath Jihyo looks at you and says “you know since it’s my birthday and I want us to unwrap a nice little gift together” as she gives you a wink. “You mean…” as your smile grows visibly bigger.

“Yes, I know I’ve been holding out on it and you have always wanted to try it and I wasn’t ready those times, but I think I’m ready know.”

“Are you sure you’re ready for it? I don’t want to do it if you’re not.”

“I am, I know I was scared the first time because it kind of hurt and we never tried it again but I think I’m good now. So how about you run out to the kitchen and get some water while I prepare.”

You nod and rush out of the room and run butt naked to the kitchen and grab some water bottles and orange juice. You try your best not to get anyone to see you as you make the quick trip. You rush into the bedroom and give Jihyo some as well.

After get a good break you both continue your next session. Jihyo sits on the edge of the bed and spreads her legs open and shows you all the cum that you pumped into her. “See how much cum in dripping down my legs” as she smiles. “Yeah, let even know that you mine, only mine and no one else’s”

She stands up and says “what do you think about the lingerie I’m wearing?” It’s beautiful, you look amazing in anything you wear. You’re a goddess.” Hearing this turns Jihyo on and she pushes you onto the bed. She gives you a sexual dance, grinds her pussy against your thighs, feeling the wetness of her folds. “You feel how wet I am for you? “Yeah, I do” as you begin to feel her body.

She grabs your cock and begs in to jerk it off, making it hard once more and says “your cock is really excited, it can’t wait to penetrate me. Are you excited to take my anal virginity?” “Fuck, I am… I really am” you says.

She gets off your thigh and stands up and begins to show you every inch of her body. “All of this is yours, only yours” as she bends over, spreading her ass cheeks and shaking her her pink puckerhole. “This is finally yours, it’s never been touched before. You get to take my virginity for the second time.”

Seeing Jihyo bent over with her ass cheeks spread wide open is making you extra hard and hot. You’re really to fuck her, there and now. But you also need to be extra careful since it’s her first time and want to make sure she has a good experience.

You grab Jihyo’s waist with your left and and release her right hand from her ass cheek, with your right hand you raise it up and giver her a nice smack on her ass. This catches her off guard and makes her give out a small moan. You caress there ass a bit just before you give it another smack.

“Get to the bed” you command her. She does as she’s told and you then push her down, making her have her face on the bed in a corner doggy style position. You caress her ass in awe and give her a few smacks, causing her cheeks to jiggle. “Fuck, your ass is perfect.”

Your cock being rock hard, you hold it with your right hand and smack it against Jihyo’s ass. Your cock causes ripples as it hits her cheeks.

You know that if you insert it as it is now, it will be painful for jihyo so instead you use the cum that is dripping down jihyo’s leg as lube. With your finger on your left hand you collect as much cum and trace it against her puckerhole.

You align your cock to her entrance and give her one last chance to back out. “Are you sure you want to do this jihyo?” you ask. “Yes, i want to, make me yours again.” There is no need for anything else as you want to enjoy this special moment.

Having your cock hovering over her entrance you let her know that you’re about to penetrate her and she takes a deep breath. You begin to slowly push through and you are met with resistance. You gather a bit more cum mixed with nectar and place it on top of her puckerhole and massage it a bit. “Try to relax, im going to try going in again” you inform her. She nods and says yes, making you continue.

You grab your cock a bit better and push it in slowly and into her ass. You see the tip begin to work its way into her ass slowly and keep on push as jihyo begins to whine. “Hmmm…” as she tries not to show any signs of pain.

You keep on inserting your length deeper and once the tip is in you let her relax it a bit and ask “you are okay, jihyo? It take a while for her to respond back but eventually she says “it hurts, it hurts a lot” as she turns to face you, having a tear dripping down. “Want me to take it out? We can maybe try next time.”

“No! I can do it. Just let me rest a bit” she says. “Okay, just let me know when you’re ready.

After what feels like a while she says “I thinking im ready, let’s continue.” You spread a bit more of her nectar around your cock to ease the penetration and continue.

You then begin to push in your cock further up her ass and noticed that jihyo is holding onto the bedsheets with a strong grip. Wanting for her not to suffer any longer you decide to just get it over it in one go. “I’m sorry Jihyo but im going to get it over it with one thrust” she turns around with panic in her eyes. Knowing that it’s going to hurt she grabs onto the bedsheet with her teeth and clenches onto it.

“Fuck… her i go jihyo, im sorry. It’s only going to hurt for a short while” and with that you pull out, only leaving the tip of your cock and with one hard thrust you reach all the way inside. The resistance of her insides is unimaginable, she had the tightest it ass you have fucked so far, but unfortunately you have made jihyo shout from the pain.

She tried her best to hold onto to the bedsheet with her teeth but the pain of her ass splitting open from your large and thick cock was unbearable. Tears flow down from her face as she tries to not cry but shouts “ *hick… it hurts so much… it hurts… you tore my rectum… *hick… you broke me…”

“I’m sorry jihyo, I tired to get it over with… you just need to let it calm down for a bit and the pain will go away.” Trying to listen to your words she tries to calm down and says “I know… you tried your best to be gentle with me but *hick… it just hurts.”

“You want me to pull out? I can if you want.” She automatically says “No! Don’t you dare pull out and make me go through this pain for nothing. I can take it. Let me just get adjusted to your length.”

You know that Jihyo is a real trooper and you know that she doesn’t give up easily and give her time to adjust.

Once she is really she says “i think im okay, let’s continue.” Grab her waist to bring her in closer and begin to move. He recede your cock, half way and thrust it back in “fuck it hurts…” she says. “Want me to stop?” “No just keep on going, i can take it.”

“Okay, here i go” as you thrust your cock in and out of her. You scrape the walls and increase the pace little by little. Her shouting of pain goes from being unbearable and decrease, then turns into something tolerable to something pleasurable.

The more you thrust in and out of her ass the more she begins to enjoy it. From screaming “it hurts” turned into “y/n fuck me harder.” “You really changed your attitude after a couple of thrusts, huh” trying to tease her. “Ohh shut up, you’re making me embarrassed. Just focus on fucking my ass instead.”

You pick up the pace and decide to do a different position. But before you move you raise her right hand once more and give her a hard slap. “Ahhh… that hurts… hit me again” she shouts. You raise your hand once more and give her another smack. “Again, harder” as you repeat this multiple times on both cheeks.

Once you are done her ass cheeks are completely red and both your hands are imprinted on them. You grab Jihyo from the waist and bring her up.

“Let’s change the pace a bit” and move her into the standing doggy position. You support her by holding onto her arms to keep her from falling back onto the bed.

Every thrust is hard and reaches deep inside of her. The amount of moaning that results from this is amazing. She went from just taking it in the ass to clenching your cock with her ass.

“Fuck jihyo, your ass feels nice and tight, you’re going to make me cum.”

“Yes, cum inside of my former virgin ass, flood my ass with your cum” she moans. “This ass, this tight pussy, these tits, everything is yours. You can cum inside of me whenever you want. Don’t hold back, fill me to the brim.”

“I’m going to cum, let it all inside” as a tsunami of cum comes rushing into her ass, filling it all.

“Fu…fuck… so warm. That feels nice” as her eyes begin to roll back from the pleasure and begins to lose her balance. You having spent your energy from fucking so long fall onto the bed with Jihyo.

You slowly regain your balance after getting dizzy for a moment and pull out. You feel your cock struggling to get out as Jihyo is unconsciously trying to hold onto your cock with her walls. You give a bit more strength and your cock is released from jihyo’s grasps as you hear a popping noise from the suction of having your cock inside of her.

You then see a gaping asshole as jihyo’s ass is trying to clench onto something but there is nothing else to grab onto. “Aww my poor jihyo passed out from having her first anal experience.”

You watch her as she is laying there on the bed and as her asshole is spilling out cum, from being overflowed with your cum.

You walk towards the chair where you pants was and pull out your phone and take a picture. A picture of her first anal experience and the amount of cum that is escaping.

You then try to move her a better spot of the bed so she can finally get some rest, after this long but hard session.

You lay down next to hear and kiss her back but not before hearing a semi conscious Jihyo say “i want you to hold me tight and i want to sleep your your cock inside of me like the old days.”

There is not need for words as you bring her in closer on cuddle her, but not before you shove your cock back inside of her tight pussy and finally get some sleep.

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Little did you know that your dumb butt forgot to close the door as you made your way back to the room.

The door was slightly open and allowed the opportunity for someone to catch a glimpse if they wanted to. And that is exactly what happened.

As momo woke up from her sleep she made her way to the kitchen but heard noises coming from the room that you and jihyo were using. Curious she walks towards the room and sees what was going on and stays to watch the action.

Tzuyu also comes out from the bathroom and sees momo standing in front of the room and walks up to momo and says “what are you doing momo unnie?

“Shhh… just look” as she tries to whisper and not get caught. They both peek and watch as you are fucking jihyo from behind and destroying her ass. The moans of pleasure that is coming from Jihyo is something that they haven’t seen before and it’s addictive.

“I feel hot momo unnie” whispers Tzuyu as she unknowingly is getting horny. ‘I’m kind of hot too” as momo has her hands inside of her shorts, touching herself. “Momo unnie, you’re leaking something down your shorts” as momo is leaking nectar form all this excitement. “You too, look” as momo points out to Tzuyu as she is also leaking nectar from her shorts.”

“Momo unnie, i think im horny” as she starts to place her hand inside of her shorts and begins to finger herself. Momo initially surprised but can’t blame Tzuyu because she feels the same way.

They both finger fuck themseleves as they watch you and Jihyo have the best time of your lives, together.

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diamondcrownacademy · 6 months

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DCA Info Part 32: Meet Jinlong Esi 🐲

Jinlong Esi (ジンロン・エシ, Jinron Eeshi) is the dorm leader of Dragonstone. She comes from a race of dragons and desires to prove her worth.

History

Jinlong was born and raised in the Valley of Clouds, a city where other dragonkin live. Jinlong is the only girl in a family of four boys, she's unable to do much due to her homeland's traditions.

When Jinlong was a child, she was taught to fix damaged antiques and relics and she keeps the restored relics in a sealed vault.

Overtime, she secretly learned the art of metalsmith from an old dragon who lives in the tallest mountain of the valley and went through a lot of training to be strong and strategic.

Personality

Jinlong is described as a quiet young woman with an aura of coolness and mystery around her. She desires more than anything to prove herself and to prove that she can be just as strong as her brothers.

She only has a few close friends to talk to and even less to spar with because most of them are delicate and she doesn't want to seem like a brute person. Although she may seem composed on the outside, she has a dragon's temper. To calm herself down, she moves out of sight to meditate. It will work if no one bothers her or makes a loud noise.

She mostly keeps to herself because she has a bit of a culture shock at how different everything is at DCA.

Jinlong makes use of anything to solve a problem, sort of like a macgyver kind of problem solving. Even if it sounds ridiculous, if it works then it's not stupid.

Appearance

Jinlong is a young woman in her late teens. She has pale yellow skin, green reptilian like eyes, pointy elf ears, copper brown hair with a portion of it being gold, a pair of gold horns that resemble those commonly seen on eastern dragons and a green tail with the tip being gold and shaped like a flame.

2020 School Uniform

Jinlong wears a blue bolero top with the cuffs having red ribbon detailing shaped like flowers with a blue pearl in the center. Underneath the top is a scarlet red top with a sweetheart bodice, teal colored gem buttons. She also sports a scarlet red overskirt with a gold scale pattern and gold ruffle trim as well as black pants with the ends being red, divided by gold trim and having the same scale pattern as the overskirt. For footwear, Jinlong wears a pair of two toned flats with one side being a solid black and the other being red with the same golden scale patterning. The shoes also have tan soles, gold trim and gold ribbons.

Jinlong accessorizes with a bu yao with a red pin and strands, teal beads and gold detailing that makes it resemble a flower, as well as a pair of gold diamond earrings. Other accessories include a black collar with gold trim, a teal pearl necklace with a circular brooch, and a black belt with various gold ribbons.

2021 School Uniform

Jinlong was changed a bit. Her bolero top now covers her bust and has teal gem buttons, the black collar now resembles a high collar, the pants look simpler and have gold trim, and the shoes have solid colors and have gold trim and flats.

Some new additions include Jinlong's hair being slightly wavy, the bu yao is now red with a white flower that has mint green leaves and a maroon pearl, the earrings are now pearl earrings, red nails, a gold chain belt with red crochet detailing, a scarlet red floral qipao dress with gold trim and gold scales on her tail.

School Statistics

Jinlong Esi is an 18 year old 3rd year student. She is classified as Student #16 and is in Class 3-B. She is a member of the Aviary Club and her best subject is Magic History. Her favorite school subject is Martial Arts because wants to be strong enough to challenge her older brothers. Her least favorite school subject is Party Hosting because she has terrible experiences with hosting parties and it brings back memories of bad experiences. She's good at the subject only because she can't afford to get bad grades but she dislikes it.

For her idol performances, Jinlong has a voice fit for singing traditional folk songs with a shifting tone. But she prefers to sing songs that tell a story rather than just expressing one's feelings.

For her choreography, Jinlong mixes modern dance with traditional Chinese dance sometimes. She has very strong movement almost as if she wields a sword.

Relationships

Family

Not much is known about Jinlong's relationship with her parents, what is known however is that her mother aids her in hiding her secret.

Her relationships with her brothers on the other hand, are rather complicated to say the least...

Ying would constantly remind her to know her place as a daughter of the household since he views going against tradition is equivalent to bringing shame to the family. He even went so far as to physically assault Ushi for raising his voice at him when he defended Jinlong. Thier relationship is so estranged that Jinlong is even comfortable badmouthing about Ying to close friends. She doesn't dare to voice her opinion to his face but she will smack talk him behind his back.

Ushi is more friendly towards Jinlong but is a bit of a coward when it comes to confronting Ying.

She's distrustful of Gou while Tuzi doesn't seem to have a relationship with her at all.

Out of all of her brothers, Hou is the only one she gets along with, he always seeks out to join his sister in her studies and their parents allow it since they see Jinlong providing assistance to a younger sibling.

Pet

Jinlong has a pet Komodo dragon named Rongyu. He likes to lounge around and makes weird noises that sometimes startles Jinlong.

Fellow Students

Jinlong is quite competitive with Evonie. She has little friends to spar with.

Night Raven College Students

Jinlong sympathizes with Leona due to also feeling trapped in the the shadow of their elder sibling.

Romance

Jinlong would want to be with someone who won't treat her like a stereotypical housewife and actually pay attention that she's doing this because she wants to prove herself.

Powers and Abilities

• Magic: Much like her fellow students, Jinlong can use magic.

• Swordplay: Much like her fellow dorm leader, Vidya, Jinlong is known to be a very skilled swordswoman.

• Agility: Jinlong does yoga in her spare time and in turn makes her flexible. Eastern dragons are known to be long and can move their bodies to make themselves look wiggly.

• Blacksmithery: Jinlong is said to be a master blacksmith.

• Fire Breath: Being a dragonkin, Jinlong is able to breathe fire and even uses it to forge and melt metals.

• Acrobatics: Jinlong is said to have a talent for acrobatics.

Unique Magic

Jinlong's unique magic is called "Gold Dragonfire" (最も純粋な金の竜の炎/ゴールド・ドラゴンファイア, Gōrudo Doragonfaia; lit. "The Purest Gold Dragon Flame"). She can breathe golden fire that will melt her targets but it won't burn the area.

Voice

According to her bio, Jinlong would be voiced by Ayako Kawasumi, who has voiced many iconic and famous characters throughout her career. Such as Akari Kamigishi from To Heart, Saber from Fate/stay night, and Elie from Rave Master just to name a few.

Trivia

• Her birthday is on July 27th, making her a Leo. She shares her birthday with Leona Kingscholar.

• She is 184 cm tall, making her the tallest of the dorm leaders.

• Her favorite food is tea of any kind while her least favorite food is porridge. Although Jinlong prefers heatable leftovers and takeout over actual food and cooked meals sometimes. She dislikes being looked down on and unorganized spaces.

• She enjoys Forging.

• Her preferred Styling Jewel Outfit Styles are Cultural, Cool and Gothic.

• For her casual attire, Jinlong would mostly wear asian style jackets with some chinese animal on the back. She will wear jeggings and shirts.

• She prefers dark colors.

• She is dubbed "Little Dragonfish" (ドラゴンフィッシュちゃん, Doragonfisshu-chan) by Floyd due to her dragon motifs.

• Jinlong is commonly referred to as "Jin" or by her surname, Esi.

• Jinlong likes to forge relics in her spare time.

• Jinlong’s Overblot would occur if she would have an argument with either her elder brother or father with the former having the tendency to scold Jinlong in regards to being a household daughter while the latter never tolerates the breaking of tradition and views the world outside of the Valley of Clouds as inferior.

• Jinlong would be a philosopher in the future.

• Jinlong loves moon cakes as a dessert.

• Jinlong would smell like something that smells like incense.

• Jinlong’s signature scent would be a combination of both incense and maybe the sun from training.

• Jinlong’s worst fear is having her hard work wasted for nothing which would prove that her father was right all along.

#jinlong esi #DCA info #meet the dorm leaders #diamond crown academy

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cloudjumpervalka · 2 months

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really surprised i haven't posted these?

the first is a lineup of my apprentice for the arcana game in their various outfits. they have since become a big inspiration for my new book project

the second is a lineup of all my ttrpg characters over the years. more info about them below (this is so long i apologize but i love my blorbos)

Dagny - half wood elf druid. he lives alone in a swamp after running away from home. he doesn't much care for people after growing up in a toxic environment. he dedicates himself to preserving the wildlife he's found solace in. Notably has a pet seagull named Gordon and a coral snake named Alton

Beryl Frozenfire (ft. Sapphire Frozenfire) - mountain dwarf barbarian. beryl and sapphire grew up as siblings born into a wealthy mining family (all of their family is named after blue gemstones) beryl grew up more interested in fighting to protect her home while sapphire grew up interested in becoming a powerful wizard. they grew up as the best of friends but long story short, beryl accidentally kills sapphire during a raid on her family's mine. beryl leaves her family home to atone for this, only to return years later with her new traveling party against her wishes. while saving her family's mine which had fell apart after the disappearance of their two children, she finds herself now magically attached to an ax holding the angry soul of her dead sister.

Morgana Thales - dusk elf death cleric. (yes i used Mor for a like month long side campaign i dont remember the exact details but bear with me) morgana loses her wife in a raid against their village. she then makes a deal with the followers of (i dont remember the deity oops but i think?? it was Shar?) to resurrect her wife in exchange of her service

Jullian - fey eladrin bard. he plays the hurdy gurdy. he's a traveling musician that relies on his constant traveling to refrain from forming any good relationships. (and honestly i've tried playing him in two different campaigns but i just can't rp as him lmao so me leaving those campaigns early is very in character actually)

Nanjo - human... doomed superhero... "vape ghost". she was born with powers that allow her to turn her body into vapor to "teleport" (similar to reaper/moira ovw) however every time that she uses her powers, she loses a part of her physical body. she currently does not have either of her arms intact, instead she moves her hands around with clouds of vapor she forms to create "smoky arms". she does not want people to know she is essentially disintegrating for multiple reasons. but the main reason is she is a retired jpop idol. it was too hard to keep her secret on stage so she left her other two group members to be a duo. while she cannot continue performing on stage, she uses her abilities in a modified cosplay of her favorite idol to fight crime

Olive Alberich - android on the run from being disassembled. she was built as a product of a corrupt company. she was purchased by a wealthy family that used her to act as a nanny for their child. she acted essentially as the kid's sole caretaker as well as her homeschool teacher as she had infinite knowledge in her head. one day the kid asks to do a science experiment as her homework for the day, but things go wrong and results in the kid dying from a explosion/fire that burns down that wing of the mansion. this event triggers an empathy chip in olive's brain that was not meant to be installed. olive distraught in that moment can recall her years raising this kid in new light while watching her body burn. her owners after seeing olive's new attitude, call for her recall as they believe she intentionally killed their child. she believes this is unjust and is now on the run. she has since acquired a new "cool girl" look by cutting her hair, changing her wardrobe, and replacing one of her eyes. if anyone asks, she's human

the last one is cheating because its beryl again but from when i tried bringing her back for a new campaign that was abandoned quickly lol

#witchart #the arcana game #jasper #dnd #ttrpg #oc #original character #dagny #beryl #morgana #jullian #nanjo #olive

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beautifulsnake2162020 · 1 year

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Higher Intervention: Aemond x FemReader (House of the Dragon x Sandman fanfic) Part 6

Disclaimer: This is a fanwork to show appreciation for the intellectual properties used. I also haven't read Fire and Blood and most if not all that I know is from the TV show.

Gif by veinereastath

Premise: Alys Velaryon, older twin sister of Jace Velaryon is the only member among Rhaenyra's children whom Aemond cannot completely hate. As their love story progresses, a newer and larger threat complicates things and reveals discoveries that neither the greens or the blacks had ever imagined.

AN/CW: PLEASE READ THIS FIRST! This chapter contains some torture scenes that are not suitable for all audiences. I did my best not to be too graphic to the point of it being gory and mainly focused on the feelings being experienced. Having said that I'm not entirely sure if it will be your cup of tea so if you see this " XXX " This means that this is the start of the torture part and it ends with seeing this sign again. I made sure it was still fine for readers who wants to skip the torture scenes.

Anyway other CWs include: Suicidal thoughts, thoughts of self-harm, and various forms of abuse including physical, sexual, and psychological abuse. A mention of sexual objectification as a punishment.

If you wish to read the previous parts (which I recommend you do if you haven't read them yet):

Part 1 / Part 2/ Part 3/ Part 4/ Part 5

Taglist (comment down below if you want to be included): @winxschester @memento-mora @mxrgodsstuff

Also tagging:

@lady-phasma @aemonds-war-crime @adderess @princeaemonds because some of their ideas of Aemond have undoubtedly influenced my work.

First, the confession.

After meeting with the contacts provided to work out the possible logistics and implementation of your proposed counsel as well as making sure some clarifications were addressed, you made your way to the place that filled you with dread for what you are about to do. Vereena and Kayla had made sure you had a full stomach filled with your favorite foods in your chambers. Both of them know what is to come and that you won't be able to eat good quality food for awhile. How Kayla was able to convince the Yi Ti delegation to give you another roasted duck in the way they did it was beyond your understanding. You also return to your father his guards who have served you well, although a part of you knows that he will probably still send them to keep an eye on what you're doing.

"What do you wish to confess child?"

The septon looks at you with no judgment, or at least that's what he believes he is doing.

You sit beside him as you pour your heart out.

You need to believe in this for this to work.

Believe that the things you now confess are going to be yours now.

On your soul.

On your being.

Your confession and your repentance must have worked. You were guided to a room in the dormitory of sinners. Since your clothes were already quite plain you didn't need to change into the garb that they would have repentant sinners change into. You were given simple yet hearty meals. It wouldn't help any of them if the Targaryen they were going to publicly punish would be dead before they made their point.

But you didn't miss the look of sadistic delights among the members of the Faith militant as you surrendered yourself to them.

Second, the penance.

This in itself is divided into several different parts.

The first part of this was admitting your sins to the parties you've wronged. According to the Faith militant the more humiliating the experience is, the more pure the process of purification is for the repentant sinner.

You weren't surprised when from their Cloister Sept they wash and bathe you in preparation for your penance.

"You just need to say your sins and to apologize to every person you have offended child." Says the Septa who was braiding your hair so that it will be out of the way. After braiding it she ties your hair into a bun. You were given a clue of what they have in store for you once your penance in court was concluded. You were allowed to have one last time of full rest before your suffering would begin. One last hearty meal before you began your journey walking towards the Red Keep from the Cloister Sept. On foot this took several days, with you at the center while you were surrounded by Septons, Septas and laypeople. You recall how you once travelled this road by carriage, and now you and the Faith militant are now travelling by foot. You all would rest in every Sept that was planned out along the way. They choose to suffer with you as they believe that their sins would also be purified along with your suffering.

You finally arrive at the entrance of the Red Keep. The guards were initially hesitant to allow non-nobility who were not part of the staff to enter. But then they see you at the center. It was only then that they were comfortable allowing your group to enter.

You and your group enters the court room. The last time you made a dramatic entrance in court was in your first few days have when you assisted your grandfather in intervening in the Driftmark trial.

And now as you enter again - the king is now on the Iron Throne. A lot healthier and much more mobile than he was last time. Still old and at risk for impending death, but there's no denying that he was a lot better than he was previously. Same as before, the blacks and the greens were on their respective sides. And once again everyone was staring at you. In particular both sets of your siblings, Aegon, Helaena, Ser Cole, Lord Larys Strong, and of course Aemond.

"What is the meaning of this?!" The King angrily says the moment you meet his eyes from where you were.

"Why do you have my granddaughter in shackles before me?!"

"Your grace." The lead septon says with two armed members of the Faith Militant on either side. He takes his time until some of the chatter has died down. With his back to you, your guess is that he must be revelling in his new found power at having you in his mercy.

"We are the Faith Militant. We are the armed forces of the Seven and no one wishes our wrath upon them. Need I remind you that Maegor only won our uprising against the crown by sheer luck?"

"Untrue septon! Do you forget septon that my family has dragons at our disposal?"

"To execute your own granddaughter - for the sins she has done against you? Why not? After all maybe we can now finally test if dragonfire is truly purifying." At the mention of you possibly dying the King calms down reluctantly. But you can see that your father's hand hovering over his sword or dagger. Aemond's expression is unreadable but you wager that he is doing his best to not act impulsively.

"May I remind you your grace, that this is not a matter of politics but a matter of faith. Right now if any of us are harmed by any of your guards, family, or courtiers, then that is a sign of religious persecution. Something that you don't want if we, the Faith Militant would continue tolerating the kind of marriages your family thrives on." And this was the final nail as the King and everyone begins to realize who exactly has the power this time. Both factions are involved in strategic incestuous marriages and neither side can afford to have those marriages be declared invalid.

"Aren't you lot disbanded? Or so that's what I hear since your defeat by Maegor."

"Only as an independent group. But we are still very much in the service of the Seven Prince Daemon." The lead Septa says as she tugs on the chains of your shackles as she goes behind you in facing your father. He snorts in amusement as he continues glaring at the Septa behind you.

"Yet even now you hide behind my daughter. Release my daughter and I'll forget you were even in my presence."

"Prince Daemon, she came to us."

"It doesn't matter, whatever she has done should be sorted from within my family. Not in a faith that is more than ready to punish any strange women."

"This is part of her penance Prince -" Your father draws his sword aiming for the Septa behind you but was deflected by one of the armed members who are with you.

"Daemon! Brother stand down."

"Rhaenyra and I married under the traditions of Old Valyria. We are not under these shits who say they have authority."

"If you don't want us to consider your marriage illicit you will put your sword down." The lead septon says as calmly as he can.

"No, let him draw his sword." You feel yourself pushed forward till your father's sword is almost touching your skin.

"If he wants to draw blood, then it should be the blood of his own stepdaughter. Every suffering she survives is a step closer to her purification." You try to calm yourself as your father's sword is close to your neck. You do your best not to look scared or cry.

But your father notices your expression. He notices the feelings you tried to hide.

And it was only then that he stands down and withdraws his sword safely away from your skin.

"Alys Velaryon is not here as a Princess. She is here as a repentant sinner - here to confess to you the crimes as part of her journey towards purification. We of the Faith Militant have decided to bring her here before you today since everyone she has committed an offense against would be present. Once she has finished her confession of sins she shall begin her actual purification on front of everyone." The lead septon then tugs on your chains as he forces you to walk on front of the King, and the main members of both factions.

"It's time to confess before your victims, sinner." With one last tug, you were made to kneel before everyone.

"I, Alys Velaryon, confess to the following offenses before his grace, the King, and all who hear me today." You take a breath before you begin what may be the most difficult part of it all.

But you need to believe they are yours.

These sins are now yours to claim.

And to suffer for.

"First, with the assistance of Larys Strong, I raped Ser Criston Cole in his sleep. Second, it is I who told Aemond of Vhagar no longer having a rider. Third, once he has claimed Vhagar when he was on his high after claiming Vhagar - it is I who punched him after he called me and my siblings bastards. It is I who slashed his face and made him lose his eye. It was I who betrayed him and ended our friendship in Driftmark."

"No."

"What in the Sevens is she doing?"

"Does she really expect us to believe this?"

"I don't entirely understand what she's doing."

"Whatever it is, things are going to get interesting."

"She was practically skin and bones when she emerged from Ser Cole's room. I have a hard time believing she's the one who forced herself on him."

"We all know this is bullshit - why is she claiming to have done these things?"

"Alys - granddaughter why? Why are you doing this to yourself?" At the sight of the King's face you decide to mix as much of the truth that would blend in with your confession.

"Because - because you have failed to solve this infighting!" You couldn't help the tears that are beginning to gather on your eyes. This was too important to suddenly ignore it through your tears.

"You have only tried solving the symptoms of the problem, not the problem itself. And the moment you die this infighting will become a civil war forcing our family to kill each other. And I am too weak and tired to let this go on any longer!" You breath back in some of your mucus that was threatening to pour out along with your tears.

"When Ser Cole called me a witch for exercising control over any man drawn to me, it began my reflection and realization that I was the source of the problem. I am a fraud! I am not a princess! I am only a bastard whore who deserves the worst treatment for tearing this family apart because of my sins." You straighten your back as you slowly stood up and met the King's worried eyes.

"And so I went to the Faith Militant to finally pour out my guilt and to seek repentance. Through their education I know now if I survive this purification, I will be nothing more than a slave to serve whomever master they sell me to. I am already ruined, and they are placing me back on the path of repentance."

There were more gasps and more comments but you couldn't bother. You could feel every single eye from both factions judging you.

"Well done sinner."

"Ouh." A choker made of thorns was placed on your neck from behind. You could feel the thorns piercing your skin little by little.

"Take her to the gallows. Now begins her next stage of purification."

"Wait - what's going to happen to her?" You hear Luce ask as you feel yourself dragged and pushed out.

"Oh just the standard torture methods -" You weren't able to hear beyond that as you were dragged to the gallows area. On the journey there you feel yourself being slapped, spitted on, and your plain clothes were being torn apart. What remains is your shift underneath your clothes

XXX

Before you knew it you were on the gallows. Gathered on front of the crowd.

And someone was pushing your head in a deep bucket of water.

"Repent."

"But I am -"

Underwater again.

"Claim your faults"

"I do."

Suffocation again.

"Suffer for your salvation."

You weren't able to respond. Your head was back in underwater. You weren't sure how many times more you were dunked.

Probably because you were brought back to the present when you felt the first sting of the whip on your bare back.

You just realized as another whip hits your back that your hands were now shackled around a wooden post. Your shift was sliced or torn open to reveal your back.

"Ah" You try to hold back from saying any sound. The thorns around your neck pressing against your skin by being pressed against the post was painful enough.

"Um." The stings become even more painful as they became faster and multiple people began to participate in injuring your back.

At some point you looked down and noticed some tiny streams of blood flowing down your chest. Probably from some of the thorns now piercing your skin.

Your mind began to numb as the whipping...were they even using whips?...Became more severe as they move to your sides. Maybe it was your own way of making sure you could endure this first part of the suffering. It was only when they had stopped because it was getting dark and rain was starting to fall down, that you realized that you had been crying out in pain. You could taste your own tears, and your throat felt dry from exhaustion.

Members of the Faith Militant then splash your back with salt water. You could feel the sting from the high concentration of salt in it. Then they unshackle you briefly only to move you into another contraption.

XXX

After the first part of your punishment was finished. Or so it seemed. The members of the Faith Militant now shackled you - this time from behind - around a metal post. The metal post had the seven pointed star in your head area. It's points mockingly acting as some sort of crown surrounding your head. If earlier the thorns were piercing the front of your neck, this time you had to be careful not to lean against the post. There seemed to be not much thorns compared to the front of the choker but if you could help it you would reduce the amount of suffering you currently had to endure - after all there was only more to come when you went back to the cloistered sept.

"It appears that the Seven has now blessed us with an incoming storm filled with lightning and thunder!" The lead septon cries out as you feel some of the pain that you've endured from earlier creep into your muscles.

"We have shackled the sinner into the symbol of the Seven! This is her first divine test! If the Seven spares her from being struck by lightning and thunder, she shall proceed to walk back to our cloister sept for her 30 days of solitude. And if she manages to survive those 30 days, then we shall give Prince Aemond the chance to remove her left eye for the offense she has caused him. And then she shall be given as a slave to Ser Criston Cole!"

The storm pours stronger and everyone else quickly go in search for shelter. If this is how the Seven or any divine being decides that you should die then so be it. You were too exhausted and in pain to even attempt to control the incoming lightning that was headed your way.

"If anyone out there can hear me - if you wish me to die, then smite me quickly!"

More rain, and now you hear the thunder. The sky was now dark and black with only the fires through the windows giving any sense of light amidst the continuing heavy downpour that was making things worse to see through.

"I'm too tired...I'm not strong...I'm too weak to be strong...to any being out there - end my misery...smite me in my sleep as I hang...as I hang from this post."

You feel the thorns prick against the underside of your chin as you surrender yourself to the whims of the thunderstorm.

You weren't able to enter into your dream bedroom nor play with Gregory or meet with the Sandman and his lovely wife.

Instead you had a dreamless sleep. Funny how you were also too exhausted to dream after the events of the day.

If you died now. Perhaps this was the best way.

After all you've already said your piece to everyone involved in the infighting. If you were to be the first casualty...

You just hope that the White Worm would keep her promise about being the one to make your proposed solution come true.

"Princess?" A soft voice slowly awakens you from whatever rest you had given yourself.

"Ser Arari?"

"It is about to be dawn. Quickly open your mouth. Drink some warm water." He guides you as you drink from his cup. As you slowly become more awake, you notice that he was not alone.

"My lady, here have some food. This porridge is still really warm. Priestess Kara made it herself when she and the other Holy women noticed the rain was ending."

"Don't worry Lady Alys, the three of us had made sure that none of the Faith Militant noticed our presence." Ser Ion says as he rubs salve over your wounds.

"Bu - but why?"

"My lady, we all know of the suffering you are about to endure. Allow us to help you alleviate some of it while we still can."

"That was really brave of you my lady." Your heart feels like breaking as Ser Kormy gives you a reassuring smile from under his hood.

"You are one of the strongest people I know. And what you have done really proves it."

"The acolyte is right. Dramatic? Yes, but sometimes dramatic measures needed to be taken for the point to be heard."

"I'm still rather upset that you didn't even attempt to at least guide the lightning away from you." You do your best to give him a sad smile.

"I'm sorry - I feel so exhausted to try and do it. And you've always said it's better to stay safe than to accidentally guide the lightning towards yourself."

"...It pains me to hear you say those words."

"What words Ser Arari?"

"That you're sorry."

"My colleague, at least this time she's saying it to something she has actually done."

"Or rather hasn't done. Oh I'm sorry lady Alys - I didn't mean -"

"It's fine Ser Kormy. I'm as fine as I can be."

"Oh Princess...your cries of pain as they dunked and whipped you had put a pain in our hearts."

"Why won't you let us help you? Or if not us then why not your allies in court?" Ser Ion asks in a mix of pain, anger, and sadness.

"Be - because...it is necessary...that I do this alone...there is no...other way for them...for them to -" You coughed heavily as all three of them looked at you in despair.

"Thank you, you three. But...I...need...to do this."

There was a reluctance in all of their ends to leave you. But after making sure that you ate enough and drank enough, they left as quickly as they came.

And that's when the sun rose.

And you were unshackled from the metal post with the seven pointed star.

Only for your next task to carry it on your own as you walked on foot to the way back to the cloister sept.

"Stop this." Aemond tries demanding the lead septon.

"Your highness, as a devout member of the Faith, surely you must know that this is necessary for her purification."

"I also know that the Faith highly promotes the truth. And the truth is that she is innocent of all the sins she has admitted to yesterday." You hear his tone become even more dangerous, but from what you can tell with the lead septon's back to you - Aemond was starting to get frustrated.

"And even if she were - she still bears so much guilt. Trust me your highness, we have all heavily evaluated her and all agree that this is the appropriate penance for her purification." Of course the Faith Militant wouldn't let you go. Now that you were under their power they will take this opportunity to sadistically release all their rage against your family. You were a bastard, a woman, accused of witchcraft, and most important of all - you did not have a dragon. Of all the members of your family who could've been placed in their power to abuse, you were the best one they could have hoped for. Someone with little to no power to retaliate against them.

The lead septon moves to order your unshackling before Aemond tries once again.

"Does the Faith not also prize forgiveness?"

"Of course it does your highness."

"Then as the alleged victim of one of her offenses, I forgive her from her sin against me." He does not let the septon's eyes out of his gaze.

"I forgive her for any sins she has done against me. She has suffered enough. She already has my forgiveness, let her go." There was a pause.

"Your highness..."

"Let her go, I will personally make sure she makes amends for all of her sins. She does not deserve this septon."

"... Your highness..."

Another long pause.

"...You are merely another member of the Faith. You may have power over the next ruler, the lands, or the skies with you and your dragons. But we, the Faith Militant, have the power over souls and over things the Sept alone cannot do. True, you may have forgiven her. But unless the High Septon himself intervenes - neither you nor any member of your family has power over her purification. She is after all the cause of your infighting."

You could only guess that his frustration now showed on his face as the metal post was placed on your back as you began your long walk from the gallows to the cloister sept. Members of the Faith Militant kept a close distance. To make sure that nobody helped you carry the metal post; and to make sure that if any of your relatives decided to use their dragon against them, their positions would guarantee that any dragonfire aimed at them would also kill you too.

After several days of walking while carrying the metal post, eating the bare minimum meal that they've given you to ensure you don't die along the way, and of sleeping on the floor - your group was now back in the cloister sept.

Just a little more...

Just put the metal post on the altar...

"An applause for a task well done!" You were numb to the applause given by those around you. You were too exhausted to really appreciate it anyways. The metal post was somewhat bearable. But after being food deprived, sleep deprived, and pain induced for several days, you were surprised that you were able to make it.

"In celebration of her first major penance, she shall be given a heavier meal to prepare for the next stage of purification."

The meal it turned out didn't matter so much. It was probably one of the last sources of relief before they placed you in an entirely different room.

This room was painted white all around. The window was high enough that you couldn't reach it, but also small enough to only allow air flow to pass in the room. There was no bed, only a hay mattress with reed mats on the floor. The walls were close together - not allowing for much room to move around except perhaps to walk towards the chamber pots. One for urine, one for feces.

And nothing else.

"This room is especially designed for reflection sinner." The septa says as she removes the braids she has previously made.

"No distractions. Just thoughts and reflection. Now hold still."

She then begins cutting off your beautiful long hair.

"This is to remove your sin of vanity. After all, it would simply get in the way of your purification now in your 30 days of solitude." Maybe vainness was a sin of yours after all. Your heart breaks everytime you feel your head getting lighter. Today was the second day of your 30 days.

The next time you were brought out of your room it was about the fifth day in your thirty days.

This time they removed the thorn choker they had placed on you.

What brief relief.

And after making sure the wounds made by the thorns were cleaned and treated.

The relief ended.

XXX

"May this suffering purify her!" Someone said as they lay you on your back with your arms outstretched and your legs spread apart.

And you had to maintain that for what seemed like hours on end. If you moved, they would place it back into position. You knew when it was over because then they would make you stand before escorting you to your room of reflection as they call it.

You lost the count of when you were on your days in your 30 days of solitude. They made sure to only bring you out of your room rather sparingly. You weren't sure if you were just becoming insane at the loss of anything to do while you were just kept in your room. Even meals and hygiene washes became another chance of simply having something to do apart from your thoughts.

Your penance through stillness has evolved. This time instead of your arms outstretched, you were to keep your arms straight above you as you held various sacred objects of the Faith. Once again for hours on end. On the good side, it meant that you didn't have to be in your room as much. On the bad side, it meant more active torture from the Faith Militant.

You don't know which you preferred more. A room alone with your thoughts without anything to do and no one - not even the beings you've met in your dreams - to talk to; or actively suffering as the Faith Militant take sadistic delight in it. You pretend not to know that some of them were pleasuring themselves on the sides as they watch you struggle to endure your suffering. But even they cannot hide the smell of their sex and their releases from your senses.

Soon it evolved once again.

This time it was placing needles under every toenail as your arms struggled to keep their strength and rigidness of carrying whatever object they have you carry for that day. You thought you knew how painful needles were since you would occasionally prick yourself while doing needle work with Rhaena or Helaena. But it was an entirely different and much more painful experience when needles would be jammed underneath your toenails.

You really tried hard not to cry.

And soon because of your reactions - a lot of them you couldn't control - if there was something that they didn't like, whether it was how your tears began running from your eyes or if they didn't like your expression or how you reacted - your torturers would now quickly remove any object you were holding, stretch your arms wide, and insert needles under every fingernail.

You had to endure these things for hours on end.

You don't know how much time has passed before the lead septon had a special set of tools that was being prepared in the fire of your torture room.

"And now to remind you of the power of the Seven, we shall now place on you their star on your body." Your eyes widen, someone starts saying a prayer as you were forcefully made to lie on your back. They immediately close your legs and settle your feet on the table.

"Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger, by placing your star on her body, purify her foul sins and save her from the Seven Hells."

It began with your left foot. On the space between your toes and the joint where your leg and your foot meets. They had to hold you down, but allowed you to cry and scream in agony. All the while repeating the same statement over and over again.

"Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger, by placing your star on her body, purify her foul sins and save her from the Seven Hells."

Then it was your right foot.

Then the leftside of your hip.

Then the right.

Then your left hand inside your palm.

Then the right.

Then finally you were made to sit up.

To be branded on the back of your neck.

The only benefit you could see was that at least now you had something new to think and ponder about as you stay in the mental shackles of your room.

XXX

Whenever you rested in between your sessions of suffering you believe you have begun to lose your mind.

Perhaps they have slipped in something hallucinogenic in the food and drink they gave you to make sure you were alive for the next session.

But as you allowed your mind to rest from your waking suffering, you began to notice figures of those familiar to you.

"You've done well Alys." Says the figure of your mother. It was her voice, her mannerisms.

But it was not her.

"Trust your instincts." Says the figure of Ser Ion, nodding towards you as you notice that he and the figure of your mother have the same aura.

"You're noticing the clues fast." The figure of your father, Daemon, smirks and gives a nod to the figure of your mother.

"What else did you think?" The figure of Aemond retorts as he crosses his arms. His sword and dagger sheathed and yet something told you that he was ready for a fight at any time.

"You all vastly underestimate her."

"Including Alys herself." The figure of the Prophetess Agnes appears, judging both you and everyone else.

"And you warrior -" Aemond's figure then turns to face Agnes.

"You think yourself exempt? Only she had the balls to allow this suffering to happen to her."

"Quite true." The figure of Vereena responds gently as she appears beside Agnes.

"And yet she calls herself too weak to be considered someone strong."

Wait.

Your mother, your father, Ser Ion who teaches about Balerion who was a blacksmith and inventor, Aemond who was the best swordsman among the greens...

Then the Prophetess Agnes, the eldest among the Holy Women, and Vereena, your handmaiden...

"Are you the Seven?"

"Yes" You turn around and there was the androgynous hooded figure of the Stranger. Even the Stranger's voice is neither male or female.

"Am I hallucinating? Is this a dream?"

"We are in between the state of being awake and the state of you falling into deep sleep." Says the crone through Agnes.

"Don't worry, we have asked permission from the Sandman to meet you like this." Vereena, or rather the maiden adds.

"Alys dear." Your mother - the mother moves forward and gently holds your face in her hands.

"I am so sorry that you have to suffer like this from my followers."

"Our rather uncritical, hypocritical and fanatic followers. This was not what we had in mind when the Faith Militant was formed."

"There's no use dwelling on that, Great Father, none of us, not the Sandman, not his wife, or any of us in the divine realm can interfere with the free will of mortals." Ser Ion - the Smith says in hidden retort.

"Then why did you want to meet with me? Was it just so I have proof that you exist?"

"Our meeting is to assure you that you are where you are meant to be." Vereena says.

"Your suffering is about to end soon." The Stranger says ominously.

"Your sacrifice has inspired many things to happen. You'll find out soon, but do not lose hope Alys."

"Yes, just what the warrior has said. You are starting to remember who you are. You are far more than what you think you are."

"Don't spoil the surprise Great Mother." Agnes warns as your mother chuckles.

"Now rest. We shall see you soon. The Sandman will be peeved if we keep you from sleep any longer than necessary."

"Easy for you to say Maiden." Your father scoffs, and soon they all fade away and you once again enter into a dreamless sleep.

Your next encounter with the seven was when your torture first introduced the needles to be included in your torment.

You could still feel the pain from their new torture toys as you lay down on the mattress on the ground. They didn't give you much for supper. Just some soup and water. You were still famished and also exhausted as the only thing you feel like doing is laying yourself to rest.

Once again, they meet you in a state between deep sleep and being awake.

"You are still sleeping, just lightly." Says the Maiden, in the form of Vereena.

"If I am only lightly sleeping, then why don't I wake at the sound of something that would alarm me?"

"You're sleeping deeper than what would ordinarily be considered light. But you are not yet in the state of deep sleep. Which is why you initially thought you were hallucinating."

"Sometimes I believe I still am Ser Ion - I mean, Smith." He chuckles at this. It was trying to mimic Ser Ion's laugh but you couldn't point out why there's something odd about it.

"To be fair the Smith is currently in the form of another being."

"Another being Great Mother?" You ask.

"You'll find out in time." Answered the Great father as he settles himself beside the Great mother.

"May I ask you all - why are you doing this? Helping me? Reassuring me that I'm not going insane?" You couldn't see all seven but you can feel all their eyes on you.

"We made a promise to both the Sandman and his wife to protect you while you are in this world." The warrior using Aemond's form and voice says as he goes closer to you until your gazes meet as he lowers himself to your level.

"Or at least to do our best to protect and help you without interfering with free will." The warrior says softly, his gaze infinitely more softer than you've ever seen on the actual Aemond.

You were confused.

By now you know that you must have been close with both the Sandman and his wife. After all they reintroduced you to Gregory. It was clear that they care for you and are watching over you even now.

"I know they care about me, and I probably care about them. But why would they be so concerned about my life here? I'm just a strange mortal who has developed powers that no one else in Westeros has. And even if they happen to be secret Targaryen powers, of all people why do I have to be the one to inherit them?"

The warrior, the smith, and the father chuckles. The mother, the maiden, and the crone exchange knowing looks.

"I'm afraid we cannot answer that." The stranger goes closer to you. Oddly you can feel an aura of gentleness from the androgynous being.

"You do not know it yet, but you already have the answers you seek. If we told you now it would only cause more harm than good."

"We understand your impatience to know." The Great mother says as she walks towards you. The warrior making room for her to hold your hands.

"And if it were up to us - and many beings who have been watching over you - we would have already told you. But if we did, you wouldn't be able to grow."

"To do that would be to mess with Destiny!" The crone adds to the mother's comment.

"To mess with Destiny is to make the path harder and more difficult." The crone says ominously.

"And none of us -"

"Not we, the Seven -"

"The Sandman -"

"His wife -"

"And even Destiny -"

"None of us -"

"Want that for you."

Then all the seven merged into one androgynous being. You could only see the silhouette of a human body, the light emanating from the form prevented you from seeing any specific details beyond the silhouette.

"There are other beings who already seek to harm you. Both mortal and divine. Which is why you must trust yourself to find the answers you seek on your own." The being's voice is a combination of all the voices you've heard by being in various forms that were familiar to you. With the Stranger's voice being the lead voice to make everything clearer.

"Is my only choice to wait for the memories to comeback? Is there no other way?"

"Allow yourself to dream once again. You know by now that it's easier for you to remember in the world of dreams."

"I find myself too exhausted and too frightened to dream while I am here."

"Then allow me to assist you. I shall make sure you are allowed a full night to dream and a full night to rest."

"But - but what if the Faith Militant forces me to wake up in the middle of it all? After all you cannot interfere with free will."

"True, but I can still exercise my influence over my devotees...Perhaps it is about time I enlighten them on a few things. And don't underestimate the Sandman's ability too."

You give the being of the Seven a nod as you feel him guide you. Soon enough you feel the presence of the Sandman as you also feel yourself relax even more.

You see him on front of you in what appears to be a garden.

"Thank you Septimus."

"You're welcome Sandman." The Sandman says as you take his hand.

"I shall see you later Alys." The being then fades away.

"Septimus?"

"One of the Seven's many names. They adopted it whenever they choose to appear as a singular merged being. The name simply means 'Seven' or 'the Seventh' in an existing language. But enough of that - how are you? Truly?"

It was in seeing the care and concerned in his eyes that you find yourself breaking down. You couldn't help but simply cry heavily on his shoulder as he embraces you and rubs on your back.

"I'm - I'm - I'm so sorry ...that I'm..."

"It's fine. Release everything you feel inside."

For awhile it seemed all you did was sob on his shoulder as he rubbed your back and gently rocked you to soothe you as you released your sobs.

When you calmed down and released him from your embrace in his hands was a napkin and a large crystal goblet filled with the bubbly water.

"Do you...Do you think I've taken it too far? By allowing myself to suffer at the hands of the Faith Militant and claiming many of my family's sins as my own...Is it too much?" You ask him as you take occasional sips from the large crystal goblet. The bubbly water refreshing you.

"I think that you made the choice that you believed would solve the problems that you see are emerging. And with the limited information that you have and the limited options given the recent circumstances surrounding your kidnapping...it was the choice that was the most promising." A part of you wishes Gregory would appear, but you're also too exhausted to do anything but pet him. Besides you need an outsider's perspectives on your journey so far.

"Is it worth it? Was my suffering worth it? Or was all the pain just done to me in vain?"

"Alys." His voice was soothing as he offers you his shoulder once again. This time you lay your head sidewards.

"If it's any consolation, my wife and I experienced our own kind of suffering watching what they were doing to you...And yet knowing that we cannot intervene...However only you can tell me if your voluntary suffering was worth it."

"But I'm still stuck, here in this place of suffering. And I have no idea if my pain has any effect beyond the Faith Militant abusing me sadistically. I am now an outlet for their wrath and ill will towards my family."

"I may be able to give you some encouragement if those are your worries."

"Oh? How?" You turn to face him, his eyes still gentle but his voice had a hint of authority.

"I cannot tell you the details - but know that there are discussions now made among various influential authorities."

"On what?" He remains silent.

"That's already a sufficient hint for you to not lose hope. You're beginning to awaken, it won't be long now. You're doing very well." You awaken, finding yourself well rested for the first time in a long time.

The next timeyou encounter the seven was after you were branded with the star of the seven in seven areas of your body. Or rather it wasn't an encounter in the present time. It was an encounter with them in a memory. A memory which felt too odd to be real, but it had the same familiarity as your other memories that you've experienced so far.

"Are you ready?" You ask the same merged androgynous form. It was early morning and the sun had just risen up. The merged form that the Sandman has called Septimus, nods at you and before your eyes the form divides itself into seven spheres of floating energy. You feel yourself gathering energy and making it flow to the seven floating shperes. Slowly but ever surely, as they get more of the energy you were guiding towards them, all seven spheres slowly mold into humanoid figures. It was hard work, this process taking several days, but by the time the sun sets on the seventh day of you essentially feeding energy to the seven figures, they were now fully formed aspects of what once was one. All seven of them were now able to to move independently, yet connected from each other,

"Oh thank you, thank you so much!" The figure of themaiden cries, but nearly stumbles before the figure of the smith caught her before she fell to the ground.

"Careful Maiden. You're still a new being; made from the thoughts and beliefs of the people here in the Andal Hills. You all must take the time to practice moving as people do. Adjust yourselves to -"

You feel something move in your pocket of your dress.

"Excuse me for a moment." You go outside away from their presence. Not for the sake of privacy - they were still divine beings who had better hearing than any mortal even if you had guided life force energy in their separate aspects - but rather to be able to check the item moving rapidly.

You take out what appears to be a bronze circular brooch. Inside the circle was a cross and two lines diagonally placed. All of them meeting at the center.

The sign of the crossroads.

You instantly knew who was trying to call you.

The memory ends before it was revealed. But you had a feeling of dread, that it was about to lead to something horrible.

Some time after you've experienced that memory, you were brought before the lead septon of your torment. Or purification as they say. According to him and other members responsible for your "Purification", they've decided to give you an option on how to proceed.

Or rather it's an illusion of choice.

"You want me to become a sex slave?!"

"One of your sins is for the rape of one of the Kingsguard. It's only fair that since you did not value your virtue and gave in to your lust, we believe the most adequate way to purify you and show you the error of your ways is to be in relieving others."

"What's wrong with my penance so far?"

"You are not yet adequately broken sinner. If you choose to accept being in service for the next two weeks we won't give you as a slave to Ser Cole anymore upon your last day. Surely you would think this is an opportunity that must be taken." You hear the soft chuckles of the Faith Militant surrounding you.

So this was their plan?

To break you through torture just to violate you sexually under the delusion of purification.

You see it all now.

You may have never been with a man but this isn't how you would want your first experience to be.

"I refuse."

"I had a feeling you were going to say that. We'll be adding 40 more days to your purification here."

"But - But you said that it will only last for 30 days -"

"That was before we found out that you are not yet truly broken."

"And how do you expect to tell the public that?"

"The public and your family have all forgotten about you by now. Why do you think that no one has intervened on your behalf sinner? Even they agree that you are better off here than in court."

You were dragged back into your room.

XXX

For awhile you are simply left to your room, your imagination taunting yourself at what they may possibly have in store. What seemed like days later, they brought you again to your room of torture.

Here once you laid back they place a piece of cloth to cover your entire face. And then they slowly dripped water - or at least you assume it was water - on to the cloth.

Before you knew it you found yourself suffocating.

XXX

"Accept the offer, and you shall be free before you know it."

Don't lose hope

People kept telling you mysteriously to not lose hope. The Priestess Kara, the Sandman, the mysterious being who spoke through Ser Kormy...they all kept emphasizing not to lose hope.

Not to give up.

You weren't sure how you were able to do it, but you managed to survive each suffocating session.

And soon they started to feed you something strange. Probably drugs mixed in with the food that they gave you. You were more than sure that your imagination wasn't this crazy or vivid within the blank walls of your room.

Soon they made sure that you were in a state of high vividness and you took in even more of whatever they were feeding you. It made the sessions even worse.

But still you would not give in.

You would not lose hope.

You would rather have the Stranger take you than to serve their sexual needs with the excuse that you were purifying yourself. Better to die a virgin then.

Your hallucinations got even worse as time goes on.

It was tricky trying to distinguish what was your imagination and what was hallucinations mentally choking you.

All this within the confines of the blank walls.

You don't want to lose hope but you were exhausted.

"Given how she is, it's possible she could expire any day now."

"Isn't the food and the drugs helping?"

"The drugs absorbed quickly because of how little she has taken food. She only takes liquids now." You hear them when they think you are asleep. Strangely nowadays you find yourself too exhausted to even sleep right away.

You began to notice how serious it is when they begin sending the confessor septon to you. Him dressed in all black with a black hood concealing his face.

"Why black?"

"It's because the Stranger may claim you anyday now. You have become too fragile for any active forms of purification."

"Is it because my body now rejects any food other than soup?"

"Perhaps sinner."

He was one of the more gentler confessors. They would change who got to be your last confessor everyday. Their times unpredictable but they always came in a black hood covering their faces.

Your mind was too tired and too drugged on whatever substance they keep feeding you till now. It was too exhausting to remember the various different voices. They were all different and yet so the same.

You don't know how long you've been here anymore. It must be longer than 30 days. Or maybe it only seemed to be longer than 30 days.

You don't want to give up hope.

But you also want it to end.

All your supernatural experiences seemed to tell you that if you didn't immediately remember your much needed memories, everything might come back after you die.

If that's the case then maybe you should at least prepare. You feel yourself going colder each day.

You decide to make a confession to whomever comes to you next. The Seven had promised you, the Sandman, and his wife, their protection of you. Surely they could understand why you did what you've done. You weren't going to force your death - you couldn't even intentionally harm yourself. But if you were to die, at least you told someone everything.

You were not giving up hope.

There's a chance that your confessor could somehow contribute to whatever the White Worm has in mind.

Have faith, have hope.

Once again you find yourself struggling to sleep. Finding many thoughts in your head and too exhausted to simply sink into a deep slumber. They must have increased the dosage of the drugs because you find your mind numb, and your mental images even more vivid than before.

A black hooded figure once again enters your room.

There was something different about him from your other confessors.

The way the figure moves with both strength and remorse.

Now you understand.

"Have you come to be my final confessor Stranger?" Who else could it have been? The being of the Seven did promise to see you later.

This must be your time.

"Alys?" Strange, the voice sounded really similar to Aemond's. Why switch up forms now?

"I see you want me to be comfortable with what you are about to do. And so now you appear before me in a form that pleases me." How ironically fitting that the Stranger is going to take you in Aemond's form.

You cared for him.

You aren't sure if this is called love.

You weren't even sure if this was infatuation or lust.

But since there is no point in running away from the inevitable...you may not know what name to place on your feelings, but you cared for him deeply.

If only the two of you were born in different circumstances.

"Alys, its me-"

"I know Stranger, but there's no point in hiding what you are about to do. Please Stranger, before you take me to be judged by the Great father. Please hear my last confession before you take me. And please, for my dying wish...please take me in my sleep. I'm so tired and exhausted, I want it to be as painless as possible. At least in my sleep...in my dreams, I could be free to who I am. Even though I don't quite know what that is yet."

The Stranger pauses.

"...Very well, what is your last confession?"

Slowly yet surely you pour out everything that had been plaguing your heart and mind.

"Then why? Why did you choose this? This suffering for the sins that are not yours?" Odd, there was something in the Stranger's voice. A mix of sadness, anger, frustration, and pain.

"Because they were all hurt by those sins. No one was going to do anything to solve the problems. Instead they let it foster until that hurt makes them inflict the hurt on others. Everyone, including my own mother, has too much pride and ego to have a heart to heart talk. I know how messy these kinds of talks are, but we are born into a system wherein there is too much at stake. And it seems only I - all I want is to not have bloodshed. I don't need them to be friends, but I want a solution that will stop the dispute without killing anyone."

"...Some people say that would be too good to come true." You couldn't help but smile at this.

"My father has already said that. Even Aemond, the one whose form you are in has the same sentiments. But if dreamers are powerless, then why were we spared from the Doom of Valyria because of a dream? Why did Nymeria become the ruler of Dorne with only a dream along with her army? Without the ability to dream of better things...better changes...then we resign ourselves to only being satisfied with far less than we deserve."

"Then don't you think that even you deserve better?"

"Of course, but just as the White Worm says, everything worth doing has always some risk. If this is to be my last few moments then I'm happy that the people will remember me for being the ultimate traitor who was the source of the family infighting. After all what else could unite people of all kinds than a common enemy? I already know that by claiming those sins as my own, both factions and everyone at court wishes me to suffer and die. All I'm doing is simply giving everyone what they want."

"And what makes you think that this is what they want?"

"Simple, through my solution, my brothers would be released from my mother's schemes of using them for positions they don't even want...my -" You cough a few times before resuming.

"My uncle, Aegon, would be free from a postion he doesn't want without having to flee to Essos or to die. My own mother and Aemond will be forced to be tested which of them would be a better ruler - and this will hopefully put an end to the dispute. Because whomever becomes the victor will have the people by their side, not just the disputable whims of the King. Of course not all would be satisfied - which is why whomever loses shall still have a permanent place in the counsel to keep the balance."

You take a heavy breath as you feel yourself getting colder.

"I know it's idealistic. It will probably never be implemented. And yet even now I can't afford to lose either hope or faith. It's the only way I see that gives the opportunity for those who don't want to rule to step aside; for those who wants to rule to assert themselves; and for them to be vetted by the people they will rule over. After all Aemond has been doing his best to prepare to rule, but has simply never had the opportunity."

Your eyes start to close.

"It...it seems that is all the breath...I have for a...a last confession...but you and...and the other Seven...probably already know ... my own thoughts and feelings..."

You feel the Stranger move to take your hands.

Funny how warm they are.

"Alys."

"You can take me now...thank you for listening Stranger."

You feel someone move to carry you, vaguely hear shouts, and someone else who touched your hands.

The Stranger feels so warm as you are cradled like a baby.

You then succumb to the darkness of rest.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: DON'T WORRY SHE'S NOT DEAD! She's just knocked out into a coma. You'll see in the next chapter:

1.) If it isn't obvious already, I took a lot of inspiration from the Passion of Jesus Christ (out of season I know. In a few days its supposedly the celebration of his birth - never thought my culturally forced Catholic education would be used this way but here we are). In some ways I reversed the order of the Passion by having the "Cruxifiction" part be done first and to aggravate it by making her carry the metal post to the place where she would be "purified";

2.) Some of the tortures used are a mix and match of real life medieval torture of alleged witches during the Spanish Inquisition era. I stayed away from any genital related tortures because that was personally too much for me;

3.) I know the Faith Militant was only revived during the GOT time of events and they are disbanded during the Dance of Dragons. How I decided to write it is that they are only legally disbanded but unofficially and in practice they are still very much present and the main branch of the Faith just ignore what they're doing since they benefit from having them as both the more radical branch and as their unofficial armed forces/torturers. And since they are also still angry at the Targaryens, the moment Alys goes to them they are going to milk that opportunity as much as they can;

4.) I was really excited to write this part because it was one of the first scenes or parts that was in my head when my real life friends and I were discussing what would be a challenge or a situation that could not be solved by Aemond's overcompensating in his mind, and abilities. And as @aemonds-war-crime has already pointed out, Aemond is just as devout as Alicent to the Faith of the Seven. Having a branch of the Faith actively torturing and only seeing him as not a Prince but simply another member of the Faith would force him to seek another way of helping Alys;

5.) At first I was wondering how to introduce the Seven to Alys, but then I recalled someone say how sometimes deities adapt the forms of people you love or are familiar with in order to make you comfortable or to get the point across. Also by having an aspect of the Seven adapt to the form of Aemond it also allows her to confess to Aemond while thinking he is the Stranger who has come to take her and end her life (I mean in a way she has died, but its not physical);

6.) If you're wondering why I didn't allow her to confess her feelings for him, it's because her feelings play a role later. But if it helps, Aemond is starting to suspect both his own and how she feels for him; and

7.) For the bronze brooch featured in the memory with the Seven- imagine an asterisk inside of a circled border. That is essentially what it is 😅; and

8.) I got the name "Septimus" from Stardust (Yes I know another Neil Gaiman property).

Don't be afraid to comment.

#Higher Intervention #the sandman #house of the dragon #zaldrizo lentor #Aemond Targaryen #aemond x fem!reader #Aemond x reader #hotd #hotd fanfiction #house of the dragon fanfiction #Sandman fanfiction

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In your canon

Was Dick formally adopted by one of two years after being taken in as a foster child or much like canon he was formally adopted later in his life?

hiii paladin!!

it honestly depends on the story i'm trying to create, but i typically like to go with the canon version where he's adopted later in life. i have complicated feelings about dick's bio parents because, unlike so many dc parents, they were actually amazing. they were genuinely fantastic and they were dick's parents even after they died. also, the relationship between a young child and their parents is extremely profound and attached. from personal experience, the bond between my parents and my youngest brother is much more... intertwined than theirs is with me. they love me, but the dependence my little brother still has with my parents is a level i don't even approach anymore. a young child and their parent need each other more than an older child or adult need with their parent, and dick's relationship with his parents was at that stage where he relied on them for nearly everything. having that taken away from you and replaced with just basic necessities being taken care of by people you don't know and who don't know how to love you properly is.... scary and wrong

i very much agree with canon in that dick already had someone in his life to call "dad", and just because that person wasn't around anymore didn't mean they didn't still hold that title. bruce adopting dick right after his parents died would be like a breach of that title, even if neither party thought of the other in that way just yet. allowing dick that distance as a child to grieve without feeling obligated to fit bruce into his life as his "new dad", or what have you, i believe is honestly an excellent writing decision in terms of their characterizations at that time

that being said, with the canon of dick being adopted by bruce as an adult... i don't really care for that. although i don't love the idea of dick being adopted right away and made an "official" part of the wayne family, it would have added a much-needed sense of security and stability in his life. i wish dick had been adopted during his teenage years, 14-15 maybe, because dick has now had time to process some of his grief and been allowed time to get to know alfred and bruce beyond how they operate as batman and robin. adolescent hood is a tumultuous time, and more than ever in their lives do teenagers need a reminder of how much they are loved and needed when it may feel like their time in the family is running out, what with the possibility of college and adulthood looms on the horizon. it's especially different with dick's situation as he juggles robin, leading the titans, training and working with batman, an active civilian social life, and school on top of all of that. if bruce had adopted dick as a teenager, dick would have had at least the knowledge that he wanted not just as robin/soldier for batman, but also as a wayne family member

so, i suppose, my canon does still have dick being adopted later in life, but definitely before adulthood

#paladin of nerd fandom65 #dick grayson #bruce wayne

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PROJECT SUNSHINE CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO → DUSTIN’S NEW PET

summary: steve harrington x oc

when another product of Hawkins National Laboratory escaped a long-survived nightmare alongside her sister, she crashed into one unsuspecting teenage boy and dragged him deeper into the dark mysteries that made up their hometown.

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warnings: cannon typical violence, child abuse, horror, gore, and depictions of mental illness. parts of this story were written pre-season 4 release. cannon divergence.

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Sunshine had not stepped foot inside Hawkins Middle School since their experiment with El and the bathtub almost a year earlier. The building made her skin crawl as she was forced to recall that dreadful night.

Keeping her head low, Sunshine tried to focus only on the reason she was there, which Dustin had not explained well to her. All she knew was that she needed to find any of the boys before someone asked her what she was doing roaming around a middle school.

A few students lingered in the hall, but none of them seemed to care that she was there.

It didn’t take long for her to spot one of the boys. A pair of kids came rushing down the hall, one with his instantly recognizable bull cut and the other with a messy head of black hair.

“Will! Mike!” Sunshine called out and waved them down. The boys stopped in their pursuit and stumbled to a quick stop in front of her with a shared surprised expression. “I’m looking for Dustin. He told me to meet you guys here after school because he had something to show me.”

Will’s eyes widened just slightly, and Mike blew air from his cheeks.

“We’ve gotta find, now.” That was all Mike said before he took off down the hall, giving Will and Sunshine no choice but to follow.

“What’s wrong? Are you guys okay?” she asked Will, who walked beside her.

He shrugged, “I don’t know.” His face was more pale than usual and there were dark circles that hung under his brown eyes.

Mike stopped in front of a classroom. Inside the room were Lucas, Dustin, another kid she didn’t recognize, and their teacher. They were looking at some sort of box that rested on the desk, but before they could examine it, Mike yelled, “Stop!” He snatched the box and held it close to his chest, earning odd looks from everyone. “Sorry, Mr. Clarke. It was just a stupid prank.”

“What are you doing?” Lucas asked.

“We need to, right now. Right now!” Again, Mike took off out of the classroom and back down the hall. The confused kids and Sunshine exchanged a look before following after Mike in hopes of figuring out what in the world was going on inside Hawkins Middle on that sunny afternoon.

Their footsteps echoed down the nearly empty halls until they reached another room one hallway over. The boys filed into the room and Will grabbed a hold of Sunshine’s wrist, pulling her inside too. The other kid that was with them faltered at the doorway as Mike stepped in front of it, blocking the kid’s way inside.

“Party members only,” he said.

The younger girl scoffed and shot a look at Sunshine. “Who’s she?”

“An honorary party member,” Dustin said. “Sorry.”

Mike slammed the door harshly in the girl’s face before he set down the box on the table and everyone else gathered around it.

With a huff, Sunshine placed her hands on her hips and asked, “What is going on?” She didn’t even know what she was doing there, let alone what could be inside the little box on the table that had them all bent out of shape.

Mike began to explain. “Dustin found a weird creature last night in his trash and he kept it-”

“Dart,” Dustin quickly interjected. “His name is Dart.”

With a roll of his eyes, Mike continued. “He thought it was some new species he discovered, but Will said he saw something that looked just like Dart when he was in the Upside Down.”

The mention of the Upside Down sent a shiver down Sunshine’s spine. The memories of her and Nancy's quick trip to the rotting world were forever burned in her brain and she couldn’t imagine what it was like for Will, who spent days trapped there.

Will shuttered too and glanced down at his hands resting on the table. “Kind of,” he muttered. “But the thing I saw had no tail.”

“But he heard it yesterday during one of his episodes. He heard the exact same sound that Dart made in the Upside Down.”

Furrowing her brows, Sunshine asked, “Episodes?”

“Will’s been having these…these memories of the Upside Down. Or we thought they were memories at first,” Mike explained, catching Sunshine up on what she’s missed.

“It feels like I’m back there,” Will started. “I’m no longer in Hawkins, but back in the Upside Down.” The kid’s appearance started to resemble how he looked the night he was rescued from the Upside Down, sickly and tired.

Sunshine was no stranger to nightmares. It made her heart ache to think that the party was suffering from them too. They were just kids who had been through something deeply traumatic and terrible, especially Will. She wished there was something she could do to ease their minds, but that was not within her ability’s wheelhouse. The best she could do was be there for them and fight off the monsters.

“Why didn’t you tell us before?” Lucas asked Will, looking over his friend with concern.

Will sighed, keeping his eyes down. “I wasn’t sure at first.”

Defiance flared up on Dustin’s face and he crossed his arms over his chest. “It’s a coincidence.”

“Or not,” Mike said. “What if when Will was stuck in the Upside Down, he somehow acquired True Sight?”

“True sight?” Sunshine repeated, not understanding what they were talking about.

“It gives you the power to see into the ethereal plane.”

Both Sunshine and Lucas exchanged looks before the latter said, “Elaborate.”

“Maybe these episodes that Will keeps having aren’t flashbacks at all. Maybe they are real and maybe he can somehow see into the Upside Down in real time,” explained Mike, causing a tense silence to roll across the room.

Goosebumps rose on Sunshine’s arms, and she swallowed thickly. “So, they’re not nightmares?”

Will looked up from where he’d glued his gaze to the floor, and she noticed something unreadable flicker behind his eyes before he shook his head. All of their attention fell onto the box on the table that began to rattle as the creature, Dart, inside tried to escape.

“Dart’s from the Upside Down. He has to be,” Mike concluded.

“Then we have to take him to Hopper,” said Lucas, and almost everyone in the room agreed, except Dustin.

“No way!” he protested loudly. “If we take him to Hopper Dart’s as good as dead.”

“Maybe he should be!” Mike countered.

The true nature of the Upside Down was a mystery to all of them. The only person who had spent time there was Will, and by the look on his face alone it was clear that Dustin’s new pet was nothing but had news. The last thing any of them needed, especially Will, was to be thrown back into the hellish nightmare they all thought they left behind last year. An adult needed to handle it, not them. They’d pass Dart off to Hopper and he would take care of it, then they’d be off the hook for anything that happened with it after the fact.

“How can you say that?” Dustin cried.

Mike’s face flushed red, and he frustratingly gestured to the shaking box. “How can you not? He’s from the Upside Down!”

“Maybe, but even if he is, that doesn’t automatically mean he’s bad.” Dustin turned to Sunshine for support, but she couldn’t help his defense. “Right?”

She sighed and kept her voice level in hopes of not attracting any unwanted attention from any passerby in the hall, something the boys didn’t seem to care about. “Mike’s right. If it is from the Upside Down, we shouldn’t risk it.”

“Exactly! That’s like saying just because someone’s from the Death Star doesn’t make them bad.”

“We have a bond,” said Dustin.

“A bond? Just because he likes nougat?”

A small headache began to drum in Sunshine’s temples from Dustin and Mike’s bickering.

“No,” Dustin muttered. “We have a bond because he trusts me.”

Lucas joined in with a roll of his eyes and said, “He trusts you?”

“Yes! I promised I would take care of him and-” Dustin was cut off by a loud screech from inside the box. The whole contraction shook until it fell over on its side. The creature inside continued to yell.

On the other side of the door, the girl from the classroom banged her fist against the door. “Guys, what is going on in there? Come on!”

None of them answered her; they were too focused on the box and the creature. Mike grabbed the closest thing to him that could be used as a weapon, which was a handheld microphone, and Sunshine readied her hands. With her fingers flexed and palms facing outward, she moved closer to the table, putting herself between Will and the table.

The box slid as it moved and before any of them could come up with some kind of game plan to trap the creature and put it in another container to hold it, the creature flung itself and the box right off the table and the door broke on impact with the floor.

Sunshine caught a quick glimpse of the creature as it scurried across the floor. It was a slimy, slung-like creature, dark in color with little feet that carried it quickly between their feet.

With a war-like yell, Mike brought his makeshift weapon down against the floor in hopes of squashing Dart under it, but it was too fast and avoided Mike.

“Shit!” he yelled.

Dustin dove against the floor and tried to catch his pet with his hands, but his movements were too clumsy for the confined space and all he got was a hand full of dust and his chin scrapped against the floor.

When both of those attempts failed, Sunshine went to illuminate her hands and stop the creature for good, but before she could get a flicker to erupt in her palms, the door to the room was swung open. Dart made a beeline for the exit and the kids chased after him.

All four of them tried to get out of the room at once, which only slowed them down.

Dustin toppled over the redheaded girl who opened the door, and they both landed on the ground in a series of groans. Lucas barreled after them and tripped over their sprawled-out limbs, landing beside the two of them. Will rushed out behind Mike, who managed to stop before he tripped, but the force of Will sent him falling anyway.

Out of all of them, Sunshine was the only one who managed to stay upright. Her eyes searched up and down the hall in search of Dart, but it had disappeared in the commotion.

“Where’d he go?” Lucas rushed out, quickly standing to his feet and brushing off his jeans.

“What was that?” the redhead asked, shoving Dustin’s shoulder off of her arm with a small huff.

Will replied, “Dart!”

With a pointed glare at the redhead, Mike shouted, “You let him escape!”

Once Dustin was standing, he threw his hands up. “Why did you attack him?”

Before another fight broke out, Lucas grabbed a hold of Dustin's coat sleeve and started to drag him down the hall. “We’ll look for him by the art room,” Lucas said. “Split up and radio if you find him.”

Dustin added, “Don’t hurt him!” before they turned the corner.

Rolling his eyes at Dustin, Mike grabbed Will and they split off in the opposite direction, leaving behind Sunshine and the redhead in a slight daze around everything that had just happened.

If Will was right and Dart was a creature from the Upside, he could be dangerous. The only thing any of them had encountered from the other universe was the Demogorgon, and that monster was anything but friendly; it was bloodthirsty and had no issue hunting down people to satisfy its appetite.

Granted, Dart was much smaller than a Demogorgon, but that didn’t mean it couldn’t become that dangerous. It was loose in Hawkins Middle and if they didn’t find it soon, the creature could flee to anywhere in town.

Sunshine glanced at the clueless young girl standing beside her, with arms crossed over her chest and a pinched expression on her pale face.

“Do you want to help me look in the next hall over?” Sunshine asked her.

She did not want to drag another person, let alone a kid, into the mess that was the Upside Down, but she had a feeling the redhead wasn’t going to forever about the whole thing and go home. If she offered to look with the new girl, at least she could prevent anything bad from happening or from the kid discovering something she wasn’t supposed to.

“How do you know them?” the redhead asked. “Are you their babysitter or something?”

“Sort of,” Sunshine replied. Her relationship with the party was a little more complicated than that, but she supposed from the outside she did look like their babysitter. She did make a promise to look after them, but mostly in the wake of monsters or bad men.

The redhead said, “Cool,” before she started walking down the hall with Sunshine beside her. “I’m Max, by the way.”

Max looked like a typical middle schooler, with a glint of curiosity in her bright blue eyes and a tenseness in her shoulders.

“I’m Danielle, but everyone calls me Sunshine.”

“Sunshine?” Max repeated with a slight quirk of her lips upwards. “Cool nickname.”

As they continued down the hall on their search, looking closely at the floor and peeking into the few classrooms that had their doors cracked, Dart was nowhere to be found.

Eventually, Sunshine’s walkie crackled in her hand and the boys’ voices filled the quiet, after-school air.

“East is clear. No sigh of Dart,” reported Dustin.

“West is clear too,” Mike sighed. “Will?”

“South is clear. Lucas, anything?”

“Nothing here, man. What about you Sunshine?”

Pressed her lips into a thin line, and worry started to take hold at the disappearance of the possible mini-Upside Down monster. “Nothing yet,” she answered.

The two girls stood at the end of the hall for a moment. Sunshine tried to think of where a little slug-like monster would hide. She wasn’t familiar with the school, but Max knew the lay of the land a little bit better.

“What about the locker rooms?” she suggested.

“Good idea.”

They reached the locker rooms that were split on either side of the gym. “We can split up. I’ll take the boys and you take the girls,” said Max.

Sunshine hesitated. She didn’t like the idea of sending Max off on her own to look for Dart. However, the monster was little, and Sunshine liked to believe it was harmless for the time being. Besides, there was no guarantee that Max would even find it in the boys’ locker room.

“Here.” Sunshine handed off her walkie-talkie to Max just in case. “If you find Dart, radio the boys.”

Max kept her hands in her pockets and flickered her gaze between the walkie and Sunshine. “But that’s yours. I don’t want to break it or something.”

“It’s okay,” Sunshine reassured her, yet Max still looked unsure.

“But what if you find Dart?”

Shooting the younger girl a small smile, Sunshine said, “I can handle a little slug, don’t worry about me.” She all but shoved her walkie into Max’s hand before she took off toward the girls’ locker room.

Luckily, it was free of middle schoolers. All that was inside the locker room were uniforms shoved in lockers and the smell of B.O. mixed with overpowering perfume.

Sunshine looked up and down each row, under each bench, in each bathroom stall, and in the showers. There was no sign of Dart anywhere.

With a sigh, she held out her hands out in front of her and thought of another way to catch him. If Sunshine couldn’t chase the creature, maybe she could lure it to her.

When they hunted the Demogorgon, blood attracted it. If Dart was from the Upside Down, there was a chance blood would draw it to her in a similar fashion.

She closed her eyes, tucked back in the far corner of the locker room in case someone entered, and allowed light to flicker to life in her palms. Not long after she illuminated her hands, blood started to drip from her nose. She didn’t wipe the crimson liquid away like she normally did. Instead, she wandered around the locker room a little while longer in hopes that Dart would appear, but it didn’t.

The sound of footsteps outside the locker room caught her attention and she quickly extinguished her hands before she stepped back out into the hall. A figure slipped around the corner just as she spotted them, but they vanished before she could call out to them. Sunshine assumed it was one of the kids.

“Max?” She rose her voice and began to walk in the same direction the figure had run, but a crash from inside the gym pulled her attention away.

Pushing open the gym doors, Sunshine was met with Max on the ground, a skateboard rolling across the floor, and Mike offered his hand to the redhead to help her up.

“What happened?” Sunshine asked, crossing the expanse of the gym. She tried to ignore the memories that crept up her spine. Being back in the gym made her think of Eleven. It clouded her thoughts and her focus slipped away from Dart and the rest of the kids for just a moment until Max was back on her feet and rubbed her elbow.

“I don’t know,” she said. “It was like a magnet, or something pulled my board.”

Mike’s head snapped to the gym doors, and before Sunshine would utter a word to him, he bolted out of the gym, leaving the two girls, once again, alone together and confused.

Max pointed a finger at Sunshine and said, “Your nose is bleeding.”

“Oh.” Sunshine reached up and wiped the blood away with the sleeve of her sweater, still focused on the door and Mike. Something tugged at her chest, an uncomfortable feeling that squeezed her heart enough to tell her they should leave and find where all of the boys were. The hair on her arms stood on end and she didn’t know if it was simply the memories of last year that the gym conjured up or if something was wrong.

Suddenly, Will’s voice came through on the walkie-talkie Max had sat on the ground beside her backpack. “Guys,” he whispered. “I found him.”

“Where?” Lucas asked.

“In the bathroom by Mr. Salerno’s.”

The whole group met back up at the spot Will was supposed to be with Dart. Sunshine and Max arrived last, but when they arrived and entered the restroom, ready to catch Dart and put an end to their chase, they were only met with Dustin searching the stalls frantically.

“Where’s Dart?” Mike asked, slightly out of breath from running.

Dustin adjusted his cap on top of his head and stepped out of the farthest stall with a shrug. “He’s not here.”

“He said by Salerno’s, right?” asked Max.

“Yeah,” Lucas nodded, scratching his head. “Maybe Will has him?”

Scanning the bathroom, the pit in Sunshine’s stomach worsened. Anxiety pricked her skin and caused her heart to beat faster. Only three boys were with her and Max in the bathroom. They were missing one.

“Where is Will?” Sunshine asked, keeping her voice level.

“Shit,” Mike muttered under his breath. “We've gotta find him. Now!”

He must have felt it too, the shift in the air into something wrong.

They were running, again, and searching through the hallways of Hawkins Middle School. Inside every opened classroom they called out Will’s name, but he wasn’t there.

Sunshine hadn’t known about Will’s episodes, and that news only added her to franticness in finding the boy.

“Dustin!” A new voice echoed down the hall, stopping the group that had split off together in their tracks. Sunshine, Max, and Dustin skidded to a stop in front of Joyce Byers, who had arrived at the school to pick up her son.

“What’s going on?” Joyce asked, looking at the group that lacked Will. “Where’s Will?”

Mike and Lucas had split up to search for Will, and they came barreling through the back doors of the school just down the hall from where the rest of the group stood, unsure of what to say to Joyce.

“The field! Will’s in the field!” Mike shouted, urging them to follow him and Lucas outside.

Will stood frozen in the middle of a grassy field behind the building. His eyelids were closed but under them, his eyes moved around frantically like he was dreaming.

His mother reached him first and grabbed his shoulders as she tried to shake him out of his daze. Will didn’t budge though; his body was still but Sunshine imagined, if the boys were right about his episodes, his mind was racing.

“We just found him like his,” Mike cried. “I think he’s having another episode.”

“Will! Sweetie, wake up,” pleaded Joyce. Pain drenched her voice. “It’s mom. Please wake up, Will!”

Sunshine held her breath as the scene unfolded. It was almost familiar to her. The eerie stillness and shifting eyes reminded her of Nine when he would have episodes of his own. On the outside, it looked like he was sleeping standing upright, but inside the little boy’s head was a blur of futures that bled together in a raging storm. The only thing they could do when Nine fell into an episode was wait it out, no matter how painful it was to do nothing.

They did the same for Will and waited as Joyce continued to shake his shoulders and wake him up. It took a couple of agonizing minutes but simply standing by, but Will eventually pulled himself out of it. His eyes opened and a strangled gasp tumbled off his lips. He looked around blankly for a moment before he was swept away by his mother who quickly ushered him into the front seat of her car, leaving the rest of the party on the grassy field in varying levels of distress over their friend.

“Okay,” Max said, breaking the tense silence. “That totally freaked me out. Did that not freak you guys out?”

The boys ignored her question.

“Two episodes in two days,” Lucas sighed and shook his head. He stared off in the direction Joyce and Will had walked away with his lips downturned.

“It’s getting worse,” said Mike.

Dustin adjusted his cap once more as he asked, “Do you think it’s True Sight?”

“What’s True Sight?” Max tried to wriggle herself into their conversation, but she had no real understanding of what was going on and Sunshine wanted to keep it that way.

A familiar feeling of dread wrapped around Sunshine like an uncomfortable embrace. They were coming up on a year since the events of last year, and that alone seemed to put everyone on edge. There was a chance that it was all simply just the anniversary effect and that nothing was happening, but the memories of what happened almost a year ago took on a life of their own inside their minds and made them think something bad was happening when in reality nothing was going on.

However, Will’s episodes looked like a lot more than the mind messing with him, and there was an unshakeable feeling that clawed at her bones and filled her with dread. It wasn’t easy for her to hide that feeling either; it was written in her pinched expression.

Beside her, Lucas bumped her arm and knocked her out of her thoughts. “What is it, Sunshine?”

She sighed and crossed her arms tightly over her chest. “I don’t know,” she answered, truthfully.

With a face permanently flushed with confusion, Max huffed, probably annoyed at the cryptic group. “What is going on?”

“Uh,” Lucas cleared his throat. “M-Max. You should come with us. We’re gonna…We’ll try to explain it.”

Sunshine’s eyes widened and she was about to shut down that idea but as Lucas and Dustin began to leave with Max, Lucas glanced over his shoulder and met Sunshine’s gaze, assuring her he wasn’t going to completely violate their signed contracts.

She could only hope they could lie well enough to throw Max off their trail and make sure she stayed far away from whatever was happening, for her own sake and safety.

It was only Mike and Sunshine left in the field, and the younger boy let his tension-filled shoulders slump. “He’s going to be okay, right?” he asked in a quiet voice. His brash tone and pre-teen attitude had melted away the moment his friends were gone. The anger he clenched tightly in his fists and kept in his shoulders changed into something sadder and more childlike.

“We’ll figure it out.” That was the only sure thing she could offer him. She knew the same or possibly less than he did about what was going on with Will. “Whatever is happing, we’ll figure it out. I promise.”

A beat passed between them, and Mike tried to discreetly wipe his nose and cheeks with the sleeve of his jacket. “Back in the gym, I thought I…I saw something…”

“Dart?”

Mike shook his head and met her gaze. He sighed and said, “Nothing. Never mind. It’s stupid.”

As much as he tried to Mike his feelings behind a roll of his eyes or a snarky attitude, Mike Wheeler was easy to read. He was a pre-teen boy trapped in a situation beyond his control that he believed he could lead his friends through without a scratch on any of them. Or that was the Mike Sunshine had met a year ago. He wasn’t afforded the luxury of hanging onto that belief for very long, not after Eleven died. It was the harrowing experience of growing up and realizing you nor your friends were invincible.

“You miss her,” Sunshine said, knowing what his answer was.

Mike had taken El’s death the hardest, but all of the sadness he felt had turned into anger over the whole situation that none of them should have been placed in in the first place. It reminded Sunshine of the rage Ivy felt once the reality that Three was not coming back to them hit her. At first, Ivy refused to believe it, but once she let it sink in, she became so full of anger that she never resolved. She died angry. Three died terrified. And Eleven died fighting a monster to save her friends.

They had to deal with the aftermath; it was up to them to pick up the pieces without uttering a word to anyone who wasn’t involved.

“Yeah,” Mike managed to say. “And now with Will…” he trailed off, all of his feelings spiraling in real time under Sunshine’s watchful eye.

A sad glint reflected the sun that poked out from behind the cloud cover as she softly said his name.

“This is so stupid!” Mike yelled suddenly, startling Sunshine. “It’s supposed to be over! El killed that stupid monster and that’s it.” He held back his tears and clenched his jaw before he continued, “And Will, he came back but now he-he’s different! Something i-is wrong, and Dart is missing, and…and I can’t-” Mike cut himself off with a frustrated groan as a couple of tears slipped down his cheeks and his face flushed.

Taking one step at a time, she closed the distance between Mike and herself. Placing one hand carefully on his shoulder, she tried to think of something to say to him that would ease some of his worries, but before she could say anything, Mike threw his lanky arms around her torso and hid his crying face in the fabric of Sunshine’s coat.

The fight and anger left him completely and he was just a kid that was scared of what was going to happen next.

Resting her chin on top of Mike’s head, Sunshine sighed as the sun moved back behind the clouds and casted Hawkins in a gray glow once more, only adding to the somber mood.

“It’s going to be okay,” she said, not only trying to convince Mike but herself as well. “We’ll be okay.”

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