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skyebounded · 2 years

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Be That As It May

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premise: Forced into an arrangement that you don’t want, your beloved uncle might have a solution.

pairing: Daemon Targaryen x Fem!Targaryen Reader (uncle + niece)

Warnings: pure filth, p in v, oral (f-receiving), arranged marriage, fingering, I am sure there is so much more here, but I don’t know. I also included some Valyrian Language in this, and the translation is at the bottom of the page.

WC: 7.4K

A/N: This was so much fun to write, so I hope you guys enjoy this! also thank you for being patient with me.

You had taken after your sister in all manors, and favoured her strong will and attitude, something your father wasn’t sure that he liked, but there was nothing he could do nor say that would change it, so he ignored it, much the same as he did with Rhaenyra, pretending that it did not bother him or affect him in any way. You were quite sure, however, that it was not only your sister but more of the combination of the two of you that was sending him hurling toward an early grave.

The King threw whatever he could at the pair of you, to sculpt you into well-mannered women, but you had your mind made up, and the likes of his efforts were wasted. You would never be forced to do what you did not want to do, or so you thought. As soon as you had seen Rhaenyra bend to his will, taking a husband all for the good of the Kingdom, you wondered if you would end in the same fate.

Summoned to the council hall, you had every confidence that no matter what was said, what had been asked of you, you would be able to defy it in one way or another. The doors opened as you strolled inside, surprised to see the King pacing slowly back and forth at the head of the table, each one of his advisors sitting rigid in their seats, eyes darting back and forth between you and the King. The Queen sat plastered in a chair next to the King’s, hands resting plainly in her lap, and your very own sister, Rhaenyra, sat in a chair on the side of the table.

There was an air of anticipation lingering in the room, one so heavy, so thick that you felt like you needed to gasp for air if someone didn’t speak. What surprised you the most was the tall, lean figure leaning against a black column in the corner of the room, Daemon. The roguish prince.

Unwillingly, and unknowingly you had just walked into your downfall, completely unprepared. Clasping your hands firmly behind your back, your eyes darting to each member in the room, lingering on your uncle in the corner. You can’t help but wonder what he has to do with whatever was coming your way. You knew that whatever it was, was not going to be favourable in the slightest.

“Father, you called?” your words were drawn out leisurely, as your gaze finally lands on him.

His head whips to you, a stern gaze plastered to his features, his lips down-turned, eyes tired and strained. In the days that had preceded Rhaenrya engagement, his demeanor had worsened. The once panic-ridden state had only increased, the fear of God knows what plagued him day in and day out. He had become harsh, and uncharacteristically different from the man you once knew.

“Ah, y/n…good” he sighs heavily.

He comes to a halt, throwing his hands out over the back of the chair, a means to sturdy himself you surmise. His eyes never meet yours, and the tugging sensation in your stomach tells you that he refuses to meet your gaze due to what he had to say. With your eyes boring into him, he shifts slightly, looking to the few council members that surrounded him for a vote of confidence, one he did not receive in the slightest.

“I will say this plainly…you are to be married,” he says with a forced smile. One that told you that he knew of your displeasure. You felt your heart sink to your stomach, eyes flicking to each member at the table, lingering on your sisters, whose eyes showed the slightest hint of sympathy, then to the Queen’s who showed only disinterest in the situation, and lastly, to Daemon’s, whose had the slightest bit of devilry behind them, and yet there was a sense of pity and longing.

“Pardon?” you chuckle awkwardly, a confused smile resting on your lips. Frozen to the spot as you felt everyone's beady eyes on you.

“Ser Tyland Lannister, he made a proposition for your hand, and it was one that was rather too good to pass on, needless to say, the match has already been made, and you’d do well to head it.” Every word was said with a hint of warning as if he knew just how inclined you were to fight him on the matter. The bile that was forcing its way up your throat was instantly swallowed, your hands trembling in a clenched mess behind your back. You had begun to sink your nails into your palm, something you had done as a child to keep yourself in check, it had only ever sufficed for so long.

“When was this decided?” you ask, doing your best to keep your voice level and calm.

Soft murmurs could be heard throughout the room, nothing you could quite grasp, but that didn’t matter in the slightest. The King looks around, before flicking his hand, dismissing everyone. The room fell silent as everyone hurried out, leaving you alone with your father, minus the lingering presence of your uncle, who had sunk further into the corner of the room, determined not to be seen. Why? you hadn’t the slightest of clues, but as far as you were concerned, he had no position in the topic.

“It was decided today, just now.” he pauses, watching you carefully, “You are to be married within the week,” he adds casually, pulling the chair out from underneath the table to take a seat. With a curl of his finger, one of the lingering servants rushes to his side, filling his cup with wine.

“No,” you huff, your brow tweaked upwards in defiance.

His eyes clenched shut and lips down-turned in what would now become a permanent scowl.

“No?”

“No,” you repeat, this time with more conviction, “I refuse, you cannot make me.”

Despite knowing that he could in fact force you to do his will, it wasn’t going to stop you from speaking your mind. His hand comes down hard against the table, the rattle of it echoing throughout the empty room.

“You forget your place, y/n! You will do as I say, and you will not defy me on this!”

Sinking your nails deeper into your skin, you could feel the smallest bit of moisture flooding your nail beds, no doubt blood from the crescent marks you had made in your displeasure. When the news of Rhaenyra’s betrothal consumed every corner of Westeros, you presumed that the compass of betrothal would not reach you. In your naive mind, you were free to do as you pleased, with no limits or bounds, you would have the freedom to pursue those that you desired, but you could not have been any more wrong in your assumption.

“I do not wish for this, you cannot make me, Father!” you plead, your lip beginning to quiver ever so slightly, as you release your grip on your hands. The suddenness of him standing had you taking a small step back. His knuckles were white as he gripped the edges of the table. He had always found you to be the more difficult of the pair of you. Rhaenyra had given him his fair share of trouble throughout her life, but you had been the topper to it all. Constantly trying his patience to the best of your ability, and this was no different.

“I can do as I damn well please, Y/n, you forget I own you!” he bellowed, “You are a princess, you have your duties same as I, same as Rhaenyra, you are not untouched by your name, and I fear you forget that. You have a duty to fulfill and it may not be as grave as your sisters but you do have one nonetheless.” his eyes narrow coldly on you, begging you to say something more. Tears brim your eyes, as you look at the man you have never seen so cold before.

“Mother would never have gone along with this, but it seems you forget her far too easily.” you spit, your words laced with venom to them. The expression on his face falls a certain sadness that is quick to be replaced with one of hatred. He would not be moved on the topic, that much was clear to you.

“Go from my sight! Now!” he demands, moving from behind the table into a clearer view. Turning on your heel, you stride out of the room, wiping your blood-stained palm into the fabric of your cream coloured dress. Never had you been so infuriated, made to feel so diminished. You had no say in your fate, no say in the fact that you were now to become nothing less than a breeding mule, to be pumped full of Lannister children. Disgusted, and irate. All be damned if you were going to just roll over on your back as such, you would sooner throw yourself from the highest tower than be made into his wife.

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The windows had been thrown open, and the cool night breeze flooded your room as you paced it. Back and forth, and over again, clutching your hand as you run your thumb over the open wounds. The thin sleeping gown that hung loosely on your frame, fell from your shoulders, clinging onto the sides of your arms, while silver locks cascaded down your back, swaying with each heated step. Muddled, filled with thoughts and schemes, and silly notions of how you could possibly evade your current fate, your mind was racing. Adamant to devise a plan on how you could wrench yourself free from the grip that was your uncomical duty.

Nothing was coming to you, other than fleeing from the castle, never to return. Living in squalor, alone and lost, all because you couldn’t stand to marry, but at least you would be free. Unsure if it was worth all the trouble, it was still a viable option in the end. Then there was the absurd idea that you could throw yourself from your window, the one that you kept returning to far more than you cared to admit.

Making your way over to the open seals, you step onto the ledge, looking down at the ground that seemed so far away, and yet not close enough.

“Is that really your only viable option?”

You had been so lost in thought that you hadn’t noticed that you were not alone in your chambers. The voice was easily recognizable, you had heard it nearly all your life. The familiar rasp was that of Daemon’s. Starting out at the kingdom before you, tempted to take the tiniest of steps forward, you speak.

“Tell me, uncle, do you have a better idea?”

His silence was deafening, and you begin to wonder if it was a gesture in itself, urging you to do it.

“Perhaps, but don’t let me stop you...” he says, his voice holding the slightest bit of amusement to it. Taking a deep breath, you pull yourself away from the window, your feet meeting the hard ground once more, as you turn to face him. Leaning against one of the posters on your bed, was Daemon. A simple grey tunic with red detailing, one that you thought suited his complexion well, hanging perfectly on his lean frame. It came as no surprise that he had found his way into your room, seeing as how it had happened before on many occasions. Utilizing the secret passages that opened into your room day in and day out.

To a normal eye, the relationship you had with your dear uncle would be one of scandal, improper in its highest degree, despite nothing ever truly happening between the pair of you. It, however, did not stop the longing gazes, the lewd thoughts, and the stolen touches here and there from both of you. It was something that you are quite certain if brought to the right attention, (would not be taken well.) but neither of you genuinely cared.

You had always been drawn to him in a way you knew was wrong, and though he would never admit it to you, he felt the same. The same immoral desire for you that you had for him. A part of you would argue that you felt a deep love for him, one that wasn’t common in your situation, but it was there nonetheless, festering inside you for as long as you could remember.

He watches with narrowed eyes, as you move from your spot nearest the widow, and over to him, bringing yourself to a stop mere feet in front of him. Looking up through your lashes at him.

“What would you have me do, Daemon?” you pause, a small shrug of your shoulders, “It seems to me that I have very few viable options as of now, so if you have a better one I am all ears, my dearest Uncle.”

His head cocks slightly, as a crooked grin forms on his lips.

“I'm sure there are plenty of other things you could do rather than take your own life..” he says, pushing himself off of the post as he makes his way languidly over to you.

“Well give me one, what can I do?”

Stopping in front of you, his eyes gazing down at you.

“Discredit your name,” he says, grabbing a stray strand of your hair to wrap around his finger. He acted like it was the simplest thing a girl of your standing could do. Tarnish your name, and all would be forgotten, except it wouldn’t. Not only would that perhaps free you from your engagement, but it would in fact bring shame greatly upon your name. You huffed a laugh, as you looked up at him.

“Ha, not like they would be so inclined to believe me now, would they? Especially not since I have so blatantly expressed my vexation in the matter.” You grumble, rolling your eyes slowly as a way to show your point.

“It does not matter what they believe, as long as the word is spread and enough people speak it.” He says softly, letting the strand fall to rest on your chest, his eyes following it as it falls between your breasts.

“I cannot do that, let alone find someone who would, you would have a better chance doing it yourself,” you say exaggeratedly, taking a deep breath, the smallest bit of you hoping that by some grace he would. That he would surrender his pride and morale to save you.

“I could do it…but I want you in return,” his eyes slowly meet yours, suggestion laced just behind the violet of them.

“Let me take you to Dragonstone, I could take you as my wife.”

He was being serious, that much you could gather, he would gladly do it, but at what cost, you wondered. You had never known your uncle to do anything that wasn’t in his best interest, so for you to assume that he would do this merely for you was a juvenile thought among all.

“I will take you as you are, free and unbroken. You’d want for nothing. Tyland will do nothing more than bore you my dear, breed you, and treat you as a trophy for his shelf…” he says, leaning closer to whisper in your ear. ”You were not made to sit atop a shelf, you were made to sit on a throne.” His breath was warm against your ear, as it moved down the side of your neck, his lips only hovering over it, the closeness of him sending chills throughout you.

You hated the way that you wanted him to do it, to discredit you and claim you for his own, or how for as long as you could remember, you desired him, and here he was offering that to you on a silver platter, but you thought better.

“You have not once ever cared about anything but yourself or your own self-interests, that is the only reason you want me, is because I can strengthen your path to your sick sadistic goals, isn’t it? it’s the only reason you even suggest it, you are not doing this for me, it is for you.”

You argue, knowing that you should back away from him, but not moving a muscle in the slightest. You were desperately hoping you were wrong in your claim, that he would laugh in your face and call you a stupid naive girl, but he doesn’t. He pulls away from you, chuckling, as a sultry grin taking over his lips. It made your heart fall into the pit of your stomach, as you stared at him, your eyes wide and innocent. Clasping his hands behind his back, his smile fading slightly.

“It's true, I never have cared about much more than myself, but you are wrong in the fact that the only reason I want you is to fulfill my goals,” he pauses, inching closer, his calloused hands now cupping the soft skin of your cheeks, his thumb resting just under your chin as he uses it to tilt your head up, your eyes meeting his. “I desire you, I need you, I’m afraid I always have. I have cherished you since you were a girl, we have always shared an unbreakable bond, y/n. I want you to be mine.”

His words were true, every last bit, and you knew it, but that didn’t hide the fact that you still had a lingering feeling that he had other goals.

“That may be, Daemon, and I can’t deny that I feel something for you in return, but I cannot just leave, or give up on my people, my home. I cannot just discredit myself on a whim just because I am displeased with my situation.”

Your voice was hopeful, wishing that he would have more words to persuade you, to make you believe, even if it was in the slightest, that he wanted you for nothing more than for himself and nothing more.

“You also cannot stay here, unhappy, and seen as a mere object for someone else's pleasure. My sweet child, you are meant to be worshiped, to be feared and respected…”

His hands clasp your arms, just above where your dress had started to slip, running his hands over the exposed skin.

“Let me show you what it means to be so..”

Daemon brushes his thumb over your lips, holding your gaze for longer than he should have, his eyes boring into yours, searching your expression for even the slightest hint of approval, and permission, before they sift down to where his thumb resided.

“Daemon..” your voice soft, like a reverent whisper of a prayer. Every fiber of your being was set ablaze, urging you to accept him, his proposal, and everything he offered. His thumb pulls at your bottom lip, forcing it open in a gentle manner, allowing for your heavy sighs to be heard. Fighting the urge to let your eyes fall closed at the mere thought of all he could do to you, do for you, you bring your hand up to rest over his, your thumb stroking the side of his hand delicately.

“I cannot.” you mutter.

If he was displeased with your response you didn’t know, for all he did was smirk, letting go of his hold on you.

“Just know you have options, my dear.”

With a yearning gaze, he simply retreats back the way he came, out through the passage. Letting go of the breath you hadn’t been aware you were holding, you right your dress, tugging the fallen sleeves back up your shoulders, as you stare aimlessly at the spot where he stood mere moments ago.

Something about his words had intrigued you, perhaps it was the promise to show you a life you deserved, a way of living that you so longed for, and all by his side. To be his queen, and equal, something that you would not be so likely to receive from Tyland, nor anyone else for that matter. It set your mind into a frenzy to think that, despite knowing the man he was, the way he thought and acted, that nothing but truth was uttered to you. He wanted you.

Letting out an exasperated groan you turn to the window once more, all it would take was a step, but instead, you resulted in throwing yourself into your bed, in hopes of waking with a clear mind.

*****

You were not so lucky, forced to think of all the things Daemon said, offered, on constant repeat inside your head, taunting you, tempting you.

“To hell with it.” you mutter, determined to let nothing hold you back any longer. Reaching for your cloak, you pull it on and pull it closed. Pushing open the false wall, as you slipped into the dark and cold passage, one that you knew would only get you so far. Your steps were light and silent, as you raced your way through the corridors of the castle, eager to find what you sought out. Heart racing, as you descended down a flight of steps, weaving in and out of the shadows, sprinting even faster at the thoughts taking to your mind.

Halting in front of the pair of double doors that were ever so familiar to you, you take a labored breath, giving yourself one more chance to turn back and forget it. You wouldn’t, you couldn’t. Pushing one of them open, you slip inside to the quiet room. Flickering candles spread throughout, being the only thing that allowed you to see. The doorways to the balcony of the room, open wide, letting in the calm yet bracing breeze. Curtains lined the windows, flowing like a simple ball gown of a girl being whisked around. You lean yourself back against the door as a means to shut it, surveying the room for the subject you so desired. Taking a few languid steps into the room in search of him.

“You came..”

Breath hitching at the feeling of a warm, hard body pressed against your back, the familiar smell of him wafting around the room. His arm slips around your waist, pulling you to lean back into him, and you do. Letting the facade that surrounds you fade instantly.

“Show me,” you mumble, closing your eyes, ready to submit. Deft fingers find the strings of your cloak, pulling them to feel it tumble to the ground with a soft thump. His hand reaches for yours, sliding over it gently, as he lets his fingers intertwine with your own before he’s dragging you out onto the balcony. Moving to stand behind you once more, only to whisper in your ear.

“Look down there….” he coos, his hands holding onto your arms, as you feel his breath against your ear. “See all those people, living their lives, free of chaos, and duty…you owe them nothing y/n….. You need not think of them, any more than they do of you…wasting away in this castle, with people made to dictate your every move, every thought and desire…it is them who owes you everything…” He says with a hiss as if they had offended him in some way. You can feel his hand roaming the curvature of your figure as he whispers in your ear, his touch utterly intoxicating with each bit of pressure that he applies.

“You seem to think that you should be stuck here, that you were made to follow someone else, to live someone else's dream for you. That you don’t deserve to live for yourself. That’s not true, my love. You were made to rule, to be powerful, and you need to see that, y/n, you need to believe it, and I can help you… I am but your humble servant.”

The mixture of his words, how he knew you better than you seemed to know yourself, and the close proximity, the way he touched you, the way he made your body tingle with just the slightest brush of his fingers over your skin and his breath against your ear, made you crazy. As you stared down at the kingdom, seeing the lights of all of its residents, the faint glow against the dark of the night, you hadn’t realized that he was no longer holding you, nor the fact that he was no longer near you.

“They don’t deserve you,” he states plainly, admiring the way your skin glowed in the moonlight or the way you stood there, looking down at a kingdom that should be yours. Unaware of this, you turn around, aching for his touch once more. Standing before you, Daemon eyed you sinfully, and yet with adoration.

Taking a step closer to you once more, he drops to his knees, your eyes following his every move, which was so carefully calculated. With a soft grin on his face, he reaches out and grabs your leg, pulling it up to rest on his bent knee. The slit of your sleeping gown, now draping across your leg. Taking a deep breath at the sight of him, falling to his knees for you, you hold it, the anticipation of what was to come eating you alive.

“They don’t deserve you,” Daemon kisses the inner corner of your knee, his hand gliding along your inner thigh, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake. His eyes were glued to yours as if he didn’t want to miss a single thing that flashed across them. “They don’t deserve to worship you,” he continues, moving to kiss along the trail his hand had left, pushing your dress higher with each tender kiss, each word. His eyes drifted down to the spot where your dress began to slip down your shoulders and chest once again, leaving your sternum more and more exposed with each heavy breath you took. “He doesn’t deserve you,” he whispers, his mouth only inches from your bare heat, glistening right before his eyes. He places one more gentle kiss at the highest point of your thigh, the hem of your dress now bunched up around your hips, and the top, barely resting on the tops of your breasts.

“Do you believe me?” His eyes were dark, the violet shade nearly black in the pale light, but you could tell nonetheless what he said was genuine, true. Still holding onto your breath, you slowly nod, watching as his smile fades, and a determined look takes over his face. “Then let me have you…Let me do this for you, for us..”

He doesn’t give you time to answer before his mouth finds your awaiting cunt, tongue licking a single stripe up the length of it, one that has a jolt of pleasure rocking through you. Breath hitching loudly, your hands find the stone ledge that you were once peering over, holding onto it as a means to ground yourself. Head falling back and eyes falling closed, as Daemon gets to work. Pulling your leg over his shoulder, as he wraps his arm around it, to keep you sturdy. Nothing but lustful moans, and whimpers leave your lips, at the feeling of his tongue greedily lapping against you, teasing your clit with a few swirls of it, here and there, then to prodding at your entrance, toying with it.

You so desperately want to cling to his ashen hair, help guide him along by the roots of it, forcing him deeper into your pussy, but the fear of falling at a time like this was much greater. You couldn’t risk it now. Daemon’s tongue circles your needy entrance once more, his nose stimulating your aching clit, noting the way your body shutters, at his touch. He can't help the devilish grin that forms when he thrusts his tongue into you, and you albeit cry out. He instantly moans at the taste of you, like it was the sweetest thing that had ever graced his tongue. He wanted to touch you, to lie with you and feel you writhe beneath him, while he was free to explore every part of you with his mouth, and hands, but he would soon get the chance.

The dress you wore had now fallen past your breasts, your nipples now victim to the cool Westerosian air, hardening as the breeze blew over them, begging to be tended to, but you didn't seem to notice or even care, your mind was elsewhere. Hyper Fixated on the pattern that he was using, to bring you closer and closer to the edge. A strange heat pooling just under your navel, as he begins to suck on your clit. You decided to chance it, removing one of your hands from the ledge only to bury it in the depths of his hair, tugging on the strands with each wave that washed over you. You needed him closer, you needed more of him, and however you got it, you didn’t care, as long as it was him.

“Daemon..Daemon….” you whimper.

There was no use in attempting to form a sentence, not that you had one that particularly mattered in the moment. There was nothing coherent that flooded your mind, and if there was, it would soon be forgotten. Your leg tightens over his back, pulling him closer to you, listening to the way he groans in delight over your response to him. Just as you were falling apart, so was he. His cock strained painfully against his trousers, with nothing to aid it. As he coaxes another loud moan from you, your head shoots forward, and your eyes open, only to see that his gaze hadn’t left you in the slightest. His eyes still very much fixated on the sight of you, your heaving chest, your agape mouth, rosy cheeks, all of it, still in his sight.

He had never seen anything more magnificent, more beautiful, than what was before him, who. You were nothing short of a piece of art, that he would gladly spend his life admiring. As his mouth continued its assault on you, his fingers quickly found a pace, moving inside of you, curling and pumping deeper and deeper. He was pushing you closer to the edge of your release, building quickly inside you, knowing that it would break at any given moment, and then it did. Fire burned through you, consuming you completely. Only his name and hoarse moans called out into the open air, as you struggled to make sense of it all. Daemon’s hand that was once brought about your pleasure was now resting just over your cold one that was sturdily clinging to the stone guard, his fingers tangling with yours once more, as he did nothing to bring you down, his tongue still having its way with you. His mouth devours your pleasure as his own.

Nothing had ever compared to what you felt in the moment, euphoria filling your veins, fogging your head, and blurring your vision, and body suddenly weak and yet so alive. The foreign feeling rippled throughout you, and it was one that was utterly addicting, having you craving so much more. You needed it.

With your mouth still agape, fighting to catch your breath, panting loudly, your eyes fall closed and your head back once more. You could feel your legs ready to give up on you in a moment's notice, and you surmise that the only thing that was keeping you upright, was his grip on you, and the support of the railing behind you.

After a few moments, Daemon lets you down easy, slowing his pace to a stop. Pulling away from you, chin glistening with your sweet release. He wipes his hand over his mouth quickly, before his lean frame is hovering over yours. Slowly guiding you by his hold on your chin, to stand back up straight. Using nothing more than the weight of his body against yours, to keep you upright and sturdy. Shivers run down your spine as you feel his hard length pressing firmly against your waist, gasping in the slightest.

"You belong with me, y/n, and I will do everything I can to prove it," he says softly, his eyes darting back and forth between your two, noting the drunken look in them. He too wore a similar look, one of bliss, and indulgence. Without much thought, you lean forward and catch him in a breathless kiss. Instantly tasting yourself on his tongue, as it meets yours. He pulls you into him more, hands cradling the back of your neck, as he deepens the kiss, moaning into your mouth, over the brush of your tongue in his mouth. His hand falls to your hip, squeezing the flesh of it, as a means to release some of the tension begging to escape him. Brushing your dress aside, as he grabs the back of your thighs, pulling you to jump into his arms, legs wrapping tightly around his torso. With ease he moved you back into the dimly lit room, weaving his way around the furniture, stopping only when he met the edge of his bed, slowly laying you on your back as he followed, hovering over you. His hand glides up the sides of your thighs, as he moves to kiss along your jaw, and neck, sucking marks into your pale skin, marks that would no doubt later aid in the spread of rumors.

Your hands tangle in his hair once more, guiding his head along your body as he moves to kiss over your breasts, and down your sternum, running his tongue back up it, only to kiss back down over your other breast, moaning sweet praises as he goes. The dress that you wore now is a distant memory, as it sat in a jumbled mess over your torso, covering nothing but your navel. Your sex was exposed, and tender as the belt of Daemon’s tunic brushed over it again and again. Pathetic mewls leave your lips, at his every touch.

“y/n, nyke would spend se rest hen issa tubissa, daor matter skorkydoso bōsa, worshipping ao.” he rasps against your tender, pale skin. Cupping his cheeks with your cold frail hands, forcing him to look at you, your eyes meet his, cold and dark, and yet utterly warm and invigorating.

“Nyke aōhon, daemon, emagon issa, claim issa syt aōha own.”

It was all he needed to hear from you, the permission to have you all for himself, to take you as his and only his. His eyes softened, but then something shy of a wild look filled them. His lips find yours once more, catching you slightly by surprise, his tongue finding yours, as he stroked it with his own.

Your nimble hands help him quickly out of his tunic, discarding it to the stone floor, soon to be forgotten, as well as the rest of his pointless clothing. The simple frock that once covered you was now gone, tangled in the mess of his own clothes on the floor, and nothing stood between the pair of you.

Watching as his eyes drink in every sinful inch of you, memorizing every curve, scar, and blemish to your skin, you felt so exposed, and yet so desired.

“Flip over for me, my love..”

You do as you're told, lying on your stomach, eagerly awaiting him. His calloused hand finds your hip, his thumb gently massaging at your lower back as he pushes your legs apart with his knee. You feel his hot breath fanning against your back, his lips kissing down the curve of your spine.

“Perfection…..utter perfection.”

You gasp as you feel the head of his cock nudge against your cunt, your wall instantly clenching around the air, at the thought of him filling you up, stretching you out perfectly. At the little whine you let out, you can feel Daemon’s smile on the skin of your shoulder blade.

“Daemon..please..” you murmur so softly that you’re not even sure he heard it, but as soon as you feel his cock slowly pressing into your needy entrance, you surmise he got the idea. As he pushed deeper into you, leaning over your frame once more, his bare chest pressed firmly against your back, kissing gently at your shoulders and the side of your neck, his thumb still massaging your lower back. He filled you with a delicious stretch, pain and pleasure engulfing your senses, taking him the best you could. Whispering sweet praises into your ear as he continued, feeling your body tense beneath him, but then relaxed almost instantly.

Breathing out unholy profanities as he finally bottoms out inside of you, giving you a moment to adjust to him. You crane your head back to look at him, catching his gaze.

“Don’t stop,” you say softly.

Daemon heeded your words, slowly dragging out of you, the tip of his cock barely resting inside of you, only to thrust back into you, causing a deep moan to be ripped from you. You let your hand reach behind you, tangling your fingers in his ashen locks which were already in disarray once more, pulling on it, as he rocked his body against yours, the drag of his cock, rendering you far drunker than any Dornish red, or cider ever could. Your other hand grasps at the linens of his bed in response to him setting a quicker and deeper pace, his cock perfectly brushing against that sweet spot inside you.

The feeling of him was beyond addicting, he knew just how to work your body, how to pull the most sinful sounds from you, to have your body responding to him so intimately, like he had been doing it for years. Nothing but lustful sounds filled the room, the sound of his skin against yours, the moans and cries that leave you and the earthy groans and labored grunts that leave him. His name was on your tongue, muttered softly as a sense of encouragement as he fucked you, hand clinging to your hip in a sense of desperation. It was the only thing that kept him from losing control. The tingling sensation that you had once felt was coming back, building intensely in your lower belly, your walls clenching in response.

“Daemon…I-”

He understood, feeling it for himself. Reluctantly he pulled out of you, flipping you over once more so that now he could see you. See the way your face contorted in pleasure, see the way your eyes roll back when he hits that spot perfectly, so he could watch eagerly as your chest rose and fell, your heart beating rapidly, all from his doing. Hooking your leg over his arm quickly, he pushed back into you, instantly finding his set pace once more, but this time with an added feature. His thumb met your cunt, spreading around your pooling arousal, as he used it to massage your clit.

“Nyke jaelagon naejot urnēbagon ao māzigon undone, nyke jaelagon naejot ūndegon sepār skorkydoso vok ao issi, issa jorrāelagon, māzigon syt issa.”

It wasn’t long before the feeling returned, building quickly, as it rendered your body numb. You cling to his shoulder, nails sinking into his skin, your other hand still firmly carding through his hair, as it was your only tether to reality. Seeing him like this, pupils blown, hair disheveled, tired, hungry look in his eyes, and yet met with so much adoration, you were flooded with emotion. He had convinced you, not just with his words, but with everything he gave you. Deep down you had already known what you wanted from him, but now there was no point in denying it now.

Your release found you quickly, nearly blindsiding you. Your head lulled back, and your eyes fluttered closed. You wanted to look at him, to see him but you couldn’t manage to keep your eyes open. Back arching off the bed, as you let go of his hair, clinging to the sheets desperately. Your legs were numb, your mind foggy, and your body coursing with heat, as your climax took over.

“Konīr īlon jikagon, māzigon syt issa, issa jorrāelagon,” he says lowly.

Daemon’s words were nothing short of improper, but they sounded like a sweet prayer that he muttered against your skin. It wasn’t long before he followed after you, spilling his seed into your achy cunt, soothing your walls. A thin layer of sweat coats your bodies, as you try to catch your hurried breaths. Slowing his thrusts to a halt, while he kissed your face, tenderly, brushing your damp hair out of your face.

Despite wanting to stay by his side all night, tangled in the sheets, nothing but the heat of his own body to keep you warm, you knew that you couldn’t. This, was only step one, and you knew what had to be done, as did he. He rolls off of you, with a sigh of relief. Nothing needed to be said, the look shared between the pair of you, the one of longing for more, but knowing the limits.

You find your gown, a crumpled mess on the floor, and slip it back on, unknowing that Daemon was now standing behind you, his hands caressing your arms, whilst his lips explored your shoulders with delicate, loving kisses.

“Iksā sīr incredibly gevie, ñuha jorrāelagon”

His hand finds your jaw, turning your head slowly, your eyes able to meet his. The yearning overly present in his gaze. Placing a slow passionate kiss on your lips, he knew he had to let you go. Let you make your way back through the castle, where everyone could see you. With one final kiss, you reluctantly pulled yourself away from him, and made your way to the door, giving him a soft smile, before you disappeared into the dimly light castle.

They are all in order from their appearance in the fic.

“y/n , I would spend the rest of my days, no matter how long, worshiping you.”

“I am yours, Daemon, have me, claim me for your own.”

“I want to watch you come undone, I want to see just how perfect you are, my love, come for me.”

“there we go, come for me, my dear”

“You are so incredibly beautiful, my dear”

#daemon targeryen x reader #daemon x y/n #daemon targaryen #smut #fanfic #house of the dragon #game of thrones #GOT #matt smith #rhaenyra targaryen #house of the dragon fanfic #daemon Targaryen x you #the house of the dragon

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Tears Are Natural

Paring: Husband!Gerard x Gn!Reader

Fandom: My Chemical Romance

Request: Yes, by anon

Summary: Gerard has an extremely rough day but the reader is there to comfort him.

Prompts: #34 "You look like you could use a hug.", #31 "Just breathe.", #35 "Let it all out...I'm here for you.", #32 "I'm okay, you're okay, we're okay."(they are used in that order.)

Note: Husband Gee because I feel like he's an amazing, adorable husband. also, I hope Gerard anon likes this :)

Life. Everyone has experienced it, but for some, it was easy. For others, it was quite the opposite. Having a lot of ups and downs. For one Gerard Way, life had a lot of ups and downs.

A few of the ups were well-known. Those being his brother and two best friends, the band, and the fans. A lesser known up, due to mutual agreement was you. You were one of if not the best up in Gerard's life. Now that doesn't mean his life didn't have downs.

That leads to the current day. It was a day that was not at all going well for Gerard. Gerard was well aware that the day was not going to be a good one. How? He simply knew by the way he woke up with no real energy to do much.

Now, of course, Gerard tried to push it aside and tried to be productive. He had comics and songs he needed to work on, but he was not in the best mood to write. Mental health is a very normal thing and something Gee has openly talked about struggling with. That doesn't mean he'll always talk when it's affecting him and his day.

You always made sure Gee need you were there for him regardless of what he might need. You never minded calming his worries and comforting him. It was just hard to do this when at times Gee could be stubborn and put himself into his work. Now he never really liked the work he did on a bad day and would end up redoing another day anyway.

You had a feeling something was off with Gee. Yes, he was a quiet person but he'd still say good morning and see if you had any plans. Simply but it was Gee's way of showing he cared about your morning and day even if he wasn't always awake enough to process what you were saying.

Another and probably the biggest sign was him going to his office and locking himself in there. Gee only did that when he was having an off day and "didn't want to make you deal with it" as he would say, you would always tell him you had no problem being there even if it was just as a shoulder to cry on.

As the day when on Gerard was getting more stressed, anxious, and overworked. Gerard was trying to put more energy than he had into his work but it wasn't going well which only adds to his day. Gee had no idea how much time had passed nor knew how long he'd been sitting in his office staring at a half-drawn comic page.

Another thing Gerard didn't realize was the panic attack that was slowly coming. He didn't realize what had been going on until he heard the office door open. Standing there leaning against the door was you. Gee was definitely not prepared for what you were about to say.

"You look like you could use a hug." It was said with a knowing look. Gee sighed and nodded he could deny his feelings any longer. Gee didn't even realize that he was starting to panic until you had said "Just breathe." Normally Gerard would unknowingly say everything when this happened how he had tried to pretend that he was okay longer than normal so trying to talk and think about everything made him more stressed.

Everything Gerard was feeling hit him in one big wave, and all he could do was break down and all you could do is hug him. It comforted Gerard to hear you being accepting of it. "Let it all out...I'm here for you." A simple sentence that brought a lot of comfort to Gerard.

Once Gerard had calmed down quite a bit you pulled him away from the hug slightly and took any worry left in his mind away by telling him "I'm okay, you're okay, we're okay." It was something that he truly needed to hear.

You had managed to get him out of his office and back to the bedroom where you told him to get comfortable while you grabbed his favorite food and drinks. When you got back to the bedroom the first thing you saw was Gee cuddling into the blanket, clearly waiting for you.

After setting when you had brought to the room on the bedside table you laid down next to Gerard who immediately cuddled into your side. It was obvious that Gee was tired, so you played with his hair knowing it would make him fall asleep and it did. At the end of the day, all that truly matted was tomorrow was a new and fresh start.

#gerard way fanfic #gerard way x reader #gerard way #mcr gerard #gerard way fluff

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The Dragon and the Witcher: A Tale of Love and Destiny

Chapter 1: The Convergence of Worlds

As the sun set over the vast plains of the Continent, Geralt of Rivia found himself on a seemingly ordinary contract – exterminating a pack of vicious monsters. However, a strange portal suddenly materialized before him, swallowing him whole. As Geralt fell through the swirling vortex, he could feel the very fabric of reality being twisted and torn around him.

When he regained his senses, Geralt discovered he was no longer in the world he knew. Instead, he found himself in the heart of Westeros, a land of dragons and noble houses, in a time long before the rise of the White Wolf. Confusion and curiosity filled his mind as he looked around, absorbing the sights and sounds of this unfamiliar land.

The sprawling city of King's Landing stretched before him, its towering structures reaching for the sky. Dragon banners fluttered in the gentle breeze, and the distant sound of swords clashing echoed through the city streets. Geralt could sense that this world was unlike any he had encountered before, both in its grandiosity and the palpable aura of power that surrounded it.

Chapter 2: A Targaryen Discovery

In the capital city of King's Landing, meanwhile, the Targaryens were gathered to witness the birth of their newest member – a girl named Y/N, the firstborn child of Viserys and Amma. The child bore the unmistakable silver-haired beauty of her Targaryen ancestors, a rarity even among their family.

Unknown to even the wise maesters of Westeros, Y/N possessed a powerful magic inherited from her dragon-blooded lineage. Her arrival into the world had unknowingly set events into motion, opening the portals between realms and drawing Geralt and his destiny closer to the House of the Dragon.

As Y/N grew, her connection to the dragons became evident. She had an innate ability to communicate with them, understanding their thoughts and needs as if they were her own. This gift both fascinated and frightened her, for she recognized the responsibility that came with it. Yet, she also longed for a life beyond palace walls – a life of adventure and purpose.

Chapter 3: The Witcher and the Dragon Princess

As Geralt acclimated to his newfound surroundings, he soon came across the magnificent dragons housed within the Targaryen stronghold. Drawn to their awe-inspiring presence, he couldn't help but marvel at their majesty and beauty. It was during one of his visits that he stumbled upon Y/N practicing her archery, her silver locks gleaming in the moonlight.

Drawn to her beauty and grace, the Witcher cautiously approached the young Targaryen, his heart slowly awakening to emotions he had long buried. Y/N, too, felt an inexplicable connection to Geralt, sensing a kindred spirit in him. It was as if their destinies had intertwined, guiding them toward this fateful encounter.

As the two spent time together, they discovered their shared sense of isolation and longing. Y/N yearned for freedom beyond the constraints of her birthright, while Geralt carried the weight of being an outcast due to his Witcher mutations. Their conversations flowed effortlessly, their laughter echoing through the halls of Dragonstone.

Chapter 4: Forbidden Love

Despite their growing affection for one another, Geralt and Y/N knew that pursuing a romance was riddled with complications. The Witcher hailed from a foreign land, and Y/N, a princess, carried the weight of her family's expectations. Their love seemed destined to remain a secret, buried beneath layers of duty and societal norms.

However, fate conspired against them as whispers of their clandestine meetings spread throughout the kingdom. While some viewed the union as an opportunity for an alliance, others saw it as a threat to their own ambitions. Geralt and Y/N found themselves caught in the crossfire of political games and power struggles, their love put to the ultimate test.

Chapter 5: Trials and Tribulations

As tensions heightened, Geralt's unparalleled prowess with a blade became essential in protecting the woman he loved and her dragon-kin. Battles against rival houses and supernatural threats alike united Geralt and Y/N in their fight for survival. Together, they embraced the challenges they faced, their separate skills complementing one another.

Their shared experiences and the trust they built cemented their love, giving them the strength to face the countless obstacles thrown their way. Geralt, with his stoic determination, became a beacon of strength for Y/N, while Y/N's unwavering support and inherent magical abilities enchanted Geralt and bolstered his resolve.

Chapter 6: The Prophecy Fulfilled

As the final battle between the rival houses loomed, a prophecy spoken by an ancient seer emerged, intertwining Geralt and Y/N's destinies. Only the union of a Witcher and a dragon-blooded Targaryen could end the cycle of chaos that haunted both realms. It became clear that their love was not just a personal affair but a destiny that transcended their individual lives.

Geralt, armed with his knowledge of monsters and the elixirs that enhanced his abilities, stood side by side with Y/N, whose mastery of magic and command over dragons became pivotal to their success in the upcoming battle. Together, they harmonized their unique talents and shattered the chains of despair that threatened to consume their love and the world around them.

Chapter 7: Union of Worlds

With their enemies vanquished and the realms once again at peace, Geralt and Y/N celebrated their triumph, reveling in the love that had blossomed under the shared admiration of their respective worlds. They knew their love had defied fate, crossing boundaries to forge a unique bond between two realms.

Joined by their loyal companions, including the Targaryen dragons, Geralt and Y/N embarked on a new adventure – exploring the uncharted territories of their intertwined destinies. The worlds of The Witcher and House of the Dragon became forever linked, with love acting as their guiding light.

Epilogue: Infinite Paths

Though their journey would always be fraught with uncertainty and danger, Geralt and Y/N faced the unknown with unwavering determination and profound love. Their choice to defy the constraints of their respective worlds united them in a truly extraordinary tale, forever etching their love into the annals of history.

"The Dragon and the Witcher: A Tale of Love and Destiny" serves as a testament to the power of love, bridging the gaps between worlds and propelling two souls toward an everlasting bond. Through the sheer force of their will and the magic that bound them, Geralt and Y/N's love endured through the ages, inspiring generations yet to come.

#geralt imagine #geralt of rivia #the witcher #house of the dragon #geralt x reader #geralt of rivia imagine #the witcher x reader #the witcher imagine #the witcher fanfiction

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gunsli-01 · 1 year

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So, are you ready to jump into the first part of the Tarot rundown? Probably, hopefully... I've only been vaguely mentioning this essay for weeks at this point. Today we'll be going over the first five cards in the celtic spread shown first in MeMe. Next, we'll go over the other five and our interpretation of the cards overall. Then do the same with the second spread.

Now we're not just giving a surface level reading here. We'll also be taking a deeper look into how Mikoto designed his cards in comparison to the classic ones. This is going to be long and go over what people may feel is superfluous off topic information. Such as the history behind some tarot cards which will include how they were typically depicted and the history around those previous depictions.

Now with all of that out of the way let me put my suffering on full display. If anyone goes under this cut, you'll see pretty quickly why this was separated into four parts. Five cards down fifteen more to go-ha ha no some of these repeat so it's literally like maybe twelve or eleven.

Here's the link to preface explaining every bias I may have

Spread One

First Card Represents: The Situation

Card Drawn: Hangman

Position: Reversed

In Mikoto’s tarot deck the Hangman is portrayed as a yellowish orange man strung upside down by their leg on a glowing blue cross a yellow moon behind their head and eyes peering at them from behind. As if put up on display against their will. This is fun for multiple reasons it plays on Mikoto’s fear of being surveilled or unknowingly put into a situation where he is being watched by others with no escape from their gaze.

However, the eyes watching on at the display remind me of the game Hangman. That fun game where a person or team of people have to guess the letters in a word or term but if a guess is wrong another piece of the hangman is drawn on the board until he’s completely there signifying the guesser’s loss. It’s the one-time people will look on intently at something usually considered gruesome and find entertainment in it.

We’re not saying this could have been an intentional allusion when it comes to the eyes it’s just a fun thought. Especially considering that Mikoto has been related to competitive children’s games already.

Mikoto’s variation on the Hangman card is pretty close to what the card looks like within most modern tarot decks. Hanging upside down by their foot tied to a cross of some kind. Certainly, he took some liberties with the background. Though roughly it’s not too far removed from its typical depiction that it’s difficult to tell what it is.

However, that’s considering its modern-day depictions. Historically the Hangman card while still depicting a man hung upside down by one of his feet did not have him tied to a cross. In fact, he was tied to a tree said to hold up the heavens with roots that directly connected to the underworld. The card has been depicted with the man hanging from a branch held up between two trees firmly rooted within the ground. That or one tree with leaves on each side of the top branches. Over time the tree the hangman was attached to slowly became more and more cross-like. Eventually the cross took the tree's place entirely and no greenery can be found within most depictions of the card.

The hangman is also associated with the motif colors of both of the Kayanos seen in MeMe. Red and Blue. The hangman is also associated with yellow. In versions of the card the Hangman is depicted with golden blonde hair, yellow shoes, red pants and a blue shirt. The red is meant to represent the passion of humanity and the human form. While the blue represents calm and reflective emotions. The yellow on the Hangman’s personage is meant to represent his intellect.

In Mikoto’s first iteration of the Hangman card (the painting seen at the beginning of MeMe) the color red does not appear at all. Though this could be because it is unfinished.

However, I think the Hangman is the tarot card associated with Boku Mikoto. The Fool being the one associated with Ore Mikoto. Fun fact the painting of The Fool can be seen in MeMe as a visual indication of when Ore Mikoto is on screen in some scenes.

I think this is the correct interpretation of things not only because Ore Mikoto is heavily associated with red throughout the mv and Boku Mikoto Blue or because blue is the color of focus within the hangman card Mikoto draws originally. It also makes sense when we take their individual personalities into account.

Boku Mikoto is the leveled and calm one. Having him be represented by the hangman tied to a blue cross the color the card associates with calm emotions; the body and moon be yellow the color associated with intellect. Fits especially when you take into consideration that The Hangman is no hostage or victim of circumstance. It’s generally believed that he is not only fine but is there of his own volition. Only having one leg tied and his hands freely held behind his back.

It's thought that the hangman can leave whenever he pleases but he doesn’t. A lot of people would assume his hands are tied as well as his one foot and tend to be wary about receiving this card in any reading. Just because of the look of it alone. However, the hangman itself is the embodiment of calculated risk and reward. He’ll stay where he is until the time is right to get what he wants.

Hm, if that isn’t reminiscent of a certain lyric.

“I’d play dead even though I’m alive right?”

The Hangman usually foretells sacrifice in the sake of progress. To obtain or accomplish one’s goal something must be given. Though this time of sacrifice may not be pleasant it is expected to lead somewhere in the end. It can also allude to needing to take a premeditated step backwards to better move forward later. However, it is usually interpreted as a sign to stop. Warning against continuing forward on a particular path or with a certain action. Heavily recommending one take the time to step back to better analyze the circumstance before proceeding regardless of how urgent the matter may seem. Due to this it can also be seen as a sign of indecision.

It appears here in its reversed position which foretells that the querent has reached a point in their life where they feel as though they’ve sacrificed so much yet very little, or nothing has been gained in return. They have reached an impasse filled with a feeling of crippling stagnation. They are possibly curious if anything can be done from the position, they find themselves in now. Finding themselves feeling as though whatever they attempt to do, no matter how much they try nothing is turning out as it should.

“All those ridiculous accusations. Hurting it, holding it down, it doesn’t change anything, does it? Ah, it’s the same anywhere I go. It’s like what’s wrong isn’t wrong.” –- “My life it wasn’t supposed to be this way.”

Second Card Represents: The Challenge

Card Drawn: Queen of Swords

Position: Neutral

The Queen of Swords is usually seen with a stern look, her sword pointed up to the sky in one hand and the other out as if offering something. This card has been associated with the element air and clouds. It has been stated that the Queen of Swords place is in the clouds far from the reach of anyone who would wish to do harm to or deceive her. However, in Mikoto’s Tarot deck the Queen of Swords is represented by multiple knives with a chain-link fence behind them. As though the queen has been caged in and separated from her place in the clouds.

The clouds even appear to still be present just behind the fence. The Queen of Swords is meant to instill clear judgement when it comes to mundane situations that occur in the querents day to day activities while also leaving them flexible to the input of others. Overall allowing them to gain more knowledge from their peers while completing their everyday responsibilities.

It appears to signal to the asker that sometimes it is best to make decisions unclouded by one's own emotions. Instead beckoning the person to look at all the facts of the situation before making a snap judgement. Whether reversed or right side up it tells the wonderer to stop thinking with their feelings and look at things objectively. However, in this case it is neutral and representative of a challenge one will face.

When combined cards one and two form the heart of the situation Mikoto in this case the querent is currently facing. The queen being here doesn’t seem like a problem but should be read as such. Everyone interprets tarot differently so feel free to take the proceeding interpretation with a grain salt. Taking in all the information we have on Mikoto at this time.

Card 1 & 2 add up to one interpretation. Mikoto is having a difficult time with the outcome of his choices. He feels like he’s in a constant spiral of giving without ever receiving anything in return. The problem is he has no proper way of communicating this. Be it that his grievances are too far in the past to bring up now,

“If I could laugh, if I could go back, I’d play dead even though I’m alive right?”

A lyric that under this interpretation could be considered to mean even if I went back, I’d still keep quiet while screaming on the inside. He’d still just keep it to himself even if he could redo it all. This may be because he doesn’t even know where to start when it comes to communicating how he’s feeling or he’s willfully holding it all in. Making direct communication a closed off option entirely. This could possibly explain why the queen has been fenced in within his Tarot design as well.

Okay, so what? Mikoto has a problem. He’s feeling like all his hard work has amounted to nothing and he’s only being asked to do more. He can’t/won’t communicate that issue. Something that is very in character given how his communication style has been portrayed so far.

So, let’s talk about that communication style. Mikoto’s style of communication has been shown to be a mix of Passive and Submissive. He’s not a pushover but he has a general unwillingness to burden others around him. He doesn’t balk at communicating in general and attempts to keep the atmosphere amicable and positive. He shows outward disdain towards Futa whose communication style drastically conflicts with his own. Noting that he believes Futa’s way of communicating to be attention seeking in nature.

“Hey, it’s a bother having you be so angry and tense all the time. You should stop trying to get everyone to pay attention to you. You’re a uni student, right? You can’t act like that once you start working properly.”

Mikoto interprets Futa’s more aggressive communication style and tense mannerisms as attention seeking and notes it as a problem. This contrasts with his usually more amicable demeanor and mature way of communicating. While also showing off his ability to directly communicate issues with others. Even though Mikoto attempts to be the mature one most of the time like Mahiru he seems to genuinely enjoy communicating with others.

He may even find comfort and needed stimulation from his social interactions despite the strange circumstances. He even goes up to Shidou someone he states is difficult to talk to in a previous interaction five days later just to chat. All because a good opportunity to break the ice presented itself.

Even though Mikoto’s upbringing may not have allowed him to develop the best communication style when it comes to taking his own feelings into account, he seems to get some satisfaction from conversing in general. I believe his chatty nature is displayed the best in the Portal Timeline Posts on 20/07/15 when he discusses his studying habits with Amane, 20/05/31 where he talks over his belief that Milgram is a reality tv stunt with Mu, and 20/05/25 where he’s caught talking aloud to himself by Mahiru before they introduce themselves to each other.

In all of these situations someone initiates conversation with Mikoto first. Who is shown to be more than happy to reciprocate when prompted and willing to stretch the conversation on longer. Having to stop himself during the conversation with Amane twice because he recognizes he may be talking about things she doesn’t understand or someone her age might not be interested in.

After confiding in Mu that he still believes this is a reality stunt. Because he really hasn’t murdered anyone. So, this can’t be real but if that is the case, he is worried about being seen doing something as embarrassing as getting upset about his wrongful imprisonment. He then follows up lengthening the conversation by changing the topic to how if it is a tv stunt Mu will be really popular because she’s good looking. Plus, there are lot of folks who get their big break from things like this.

The focus of his conversation with Mahiru is usually how he gives her a nickname immediately. Mikoto explains who he does and doesn’t give nicknames to and why he likes using them as well. It doesn’t seem like a socially manipulative tactic on his part even though he notes the psychological benefits of it and recommends it. He says he doesn’t give them to people who are hard to talk to like Shidou or children like Amane. So, if he were using nicknames in a psychologically manipulative way or to come off more endearing wouldn't it be easier to use it on people you have difficulty speaking with like Shidou instead of not using them at all with a select few.

Something that could easily be taken as personal slight when you're known to give everyone else nicknames. Mikoto's reasoning behind who he doesn't give nicknames to leaves Futa to wonder where he falls between the Amane and Shidou. Difficult to communicate with or child. Neither of which are good options for the college student.

However, I propose he falls squarely into the category of Mikoto’s actual reason for giving nicknames. To differentiate between the people, he feels comfortable talking to and people he doesn’t. That’s why Futa doesn’t fall into either of the categories he presented and why the only common thread between these three is how he’s shown hesitance when it comes to communicating with them. Even if the reasons why vary. They're all people that he’s on more than one occasion shown a need to watch what he says around or a general discomfort speaking to.

That leads me to believe these nicknames are his way of going oh I feel comfortable around this person and want to interact with them more. This lines up with his introduction to Mahiru as well. Mikoto doesn’t just give her a nickname out of the clear blue sky before he does, he literally says,

“Ahh, I’m glad there’s someone here who’s easy to talk to.”

So, it’s likely that this is just his subconscious way of going this person is easy or safe to talk to. Our overall point is while Mikoto does struggle with communicating certain things he seems to enjoy the act of communicating itself. Something that makes sense given he’s the only individual in Milgram to have a communications-based vocation.

Q.08 What’s the most rewarding part of your current job?

Mikoto: I mean, it’s the top advertising agency in the industry? Anyone would be proud to be a part of it. I put a lot of work in just to get there, too.

He is just very unlikely to voice displeasure or do anything that he views as burdensome, uncivil, or generally embarrassing. This means he probably has a lot of patience when it comes to dealing with bad actors. Possibly holding the mentality that regardless of how another person behaves towards you, how you react to their treatment is a choice that reflects your character so be the bigger person. Let their actions speak for them and your actions speak for you.

If that's the case though... Then what could have occurred that was causing him so much emotional distress and irritation that his communication would be affected to this degree?

Third Card Represents: The Past

Card Drawn: Wheel of Fortune

Position: Reversed

In Mikoto’s Tarot deck the Wheel of Fortune is represented by multiple wheels. Some wheel designs appear multiple times throughout the card. However, the wheel with double layered spokes and rims only repeats twice. The wheel right above where the card says Wheel of. Another tire like it appears behind and under further behind the wheel stained with blood. One can tell it’s the same wheel because of the doubled spokes that can be seen in the gaps of the tire in front of it.

Since that specific wheel design appears twice it could be the design of Mikoto’s bicycle wheels. However, the shape and size of the wheels are more reminiscent of car tires with a snake slithering between them.

There are two things that we can consider odd about Mikoto’s rendition of this card. Those being the snake and the use of car tires. To our knowledge Mikoto doesn’t own a car and to his own admission does not like reptiles.

Q.06 What do you hate?

Mikoto: working overnight / reptiles / violence

The wheel of fortune historically has been represented by one wheel usually covered in alchemical symbols surrounded by multiple creatures. An Angel in the top left corner representative of the zodiac sign Aquarius Air and Intellect, an Eagle in the top right corner representative of Scorpio Water and Emotions, a Lion in the bottom right corner with wings representative of Leo Fire and Passion, and a Bull in the bottom left corner with wings representative of Taurus Earth and Possessions. They are all depicted holding/looking at books.

Q.12 How do you travel to work?

Mikoto: Road cycling. It’s one of my hobbies, good exercise too.

The fact that I don’t have to worry about making the last train can be both a blessing and a curse.

Why are these astrological signs associated with the wheel of fortune? Simply put there is a bit of an overlap between Astrology and Tarot reading. Tarot cards overlap with many things. However, the explanation for these signs being used specifically may lie in the myths associated with them and their elements as signs.

The water bearer depicted in Aquarius represents a boy of legend by the name of Ganymede. While tending to his father’s land Zeus saw the boy falling for him instantly. Zeus then turned himself into a bird and swooped down taking the boy and bringing him to Olympus where he became the water bearer of the Gods. Going from farmer to immortal is hardly an unfortunate thing. Though being abducted by a bird kind of is and if you go into the emotional logistics of if the guy hated or loved his family, then it could have been a bit of a downer.

Either way, there at the top left corner of the wheel the eleventh sign Aquarius sits displaying that even life’s best turns are unpredictable.

In the bottom left laying peacefully is the second sign Taurus. The bottom is usually a rough place to be, at least that’s what many people believe. However, sometimes the place where you are is right where you're needed. Taurus showcases the ups and downs of the wheel perfectly with its myth. In it Zeus transforms himself into a white bull to steal away the object of his affections Europa in which he succeeded. Taking her to Crete and wooing her with multiple gifts. They had three children together. One of them would go on to become the King of Crete known as Minos.

However, the path of the parents is rarely the tale of the offspring. To become the King of Crete Minos prayed to Zeus’ brother god of Seas Poseidon. Poseidon then sent a bull from the sea as proof that Minos had the right to rule. Minos had promised to sacrifice the bull back to Poseidon in thanks. When met with the bull's magnificence much like his mom when it had come to Zeus he took a shine to the animal. It was gorgeous. So, what was wrong with keeping it? Minos then decided that he would partially keep his word to the Sea God sacrificing a normal bull to Poseidon instead.

As you can guess this did not go over well with Poseidon. As recompence for words not kept Poseidon had Aphrodite make Minos’ wife lust for the sacred bull. So, even though Minos had become king by not keeping to his word and trying to take more than promised. He became king but his wife was well getting horny over other things soooo…the bottom left you lay Taurus. Life truly is full of highs and lows.

On the upper right-hand side rests, the eighth sign Scorpio depicted as an Eagle with a book beneath its talons. Scorpio is tied to the myth of Orion. There are many myths surrounding Orion. He is a son of Poseidon and best known for hunting. It is even said he accompanied Artemis on a hunt.

His tale has many iterations in one telling of events he boasted that with his skills he could take down any creature on earth in another he promised to kill every animal on earth. This display of arrogance or callousness depending on the story offended and upset Gaia who sent a giant scorpion after him. Orion and the Scorpion both died during their altercation leading to the creation of the constellations Scorpius and Orion.

Zeus or Artemis decided to memorialize Orion in the sky, but Gaia is said to have created Scorpius in honor of the scorpion that killed Orion. In another tale Orion while a hunter spent most of his days attempting to obtain the hand of the woman, he loved the daughter of Oenopion the king of Chios. During his efforts to gain the right to be with Merope Orion cleared the beast from the island and brought his beloved the spoils from his hunt. Like a cat.

Despite all the spoils he had gathered her father Oenopion was disinterested in the man’s advances. Refusing to give his consent for the union. This led Orion to try to take Merope by force. This did not go over well with her father who blinded Orion while after he’d gotten inebriated and sent the man out to shore. He eventually found his way to the sun god and got his sight restored. After which he stayed with Artemis (Diana) as her hunting partner. Artemis grew fond of the man but her brother Apollo was brought to upset by this and would chide her about said affections.

One day when Orion was out at sea Apollo spotted him from above and bet Artemis could not hit him. It must be noted that Orion was so far out that he appeared to be nothing more than a black speck. Artemis took deadly aim and fired. When Orion’s body washed up to shore, she was so aggrieved she placed him into the heavens.

The less extravagant telling of events and possibly what the wheel of fortune is referring to is�� Orion was a man who led a rather sad life and ultimately met his end when he accidently stepped on a scorpion. The Gods felt so sorry for him that they immortalized the hunter in the sky surrounding him with many animals so that he could continue his hunting even in the stars. Showcasing that even when the wheel runs you over you will one day roll up to the top again.

Last but certainly not least is Leo. The fifth representative of the western This one is somewhat common knowledge or at least has been showcased in various media over the years since it’s tied to Hercules/Heracles. For reference you know the giant lion Hercules fights during Zero to Hero in Disney’s Hercules. Yeah, that’s Leo. Getting folded by Hercules in what’s basically a visual footnote in the background of a musical number. That’s certainly a way to get to the bottom of the Wheel of Fortune card.

Yet somehow it gets worse for poor Leo. In one story possibly connected to the lion of the stars there was a young couple Pyramus and Thisbe who very much wanted to be together, but their parents contested their relationship saying that they were both too young to be wed and separated them. However, the pair decided to meet secretly with white berries beneath a certain mulberry tree. When Thisbe arrived, she was attacked by an already blood-stained lion at which point she ran away from their meeting spot. As she left her veil fell from her face and onto the ground and the lion pounced atop it. When Pyramus arrived, he saw the blood veil and assumed the worst. He then threw himself atop his own sword in grief. Thisbe returned briefly after whether it was out of concern for her already fallen love or just to keep to their meeting is unknown. However, when she saw the Pyramus there blade ran through him and her bloody veil nearby she took her loves sword and quickly followed him. It is said the blood of this tragic couple is what colored the berries of the Mulberry tree red. Some even believe that Zeus himself placed Thisbe’s veil in the sky as Coma Berenices.

The other tale is that of Hercules. In Nemea lived a beast of great size with a hide thick as iron that no weapon could pierce with claws that could rip through armor. A lion of great strength that far surpassed the others of its kind. It brought fear to the hills of Nemea. Hercules’ first task was to defeat the beast and bring the King its pelt. During his first attempt Hercules used arrows to no avail. After which he went after the beast with his club chasing it into a cave with two entrances, one of which he’d already blocked off.

He cornered the animal realizing it could not be slain with human tools he took to using his bare hands. Choking out the beast in his with his mighty arms while avoiding and at times ignoring its claws. So, there Leo sits at the bottom right of the Wheel.

-Back to Mikoto for those not interested in the mythology stuff-

I may have been writing this for too long but that last story of the lion sounds a bit familiar. Sort of reminds me of what Mikoto is shown to be going through in MeMe. Particularly, his last obstacle where we see him burying a person alive, but his bat is weirdly absent as though he was incapable of using it in that bout or disarmed. Though we’ll go into his crimes in another post. Just thought I’d note that here.

I explained all that to get across that there were many animals more prominent within the wheel Mikoto could have chosen. He could have even played on the eagle representing Scorpio and had scorpions crawling through the tires. The snake isn’t even a mainstay in most iterations of the card. It’s small and off to the side. Only there to represent evil. The fact that Mikoto’s tarot design of the Wheel of Fortune hones in on the snake says a lot about how he views fortune in general.

This also plays into why there are multiple wheels instead of one within his depiction.

For the most part Mikoto has presented himself as an individual who believes in personal accountability, working towards one’s own goals, and being considerate of those around you. Considering his character, it’s not surprising that the wheel of fortune is not just one individual wheel but multiple wheels that seem to be crushing and overshadowing his own. As though he’s just a cog in a larger machine as the snake slithers through unperturbed by the chaos around it. It really does perfectly visualize the fickle crushing weight that is the reality of such things as fate and luck.

Highlighting how most people don’t get anywhere without the help of others and sometimes it’s not about letting go or letting whatever happens happen. Instead, it’s only who you know and who likes you that decides how the wheel spins.

This card perfectly visualizes the fear Mikoto has around letting go of control of things like his emotions, job, or even past choices that aren’t working out and letting what will happen after just happen. Because there are so many variables that can’t be accounted for, and life is full of wills outside of one’s own. Having your life be affected by the lives of others is unavoidable.

Yes, we are all crushed by the wheel, but some are ran over more than others and the chaos surrounding his version of the card perfectly illustrates that. While it does a great job of highlighting his general wariness about letting what will be, be it also shows his disdain at the concept. Whether consciously or subconsciously Mikoto associated the one thing he openly dislikes with the card that literally symbolizes that everyone will have to relinquish control of a situation at some point and just have faith things will work out. That good and bad times both will pass.

Mikoto’s response to this card's existence is direct hostility, and he is using his artistic abilities to call bullshit on the concept of the card itself. He really went no I dislike this card specifically, designed it like this, and then drew that shit in two separate Celtic spreads. Like the cards, the cards, the cards will tell- Man I’m surprised he hasn’t burned this deck. The only thing I’ve realized through writing most of this is that Mikoto can be incredibly passive aggressive, and I love it.

Now when it comes to the car tires. He may have chosen them to represent the Wheel of Fortune because cars tend to be expensive making it fortunate for one to own such a vehicle. However, we believe there may be more meaning to this. One that may be discerned from looking at the other cards.

The Wheel of Fortune signifies the uncontrollable and cyclical nature of life. The ups and downs spinning in tandem with no signs of stopping. Reminding people that regardless of their status some things are just fated to occur. Like life’s many saddening facets and happy accidents, some things are unavoidable. The wheel runs over all indiscriminately.

It reminds the querant regardless of the situation they currently find themselves in that their present is not their end. Things will change. Upright it reminds people to appreciate the good times they may be having for they will not last and in reverse it reminds them that the bad times too shall pass. As the third card in the Celtic spread, it is representative of the querants past.

In this case signifying that Mikoto has faced many troubles in his past up until this point. Yet these times may be passing.

Fourth Card Represents: The Future

Card Drawn: Five of Swords

Position: Upright

In Mikoto’s Tarot deck the Five of Swords is represented by five cooking knives with seven holes above the edge of the blade. Other than that, the card does not differ too much from its regular depictions. The fourth card in the Celtic spread represents the querants possible future. So, we can discern a bit about how things may go from this card.

The Five of Swords suggests that the querant is facing a conflict of some kind. This conflict can be internal or external. It can allude to one having social disagreements. It advises the querant to introspect upon what is more important in this argument, being proven correct or keeping polite relations. Warning that even though it seems they have won they could end up losing in the long run due to the ire they’ve incurred. Highlighting that it may be necessary for the querant to face themselves by fully investigating their beliefs.

It warns against becoming overly ambitious. Stating that continuing in this manner will either lead to querants defeat or a victory in isolation.

“If I could end, if I could stop; how long would this dream go on?”

“Why, hey why, I’m nowhere to be found?”

Fifth Card Represents: The Conscious/Above

Card Drawn: Ace of Cups

Position: Upright

The Ace of Cups in Mikoto’s tarot deck is represented by a cup pouring what appears to be paint over the broken remains of a bunch of wooden mannequins used for figure drawing in front of a bluish moon. I could have brought this up earlier, but I assumed it was readily apparent and could not remember if there was an exact word for these things. However, I’ve given up on finding out if there is at this point.

So, yeah, the human figures in Mikoto’s tarot cards are wooden figure drawing mannequins. Tiny dolls with moveable joints that artists position in order to get a better grasp on poses. They can be found in art schools for example the only reason I know what they are is because I went to an arts high school, and they were brought up at points by students. They can also be found in art supply shops. Not everyone uses them, and some artists find them finicky opting to just look up references or stock photos instead.

However, these mannequins are usually fun to use, position in various ways, and are helpful for those who like a three-dimensional reference. So, it might be more likely that artists who studied mostly through drawing art models people who pose for art students to draw them either clothed, partially clothed or nude would gravitate towards these. While we’re on the topic all the items except for maybe the car tires depicted within the wheel of fortune are items that can be found within Mikoto’s home.

Pentacles being represented by records there’s a record player on one of his drawers, his baseball bat representing wands, the kitchen knives representing swords we don’t see his kitchen in MeMe but I assume he has knives and these figure drawing mannequins while not seen in his home are possibly something he uses for work or has around in an area of his house we have not seen yet like with the knives.

As I brought up, when going over the wheel of fortune card two of the tires within the wheel seem to belong to Mikoto. However, this is only believed to be the case by us because they have doubled spokes and are the only tires to appear just twice throughout the card.

Moving on. Usually, the Ace of Cups is depicted as a standing but overflowing cup held out by a hand as if it is being offered to the asker. Even though the Ace of Cups is depicted as overflowing it is rarely depicted as being deliberately poured out as it is here.

It is usually shown with five separate streams of water flowing out of it as it stands. In a way reminiscent of a fountain. Comparing the amount coming from the cup in Mikoto’s interpretation of the card to how much water is usually depicted in other variations of the card it becomes apparent how measly this amount is. So, why might that be?

Well, the answer can be found when looking into the meaning of those five streams. The five streams are meant to embody the power of intuition, highlighting the effect looking inward and listening to one’s inner voice can have. The cup standing showcases how it does not need to be disturbed or moved for it to overflow just filled or fed by its holder. The streams flowing or jutting out of it illustrate the tangible effects the holder can have on their environment by doing such a thing.

Think of it similarly to how we talked about bottling up emotions earlier with Kazui. Doing it for too long will eventually cause one to overflow in numerous ways. It can either boil over or burst forth in a controlled way.

However, in Mikoto’s case doing it too little will leave one with nothing to fall back on when external sources of validation fail them. Because there’s very little of an inner voice to connect to in Mikoto’s case be it from him focusing most of his emotional understanding outwards or other reasons he has to tip the cup over to even get a smidgen of what for most it can give while standing.

The Ace of Cups is Upright here highlighting that the inquirer needs to let go of any lingering pain from their past to move forward in a more open and unburdened way. New beginnings are on the horizon if the asker is open to them, themselves, and is willing to leave their baggage behind. Because it is in the position representative of the querents conscious state.

This can be interpreted to mean that Mikoto is making the conscious decision to remain open and flexible. He’s making a conscious effort to be approachable and amicable in his relations. Possibly even purposely ignoring any misgivings he has about his circumstances to do so.

“The minus energy that I swallowed hugged me.”

#i always turn my work in on time i say as i miss every deadline i impose on myself #milgram #kayano mikoto

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aprilmidnights · 1 year

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Oh Harry and Octivia meeting, is it full of cuteness or awkwardness

omg, i love you, thank you for sending a question! i hope it’s okay that i wrote it instead of just answering if it was cute or awkward <3 this is how they met; masterlist

wine-stained dress

(written in the stars; a harry styles universe)

"you made it!" sarah quickly walked over to octavia embracing her in a warm hug.

it had been a long time since they'd last seen each other and that's why sarah had asked octavia, if she would want to come over for a small dinner party. and now they were here squeezing each other hard like they haven't seen each other in years when in reality it had only been a couple of months.

"missed you sarah." octavia pulled away from the hug and kissed sarah on her cheek. "you look pretty as always."

"stop it." sarah rolled her eyes playfully. "the whole band is here and there are a few of mitch's friends too. do you want a drink before saying hi to a lot of people you don't know?" sarah smiled knowingly.

“yes please, you know me too well.”

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so with a drink in her hand, octavia began introducing herself to a few people with sarah by her side obviously.

"harry is coming too." sarah said tugging octavia along with her. "you've got to meet him i think you'll get along," she whispered before introducing octavia as one of her best friends to a guy named pauli. he was very sweet she thought.

"well i think we should get started and sit down and eat dinner soon." sarah rubbed her hands together.

"yes, i'm just gonna fill up my wine glass and i'll sit." octavia gestured to her now empty glass.

both pauli and sarah nodded and began slowly walking over to the table decorated with beautiful flowers and lots of folded napkins.

octavia went over to a different table and poured some wine in her glass. she wasn't tipsy yet so she could easily pour herself another glass of surprisingly very good wine.

the only thing was that when she quickly turned around again, she collided with a chest causing the wine to spill all over her new light blue dress.

octavia paused right then and there looking down at her dress with a mixture of shock and the feeling of her dress sticking to her body.

"oh my god, i'm so so sorry." harry panicked reaching out for some napkins that lay on the same table as the bottles of wine and crisps. "that was really not my attention."

"and i ruined your dress." he put the massive amounts of napkins on her dress thinking it would soak into them instead of her dress.

he widened his eyes. "and i'm touching you without your permission." as quickly as he said it he took his hands away and the napkins dropped to the ground.

octavia just began giggling she really hadn't imagined standing in this position tonight. "it's okay. i'm okay. it's just a dress."

his eyebrows furrowed and he slumped his shoulders . "it's a really pretty dress." he argued.

"it’s a bit unfortunate but it'll be alright." she shrugged and unknowingly scrunched her nose which harry found the absolute cutest.

octavia thought that there was no point in getting angry when the damage was already done. sure she was a bit sad that her dress was ruined but things happen. she sighed; "let's just go over and eat?”

"yeah that would be a good idea." he smiled while maintaining eye contact and they walked over to their assigned seats surprisingly they were sat next to each other.

harry was very happy about that.

and octavia too.

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the conversation continued across the table and no matter where the attention landed harry found himself being drawn back to octavia and her pretty laugh.

"i'm still so so sorry for spilling on your dress," harry whispered so only octavia could hear it and he slowly placed his arm around the back of her chair. he hoped it was okay he had put his arm there.

"it's okay, i think it's almost dry." octavia smiled and turned her body more towards him which assured harry that she was comfortable.

"that's good. still red though." he said looking into her warm brown eyes and his smile grew larger and his pupils dilated a bit. "you're very pretty by the way."

to say she was shocked was a bit of an understatement but she didn’t let it show. "thank you, that's really kind of you to say." she stuttered a bit embarrassed. "you too."

he raised his eyebrows as though he hadn't expected a compliment back. he gave a genuine nod and looked the other way before she could see him blushing.

"thank you." he said genuinely and reached out for the salad with his other hand that wasn't around octavia.

"salad?" he smiled.

"yeah, thank you," octavia said as harry gave her the bowl of salad and their hands touched causing both of them to get even more butterflies in their stomachs if it was possible.

hoped you liked it <3 if you feel like it send all the questions, ideas, and requests you want! i would literally love to answer or write them :)

#harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fluff #harry x reader #harry x oc #harry styles x oc #harry #styles #fanfiction #meet cute #written in the stars universe

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winteringdream · 2 years

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003. school chase

when you agree to film a documentary comparing the lives of the top student with the lowest ranked student nothing could've prepared you from all the consequences you'd face because of it

previous . masterlist . next

your dreadful schooldays are suddenly not that dreadful anymore now that the two of you came to some kind of agreement.

the viewers seem to notice the shift in attitude towards eachother as well. you open the comments to the new video that got released

is it just me or are did they stop bickering as much?

y/n x ni-ki shippers going crazy after this ep

It's weird not seeing them fight over the smallest things 😳

ni-ki is drawing when you enter the classroom. everyone is talking with their friends, the teacher hasn't arrived yet.

you carefully glance to your side to look at what he is drawing. a big and complicated bridge-like construction drawn with a black pen. you admired his talent and dedication for drawing.

you unknowingly bump his arm causing him to suddenly lose control. a big black line ruins his drawing.

"i am so sorry!" you exclaim and try to erase the line, not realising you're making it worse. ni-ki watches with anger how you're slowly ruining his drawing.

you quickly realise you're smudging the line, without thinking twice you run. you run for your life. several cameramen chase you down the hallway but you can only see ni-ki chasing you.

you push trashcans into the hallway to slow him down. students around you look at you confused, but go out of your way.

"please stop recording," you hear him ask a cameraman.

"don't stop recording!" you shout at the camerman following you.

some things would never change, you hated him and he hated you.

"come here you-" you keep running, and running. you were happy you were filming a documentary right now. sometimes even the worst things in life can help you.

you had a lot of fun though. both you and ni-ki couldn't keep hating eachother even if the two of you were polar opposites.

you quietly snuck into the aisle next to where ni-ki was reading. with a push you let one of the books fall in his aisle. you can hear him getting startled, your mouth shut to refrain yourself from laughing.

you push another book and ni-ki shoots up. laughing loudly you sprint out of the library.

"i thought you were a ghost!" ni-ki exclaims annoyed. you continue laughing as he chases you. he never actually did something to you when he caught up, it was just a fun game the two of you played.

maybe this was what being young was all about. just having fun.

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barrenstars · 8 months

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@killedarlings. : It's still a couple of hours until they're supposed to meet up with Aaron, so the two of them waste that time at his uncle's apartment. Miles G. warms his muscles up a bit by throwing a few hits against the hanging punching bag while his alternate self lounges about on the couch with his nose buried in a sketchbook. Soft beats of music from the record player fills the room, interjected by the occasional blare of sirens from outside — 42's own symphony. " What's her name? " he prompts the other Miles without looking over, " The girl you keep drawing, who's she? "

his attention had been on his sketchbook, unbothered with what his alternate self does to pass the time. he's not surprised when he hears the soft sounds of fists connecting with padding, in fact, it was rather comforting to miles - despite the little violent streak that miles g has. he remembers their first encounter well and how intimidating that was. but turns out he was just a heavily misunderstood guy. he should have realised that, given his uncle aaron was the prowler in his universe, and his uncle was his favourite person in the world.

the sound of pencil to paper ceases when he hears the voice of miles g. it prompts him to look up and away from his half-drawn sketch, gaze landing on him as he continues to give the punching bag a piece of his mind. swiftly, his attention returns to the page, where the features of gwen stacy were slowly becoming more prominent on the page with each movement of his pencil. ❝ gwen, ❞ miles speaks up, surprisingly not that shy when it comes to talking to himself, or, another version of himself. ❝ she's, uh... another spider person. ❞

unknowingly, his lips pull into a frown and he heaves a sigh, pulling his pencil back and flipping the page to a brand new one. ❝ we're not on talkin' terms though. ❞ with that being said, he decides to begin sketching miles g as he throws punches at the punching bag, hoping it distracts him from the girl who plagues his thoughts.

#MILES. / answered #MILES. / v. main #killedarlings #killedarling: miles g morales

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wetbloodworm · 10 months

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mixing things up with dreamverse thoughts

so before meeting asim, achlys was doing their thing living out lifetimes and hopping into a new body upon reaching a certain age, as their kind sometimes do. while sometimes accidents happened or illnesses they couldn’t fix would throw a wrench into their plans, they’d usually have a new body picked out by the time they started to get close to ready to Leave their old one. like the taller blond host i’ve drawn before, topher; achlys picked him because he was a spoiled kid from a well-off family who was heading off to a good college, all things that would set achlys up really well for a new life. topher was also a sports kid and achlys hadn’t done that before so they thought it’d be fun to try out. and since they’ve usually planned things out at least somewhat, they have time to slowly distance themself from the host’s previous life, as is their preference. feels weird and disrespectful to pretend to be someone else to that person’s loved ones, would rather cut them out of their life or minimize interactions as much as possible. it’s either be disrespectful + pretend to be someone else for a lifetime, or start cutting people out + leaving them hurt and/or confused. it’s not good either way, achlys knows that, but that’s unfortunately the nature of what they do. if they want to live in the mortal world, they have to replace a person, and there’s no kind way to do that. achlys tries to minimize the damage they cause but it is what it is.

anyway, the most recent body, maverick, was an unusual case. he wasn’t planned out, he was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. maverick unknowingly released achlys after they were trapped for a decade, and while achlys would’ve been safer just immediately shifting out of the plane and could’ve taken some time to plan and find a more ideal host, they were angry and hungry and acted impulsively. ate maverick’s soul and took his body, went to hunt down the people who were responsible for trapping him. first was a hunter that ended up being maverick’s uncle, next was supposed to be asim but 1) achlys learned that asim was less involved than they’d initially thought, and 2) achlys couldn��t hold onto that vengeful energy for too long, it’s not who they are. achlys still beelined to asim, and after confronting him they started to settle a little, and realized well fuck, unless i want to essentially kill another person i need to make this work for my new life. it wasn’t as ideal a setup as achlys usually went for, but like. they couldn’t exactly give maverick his body back, it’d feel wasteful to drop this one for a new body just to try to get a better head-start on life, so. gotta make do. and they did, they settled into the town asim was in, it just took more work than usual.

from the outside it definitely wasn’t as clean as achlys preferred. maverick seemed to just drop everything and move halfway across the country without provocation and without telling anyone, just around the same time his uncle was found in a coma that he’d never wake up from, so the family was already having a rough time. by the time achlys was less riled up and willing to step back and figure out the usual logistics, they’d already kind of exploded maverick’s life a little bit. for some hosts, achlys could’ve tried to smooth things out somewhat to make a more subtle break from the host’s life further down the line, but. well. maverick was a messy bitch and his family wouldn’t make going back to smooth things out easy, so leaving things a little blown up was the more in-character way to handle things. once they were ready to start dealing with shit achlys reached out to some of the people in maverick’s life a little, enough to spin a story for why they fucking peaced out and to hopefully avoid getting labeled a missing person.

i have a mental image of a friend bumping into ‘maverick’ further down the line and confronting ‘him’, much to achlys’ discomfort. even better if asim or one of the other friends are there to see achlys’ personality and mannerisms flip like a switch as they have to pretend to be a different person long enough to try to get out of this interaction. it’s fun to picture in general, and also i like achlys having to have these uncomfortable interactions because of their actions, and i like achlys’ friends having to be reminded that achlys is in fact a body-stealing monster and that their body had a life before they took over. achlys does feel guilty about this kind of shit, just not enough to stop and resign themself to a boring-ass existence in purgatory outside of a host body. and the friends are all generally very uncomfortable with this reality but don’t quite know what to do about it. it’s a debate in the friend group tbh.

#achlys tag #somaverse tag #(somaverse was previously named dreamverse)

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xheartpages · 1 year

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@towercursed asked: She mumbles his name as she takes the glass from his hands, gently setting it down on another table before she slides into the seat next to him. Her eyes search him, drifting over his dark hair, his eyepatch, and the sorrow hidden behind it all. Her face softens with concern as her hands brush through his bangs, pushing them off his face so she can lean in to kiss Kaeya's forehead. Being so close to him makes it easy to hold him, to wrap her arms around him and press him against her while she weaves her fingers through his ponytail.

She knows there isn't much she can do about the frost spreading in his head. There's icicles trapping his mind in some nasty places, and she's heard people drink to forget how they're helplessly stuck in their own bodies. But she can't stand to see him so bothered by something she can't fight - the least she can do is take his drink away before he hurts himself, and show him exactly how she feels.

" It's okay, Kaeya, I'm here. " She whispers into his ear, hugging him close enough for her soul to reach his. " Don't give up yet. "

The glass slides through his fingers easily enough; his grip having been slack for awhile as his mind was pleasantly muddled by the alcohol he had consumed. He was surprised that Rapunzel had found him, many knew that if you couldn’t find Kaeya with the knights or at any of his other haunts, he was seated in a tavern. ( Most notably Angel’s Share. ) Even if he was surprised, there wasn’t much he could do about it with his current condition -- he doubted he could even stand up with swaying just a fraction, let alone make a clean get away.

How pathetic. Although he figured it was nothing new, really.

The captain says nothing as fingers brush through deep blue hair and over his tanned skin, bright gaze staring unknowingly down at the surface of the table. He doesn’t even show a visible reaction at her soft lips pressing against his forehead, blank gaze still staring into nothing. Too lost in the tangled web of his own demons and memories to truly allow himself to study the sensation.

“... You shouldn’t be here.” His comment was belated, muttered under his breath with the slightest slur; even while gently arms are pulling him in so the side of his face is against her chest, hearing the soft thudding of her heartbeat. Even though his mind hissed at him to pull away, that he didn’t deserve this soft affect, his body all but melted against her. The tension from his shoulders escaped bit by bit as he released a long breath, icy blue eyes staring unseeingly down to his calloused hands.

He’s never deserved such gentleness. Not from Rapunzel, not from anyone. His existence was a curse, a secret that made him wonder what those around him would think about him if they knew. He already knew what Diluc thought of him... of how he had come in and cursed the Ragnvindrs without meaning to, how he had caused the one he called brother so much pain due to selfishness.

‘Don’t give up yet’...? His eyes just slowly closed as he gave himself over to the gentle and warm embrace that was full of care and love he did not deserve. Perhaps if he’d have given up long ago, then...

But for now, maybe he would indulge; body leaning heavily against her. Even a sinner couldn’t help but be drawn to the sun, after all.

#towercursed #; ( just don't be intimidated by what i can do ) kaeya&interactions #// : )#here we go!#an old answered ask; i hope you like ;o;#;q

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koravelliumavast · 2 years

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Welcome to half tired Maggie posts where I ramble on about something stupid at 1 am while my phone is slowly dying. This might become a regular thing idk.

This post is brought to you by Maggies impossibly high standards for growing up in a county of about 8,000 people and having a graduating class of 61.

I want them to listen to me rambling about my special interests or really just anything and not ignore it but like intently listen lovingly.

I want them to be perfectly fine with me messing with their hair

Which means they need to have longer or just fluffy hair or something and not like a shaved head

Be perfectly fine with my penchant to accidently ghost people

And my problem of using big words and also misspelling a very simple word in the same phrase unknowingly

Now they don’t have to be a reader but oh would it it be so great if they were

Or even if they aren’t a reader when we meet they agree to at least look at one of my favorite books (I’d be reasonable and give them like Mistborn or something)

I really want them not to drive the most white boy truck ever. No crazy lifts or big ass tailpipes or other things they do. I’m not a car person

To be ok with my wild music taste as in the last day alone I have listened to a fnaf song (yes i know) a cover of a Simon and Garfunkel song by Gerard way, an orchestral cover of a Beatles song, Taylor swift, and more. It’s such a diverse and weird taste that I can’t explain it

To respect my boundaries. This is a big one. If I don’t feel like talking verbally i most likely won’t talk and I want someone who will be ok with it and not be like girl wtf.

Another thing with that is with touch. Im not one for tight and suffocating hugs or people playing with my hair unannounced. However I am perfectly fine with holding hands and other less full body contact things. And if I fall asleep around them I want to know that I won’t wake up in a bad situation. This one is super important as I do not fall asleep around just anyone.

I may hate hugs but I do love to be cuddled.

For them to be alright with my mental health issues and accept them as part of me.

I don’t like lots of attention to be drawn to me but I do also like being the center of attention at times.

I don’t always need to be out first. In fact indont WANT to be put first. I will always put others before me and it’s kind of a problem.

For them to be patient with me as I am stupid in terms of any sport except for tennis and cross country and track.

I want to let myself be comfortable enough around them that I don’t need to be masking.

If it gets to a point where I explain why for me sex isn’t an integral part of a relationship for me and currently I’m not in any mind to want to have kids and for them to respect my wishes and not be super wierd about it

To be there when I need them to be but also letting me be there for them.

To not be disgusted by pigs. I’m sorry but I raise them and if you don’t like livestock in general than you have got to go because I will definitely be showing you pictures of the litters when they’re born. As they are adorable.

For them to be comfortable enough with me that they don’t need to have a guard up and they can just be themselves without having to worry about being a perfect partner. It’s ok to show emotion.

For them to know THEIR boundaries so I know if I’m crossing a line.

To be perfectly alright with my sometimes issue of grasping social cues and not getting all annoyed about it.

Honestly to be a friend first and a partner second.

I don’t want them to put others down for their weight.

Just in general don’t be a fucking asshole. Don’t be homophobic or fatphobic or sexist or racist or anything

And finally I want someone who is willing to go out and have a good time at a theme Park or something yet also is just as happy staying in and watching a movie or wandering a bookstore or going out to the middle of nowhere and watching the stars or even just playing sports toghether. I would LOVE for another person to play tennis with.

Also finally part 2. To not be freaked out over my comfort stuffed animal as it is a care bear wish bear

Actually I just learned that it’s bedtime bear and it’s from 1983. Shit this is old wtf and valuable(?)

#long ass titles #for a long and also not interesting post #long post #my standards are high #maybe too high

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creepychan08 · 3 years

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Yandere Oikawa x reader

It was a known fact that Oikawa always get what he wants. Be it in sports, academics, or girls he always come out at the top and he relishes in the attention that he gets. With his smooth words and gestures, he managed to get the hearts of everyone he met- teachers, classmates, the trust of his teammates and even the principal himself.

Oh and did I mention?

Oikawa Tooru is the great Alpha of Aoba Johsai.

In this world, werewolves exist and the population is divided into three class- alphas, betas, and the omegas.

There is also a predestined mate for each one of them. Usually, werewolves find their mate during their high school days where there bodies started releasing pheromones that catch the attention of their specific mates.

Despite of this however, unmated werewolves can still flirt with anyone as long as they were still not taken to just generally waste their youth.

You were one of the people who are against that. You believed that since everyone has their own mates, they must remain pure and untouched until they meet the one destined for them. That way even before meeting them, it shows their loyalty in waiting for their partner.

Yes, and that's why you kind of despise Oikawa Tooru. Unfortunately, he is your classmate so you have to suffer everyday in just being near his presence. His huge ego doesn't help as well.

"Omg, look, look!! He's sitting over there! I wanna talk to him!"

"Oikawa-senpai looks so hot today!!"

"Gosh, I wonder if he will accept this lunch I prepared for him!"

"Notice me, Oikawa!!!"

The shrieks of girl flocking outside your classroom caused another headache in your already throbbing head. Closing your eyes in distressed, you buried your head in your desk trying to drown out the sounds. Some of your classmates surrounded Oikawa and were eagerly shoving letters and foods on his desk as he laughed and winked flirtatiously at them.

You sighed and took out your bento, figuring that it would be better to eat somewhere quiet. Standing up, you didn't notice the gaze that followed your form as you exit your classroom.

Timeskip

It was the end of the last period and you walked out of the school when you forgot your textbook underneath your desk. Heaving a sigh of irritation, you turned around and went back only to see two people talking in your classroom.

With the light from the sunset coating the room in a soft orange glow, you squint your eyes to see Oikawa with his hand tilting the chin of another girl as he moved his face forward and from where you can see, softly press his lips to the pair of awaiting ones. Feeling your face burn in embarassment from the scene, you gasped and quickly hide when you saw him turn towards you.

Disgusting. Fucking disgusting.

Is the thought going in your head. You know he's a playboy but you couldn't help the shivers of disgust that runs in your body as you saw his display. How could he do that?? And the girl as well?? Yes, they were unmated but still! Haven't they ever thought how their mates would feel when they discover how their mates acted before meeting them? First kiss, first hug, first date. Wouldn't it be better to reserve that for your mate when you finally meet them?

Shaking your head in defeat you kind of pitied whoever ends up as Oikawa's mate. Oh well none of your business.

As you decided to forego your earlier plan of picking up your book, you turned to walk back down again when you feel a cold hand tightly gripping your arm.

"Yn-chan~" an eerie voice sounded loud in your ears as you shuddered in response. Turning around you saw Oikawa with the usual grin on his face but there was something dangerous in his eyes.

"Its bad to watch a confession, you know?"

"I-" you felt the words stuck in your throat but you took a deep breath and faced him properly.

"I apologized for that Oikawa-san. I didn't meant to watch. I was just getting my book- I left it behind but seeing as you two were busy, I decided to just leave it there." You explained.

"Oh and please don't call me by my given name. We are not close. It's Ln-san to you."

Oh? One of Oikawa's eyebrows raised at your statement before he dramatically bowed at you as he pulled the door to the classroom open.

"By all means, please take what you need, Ln-san." It wasn't much but you feel uncomfortable in his presence so you quickly entered the room to find the girl crying where she stood. Trying to get out of the place at once, you took your book and immediately flee the scene only to hear Oikawa giggling at you from behind.

"Don't worry Ln-san, I didn't kiss her~ Take care!"

You scoffed in return. Who the fuck cares about that? That egoistic bastard!

A week has passed after that and you'd gladly say that everything return to normal but unfortunately it did not. After that encounter, Oikawa started acting different around you. He seems to bother you at any chance he could. Like suddenly talking to you in class and asking to be partners for activities. Occasionally asking to have lunch with you as well.

Needless to say, you gather a lot of hatred from his fangirls who started harassing you. You heaved another sigh. Well.. there goes your plan for a quiet school year. Inwardly you curse him in your mind as you trudge towards your club activity. Hopefully, seeing your friends in the club can help dampen your negative mood.

It was night time when you finish in the school. Your friends waved goodbye to you and you return the notion as you slowly walked behind them. You took the time and just admire your surroundings. You always love watching the stars and moon. It makes you feel peaceful and relaxed.

Weirdly though, you felt something unusual in your body. There was a tingling sensation and you felt light headed. Fortunately there was a bench near the gates of the school so you decided to rest there for a couple of minutes.

Breathing in the clean air around you,you try to relax when you suddenly pick up the scent of the most wonderful aroma you've ever smell. A group of footsteps soon followed and you watch a small crowd of volleyball players come out of the gym and towards the exit of the school.

You froze as you realized that wonderful smell is coming from their direction.

You feel your heart stopped. Is your mate a part of the Aoba Johsai volleyball club!?? Who is it??

Your answer soon came when you saw a lone pair of shoes stopped a distance before you. His friends unknowingly leaving him behind.

"Yeah, don't you agree, Shittykawa?" you heard a guy said before realizing they left their friend behind.

"Oi, what are you standing there for? Hurry up Oikawa!"

Your eyes twitched as it slowly goes up to see the owner of the pair of shoes that stop a distance from you and the group.

Oikawa Tooru.

He's your fucking mate!!??

Your mind couldn't grasp the info as you stared dumbly at him. At his awestruck look as well. His teammates seems to piece the picture and they immediately left, bidding him farewell.

"You're my mate..." Oikawa whispers, and you saw how he look at you as if you're the most precious thing in the world. You wish you could say the same. But its not because he's fucking Oikawa! The one who played around and break a lot of girl's hearts. The one who probably had sex with a lot of girls before you.

And it broke your heart.

"Why is it you?" you asked, seeing him walk nearer towards you.

He stopped and looked at you like you shot him.

"What?"

"I've been waiting for this moment all my life and now... " You turn to hide your tears, ashamed to let him see your appearance.

"Don't!" Oikawa shouted, grasping your face with both of his face as he turn your face towards him.

"I always wondered why am I drawn to you in the past days.. what is it with you? And why have you caught my interest. I thought its because of what happened back then in that afternoon when you saw me with her." Then he shook his head, "But I guess its not so. You see Yn-chan even before I knew you were my mate, it seems my body already knows its you. You're mine!" And with a strong force he pulled you towards him in a crushing embrace.

You stiffened. The words he uttered must be romantic to others but it only made shivers run down your spine. You don't know why but when he pulled back to look at you and you stared at those golden eyes of his, both pupils dilated, a rush of fight and flight kick in. He is dangerous. Your mind screamed at you. Get away from him!

You pushed him back and started running down past the school gates towards the empty street. You looked back to see his astonished face before it morph to a feral look and he smiled widely at you.

"Oh Yn-chan, don't run away~"

A set of footsteps soon followed and you gasped as you hear it coming nearer and nearer you.

"No! Please stop! Don't follow me!!!" You screamed as you continued running, panting for breath. You knew there was something dangerous about him and with him acting like that it only proves your point.

"No!! Can't you see you're mine and mine alone!! I'm your alpha!! " He yelled and with one lunge he pounced at you, grabbing you as you fall to the cement floor. Twisting his body so he take the blunt fall, you both finally skidded to stop. With you on top of him.

Opening your eyes, you breath heavily as you realized you were lying on top of someone breathing as hard as you. That and you felt arms tightly wrapped around your waist was enough to jolt you back to reality.

Eh?

From below, you saw Oikawa grin madly at you.

"I catched you now babe~ So don't try to escape me, your one and only alpha~"

Fin

#haikyuu #oikawa tooru #haikyu #oikawa x reader #alpha oikawa #omega reader #mate #yandere #yandere oikawa x reader #anime #readerinsert #reader #tooru #possessive oikawa #yandere oikawa x mate reader #aobajohsai

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sadadaptive-daydreaming · 2 years

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As You Wish It | Loki x Reader

Summary: You’re an Asgardian long banished to Sakaar. You haven’t thought about your home planet in a while until Loki and Thor show up and the God of Mischief decides to hold you hostage in a closet while he hides from his brother.

Word count: 1349

Warning: Fluffy, light smut. (The insinuation of SA is mentioned towards the end but does not actually occur as everything described/implied in this oneshot is consensual.)

“Loki!” Thor roars loudly as if he were being projected from a speaker.

You didn’t know where the God of Thunder was but his loud voice suggested it was somewhere close.

“He’s over here!” you scream at the top of your lungs.

“Shut it!” Loki sneers.

He pulls you closer to him, muzzling your shouts with his hand. It’s so large he’s almost able to wrap his palm and fingers around your lower face from ear to ear. You were both stood upright, the back of your body held tightly to his front. You squirm as hard as you can, hoping you could weasel your way out of his grasp.

“It’s not going to work,” Loki whispers into your ear, his hot breath on your skin making every inch of you tingle.

“He’s going to find us,” you say. In your head, it’s perfectly clear, but to Loki, it’s nothing more than muffled talk vibrating against his palm.

With his free hand, Loki grabs a chunk of your hair and pulls, twisting your head to face his.

“I will not ask again,” he threatens stilly, his eyes a wicked shade of green. “Keep quiet and I won’t hurt you. Do you understand?”

You nod and he brings your head back upright. He unbunches his fingers from your strands and takes his other hand off your mouth.

“Loki!” Thor rumbles again, his sound as powerful as the thunder he casts.

It makes the locked door that traps you in a tiny closet with Loki tremble. You don’t know why the God of Mischief was holding you hostage, but you didn’t care to find out. All you wanted was to be free of him, and you planned to, one way or another. Thor’s loud, heavy stomps suggested he was nearing your captivity. If you timed it right, you could catch his attention before Loki had the chance to slit your throat. You were an Asgardian, after all—you knew all too well what he was capable of doing.

Your banishment to Sakaar was a byproduct of Loki’s desire for power and you would never forgive him for it. Maybe at the beginning you hated Loki for trying to rule Earth, but if he hadn’t, you would have never been forced to fend for yourself. Loki proved to you more than anyone that you only had yourself to rely on. And that’s who you were counting on to get you out of this.

You were going to use a tactic four years with the Grandmaster had taught you: distraction.

“Loki,” you whisper, turning slowly towards him so that you didn’t set off any alarm.

He put his finger up to his lips, silently shushing you.

“But Loki, I—”

“What part of shut up do you not understand?” he snaps quietly, but it's loud against your ear.

“I understand plenty,” you begin, your hands sneaking behind your back. “Don’t you remember how quiet I could be?”

Loki groans as your hands drag down his pelvis. He wraps his arms around your midriff and pulls you into him.

“Oh, I remember,” he says into the side of your neck.

You gasp when he kisses the skin.

“And I remember your enjoyment of that.”

“Loki,” you say his name the way you used to, soft and drawn out. “Take me.”

You don't have to turn around to know the smirk that burns into the back of your head. Loki couldn't resist domination, even if it was only over one person.

“As you wish it.”

Loki spins you around and you're greeted with his sinful grin. As much as you were mad at Loki for what he unknowingly did to you, it would be a lie to say that even a little part of you didn't miss his luring presence. He bunches up the fabric of your gown at the waist and pulls it all the way up until he slides it off your upper half. It falls to the floor, exposing you completely. He takes you in head to toe for a few seconds, and then his hands are all over you. There isn't an inch of you that hasn't felt the coldness of his fingers. You gasp as he lingers on your center, his chilling digits sending shocks throughout your nervous system.

“Loki,” you wail, testing the waters.

You want to know how loud you can get before he stops you. And if it's just loud enough, it should get Thor’s attention who was still drumming through the corridors.

“Say what you want,” Loki demands. “And I shall give it to you.”

You breathe unsteady breaths against his chest.

“I want you,” you answer. You gasp again at his undivided attention at your core. “All of you.”

His want for you is growing bigger, you can feel it pressing against your behind. You try to grab for it but he tsks you away. “Patience, my pet.”

Your lips form a pout. You didn't need to be patient, you needed good reason to yell and you knew from experience that he could give you it.

“Tell me first,” he says, removing his fingers from you. “How did you get to Sakaar?”

“What? Why are you asking me this?” you question back.

“Curiosity.” “I already told you, Loki. You put me here.” “I've put you in many positions, but not this one.”

You grab his hand and bring it back down to you. He swirls his fingers again and you sigh of relief.

“When you decided to invade that stupid human planet and then was stupid enough to get caught”—you pause for air—“everyone who stood by your side before was forced to turn against you. But I couldn't. I loved you.”

“So you mean to tell me that you rather be exiled to this wasteland than consider yourself a traitor to my honour?” Loki asks, summing up the years of your life spent in Sakaar in one simple question.

And you could condense your answer to one word, “Yes.”

“How could you be so stupid, Y/N?” “Stupid? I did it for you, Loki.” “And look where that got you.” “Is this why you locked me in here with you, so you could get your answer while hiding from your brother?”

Loki’s silence provided the answer better than his words ever could.

You slap Loki's hand off you.

“Don't touch me!” you shout, it's much louder than any other noise you've made while being trapped.

“Y/N, calm down,” Loki says, his words still as if they’d rub onto you.

He reaches for your hand and you holler again.

“I said don't touch me, Loki!” “Y/N.” “Don't!!”

Once Loki clues into what you're doing, it's too late. The closet door rips open and light pours in. You spin around and take in the massive being that is the God of Thunder. But it's only once his eyes trail down your body that you realize you're still very much bare.

“What in Odin’s name is going on in here?” he shouts.

“Brother, I assure you nothing she didn't want,” Loki is quick to answer.

You pick up your gown on the floor and slide it over you. You start to walk out the doorway when Thor clutches your arm, pinning you in place.

“Not so quick, Y/N. What are you doing here in Sakaar?” he asks, looking you up and down as if trying to see if your body clothed matches the shape of it bare.

“What? Your father didn't tell you either? Almost makes you wonder of everything else he's keeping from you.”

Thor lowers his head. You can feel his hold on you loosen as if his strength was melting out of his body.

You turn your head slightly to meet Loki. “Won't you be a good boy and fill in your dear brother?”

Loki scoffs at you. “I will have you again, Y/N. Mark me!”

You free yourself from Thor’s grasp and exit the closet. You turn yourself fully towards Loki and blow him a kiss.

“As you wish it.”

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todoscript · 4 years

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coming home and finding out you fell asleep with lingerie on

characters: bakugou katsuki. todoroki shouto. genre: smut. warnings: 18+. very heaty moments. katsuki and shouto have no restraint. author’s note: This came out of nowhere, but I had an urge to write some spicy stuff so this is what happened. I was going to add Izuku too, but these things became longer than I thought they would (sorry baby). I’ll probably post his version of this with another character in the future though! The actual steamy stuff is written underneath the bulletpoints & read more! ;-)

bakugou katsuki

isn’t surprised to see you passed out on the couch with a small blanket over you, being that he arrived back at your shared apartment late at night due to another full day of hero work

cue his expression softening to those secret endearing eyes of his he never shows in front of you as he watches you for much longer than necessary, breathing in and out evenly in your sleep

but hey, can you blame him? you’re pretty damn cute when you’re so sound asleep like that—word by word thoughts going through his head right now

he knows you can’t stay here for long though. it gets pretty chilly in the living room and he doesn’t want you to catch something, considering how flimsy the blanket is that’s covering you. the material barely reaches to your ankles.

“Babe. Hey, babe. I’m home, c’mon let’s sleep on the bed,” he says low in his gruff voice, running a hand up your arm that’s clad in the blanket.

shakes you a bit to stir you awake so you can both walk to the bed together, but you don’t budge the first couple of times, only humming in your sleep

so he takes it upon himself to carry you to your room and properly get you to bed

however, when he moves the thin blanket off of you, that look of surprise slowly envelops his face when he sees inches of bare skin unveiled the more he pulls the sheet down

- - - - -

You’re practically naked aside from the sheer, wine red lace that only covers your most intimate parts, and even that isn’t enough to keep Katsuki’s eyes from wandering and his thoughts from wandering further.

With the blanket drawn off you, there isn’t a barrier to keep the cold from nipping at your skin—a sensation that agitates you awake as you stretch out your sleepiness on the couch. You’re still unaware of the lecherous eyes that stare at every angle you offer them. Spreading your body out like that, where the fabric clings to you, accentuating all your curves right in front of him? You may seem half-asleep, but there has to be a vixen at work inside that mind of yours. There’s no way you can’t be aware of what you’re doing to him.

It’s not until you rub away some of your drowsiness that you finally perceive the blonde kneeling before the couch. The surprise at discovering his attentive, red eyes glaring at you startles you to attention. You fix your hair, moving the strands out of your face and cleaning off the invisible marks of drool that might have abided your lips.

“Oh, welcome home, Katsuki,” you manage to greet, but Katsuki does not return your welcome. Instead, you feel his large calloused palm run up the length of your legs, and you realize the situation you’re in—how you decided to surprise him that night, wearing a new matching set of dark red lingerie, only to end up dozing off on the couch waiting for him. Though it seems it wasn’t all for naught. With the carnal expression he gives you in your most vulnerable state, he’s more than surprised alright. He’s absolutely thrilled.

Katsuki’s hands explore across your skin, mapping through every expanse despite being more than familiar with the territory. But in actuality, he’s paying all his attention to the lace—the fabric seeming so flimsy, so obscenely indecent on that figure of yours, yet at the same time, equally exquisite. You don’t wear lingerie often, but when you do, it always spurs something to tighten down in his pants, seeing you like this.

His hand trails up the material, tracing the texture before slowly inching his fingers beneath the waistband. “Mm, babe, were you planning something? Looking all sexy, wearing this—” he snaps the elastic against your bare skin, stinging any sleepiness lingering in you away as you wince at the sensation, “skimpy thing while I was gone? You must be desperate to get fucked, right?”

Even if you want to answer, he doesn’t let you. Any words desiring to leave stay trapped in your throat when Katsuki suddenly leans in to fervently capture your lips.

Despite the usual rampant pace of his actions, you soon adjust into his air of lust like it’s second nature. Your tongue mingles against his through each succession of your lips locking together, your hands twining into his ash blonde hair. Katsuki gets to work at removing his shirt with one hand, but remains mindful at busying the other by palming at the lace, gathering your flesh in his grasp before the other joins in on the ministrations.

He finally makes his way onto the couch with you, towering over your body and revels in the noises sounding past those pretty lips when his fingers find your center. All the sensations pile in your body, making you tremble in waves. The wetness already seeping through your delicate panties becomes slicker at his touch.

“Barely even did anything and you’re already this fucking wet? You really do want to get fucked don’tcha?”

“God, yes, please Katsuki. Please fuck me, I want you to fuck me so bad,” you whimper, not sugarcoating your words. You need him right now. Need him so much you’re willing to beg for him without restraint, dropping every ounce of your dignity if it meant he’d pound into you and relieve you of that ache building in your lower-half. It’s to the point where just the sound of his belt unbuckling around his pants is enough to delight and send tingles of anticipation to your cunt.

“Oh, don’t worry, babe. Waiting on me all this time? I’ll make sure you’re taken care of. All. Fucking. Night. Long.” The tone his timbre descends toward incites a whine past your lips, and he smirks at the desperate sound.

“But on one condition.”

“W-What?” You’re quick to reply—anything to lessen the delay and continue the heat of your passion. However, you’re hesitant at what this condition might entail, especially when Katsuki’s grin widens further. His hands do not relent in pulling and pressing against you through the red material of your lingerie.

“I get to fuck you in this thing.”

todoroki shouto

grumbling on his way home because of how late it is and how long you must have been waiting for him

his old man just had to drone on and on at him when the former pro hero visited his agency that night

because of that, he enters your shared space where the silence and dimness of the apartment are what welcome him

he wishes you were the one that would greet him instead, arms open for him as you ask about his day

but he’s more than aware you fell asleep waiting for him all this time

especially when he strides into his bedroom and beholds you laying on your large bed with a fluffy robe wrapped and tied around your body. your eyes are closed in slumber and you’re curled up atop the sheets

you look so precious to him, he can’t stop an adoring smile from finding his lips

he slightly nudges you. when you slowly rouse awake, your small, dozy movements add to his endearment for you that spurs his lips to your forehead while you adjust to your surroundings

“Love, I’m sorry I kept you waiting. Let’s get to bed.”

you hum a pitched “alright” in reply that comes out in a whine while you rub your eyes, saying you should get changed then

he sits on the edge of the bed, watching you saunter to the bathroom as you untie the sash of your robe along the way

just before your figure disappears inside however, he catches your skin, decorated in intricate black lace when you let the fluffy material fall below your shoulders

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Shouto can’t help the look on his face while he unknowingly ogles you, eyes growing lidded with every peek of your body shown through the sizable crack of the door. He almost releases a groan when the long robe obscuring him from the rest of you finally piles in a heap on the floor and catches the full appearance of your body covered in the enticing black set.

The way it enhances your curves and brings out the beauty of your skin tone is beyond sinful in his eyes. He’s wondering how something so dainty can incite such a hardened reaction from him so quickly, and why he can’t seem to tear his gaze away at your mussed form still ridden with bits of sleep. You must be a succubus, right? Because how can you look so innocent, yet so tempting at the same time?

His attention on you leads to him lifting off the bed and striding to the bathroom, still trained on your figure with only lascivious thoughts running through his mind. He wants to touch you, squeeze you, feel the elaborate, lacy texture of your lingerie as he presses your soft lips on his, and hear all your lustful cries in the course of his insatiable greed.

Utterly devour you.

You have absolutely no idea what’s going through him right now, too occupied tidying bits of yourself in the mirror with a set of sleeping clothes lying on the counter, waiting to replace your beribboned attire. You wore this with the idea of wanting to treat Shouto to a good night of passion, but considering the time and how he must be tired after a long day at his agency, you figure it’s too late for such desires now. Oh, how wrong you are.

Undoubtedly so as the moment your fingers find the clasp on your back holding your bra together, they’re thwarted by a hand wrapping around your wrist and moving them out of the way. Within that instance, you’re also spun around. Your back presses against the sink counter as you come face to face with the sensual glint in Shouto’s gray and blue eyes.

You feel small underneath his unwavering, heavy gaze, squirming in place while his hands still grip your wrists that subdue any thought of you getting away from him. “Shouto, I need to get changed so we can go to sleep—”

“How long have you been wearing this?” he interjects, ignoring your plea and slipping a finger beneath the satin strap of your bra. Meanwhile, the other hand caresses up your warm, bare thigh until it arrives at your panties’ lace. The gestures leave the air hitching in your throat. You have to swallow down a gulp in order to reply to him amid his methodical strokes and caresses.

“I had it on all evening…” you admit, voice becoming quiet. Shouto hums at your answer, leaning into you and pressing your back further against the counter. He traces up your form with not only his hands but also his eyes, committing your bewitching state to memory, familiarizing himself with the intricate patterns of your lingerie.

“For that long, love? You expect me not to appreciate the effort and thought you put in, bearing your pretty body in this—” he palms at your breast through your underwear, rousing a moan to slip from your lips, “and waiting for me this entire time?”

“I-I thought you’d be too tired to—ah—t-to do anything so I figured we should go to sleep now, mm—” You find it hard to keep your voice steady. Not with Shouto’s ministrations descending to your cunt, stroking the wetness gathering at your center that saturates the crotch of your black panties. He captures the slickness around his fingertips and earnestly licks it off with his tongue, admiring your taste while keeping such intense eye contact. It makes your cheeks burn and your arousal heighten.

“On the contrary, baby, seeing you in this just riles me up even more. Makes me want to ravage you while you’re wearing it,” he tells you with an edge in his tone that reduces you to whimpers. Before you can come up with any coherent thought, he hoists you up onto the bathroom sink, effectively spreading you open in front of him as he kneels eye level toward your clothed pussy.

“And that’s exactly what I intend to do. So sit there and let me admire you as I appreciate everything you have to offer.”

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hc-geralt-23 · 7 months

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The Dragon and the Witcher: A Tale of Love and Destiny

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Each of my stories will be updated as as soon as i can

Chapter 1: The Convergence of Worlds

Just as he was about to wander off in search of answers, a voice called out from behind him, "Who are you, and what is your purpose here?" Geralt turned to see a group of armed guards approaching him with wary eyes.

Chapter 2: A Targaryen Discovery

Unknown to even the wise maesters of Westeros, Y/N possessed a powerful magic inherited from her dragon-blooded lineage. Her mere presence had unknowingly opened the portals between realms, drawing Geralt and his destiny closer to the House of the Dragon.

As Y/N was presented to her parents, a soft glow seemed to emanate from her tiny form, capturing the attention of all who beheld her. A sense of awe and wonder filled the room, for it was clear to all that this child was destined for greatness.

Chapter 3: The Witcher and the Dragon Princess

As Geralt acclimated to his newfound surroundings, he soon came across the magnificent dragons housed within the Targaryen stronghold. His curiosity piqued, he ventured deeper inside the castle and stumbled upon Y/N practicing her archery, her silver locks gleaming in the moonlight.

Drawn to her beauty and grace, the Witcher cautiously approached the young Targaryen, his heart slowly awakening to emotions he had long buried. "You have impressive skills with a bow," Geralt remarked, admiring her precision.

Y/N turned to face the stranger, her eyes widening in surprise. "And who might you be?" she asked, her voice gentle yet tinged with curiosity.

"I am Geralt of Rivia, a Witcher from a distant land," he replied, his eyes locked with hers. "I find myself here by some twist of fate, drawn to your enchanting presence."

Chapter 4: Forbidden Love

Days turned into weeks, and the bond between Geralt and Y/N deepened. They stole moments together, hidden away from prying eyes. Each stolen kiss, each whispered promise, only fueled their desire for a love that seemed both impossible and inevitable.

Chapter 5: Trials and Tribulations

Together, they faced countless trials and tribulations, their unbreakable bond serving as an anchor in the storm. Y/N's magical abilities proved invaluable, while Geralt's strength and agility proved essential in battles against monstrous foes.

Their shared experiences and the trust they built cemented their love, giving them the strength to face the countless obstacles thrown their way. In the darkest of times, they discovered that their individual strengths melded into a formidable force.

Chapter 6: The Prophecy Fulfilled

Geralt, armed with his knowledge of monsters and the elixirs that enhanced his abilities, fought alongside Y/N, whose mastery of magic and command over dragons became pivotal to their success. Together, they harmonized their unique talents and shattered the chains of despair that threatened to consume their love.

Chapter 7: Union of Worlds

With their enemies vanquished and the realms once again at peace, Geralt and Y/N celebrated their triumph, the love between them blooming under the shared admiration of their respective worlds. They knew their love had defied fate, crossing boundaries to forge a unique bond between two realms.

Epilogue: Infinite Paths

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firefly-in-darkness · 3 years

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Separation, Connection - [1/2]

Pairing →Bucky Barnes x Reader

Characters → Marvel Characters

Summary → Your friendship with Bucky deterioates when you catch him in a compromising position with a fellow agent.

Word Count → 2.3k

SSB2021 Square Fill → “God I hate you” - @star-spangled-bingo

AFG Square Fill → “What the fuck am I seeing?” @anyfandomgoesbingo

Warnings → 18+. Angst, Heartbreak, Jealousy, Swearing

Betas → @kalesrebellion // all mistakes are my own.

A/N → This one was sitting in my WIPs folder for ages, and after brainstorming with @writethelifeyouwant, this 2 parter was finished! Ps. I know I haven’t updated Worst Idea Ever in a while and I’m sorry - I’m just very stuck with it atm, the plot and majority of the story is planned out, I just can’t seem to fill in the blanks.

Firefly’s Masterlist

You and Bucky were close, and there was that little thin line between friendship and something more. Nothing had happened but, god, you had wanted it to. The secret crush you harboured for your teammate, your friend, had only grown over the years. Everyone thought you would be good together, commenting on how well you got along, that friendship was an important part of a relationship. Both of you rolling your eyes and laughing at their comments.

When you finally gathered the courage to tell him how you felt, you saw him with someone else. They were at the back of the training facility; the team were in a simulation of a terrorist attack on Paris and once the time on the training session was called, you stumbled across them.

They were just out of sight, hidden in a dark corner. And it wasn’t just a casual embrace. They were having sex, he was fucking her, hard, up against a wall. You froze at the sight of his bare bottom clenching with each thrust and the blissed-out look on her face. What the fuck am I seeing?! Heart shattered, you fled from the room without a sound, not wanting to disturb them or for anyone to see you crying.

It hurt too much to be as close to him after that, you consciously decided to withdraw from the friendship. Not going straight to him when entering a room or staying in bed instead of heading to the rooftop where you’d usually wander at five in the morning to talk with Bucky, putting the world to right.

And of course, Bucky noticed. It had been a week since you had joined him for a midnight chat in the kitchen. He was missing his best friend. He wanted to share his life with her, and she was nowhere to be seen unless someone else was in the room.

Bucky knew it was a bad sign when you chose to sit next to Wanda, not sandwiched between him and Nat, on movie night. He felt alone in a room full of friends, as they watched a film about a love triangle set in England. It was supposed to be funny, but Bucky didn’t hear the jokes, let alone the punchlines.

Nat had realised something was wrong too. She saw the dark circles under your eyes when you drained the coffee from the cup in the morning and the puffy redness from crying in the middle of the day. She had detested the way you and Bucky were before, it was like a pair of magnets drawn together, a connected ribbon, a gravitational pull. But now? Well, you were repelling within a few meters of one another, and she hated that even more.

“What did you do, Barnes?” Nat whispered harshly, eyes still on the film.

“Nothing.” Bucky looked over to you, sleeping with your head resting on Wanda’s lap.

“So why is Wanda looking at you like that?” She raised an eyebrow.

Bucky lifted his gaze, saw the fiery red eyes staring back at him as she stroked your hair, a soft red mist falling over you. He frowned at the Sokovian and tried to talk telepathically but she shook her head and looked back at the television.

On autopilot, you ran from your room to his bedroom door, knocking until the screams died down. Long ago, you’d learnt to not enter the room until he’d settled down, had the bruises to your neck and dealt with the guilt-ridden expression on Bucky’s face for weeks.

Pressing your ear to the door, you could hear Bucky moving about and slowly pushed it open so as not to startle him. A soft glow from the lamp at his bedside welcomed you in, he'd stacked his pillows against the headboard with his knees drawn up and resting his head in his hands.

“Hi, Buck. It’s me.” You spoke softly, his head and eyes shot up to meet yours.

You walked over and sat at the end of the bed, averting your eyes to the floor and fingers fiddling with the edge of a blanket, waiting for him to respond.

“What did I do doll?” He croaked, fingers running through his hair, his knees dropping down.

Your heart raced and you were certain he could hear the harsh thumps, but your voice remained steady, “It's nothing, just need a little time to process some things.”

“You normally come to me. What's different?” His voice was strained, thick with distress.

Standing up, you walked towards the window, arms wrapped tightly around your torso. You could feel his eyes burning into the side of your face, but you remained focused on the navy sky fading to blues and oranges with the sunrise.

“I can't this time Buck, I need space. I need space from you.” With each word, your heart fractured along the lines you’d attempted to piece together with being away from him.

“Get out then, just leave me alone.” His tone was now harsh, stronger than before.

“God, I hate you.” Without a final glance, you left the room. Your heart in tatters once more.

Once in the safety of your room, the sob heaved out of you. Bucky had disregarded you so easily, he let you go without a second thought. And you didn’t know what was worse; what you saw a week ago or what he just said.

Bucky finished his 76th lap when someone caught his eye. It was you. His best friend. The one he stupidly let go of. It had been three months since he'd told you to leave, and you hadn't gone back on his word.

Of course, Bucky was just as stubborn and hadn't approached you unless it was work-related. But there was something different about you. His eyes focused on the man you were standing with, and how you glowed, and Bucky just couldn't stand that you were feeling that way about a random recruit and not him.

“She used to look at you that way.” Wanda’s voice echoed in his head.

He scanned the field and found her figure leaning against a tree, shading herself from the summer sun and a book in hand. Bucky grabbed the small towel and wiped away the sweat, swigging his water bottle, then joined her on the grass.

“What are you talking about? She’s never looked at me like that.” He gestured towards you and the agent.

Wanda chuckled and shook her head, “You're not blind, or stupid, Bucky, she adored you. Still does, even though I wish she would get over you.”

His brow creased. “She wanted space, ended our friendship.”

Wanda’s eyes flashed red, “And you broke her heart.”

“Show me.” Bucky held out his hand, pleading with her, “I don’t know what I did wrong.”

“I can’t Bucky. It's private, she would never forgive me.” Wanda shook her head and placed her book in her lap, “I've seen what she's done to you, I'm not going to lose her too.”

Bucky sprang to his feet and kicked at the grass. “Then just tell me what you know. Just something?” He turned to face you, hands on his hips as he tried to think of what he’d done.

“Paris terrorist simulation,” Wanda stated without emotion.

Bucky turned around, seeing nothing but a neutral expression on her face. The simulation had been a success, the whole team had done well but he hadn’t seen you at the debriefing. Steve said you were exhausted and needed to rest.

“What about it?” asked Bucky.

“Don't deny it. I saw it, I felt it. She had no chance of blocking me from that pain.” Wanda stood up, eyes flickering red, “you and that agent. I thought you were better than that Bucky.”

“Shit.”

Bucky knew exactly what Wanda had meant before she explained. Shame coursed through him; he'd broken your trust by not telling you about the agent he’d been hooking up with. Honestly, he didn't want you to know, didn't want you to judge him for the flings he had. Subconsciously, he knew that was what your distancing was about because he hadn't seen her again or hooked up with anyone since.

All he wanted was you back in his life; he was going to make it happen.

Wanda smirked, shaking her head before walking ahead of him, “Best get a move on Barnes, she’s not thinking of him in a platonic way.”

Bucky’s jaw clenched and he strutted towards you, determined to get you back.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder and he could only hope you still felt the same way.

You couldn’t believe Bucky dared to pull rank on you in front of another agent. That he had the gall to do such a thing after he told you to leave him alone, how he betrayed your trust as a friend and unknowingly broke your heart.

You stormed down the blurry corridors as anger took the form of tears. Your whole body tense and determined to get away from the assassin on your tail. People parted like the sea as they saw your strut and scowl, you scoffed at their reaction and thought, this must be what it’s like to be Bucky on a mission. Using it to your advantage, you managed to pull someone by the arm and into the path of the Winter Soldier.

While you sprinted away, you glanced back and spotted Bucky helping the woman to her feet, apologising profusely and then realising it was the agent you had caught him with. Your blood boiled as you pushed through the door to the stairwell, it slammed against the wall and probably damaged it, but you didn’t care anymore.

It wasn’t until the breeze hit your face that you realised where you were. You’d come to the rooftop, the exact spot that you’d air all your worries with Bucky. It was the place you’d first bonded outside of the team.

A hand dragged down your face and your shoulders slumped. You spun on your heel, ready to escape when you stopped short. There he was, blocking the doorway. You groaned, of course, he knew exactly where you’d go even before you did.

“I just want to talk.” Bucky quietly spoke, a hint of a question in his tone but a statement all the same.

“I’ll scale down the side of this building if I have to.” You stepped back towards the edge.

Bucky growled and walked towards you, “would you quit being so stubborn and dramatic for one second?”

“Just leave me alone.” You threw his own words back at him, stopping him in his tracks.

At that moment, you could see that Bucky realised how hurtful those words were, but you weren’t going to console him anytime soon. He should suffer for how he spoke to you and for never attempting to speak to you until now.

Bucky slowly circled you towards the edge, his eyes focused on you while you turned in tandem following his moves. He reached the railing then settled down into a seated position, legs hanging over the side, his chest against the metal pole.

“Are you going to join me?” Bucky’s gaze now on the horizon.

With a roll of your eyes, you sat beside him, but at least a metre apart, you couldn’t get that close to him. He was too intoxicating, and your emotions were incredibly high, even if they were full of anger and hurt, and you didn’t trust yourself not to succumb to his charm.

“Are you going to talk then?” You sassed back at him.

“I’m sorry for what you saw. You shouldn’t have seen that.” Bucky didn’t hold back, “I was going to tell you, I just thought you’d judge me.”

“I’d judge you. For sleeping with a colleague. In the middle of a training simulation?” You scoffed, “You didn’t tell me about her. Or anyone else for that matter. Natasha filled me in on all your little late night rendezvous when I was on missions.”

“I didn’t mean to.” Bucky knew he’d not win this conversation and scrambled to bring it back onto his side, “you were away, and I needed something, someone.”

“So, you used them and used me too?” You glared at him.

“That’s not what I said,” Bucky seethed, annoyed at the way you were twisting his words but not surprised with the pain you felt.

You continued, ignoring his comment, unable to stop the words falling from your lips, “I gave you emotional support. Watched you cry yourself to sleep after a nightmare, held your hand when you had a panic attack during a mission.” You shook your head at him, “I just wasn’t good enough for the sex part.”

Bucky held your chin and pulled your face to look at him, “You mean more to me than that. I just didn’t know how you felt. If I’d had known-”

You jerked away from his touch, it felt too nice, it felt like home, but you weren’t ready to fall back into this friendship. He knew how you felt, and you weren’t ready for his rejection. You still needed your space.

Swiftly, you returned to your feet, brushing down your trousers and hands, “Thank you for your apology, but I can’t forgive you.”

Bucky stood up and watched you begin to leave, “I’ll do my best to make you see how much you mean to me.”

You paused in the doorway, but you had to be strong, to carry on walking away, you couldn’t let him hurt you again. It was time to move on.

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