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Silver Roses & Fallen Roses

2: Capitol Zoo (masterlist for series)

summary: With the Games getting closer, Coriolanus must get his tribute to trust him. But, who knew that the Capitol Zoo would give your relationship with him issues.

pairing: young!Coriolnaus Snow x fem!reader

warnings: jealousy, coriolanus being manipulative, coriolanus hurts reader (on accident), death, mentions of death, mentions of blood, a little fluff, ANGST, grandma’am being protective, italics are flashbacks

word count: 5.2k+

a/n: this might be one of the longer pieces i’ve written in a while. this chapter is definitely a lot and it took so long to finish. things are starting to change within their relationship, and i will advise, it will go downhill from here.

Red. Rouge. The color could be and mean many things. It could be love, the color of the Academy uniform, or rage. It could be strength, revenge, or a shade of lipstick. But in this case, red meant jealousy.

You have always hated jealousy as a trait. It was never a pretty sight. In fact, you could only recount two times you were ever jealous in your life.

Once was two years ago, before you and Coriolanus were ever dating.

Funnily enough, you were jealous of Clemensia.

Dean Highbottom announced another research project that was worth 40% of your semester grade. Typically, you and Coriolanus were paired up together for assignments like these. However, you were given random pairings. You were happy when Highbottom pulled out your name and Sejanus’. It had been a while since you two worked together. Yet, when the next two names pulled out were Coriolanus and Clemensia, you felt an uneasy emotion stirring inside. One you have never felt before.

Everyone switched seats to be seated near their partners. Sadly, Sejanus sat far from you, causing you to gather your things to move. Within that same moment, Clemensia slid into the seat you once occupied, adding another strike to the emotion settling in you.

“Y/N,” Sejanus smiled at you, letting you take your seat. “I’m relieved I got to be partners with you.”

“You and me both.” You return the smile, slipping a clean sheet of paper out. “Shall we get started?”

As soon as you started to come up with ideas, your gaze drifted toward the opposite end of the room, watching Coriolanus and Clemensia work together. They seemed like they were having fun working with one another. Clemensia grabbed his forearm at a joke Coriolanus made, making your blood boil. You knew you shouldn't feel this way over your two best friends, but when it came to being millimeters away from your blond, it shook you.

“Are you… Okay?” Sejanus poked your shoulder, a concerned expression etched across his face. “Your pen looks like it’s going to explode with the way you’re gripping it.”

You look away from the sight right before Coryo looks over. “Sorry, I was… Distracted.”

“I bet.” He chuckles, earning a curious look from you.

“What do you mean?”

Sejanus tilts his head in your direction, making a subtle gesture to the blond. “You’re jealous.”

“Am not.” You frown, scrawling nonsense on the paper. “I was merely looking at them.”

“With a scowl on your face.” The curly-haired male pointed out. You flush at the observation, rubbing your face. “I doubt anything will happen, you two are as thick as thieves.”

Your eyes return to Coriolanus after listening to Sejanus’ words, meeting his water colored eyes. You smile at him, earning one back before Clemensia stole his attention again. With a fading smile and the unfamiliar feeling settling in your stomach again, you focus on the work given.

When Dean Highbottom released your class, you bid a quick bye to Sejanus before heading to the courtyard. The weather was fairly nice, and all the other students were already filling the area. You make your way toward the willow tree planted by the courtyard’s corner. It was the same place you always were, reading a book. Usually Coriolanus was with you so you could read to him, but you assumed he would stay with Clemensia.

Opening the book to where you left off, your focus was solely on the book and trying to push the feeling away, not realizing Coriolanus was just a few feet away from you.

“Where’d you go? I was looking for you.” He jogged the last few steps.

“I figured you were to hang out with Clemmie, since you’re suddenly all lovey-dovey with her.” You mutter out, not looking up.

“Excuse me?” He took a seat next to you, giving you an incredulous look. “I was not lovey-dovey with Clemensia.”

“Yes, you were.” You frown again, taking a quick glance at him. “You were the entire class.”

“Now why were you watching us instead of working on your project with Sejanus, beautiful?” Coriolanus took your chin with his thumb and pointer, forcing you to look into his eyes.

“You have no right to call me that at the moment.” You push his hand away, shoving your book back into your bag. “Good bye.”

He studies your features for a bit, piecing the pieces together. “You’re jealous.”

“What?” You whip your head at him, using an accusation kind of tone. “I am not jealous of you and Clemensia.”

“You are jealous.” Coryo smirks in your direction as you furiously flush red. “That’s just confirmation.”

“I’m not jealous, Coriolanus.” You cross your arms. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You really are jealous.” He raises a brow when you say his full first name. “You just have to admit it.”

“I’m not jealous of you two. I’ve never been jealous in my entire life.” You stand, Coriolanus following. “So how can I possibly be jealous of you and your blossoming relationship with Clemensia—”

“Just say that you’re jealous.” He puts a hand behind your back as he guides you through the courtyard. “You’re jealous that she’s going to spend more time with me, and that I’ll replace you with her as my favorite person…”

“I’m your favorite person?” Your eyes slowly light up, trying your best not to show it.

“Only if you say you’re jealous.”

“Never.” You lift your chin a little higher. “I’m not jealous.”

“What a shame.” He leaves your side for a second, turning around to face you. “All you have to do is say you’re jealous or I’ll go find—”

“Fine.” You mumble, looking away. “I’m jealous.”

“What was that, beautiful? Couldn’t hear you.” Coryo got a bit closer, leaning toward you.

“I’m jealous.” You shut your eyes, earning an airy laugh from him.

Coriolanus pulled you into a small hug, pecking the top of your head. “Cute.”

The second time you were ever jealous was at this moment in time.

You were told by Tigris that Coryo went to talk to his tribute earlier this morning. What you did not expect was him being in the zoo cage with his tribute.

All you wanted was to have breakfast and leave, but your father made you watch the live casting.

You blankly stared at the host of the Hunger Games as you caught Coriolanus’ platinum blond in the background of the television.

“That’s right! All twenty-four of them— What in the gem of Panem? Is he..? That’s an Academy rouge, no?”

Multiple emotions gnawed on the inside of you. You were terrified that something was going to happen to him in the cage, but at the same time he was looking at her as if his life depended on it.

“Excuse me! Hello, sir! Yes, you, in the red. Who are you and why are you in there with them? We’re live.” Flickerman gestures to the camera as it focuses on Coriolanus.

You study your boyfriend’s face, realizing he was talking to Lucy Gray.

“Isn’t that something?” Your father remarked. “Now why would your boyfriend be in the cage along with the other tributes?”

The look on your face never leaves as Flickerman continues to ask questions concerning Coriolanus’ safety. After a few seconds, Coriolanus slips a flower behind the girl’s ear. It wasn’t just any flower. It was one of Grandma’am’s white roses.

He takes Lucy Gray’s hand and gets closer to the camera. They started to answer questions Flickerman was asking and that look Coryo was giving his tribute never left his face.

At this point, all you could see was red.

Coriolanus never gave you one of Grandma’am’s beautiful roses or looked at you like he was so ever in love to be near you. And what completely set you off was the way Lucy Gray leaned into your boyfriend’s figure, Coriolanus wrapping an arm around her waist.

You rolled your eyes at his gesture, standing from your seat on the couch. “Turn that off. It’ll only do damage to the household’s eyes.”

Your father raises his eyebrows at you, shutting the television off.

Taking your bag and fixing your Academy uniform, you leave the Lovett Manor.

You enter the car that was taking you to the Academy, muttering a good morning to the driver.

“Are you okay, Miss Lovett?”

“I’m fine.” You look out the window, slowly passing the trees decorating your driveway.

A beat passes.

“How can he do that?” You ask the driver, fiddling with your silver necklace.

“Do what?”

You huff, twisting the chain. “Be so close to a tribute.”

“He is smart, Miss Lovett. He might be strategizing with her to win the games. Isn’t your father’s deal still on despite the change for the Plinth prize?”

“I guess.” You mumble out a response, jealousy continuing to bubble as your thoughts keep going back to the pair. “I called his cousin to see if Coryo and I could walk together today, but she said he was talking to his tribute. I guess talking to your tribute involves holding your hand and tucking important roses behind their ear.”

The rest of the car trip was silent, only the sounds of passing cars filling the space.

Arriving at the Academy, you thanked the driver and headed into the building. You weren’t one for letting comments and looks get to you by others, but it seemed as if everyone was judging you today. There were whispers everywhere you turned and points in your direction, only provoking your current mood.

“Miss Lovett, if I can see you.” Dean Highbottom calls for you before you enter his class, making you curious.

“Yes, sir?” You clutch your bag a little tighter.

He sighs, “Did you somehow convince Mr Snow to talk to his tribute which caused him to be put into the zoo cage?”

“No. I haven’t talked to Coriolanus at all today.” Your face is as hard as stone, showing zero emotion. “Why? Is he in trouble?”

“Oh, most definitely, Miss Lovett.” He pauses, seeming as if he was going to add something else but refrained. “I would suggest you take your seat, classes are about to start.”

You enter the classroom, not questioning your professor any longer. Silently take your seat next to Sejanus, frowning at the empty seat to your left.

Time agonizingly passed on. Highbottom gave out a textbook assignment which, he said, would take the majority of the class. It would be until forty minutes later that Coriolanus showed up to class. By this time, you were annoyed at the fact he was late. He was never late. And being late to class for talking to a tribute just made the situation worse.

The doors slammed open as Coriolanus walked inside, taking a few seconds to look for your figure. You never dared to look up at his icy stare, doing your best to focus on the papers in front of you.

“Your little excursion was in violation of about five different Academy rules, Mr. Snow.” Dean Highbottom did not bother to look up. “Which amongst them endangers Capitol students—”

“What, who?” Coriolanus interjects, stopping his movements.

“You and your dear Miss Lovett.” He retaliates. “I’m meeting with the Gamemakers to disqualify you as mentor immediately.”

You look up at the mention of your name. What did he do that could possibly endanger you?

Coriolanus stood by his seat, deciding to argue with the Dean. “You said we had to get our tributes to perform, not that we had to stay away.”

“I’m putting insubordination as well.” Highbottom mutters, scratching the violated rules onto a paper.

Arachne looks at Coriolanus with distaste, placing her pen down. “Introducing her to people? Holding her hand when you have a girlfriend, Coryo? You make it look as if we’re one of the same as those animals.”

The grip on your pen tightened at her unneeded comments. The red encasing every fiber of your body once more as your classmates argued. You really started to hate Lucy Gray.

“Coriolanus didn’t show those people anything they didn’t already know.” Sejanus jumps in to defend his best friend.

“I don’t need your help Sejanus.” Coryo lowers his voice, taking his seat next to you.

He laced his hand with your left, making you freeze.You glance at him but don’t meet his eyes. You purse your lips and remove your hand from his, pushing it away from your lap.

You could feel his stare from your side, making you shift uncomfortable at the now high tension between you.

If Coriolanus had been with you earlier that morning, you would’ve welcomed his touch. However, you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of doing something highly dangerous then coming back straight to you. Especially with the addition of being close with such a tribute.

Yes, you wanted to feel his comfort, and yes, you regretted not staying the night at his penthouse. But right now you couldn’t look at him without thinking of what you saw earlier.

Coriolanus hid a scoff at your behavior, choosing to rest his hands on the desk instead. He didn’t like to be ignored by you. You were his and obviously something altered your mindset if you acted like this.

Suddenly, Dr. Gaul appeared from the top of the classroom, slowly descending the stairs while reciting a kind of poem.

“Snow fell down in the cage. It fell down in the cage, but it landed.” Her eyes found the blond’s face, noticing his attitude to the female to his right. One she noticed during the reaping the other day too.

A small silence filled the room while Coriolanus slowly shifted his gaze to the doctor. “On stage.”

Her wicked smile appears on her face, “You’re good at games. Maybe one day you’ll be a game maker like me.”

“Not if the games continue at all.” Highbottom interjected, turning back around to face Dr. Gaul.

“Oh, they’ll continue. With performances like young Mr. Snow’s in that zoo?” She gestures toward Coriolanus, eyes flickering to your face as well. “And I came here to ask your star mentor a question.”

The attention goes from Dr. Gaul to the male sitting beside you.

“What are the Hunger Games for?”

Coriolanus takes a second before answering, the gaze of his classmates heavy on him. “They’re to punish the Districts for their uprising. To… commemorate the end of the war—“

“Commemorate the dull, dull, dull.” She runs with her words, her raspy voice making it sinister. “Punishment can take myriad forms. Why not drop bombs? Cancel Food shipments? Stage executions? Why games?”

“Shouldn’t we be asking ourselves whether or not they’re right in the first place.” Sejanus replied instead of Coriolanus, making your head snap up to the Plinth. “Some of those kids were two years old when the war ended. The oldest of them were only eight!”

“Sejanus—”

“Ah, Miss Lovett.” Dr. Gaul called, catching your intention of stopping Sejanus’ ramble. “Tell me. What are the Hunger Games for?”

You pinch your hand, looking between her staring eyes. “To remind the Districts of the Capitol’s power and lack of remorse for the war they started. To show that, if pushed hard enough, humans will do whatever it takes to survive.”

Dr. Gaul clapped her hands at your response, her crazed smile only growing. “I like this one! She understands what the Hunger Games are for.”

You bite your tongue, doing what you could to show no emotion for the unnecessary praise.

“Unlike you, Mr. Plinth. That sort of sympathy might mess with your mentoring assignment.” She says in disapproval.

“Perhaps the Capitol students are ill suited to be mentoring tributes. Perhaps the game's time has passed.” Dean Highbottom attempted to talk about ending the games again.

“Dean Highbottom is wrong. My classmates too.” Coriolanus stands, taking another look at you before shifting his attention to Dr Gaul. “Maybe Sejanus is onto something here. Maybe we should be viewing those tributes as human beings.”

You frown at your boyfriend. It seemed like he didn’t want the Hunger Games to continue yet he defends his stance like he needs them to continue.

“I mean, you saw those kids at the zoo. They wanted to get to know Lucy Gray—“

You let out a fake laugh. One that was quiet enough so that not everyone could hear, but loud enough that those sitting around you and Dr. Gaul could hear. You earned a curious look from Dr. Gaul and a glare from Coriolanus in the process.

“If we need people to watch, we should be letting them get closer to the tributes before the Games. To make the stakes personal.” He finished, a prominent scowl replacing his once calm face.

You cross your arms and legs, watching the wall clock as they continue to converse about the topic. You lost interest the second he mentioned his tribute’s name. You could feel Coriolanus’ stare on you as he and Dr. Gaul went back and forth in their conversation.

“— Lucy Gray may not win in the arena… But if you just give her a chance, I would bet the Plinth prize that can win people’s attention.”

You caught his last bit, rolling your eyes at the mention of the infamous songbird.

Dr. Gaul hums, straightening her back. “I’d like you…” She flicks her eyes to your profile. “And Miss Lovett to write up a proposal of these thoughts tonight, Mr. Snow.”

Your eyes widen at her, sitting up at the idea. “Dr. Gaul—“

“Wait.” Clemensia stands, hands lightly hitting the desk. “You mean you might actually use his, their ideas?”

“If it’ll help the ratings, why not?”

“Coriolanus,” She said loudly, trying to get as much recognition as the two of you. “And I are class partners. Dr. Gaul, we do all our assignments together.”

The doctor chuckles at Clemensia’s added comments, entertaining the idea. “It’ll be an interesting test.”

She took her leave, and it seemed as everyone in the room relaxed at the missing presence of the head game maker.

Coriolanus takes his seat next to you again, bringing his head by your ear. He felt you tense under him, making him release a quiet but bitter chuckle.

“Meet me in the library.”

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Coriolanus pulled you behind one of the shelves, gripping your arms.

“Nothing is wrong with me, Coriolanus.” You try prying yourself off of him. “Let go.”

“No.” He hardened his grip. “You’re being weird—“

“I’m being weird?” You throw your head back, laughing at his irony. “You were in a cage, locked with fucking tributes. Who knows what could have happened to you? You could have died.”

“I didn’t.”

You tilt your head, a fake pout on your face. “No shit you didn’t.”

“Don’t talk to me like that.” Coriolanus got so close to your face that you could see the rage in his eyes.

“What are you going to do about it?” You crease your brows. The hands that held you in place started to hurt, but you couldn’t let that stop you now. “Tigris said you were just going to talk to your tribute, not follow her into where they’re being held.”

“I need her to trust me—“

“I’m not fucking done, Coriolanus.” You try to get out of his grip again. “You gave her one of your grandmother’s white roses, held her fucking hand, and looked at her as if she were the best damn thing that ever happened to you.”

“Is that what this attitude is about?” He scoffs at your childlike nature. “You’re jealous over my time spent with a District tribute?”

“You never looked at me the way you looked at her.” You seethed. Your silver necklace dangled over your collarbone, the light hitting it which caught Coriolanus’ eye. “And you never gave me one of Grandma’am’s special roses.”

The male looked back into your eyes, processing your words. “I need this girl to trust me. The only way for her to trust me is if she believes I cherish her. I want to win the Plinth prize. And according to the Dean, the way to win is by getting Lucy Gray to know someone still cares about her, even if she’s sent to her death. The people of Panem need to love her.”

You roll your eyes once more at the mention of the girl, “What good is winning the Plinth prize knowing you’re killing innocent people?”

“That’s not what you said to Dr. Gaul.”

“I don’t think I had a choice on my words spoken to her!” You almost scream, feeling tears welling in your eyes due to your boyfriend’s harsh grip. “Let go of me, Coriolanus. You’re hurting me.”

Something in him clicked, letting go of your arms.

You back up into one of the tables, wincing at the sudden sting. Coriolanus stepped close to check on you, suddenly feeling bad for holding you as hard as he probably shouldn’t have.

“Beautiful—“

“Don’t touch me.” You whisper as you rub your arms. “Don’t you dare.”

Coriolanus stops his actions, “Y/N…”

“I don’t like the Hunger Games.” You stare into his eyes, letting tears well into your eyes but never letting them fall. “And I can’t do anything to stop it. But I’ll try my very fucking best to get my tribute out of there alive and treated like a human and not as a spectacle for the eye.”

You shove his shoulder as you walk away from him, leaving the male in the library on his own.

“Fuck.” Coriolanus groaned, running a hand through his hair.

The rest of the day, you did your best to avoid Coriolanus. You would walk with Clemensia to classes or sit on the other side of the room if you had to. That was the first time he actually hurt you. Both mentally and physically.

You went into the restroom during your lunch break, removing part of your uniform to check the skin where Coriolanus gripped you. The skin was bright red and no doubt would be purple in a few minutes. Tears welled up in your eyes again but you refused to let them spill. Not for the same reason.

When classes ended, you took the fastest way you could to the Capitol Zoo, your bag filled to the brim with food, water, and medicine for your tribute. You knew your tribute was extremely sick and the chances for her survival were higher if she got any better.

You were the first mentor to appear at the Capitol. Although not the first visitor. Many parents and their children were staring at the tributes like they were animals. You did your best to avoid the camera set up right at the front, heading to one of the corners of the exhibit.

Lucky for you, Dill and Reaper were already situated in that area.

You were quickly able to gain their trust through the food and the medicine you brought for Dill. The three of you conversed about almost everything. Especially Dill. She wanted to know everything about you.

You offered her and Reaper more food as the young girl continued to question you.

“What about her? Are you friends with her?” Dill pointed to Arachne.

You shake your head, “More like acquainted. She’s not my favorite person I’ve ever met.”

“Good. She seems mean.” She grimaces at Arachne teasing her tribute with food. “Mm, what about that crazy man?”

“What?” You crease your brows, a confused laugh coming from you. “What crazy man?”

“That one.” She gestured to a blond, blue-eyed male. “The one who followed us in here. Is he your friend?”

You subconsciously grab your silver necklace, wrapping a finger around the charm. “He… Yes.”

Dill’s eyes lit up at the beautiful necklace, “That’s so pretty! Where did you get it?”

Smiling at her enthusiasm, you take it off and show it to her. “Coryo—“

“Who’s that?” She held the charm in her palm.

“My,” You hesitate, glancing at his crouched figure. “He’s my boyfriend.”

“You have a boyfriend?!” She practically shouts, jumping to her feet. You catch the necklace before it can fall out of her hands, slipping it back on. That medicine really helped her.

The people around you look over, making you flush red at the sudden attention. “Dill, honey—“

“Who is it? Is he also a mender?” She continues to jump and down. “Is he here right now?”

Coriolanus catches your embarrassed state, tilting his head at what the young girl could possibly be talking about.

“He is, but Dill, you can’t announce it to everyone here.” You tuck a piece of hair behind your ear, rubbing your arm from the sudden pain it emitted. “And it’s mentor.”

“Well which one is he? Is it him?!” She points to Sejanus, making you chuckle.

You catch your lover’s eyes, watching his own eyes drift down to your arm. The small smile on your face fades and you look down, clearing your throat.

“No, not him.” You hand her your last water bottle and shut your bag. “If I tell you who it is, do you promise not tell the rest of the tributes?”

“I promise.” She crossed her heart. “Who is it?”

You gesture for her to come closer, whispering into her ear. “It’s the crazy man.”

“Really?” She whisper-shouted back, looking at Coriolanus. Dill looked back at you and noticed your bothered face, “What’s wrong?”

“We had a fight today.” You mumble, dusting your skirt off. “We didn’t leave off on a good note.”

“Oh.” She held your hand. “Hopefully you make up! Even if he is crazy, he’s crazy smart. So are you! I just know you two will be married and have beautiful children and—“

Screams fill the air, cutting Dill off. You quickly whip your head toward the noise, finding Arachne being held by her tribute. Reaper came back over to pull the young girl away from you while you were pulled away from her by two peacekeepers.

“What’s happening to Arachne?” You strain your neck to look over, watching blood pour out of her neck. “Oh, god— Oh my, god.”

Shots were being fired by peacekeepers, killing the tribute that attacked one of your peers. You pulled yourself away from the peacekeepers and rushed over to her. Although you weren’t the closest with Arachne, you were still going to try your best to help her.

“Arachne?” You kneel by her, holding her head. “Can you hear me?”

She sputters out incoherent words, the glass bottle still pierced into her neck.

“You’re going to be fine. It’s going to be fine.” You do your hardest to stop the bleeding without hurting her even further. “I’m sure someone is coming to help—”

“Beautiful—” You feel a pair of strong arms pull you away from Arachne’s body, her body slowly becoming lifeless.

“Oh, my god.” You drop your hands, letting the arms pull you up. “I can’t— She just—“

“Baby, I need you to breathe.” Coriolanus turned you around, holding your face in his hands. “Breathe with me.”

You shook your head, Arachne’s blood covering your hands. “Her family needs to— She’s d–dead. Her parents—”

He wiped the tears you didn’t know were falling from your face. “It’s not your fault. I need you to breathe, okay? Can you do that?” You suck a shaky breath in and release, shutting your eyes at the encounter.

“Okay, good. A few more.” He continued to brush the tears off.

Coriolanus made sure you could breathe properly before leading you further away from the Capitol zoo. You tried to not get any blood on Coriolanus’ school uniform and tried to stop the flow of tears.

Admittedly, you hated how Arachne acted, but you never wanted her to die because of it. But her action toward the tribute was wrong and she paid the price for it. At least, that’s what the voice in the back of your mind repeatedly said to you.

“Do you need me to take you home?” Coryo took out water from his bag and wet some tissues, rubbing your hands.

You mumble a small no, sniffling from all your tears spent today. You assumed the tears were from what happened before and that Arachne’s death was just the trigger for it. You were still upset over Coriolanus and Lucy Gray and the way he treated you earlier. But those thoughts were pushed and locked into a small chest. You needed to be with him after what just happened to a classmate.

He looked at you with somewhat concern, “Are you sure? I can—”

“Can I stay with you tonight?” Your glassy eyes met his, catching his worried look. “I can’t spend tonight alone.”

Coriolanus threw the tissues away in a nearby trash can, “Always.”

You let him pull you into a hug, forgetting that he hurt you physically and you didn’t want him to hold you.

“It’s starting again.” Grandma’am walks over to the table you, Coriolanus, and Tigris were seated. “This is how it begins… The war.”

“It was my fault. I suggested we get closer to the tributes.” Coriolanus says in a distant tone, his hand in yours.

Your head rests on his right shoulder, dressed in one of the robes Tigris made you. You let him fiddle with your hand, feeling him trace his name over your palm.

“You’re just lucky that your songbird and that sickly girl didn’t attack the both of you as well.” Grandma’am gestured to you.

“They’re not rebels, Grandma’am. They’re just girls.” Tigris looks down at the table, her voice wavering at the thought of the poor tributes.

“Trust me. Lucy Gray hasn’t been a girl in a long time.” Grandma’am shook her head, Coryo’s eyes snapping up to hers. “Outside of this Capitol, they’re savages. One and all. However they may smile, they will use you. You must use them. Or you’ll end up dead in the trees like your father.”

You squeeze Coriolanus’ hand at the mention of his deceased father, feeling him tense under his grandmother’s words. You loved Grandma’am, but to say something about her grandson’s dead father to get his act right did not settle right with you.

As the night grew longer, Tigris eventually escorted Grandma’am back to her room, squeezing both yours and her cousin’s shoulders.

“Don’t let him stay up all night for this.” Tigris told you, hoping you would knock some sort of sense into him. “Good night.”

You smile at her before shifting your attention back to the male to your right. “You heard your cousin.”

Coriolanus had his left hand now resting on your leg, occasionally moving his hand up and down to keep you awake. “You’re supposed to help me with these thoughts, you know?”

“I know.” You give him a sleepy smile. “I’ll help. I probably won’t have the best ideas, but I’m here as moral support.”

He chuckled at you, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Best moral support ever.”

You ended up falling asleep the second he got to the fifth paragraph, head resting on the papers he already filled out.

But you and Coriolanus knew something between the two of you shifted. And you both knew it. Why?

Because he had yet to apologize for hurting you earlier.

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★ MAKE YOU MINE | AA23

Scenario: now that you’re a williams reserve driver, you get to spend more time with your best friend alex, which quickly makes the both of you realize that you’re more than friends. (requested)

Pairing: alex albon x fem!reader

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alex_albon hardly working, but it’s because you distract me

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williamsracing how it started vs how it’s going 👀

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kurt-nightcrawler · 11 months

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Phone Calls

David x Female Reader

Summary: David is a lover. Paul is... Paul.

Warnings: swearing and smoking

Word Count: 1.1k

“I should call her,” David huffed as his hand ghosted over the phone.

“Then why aren’t you?” Paul asked, smoking a cigarette.

“I should call her…” He repeated. “I should call her… but it’s past seven o’clock. What if she’s asleep?”

“Do you hear yourself?” Paul asked. “It’s seven! There’s no way she’s asleep.” Paul inhaled smoke.

“Yeah, but (Y/N) doesn’t seem like the type of girl to sit around and wait for a guy to call. She probably won’t be there to answer.”

“Then leave a message.” Paul took a drag and blew out smoke. “Or go give her a visit, I dunno.”

“Paul!” David practically gasped. “I can’t just go over to a girl’s house uninvited. I'm not a heathen!”

Paul snorted. “Dude, we eat people.”

“So? You know I once scored a princess with my charms and good manners—“

Paul quickly cut him off before David could go on a long ramble. One Paul had definitely heard before. “—Yeah, yeah, the Russian chick, I know. I know.” David rolled his eyes.

“Look,” Paul took another drag. “All I’m saying is, it isn’t 1954 anymore, man! You don’t have to be begging for this girl’s attention. Trying to act all innocent and impress her folks and befriend her father. You can just, call and leave a message saying you want her to come over to fuck.”

David frowned, “You don’t get it… I knew I should have brought Dwayne with me. He’s a romantic. He would understand.”

Paul threw his cigarette butt on the ground and stomped it out. “Hey, man! Out of the two of us, I’ve gotten more pussy this week than Dwayne. Dude’s been bitchless lately!”

“Yet you’re being useless right now,” David complained. “So shut up.”

“Fine, fine whatever. Call your girlfriend or whatever. When you freeze up after two words I won’t be here to help you ‘woo her’ or whatever.” Paul stepped away to smoke more, while David made his phone call.

He slowly spun the wheel of the rotary dial, each number going in one at a time. He was nervous and didn’t want to mess up.

David brought the phone up to his ear and listened to the ringing as he waited for her to pick up.

Ring.

David thought about what she might be doing. Maybe she was reading one of her little romance novels that got her all flustered when he walked into the room.

Ring.

Maybe she ran a bubble bath and was using an expensive soap. Rubbing it all over her body… she would smell nice, and David would have to try his hardest to not try and immediately sink his teeth into her skin.

Ring.

Maybe she was watching an old movie. One about some poor little Maiden being snatched up by a handsome monster of some kind. Maybe she was—

Ri—Beep! Beep! Beep!

The loud beeps of the receiver brought David out of his daydreams. He huffed and hung up the phone.

“She didn’t answer.”

“Okay?” Paul was unsure what David wanted from him.

“What do I do?”

“I dunno, man,” Paul shrugged. “Did she say she’d be busy tonight?”

“No.”

“Okay…” Paul tried really hard to think of something. “Maybe she’s working… we could go visit her.”

“She’s not. She told me she was off tonight.”

“Well, I dunno. If you don’t want to go to her house and see if she’s home, we can’t really do anything. Maybe call again.”

“I can’t seem needy!” David whined.

“Literally, dude, what do you want from me?”

“Some help,” David stated like it was the most obvious thing ever. “But clearly you don’t know what to do.”

“Sorry. Soulmates and serious shit aren’t my strong suit. You know that.”

“Yeah, but I figured you would know something. You flirt with everyone you see.”

Paul shook his head, weakly denying David’s claims. “This girl has got you practically wrapped around her finger! This is embarrassing for you.”

David crossed his arms and glared at Paul. “At least I’m not saying the wrong name during sex!”

Paul put his hands on his hips, “It was an accident!”

David stole the cigarette right from Paul’s fingers and took a drag. “It was embarrassing. That’s what it was.”

“I don’t care. Marko ate them a week later anyways.”

“Yeah, 'cause you begged him too.”

“Shut up!” Paul tried to grab the cigarette back from David, but he swatted him off.

“You shut up!”

“No, you shut up!”

“Paul!”

“David! Hi!” Both the blondes froze and looked at the person who walked over.

David quickly regained composure and pretended as if nothing happened. Paul did the same, coughing, trying to clear his throat.

“Hey, sweetheart,” David was playing it cool as if his last twenty minutes of mooning over this woman didn’t just happen. “What are you doing here?”

“I had to stop by the video store and return my movies. I spotted Dwayne, and he said you were over here.”

David could not focus on a thing she said. Instead, he just stared at her. His eyes turned into little hearts, his mind focusing on how the moonlight and the neon signs of the boardwalk made her glow. How her big smile made his dead heart beat again, and how she spoke with such kindness to him. David was a killer, and as pretty as he was, people were not nice to him.

“Dude,” Paul elbowed him.

“Sorry, what? I zoned out,” David lied.

“I just asked if you wanted to go get something to eat,” (Y/N) said.

“The lady is telling me to get lost!” Paul jokingly put his hands on his chest and faked disgust.

(Y/N) laughed, “I am not! Go and find your other boyfriends and see what they’re doing. I’m sure you’ll have fun. Come on, David,” She held out her hand for him to take.

David dropped his cigarette and stomped it out with his boot, quickly taking (Y/N)’s hand and letting her drag him off further on the boardwalk.

“So what have you been up to tonight, Princess?” David asked, wrapping an arm around (Y/N) as they walked off.

“Okay, leave without saying goodbye,” Paul said to himself, somewhat joking. “I see how it is!” He eyed his cigarette, the one David threw on the ground.

“Can I…” He squinted his eyes at the butt. “Nah...” He deemed it unsalvageable. “I’ll just have another one.”

Paul patted his pockets trying to find his pack of cigarettes. “Ugh, come on–” He pulled it out and opened it up. “Are you serious?!”

There were none left.

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sannirio · 5 months

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trust me i’ll be good

WC: 1409

dom jeongin x amab sub reader (he/him/boy)

18+ MINORS DNI 「i’m serious」　

cw - non!idol au, dom jeongin, fingering, dumbification, temperature play, sub space, degradation, praise, severe overstimulation, boot kink?

A/N: hey! i’m back! sorry for such a long hiatus but i’m finally here. i don’t have anything interesting to say, i wasn’t kidnapped by san or got into a car accident. but i’m here! i hope you enjoy:)

{p.s} i've discovered im transfem and im now starting the process of transitioning, i might write a few afab fics here and there but ill still focus on amab fics. i love you all <3

“what’s wrong baby? you keep staring at my hands… does my needy little slut want me to use them?” jeongin looked amused, as he usually did when you got this needy. he was sat at his desk per usual, in a classic black waistcoat with matching slacks and a white button up underneath. a silver rolex adorned his left wrist. his sleeves were rolled up as if to say “c’mon you little whore let me show you who owns you.” it wasn’t fair how he teased you you were like this. how else were you supposed to react when this is how he looked. all you wanted to do in this moment was to feel his fingers inside of you.

he moved his foot slightly, giving you the subliminal permission to fall apart on his brand new oxfords. you crawled forward, pushing your aching cock against his shoe. the abrasive leather sent chills down the length of your cock. riding his shoe like a dumb little whore always made jeongin’s mind reel. it took him an army’s worth of strength not to push you up against his desk and use you right there, but the sight of his pretty little pet becoming a brain dead mess over the smallest things was all he needed to keep himself in check. jeongin lifted his foot up slightly, pressing the bridge of his shoe harder against you, forcing a yelp to escape your lips and a flinch to propagate your body. he chuckled at the result of his work “you’re so pathetic.” he was right too, your husband wasn’t doing anything but sitting there in his vintage leather chair watching a slut get all messy for him and here you were acting like a total slut at his foot. you wanted more though and he could tell. with how intently he was watching you cover his shoe in precum there was no way he wouldn’t notice your glazed eyes darting to his hand every few seconds. from the very start he wanted to push his index and ring fingers deep inside you but doing that right away wasn’t fun for him, no, he wanted actually needed to see his poor pathetic slut make a mess all over the floor before he gave you what you really wanted.

in one swift motion jeongin stole his foot out from underneath you mid thrust, purposely denying your sensitive cock the ache relief it craved. in half a second his hand held your chin up forcing you to make eye contact with the man who made you like this. he clicked his tongue and nodded his head towards his lap, signaling you to lay down ass up. you did so, shaking ever so slightly from how pent up you were already. jeongin’s hands ran down your frame making you shiver. “so gorgeous” he muttered under his breath, grasping your hips tightly. a wash of cold air hit your side as he took his hand off your hip. placing his middle and ring finger in his mouth he made his fingers all wet, so he could slide them inside his pretty boy.

laying across his lap you could feel jeongins cock throbbing through his pants, your stomach was right on top of it so every time it flexed, you felt it push into you. he wasn’t going to let you touch it however. he wanted to loosen you up first, after all how were you going to fit that monster in you to begin with. a build up of pressure at your ass brought you back to reality, being cock dumb really does make your mind go blank. “open up hun” jeongin whispered. you whimpered as he slowly pushed his middle finger into you, feeling his knuckles graze your ass before he pulled it out. sliding it in again, you could feel just how much he enjoyed doing this to you. even if his entire hand was cramping he wouldn’t stop until you were begging and crying for him to stop. you felt a second finger slide inside of you (his ring finger.) the feeling making you gasp slightly as he bent his two fingers into a curve. his pace quickened when he heard the pretty sounds he loved so much leave your lips.

three fingers were inside you now, stretching you out. the rhythm jeongin had set was perfect… for him, it kept you right at the edge of an orgasm. every half a second the jolt of pleasure from jeongin hitting your prostate made ripples throughout your poor body. at this point you were crying, tears streaming down your face. why was he being so rough, denying you the sweet release you needed right now. your cock ached so much it hurt, twitching constantly making you flinch every time it even brushed jeongins thigh. he could feel the mess you were making as it had seeped through his slacks. precum ran down his leg making him flex his fingers, a tingly sensation forming in his brain in the process. a simple “fuck”escaped his lips as the beed of precum made its way down his calf.

flexing too much made the ache in your cock ten times worse but you couldn’t help it. with how precise jeongin was, hitting your spot every single thrust, it basically made a pool of pleasure in your stomach, waiting… hoping to flood your body when the time came. “p-p-please c-cum n-n-n-now.” those three words were the only thing you could remember in the entire english language. somehow even a slut like you knew what you wanted, with how clouded your mind was, the average person would surely think you’d simply lost your mind. of course this amused jeongin. though he was aching as well, he wanted to see how his pretty little boy came

over him. “what do we say when we want something dear?” he spoke softly, in a way that was sure to provoke your dumb mind. like you were programmed to say it “please” limped out of your lips, almost like a soft breeze. “what was that baby? i didn’t hear you?” “p-p-please” you whined. the strength it took just to focus on that one word was immense. the pain and pleasure that was in control of your body was almost too much at this point. cock dumb wasn’t even adequate anymore; it was more like just plain slut brain. the “good boy” from jeongin licked your ears forcing you back into that purely blank state. all you could feel now was the relentless build up from his fingers hitting your g spot and jeongins knee pushing itself against your dick. moving back and forth slightly gave way to your build up. his long fingers kept their pace, moving in and out of you at just the right speed. the sound of his hand hitting your ass filled the room along with your moans and whines. his free hand took hold of your hair forcing your head up so he could look you in your beautiful clouded eyes. “be a good boy and cum for me.” he cooed, forcing one last thrust deep inside against your spot. that single push was enough to break down the dam that held back every ounce of build up that was being stored. for how long you’d been at his mercy, your sensitivity was overwhelming. it hurt to cum, but you needed to. it hurt so much but it felt so good. your body contracted as you came, tears streaming down your face like rivers of the word pleasure.

once you’d finished cumming, and your high settled down, jeongin slid your legs down and hoisted your body up, turning you in the process so he could face you. “are you ok my sweet boy?” he spoke so softly, it was angelic. you nodded, your brain was still a little hazy but your senses were coming back one by one. a big kiss was planted on your forehead as he caressed your face. “did i hurt you at all baby?” “no…” you shook your head once again “but i do feel sore.” “ok hun, we’ll have a bath together ok? i’ll be gentle while im cleaning you i know you’re still very sensitive.” giving him a peck on the cheek you wrapped your arms around his neck, giving him the go ahead to sweep you off your feet.

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thebadboyfanclub · 1 year

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I Will Do It (Aemond x Reader)

Once again this was entirely long request but I did my best and I wanted to give a mysterious vibe around their bond before I fully reveal it, it was requested by @l1-l4 I really do hope you like it and I would love to hear your opinion on this.

(Y/n) and Aemond Targaryens, the twins of Queen Alicent and King Viserys, other came from the same womb, born only a minute apart from one another and it appeared to be the only time one was away from the other.

(Y/n) and Aemond were opposites, (y/n) was a bubbly and extroverted child, sweet to the core and with a smile as bright as the sun, however, she was gullible and fell easily for her brothers and nephew's tricks and jokes, causing tears to run down her cheeks whilst she ran to Aemond and her mother to console her.

Aemond grew to be rather protective of her, some even whispered that the prince was so obsessed with perfecting his swordcraft to be able to keep his sister safe, a perfect brother, and a noble example for the realm.

(Y/n) had woken up in the middle of the night and did not find her brother on the other bed, (y/n) and Aemond demanded to share a chamber when they visited Driftmark for Laenas funeral.

All one could hear was the patter of her feet as she wandered around to find Aemond, luckily for her, she heard her mother who sounded to be in certain distress, the little princess was met with her family members that had created a circle, curiosity, and concern took over her as she pushed and shoved until she was met with the worst scene.

“Aemond”

She whispered after an audible gasp, she ran to her brothers' side and grabbed his hand as she kneeled, Aemond hated seeing her cry, tears welling up in her lavender hues and her hands were shaking.

“Mother, what happened?”

“Would anyone like to explain to the princess what has been done to her twin brother?”

Alicent asked sarcastically but no one seemed to be keen on answering her, (y/n) waited for a moment as her eyes scanned the room for anyone that would talk about the incident that caused such pain to Aemond.

“Your brother was ambushed by the princes and the twins, Lucerys Velaryon attacked him with a blade”

“No, no Lucerys would not do such a thing”

“I’m sorry dearest but I speak the truth”

“Lucerys, did you do this?”

Her voice broke, Lucerys was the one that was the closest to her out of her nephews, he was lively and up for an adventure, and now he stood against the person she adored the most, not only that but he cost him her eye.

Lucerys took a step back as a dog does with its tail between its legs, his mother brought her arm around him to show her protectiveness over her son.

“Why?”

“It was an accident”

“An accident would be if you tripped and fell on Aemond, an accident would be if you shoved him not a severe injury of his eye”

“He called me a bastard”

“Then call him something as well, do not bring out a blade, Father, something needs to be done”

“My daughter, the boy has apologized and Aemond was the one that spewed such vile allegations”

“So that is it? A simple sorry is all you ask for my brothers' pain?”

“The princess is right, it is insufficient”

“What would you two have me do then?”

“Nothing, Father, you do not need to do anything”

(Y/n) walked to her father slowly, every pair of eyes followed the princess with suspicion, she was not known to have a temper and now she was talking back to the king himself.

“I will do it”

That was all that was said before the girl stole her fathers' blade and ran to attack her nephew, commands were called as she lunged at Prince Lucerys who was screaming, (y/n) pounced on him forcing him to fall on his back as she raised her blade.

Thankfully Ser Criston was swift and loved the princess too much to let her do such a thing, it could cost her life and the queen would never forgive herself if her dear daughter was lost.

Ser Criston grabbed her by her wrist and forced her onto her feet, with his other arm he wrapped it around her stomach and pulled her up, the dagger fell on the ground as the princess screamed.

“Take her to her chamber”

The king commanded whilst her twin brother and their mother followed the knight who held a hysterical princess who was acting like a captured animal, kicking and screaming.

“Let her be”

Aemond pleaded for her to be released from the tight hold Ser Criston had on her, after the door was locked by Alicent the young princess was carefully laid down by the knight on her bed while Aemond sat next to her as sobs took over her body.

“My dearest love, everything will be alright”

Alicent cooed at her as she brushed the hair out of her forehead with the utmost love a mother could hold, the scene that had unfolded was horrendous, if Criston had not been there she could have killed Prince Lucerys and only the Gods know what the price would that be for her to pay, howbeit Alicent was proud of how far would one twin go for the other, (y/n) did more to serve justice than their father did.

“Oh princess (y/n), I was just talking with our brother about you, I was thinking it would be such a wonderful miracle if by any chance (y/n) decided to grace us with her presence”

“Must you always be so over dramatic or am I just lucky?”

“The theatrics suit him, especially with the whole “do not talk to me I am the mysterious prince” attitude he has as of late”

(Y/n) nudged her brother Aegon and then let her hand grace by Aemonds fingers as she walked over to their sister, who seemed to be occupied with playing with a little trinket she had found and leaned to leave a gentle kiss on her cheek.

“How are you today Lele?”

For some odd reason (y/n) used to call her elder sister Lele when she was a toddler, Heleana did not mind, her smile grew wide at the warmth that (y/n) brought with just a simple question.

“Beware of the eyes that will follow you”

Heleana advised while she got a hold of (y/n)s hand, almost like she was begging, (y/n) only nodded, Heleana would often speak in riddles and sometimes (y/n) could not put the puzzle together until it was too late.

Before the conversation could go further the doors opened wide to reveal the king, her father, Viserys who was carried in by the knights.

Everyone solemnly took their seats, Aemond waited for (y/n) to sit before he could find his spot right next to her, as he always did.

“It both gladdens my heart and fills me with sorrow, to see these faces around the table, the faces most dear to me in all the world”

(Y/n) smirked at the last comment, certainly her father was talking mostly about the faces that were Rhaenyra, Daemon, and her nephews, she grew out of the tale that her father held any endearment for a long time ago, still sometimes she could feel the wound bleed.

“We must set aside our grievances, you have all your lives ahead of you, you must have each other to lean on as the Targaryens have always done, it is time to celebrate, Prince Jacaerys and Lucerys are to be married to their respectable betroths and cousins, Baela and Raena, I wish both of you the utmost luck, hold your wives close and honor them”

“I also wish to raise my cup to Prince Lucerys and Jacaerys, we have not seen them since we were young and now both of you have grown into men that are to be wed, may these two weddings be the beginning of following feasts for marriages for my children as well”

Alicent chimed in as everyone drank, (y/n) glanced at her twin brother who gulped at the wish of the queen and almost a certain shove of the thought of marriage to the front of their mind.

(Y/n) wished to marry, one day, often she would have dreams of holding a little babe and rocking it to sleep, she would have the most peaceful sleep when those dreams would occupy her mind, however, her gaze followed her beloved sister who was sitting next to her husband and brother Aegon, a marriage that had wrapped Heleana in sadness, Aegon was not abusive to her, though he was dismissive and would do his best to avoid her.

Would she end up like Heleana? Enduring wordless dinners and suffering through beddings to produce an heir? Then what? What would her life even look like if the man that she would lay with was someone she barely knew?

In the meantime if (y/n) slowly drifting in her little secluded world of terrifying thoughts about her grim marriage she was imagining to experience, Aemond was eyeballing his sister Helena who was dancing with prince Jacaerys, a ridiculous affair of the “noble” Jacaerys and his gullible sister, he was happy that his sister was giggling and enjoying herself yet he despised that it was with their nephew, what was the last nail in the coffin was when the servants found the only space for the roasted pig to be directly in front of him, bringing prince Lucerys to a giggle that infuriated Aemond to the point of bringing his fist down with a loud bang as he rose from his seat.

(Y/n) was rudely brought back to reality by the bang and caused her to jolt, she had not witnessed what caused Aemond to have this outburst but she was certain this would not end well.

“Aemond”

“Final tribute, to the health of my nephews, Jace, Luke, and Joffrey, each of them handsome, wise… strong”

“Gods”

She whispered but Aemond ignored it, he was too far deep in his anger and pent-up unfairness of what had happened to him to care if (y/n) found this improper.

“Let us drain our cups to these three, strong boys”

“I dare you to say that again”

“Why it was only a compliment, do you not think yourself strong boy?”

That was when all the seven rings of hell took place at the dinner table, the second Jacaerys landed the punch in Aemonds face (y/n) was on her feet and ran to get between him and Jacaerys and shove him off with all her might.

“That is enough, you do not get to put your hands on him”

“He taints my name”

“Really? Cause all I heard was a toast of a compliment, I did not know that specific word was such a sore subject”

“Why would you say such a thing in front of all these people?”

“I was merely expressing how proud I was of my family mother, though it seems like my nephews aren’t quite as proud of theirs”

Jacaerys took only two steps to lunge at the twins before Daemon and Rhaenyra intervened and got between them, (y/n) felt the hand of Aemond brush against hers but in this situation, she did not wish for any contact so she just pulled away with the excuse of fixing a few strands of her.

“Go to your chambers all of you now”

(Y/n) was the first to walk away, she defended Aemond but that doesn’t mean she was exclusively on his side, he lost his cool, this could have been peaceful but now they look like the villains while the strong boys only defended themselves.

Lucerys could not find sleep, the affairs of their dinner left him restless, he was young but not stupid, his mischievous nature was the one that caused such trouble and cause a fight to an outbreak, from an early age he felt the sudden burden of responsibility, now it left him with the cloud of shame over his head, he should have known better.

Aimlessly he walked through the corridors of the castle, his mind racing with thoughts and ideas of making this right, mayhaps an apology to Aemond would help and mend their ways, create a bond that has been long lost.

Lucerys was pulled out of his misery by sounds that came from a pathway unknown to him like someone was in pain, the instinct to follow that strange sound took over his judgment and his legs started to have a mind of their own as they directed him towards it, slowly Lucerys sneaked his way closer as the sound got audible enough to understand was not one of pain but of pleasure, a sound Lucerys had yet to hear or make, he ducked slightly to keep his presence in the dark when his eyes scanned the room for clues, that was when he saw it.

(Y/n) with her back against the wall and the light of candles being the only source that Lucerys could identify, her breasts were exposed as her legs were wrapped around the waist of a man, and his back was turned to Lucerys but the second he saw the long silver-white hair Lucerys knew who the man was, (y/n) was clawing at his back while Aemond left trails of butterfly kisses on her neck, his tongue going down to tease her and taste her sweat that to him was sweet nectar of the gods.

(Y/n) had her eyes closed as she felt the fire of passion take over her, surrendering to the animalistic nature of her love for Aemond, he held her tight and as close as possible, they both moaned and grunt as they could finally act the way they truly wanted, without having to place a mask of “family” over it, their Targaryen nature was frowned upon, especially by their mother who was tearing up at Heleanas wedding and had whispered to (y/n)

“Do not worry my little love, I will never wed you in such a monstrosity” so their flame was hidden behind subtle touches and passionate moments as they became one behind closed doors, they came to life together, they were each other first kiss, (y/n) was the first woman Aemond laid with on his chamber and Aemond was the first one to see her naked body.

(Y/n) leaned down to nibble on Aemonds earlobe and as she bit it to earn a grunt from him she opened her eyes only for her focus to go directly towards another pair who was spying, she knew those eyes, she knew them very well.

“He’s seen us”

“What?”

Aemond came to a halt and immediately turned his head to follow her instruction, that’s when he saw a figure, a man of short height and brown hair ran away, Aemond was furious, the little bastard had once again become a problem in his life.

“Come back you fool”

Aemond followed after him but having to hide his disheveled and naked skin while running up the stairs was not a great combination and Lucerys managed to safely escape without leaving a trail.

(Y/n) caught up to her brother and leaned to him with her chin resting on his shoulder, she was not concerned, if they were to find out she had made peace with the idea of being shunned by their mother, her love for Aemond would at some point come to life, albeit Aemond feared of exposure to a tremendous amount, his heart yearned for his beloved (y/n) who haunted his every waking moment and even kept him company as he drifted off to slumber, the heavy weight of his mothers' expectations, when it came to the one-eyed prince, was the chain that held him back.

“You think he will talk?”

“I have no idea, do not worry my sweet, I will take care of him when the time comes”

Lucerys wanted to help his mother, he witnessed the insufferable pain she hated at the birth of his sister that did not make it, this was his way of relieving some of her sorrow by proving to be of worth and good use when it came to her birthright of being the heir to the iron throne.

The shock that washed over him as the mighty Vhagar roared when Arrax landed was enough to make his blood go cold in his veins and a knot form in his throat from anxiety, Aemond had caught up to him, of course, the prince would support his older brother still no one could guess that Aemond himself would travel to Storms end to send the message.

“I’m Prince Lucerys Targaryen I am here as a messenger for my mother, queen Rhaenyra Targaryen”

The knights did not respond, they simply nodded and turned their backs on the prince who guessed that this was their sign to follow them, the place was grim and dim lighted, no wonder it is called storms end since the thunder was nipping at his heels as the clouds gathered and the sound of lighting would make the ground shake.

“Prince Lucerys Targaryen, son of Rhaenyra Targaryen”

One knight proclaimed as he came to a halt, his eyes found prince Aemond who was standing close to a lady, they seemed to be talking before Lucerys walked in, before he could start questioning the purpose of the lady he decided to divert his eyes towards the man who sat on the throne.

“Lord Borros, I brought you a message from my mother, the queen”

“Yet earlier this day I received an envoy from the king, which is it? King or queen? The house of the dragon does not seem to know who rules it, what’s your mothers' message”

Lucerys only passed the note his mother had written to the knight who took it and then released it on Lord Borros hand, after the note was taken from Lucerys his hand rested on his sword, he had sworn to not partake in any fighting but the presence of Aemond brought Lucerys in defense mode whilst Aemond was just simply standing.

“Remind me of my fathers' oath? At least King Aegon came with an offer, my swords and banners for a marriage pact, if I do as your mother bids, which one of my daughters will you wed?”

“My lord, I am not free to marry, I am already betrothed”

Lucerys could not help but side-eye Aemond while he denied the offer of a marriage, it was him that night that was sensually interacting with the princess, how could he leave her and offer himself to a Borros daughter? Was it just a spur of a moment that they deeply regret it? Was this just a sacrifice in their brothers' honor?

“So you come with empty hands, go home pup, and tell your mother that the lord of storms end is not a dog that she can whistle up and send up against her foes”

“I shall take your answer to the queen, my lord”

Lucerys was saddened by the answer on one side on the other when he turned his heel to walk away he could feel himself breathing normally again, and the urge to go home grew bigger, but not for long

“Wait, my lord strong, did you think you can just fly about the realm, trying to steal my brothers' throne at no cost?”

“I will not fight you, I came as a messenger”

“It is not a fight I ask of you, it is a fair trade”

“Of what?”

“An eye, your eye, one will do, I promise to not blind you, I plan to make a gift of it to my dearest sister, Princess (y/n)”

His voice dripped of honey as he uttered her name and took off his eye patch to reveal a bright sapphire underneath it, while a playful smirk danced on his lips.

Lucerys could recall a necklace that (y/n) was wearing at the dinner table, a big round sapphire necklace, suddenly he wondered if it was gifted to her by Aemond, a secret oath that only they could link.

The sound of a dagger falling on the ground and sliding towards Prince Lucerys forced goosebumps on his spine, Aemond had seen him, and Lucerys could tell by the way Aemonds hatred was masked with a challenge, the two siblings had a bone to pick with him and now Lucerys had managed to dig a deeper hole than before.

“Then you are craven as well as a traitor”

“Not here”

“Give me your eye! Or I will take it, bastard”

Lucerys did not care for what lord Borros was barking for, he just allowed his instinct of survival to take over and ran for his life with his target being Arrax, if he could make it to the sky then it shall be easier to get away.

Aemond was not a quitter, it was not the pain of his missing eye that angered him, it was seeing his sister cry and demand an answer, she and their mother was the only ones that defended him, (y/n) loved him enough that she raised a dagger to serve justice for him, and now the Lord strong dared to walk in on his only time that he could spend with her without any worries, the idea that Lucerys viewed her bare body while she moaned like the best of whores was enough to give him the push to go on Vhagar and up to the sky, lurking to find him in the rain.

“Māzigon hen ao mittys, bisa jēda ao daor dakogon, ao enkagon issa jorrāelagon jorrāelagon nykeā rudhy” (come out you fool, you cannot hide this time, you owe my dearest love a present)

He taunted Lucerys who feared for his life, now in the confinement of the sky Aemond felt confident enough to speak about that night, the night that (y/n) and Aemond made amends by hungrily kissing one another and causing pain by clawing and grabbing the flesh of the other and that damned Lucerys dared to interrupt their sacred time, the time that no rules were commanding their lives.

Vhagar was not (y/n)s dragon but a few times she had accepted the princess on her back, some would argue Vhagar went insane as he sensed the madness Aemond had or the strong love for his precious princess, whatever it was if you combine it with Arrax spewing fire at Vhagar it caused her to grow vicious beyond Aemonds strength.

“No Vhagar, serve me”

Aemond thought she would shake him off from anger, he didn’t know what was best, him dying or Vhagar ending one taking one big bite out of Arrax and Lucerys, After such intensity Aemond was speechless, as Vhagar kept flying Aemond could only look down at were the remains of the dragon and the prince was falling from.

All he could think about was (y/n), how could he tell her this? What would she do? Would she hate him? (Y/n) was never a vindictive person nor did she ever wish harm on anyone, ever since the driftmark incident (y/n) had pushed him to find peace and sat aside the grim day, now the blood of Lucerys was in his hands and would his love help him wash it off or cast him away as a gruesome killer?

Requests are open!

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animeomegas · 2 years

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Naruto boys and the inside jokes they have with their alpha

(some are n-sfw lol)

Naruto:

Yours and Naruto’s inside joke also kind of includes Sasuke, in that it’s about him, but Sasuke doesn’t find it funny and reacts with violence whenever you two bring it up.

(I stole this from that post I reblogged not long ago.)

Sasuke said dattebayo by accident once. He immediately wanted to forget it ever happened, but you and Naruto don’t let him.

Whenever Sasuke asks you for anything, you always say ‘only if you say dattebayo’ as if you were asking him to say please.

“Pass me that kunai, dobe.”

“Hmm, only if you say dattebayo.”

“...”

“Yeah Sasuke! Remember your manners!”

“I’m killing you both.”

Sasuke:

It happened during one of his bad days.

You were at a loss of what to do to help him when he was miserable and stuck in his own head.

Your last hope was that maybe some physical contact with you would offer some comfort for him.

You put a hand on his knee and just to make sure he was okay with it, you said “Does this help?”

Sasuke blinked at you for a moment before he cracked a smile against his will.

You realised that you just asked if you putting a hand on his knee helped his massive trauma filled breakdown...

You flushed and tried to back pedal, but Sasuke wouldn’t let you.

Now, whenever one of you is stressed or tired or grumpy, the other puts their hand on their knee and says “does this help?”

“The mission was shit.”

“Oh, I’m sorry... Does this help?”

“I hate you so much.”

Neji:

You and Neji were at the park, watching your daughter play, as normal, when you got chatting to another parent.

Everything was fine until they called their child over and called them by name... Pika Pika.

This parent had genuinely named their child sparkly...

You and Neji made significant eye contact and when you got home, couldn’t stop laughing about it.

Now, whenever something needs to be named, whether it be a plant or a pet, whatever, one of you always suggests Pika Pika, in the most serious voice you can muster.

“I bought this little plant for the kitchen from the market. It needs a name.”

“Hmm, how about Pika Pika?”

“The 7th?”

“Yes, Pika Pika the 7th.”

Shikamaru:

Your inside jokes with Shikamaru are absolutely at his expense.

Mainly on the topic of his weird Nara obsession thing and his old habit of trying to get away from his dad and to you by climbing out of the window.

You once saw those spikes that people use to discourage birds from landing on their rooves and windows, and decided to cover your window sills with them as a joke.

Shikamaru’s unimpressed face sent you cackling to the ground.

Now, your kitchen window sill not only has spikes on it, but also a ‘do not cross’ sign and red tape in an ‘X’ shape.

People always ask why, but you both refuse to explain.

“I still have no idea where you found a bunch of miniature red cones.”

“Don’t they suit our window sill perfectly though?”

“That’s what you said about the ‘no entry’ sign you stole.”

“And I was right, just like I am now.”

Chouji:

This inside joke is about Chouji’s magic touch with pups.

Like, he can keep even the most unruly pup or the most fussy baby calm, it’s like magic.

Before you had pups, you used to always say “You’re going to be an amazing oma/dad one day.” when Chouji would interact with his friends’ pups.

It was cute, but it become something of a habit, hence why, when you had your first pup, you turned to Chouji and said “You’re going to be an amazing oma/dad one day.” as he literally cradled your new baby.

Sleep deprived, you both just blinked at each other, processing what you said. It was pretty funny.

Now, whenever he does anything with your pup, you say that line. It always makes Chouji smile and roll his eyes.

“Shh, come here little one, it’s dinner time.”

“Damn, you’re going to make a wonderful oma/dad one day 😌”

“🙄”

Kiba:

Whilst breastfeeding one of his many, many children, he had a milk clot in one of his breasts.

His doctor said to use that breast often with feedings to encourage the clot out, which Kiba immediately decided meant you had to suck on his tit of course.

When he brought it up, you genuinely and with a concerned voice said “but babe, I’m lactose intolerant 😞”

Kiba cracked up laughing for like an hour.

Now, whenever one of you asks the other to do something, they use that response.

“Hey Kiba, can you do some laundry real quick?”

“Sorry... I’m lactose intolerant :( “

Kakashi:

You were punishing him in bed (spanking) and wanted him to count up the number he was going to get.

You were giving him 20 for disobeying you, 5 for talking back to you, 5 for being too slow getting his collar and 5 more because he talked back again.

You teasingly asked him to add up how many he was going to get.

He said 35, which was correct.

But you had added them incorrectly in your head and confidently said “Wrong.”

Kakashi’s brows furrowed. You could see him running over the number again in his head.

At this point, you started to feel self-conscious and added them up again, realising that you’d made an embarrassing mistake.

“I mean, that’s right.”

Kakashi snorted and the mood was ruined and you ended up stopping the scene.

Now, whenever one of you is obviously doing something correctly, you just say ‘wrong’ to the other one.

“Wrong.”

“I’m just putting on my shoes...”

“Wrong.”

Gaara:

Gaara will almost always get inside jokes wrong.

He doesn’t really understand them, but he thinks he does.

This creates inside jokes. Meta inside jokes, if you will.

One time, Gaara misspoke and said ‘broccoli’ when you asked him his favourite drink because he was distracted and thought you were aksing about dinner for some reason.

You laughed and next time he asked you a question, you said ‘broccoli’ back and then had to explain what an inside joke was.

A few weeks later, you were having dinner with his family when Kankuro asked what Gaara put in the sauce because he liked it.

Gaara smiled and said ‘broccoli’ before giving an exaggerated and very awkward wink and then looking at you for approval.

Kankuro and Temari sat there confused as you burst out laughing at his attempt at copying the inside joke.

And Gaara sat there proudly, thinking he’d made you laugh by successfully using the inside joke.

“This sauce is great, what did you put in it?”

“Broccoli :D”

“🤣”

(Ran out of ideas for the rest, so that’s it for now lol. Let me know your favourite.)

#naruto #hcs #gaara #kakashi #sasuke #neji #shikamaru #kiba #chouji #reader insert #n-sfw #omegaverse #a/b/o #headcanons #gn reader

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feelmyskinonyourskin · 11 months

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Always a Rangers Fan to Me - Frank Castle x Reader

@hellskitchenswhore asked for a Frank fic based on She's Always A Woman by Billy Joel and I wanted to write an eloquent fic weaving love and passion between reader and Frank. Instead, it came out as this dumpster fire. Based very much in my own personal love of hockey and how the only thing wrong with Frank Castle is that he's a Rangers fan. It's really dumb, please look away...

Reader's pronouns aren't mentioned.

Warnings: Some arguing, pet names like sweetheart, swearing because it's Frank, reader is a Pittsburgh Penguins fan. Did not really proof read this.

WC: 650

*I never give permission for my fics, manips, or any other original creation I post on this site to be copied, posted elsewhere, translated, or fed into any AI program. The only platform I currently post anything on is Tumblr. Thanks!*

“You’re a real fucking piece of work Frank, you know that? Going through my things and then getting mad about what you find?!” you shout

“Jesus Christ sweetheart, what do you want me to say? I was looking for that hoodie you stole from me and I found it. It was an accident that I found it, but you have some serious fucking explaining to do.”

“I don’t have to explain anything to you.”

He throws the object that started the whole argument on the floor at your feet.

“Yes you goddamn do.”

The crumpled up Sidney Crosby Pittsburgh Penguins jersey lays like a weight between the two of you. It's your most prized possession, something you kept hidden from him. But now the cat was out of the bag.

“No.” you reply, firmly

“What?”

“I said no.” you repeat

“You are so goddamn stubborn sometimes.”

“Oh like you’re one to talk.”

“At least I don’t fucking lie to the people I love.” Frank responds

“It wasn’t a lie… it was a half truth. To impress you. When we first met.”

“You told me you were a Rangers fan.”

“Nooo. I said that I was a hockey fan and had been to some Rangers games since moving to New York.”

He just stares you down with those signature brown eyes, nostrils flaring, waiting for a response.

“I’m sorry. For not telling you.” you say, looking like a little kid who got caught stealing cookies before dinner.

“S’okay baby” he says, his face softening as he stretches out a hand to invite you closer to him

“Pfft that I don’t believe.” you say with an eye roll

“Goddamnit. Here.” He kicks the jersey towards you and turns to stomp away “You and your goddamn flightless bird team…”

His heavy boots hit the hardwood with every step, reverberating through the apartment as he goes to open the window and sit on the fire escape.

“Frankie…” your pitiful voice stops him in his tracks “Can I have a kiss please. Before you go?”

He sighs. He can’t say no to you.

“Course sweetheart.”

He turns back to you, your soft smile practically melting his heart. But he’s known you long enough to not be fooled, the devilish glint in your eyes telling another story. He steps towards you cautiously. He’s just a few steps from you when your expression shifts, looking at the precious item of yours he so unceremoniously threw on the floor.

“Mmm nevermind, I’m still a little mad at you.”

“Jesus… Wait why the hell are you mad at me? You’re the one who lied.” he asks

“Yeah but you went through my stuff and yelled at me over nothing really…”

He sighs. “You’re right it’s kinda nothing. It’s just some dumb sports teams.”

“Yeah and I mean your team sucks, so you really don’t have any ground to stand on.”

There’s the twist of the knife he knows you can’t resist.

He wants to make a snide remark back about how the Rangers made the playoffs this year and the Penguins didn’t, but he refrains, the sad look in your eyes stopping him from saying something else dumb. He opts to close the gap between you instead, picking up the jersey just before wrapping his arms around you and pressing a kiss to your temple.

“I love you sweetheart. And I always will. Even when the playoffs come around and the Rangers beat your dumb bird team again.”

“Oh wow how are the Rangers gonna win? Is Trouba gonna cheap shot all my good players again so they win against basically a minor league team because they aren’t good enough to win for real?” you retort

“Oh I’ll show you cheap shot.” he says with a smirk

And with that statement he picks you up in one motion to carry you to bed, to settle the argument there.

Sorry this was so self indulgent and dumb.

#frank castle #frank castle x reader #the punisher #pittsburgh penguins #new york rangers #marvel fic #x reader #lol i might delete this because it's so dumb

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darkened-writer · 1 year

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imagine| VIPERS NO MORE

request|| Ok hear me out, could I request an Alicent x reader story where the reader jumps in front of Rhaenyra. Reader had been a companion to both Alicent and Rhaenyra in the past. Reader's face gets like sliced. Alicent is really upset and she blames herself for everything, you can choose the ending.

pairing|| Alicent Hightower x Fem! Reader

word count|| 2217

warnings|| blood, violence, childhood yearning?

notes|| MERRY CHRISTMAS to whomever celebrates! I’ve been seriously itching to get this request done so I hope you enjoy! I am also willing to make into a mini series. The request was from @memarrymilf !

“How could you allow such a thing to happen?”

The king, Viserys, was berating the poor knight in front of him. Alicent Hightower, the queen, sat next to her son with a horribly worried expression. Eyebrows creased, eye speaking of being in thought.

“Who had the watch?”

“Young prince was attacked by his own cousins, Your Grace.”

You, Rhaenyra and Alicent’s associate and long time friend, stuck by Daemon Targaryen’s children, wiping blood from their small and sad faces. You knew the heartbreak of losing a parent, your own father having been killed in an old war between royals. And, now having lost a dragon that was promised, you felt heavily for the two girls.

“You swore oaths to protect and defend my blood!”

“I’m very sorry, Your Grace. The Kingsguard has never had to defend princes from princes, Your Grace–”

“That is no answer!”

Alicent’s voice chimed in, “It will heal, will it not, maester?” She sounded forlorn.

“The flesh will heal. But the eye is lost, Your Grace.”

Alicent and Viserys staggered at the news of their son’s eye now being lost, and you felt bad for her. A mother only wants the best for her children.

“Where were you?” Alicent began to antagonize her older son, “Me?”

The answer wasn’t satisfactory, so the woman slapped him and he shook in fear at the anger on her face.

“Ow! What was that for?”

“That was nothing compared to the abuse your brother suffered while you were drowning in your cups, you fool.” The Regal Hightower woman was seething in anger, a sight that was not rare now a days and never was really welcomed, for she was a force to be reckoned with. But before anyone else could possibly speak or do anything, doors opened and Corlys and Rhaenys rushed down the stairs.

“What is the meaning of this?”

“Baela, Rhaena! What happened? What happened?” The older woman immediately embraced the two girls. Corlys went front and center while Rhaenys was examining the girls for significant wounds. The grand doors opened with a creak and Rhaenyra Targaryen came waltzing in with a face stricken with intense, maternal worry, but what was odd was Daemon was trailing behind her; he looked a bit disheveled, and even you could infer what had been going on. But, on Baela and Rhaena’s mothers funeral day? You felt sick for the girls.

“Jace? Luke!” Rhaenyra rushed to kneel in front of them, trying to assess the damage of Lucerys’s nose.

“Show me. Show me.”

His small hand moved from his nose, and a fresh gush of blood fell.

“Who did this?”

“They attacked me!”

“He attacked Baela!”

“He broke Luke’s nose!”

The children continued to shout and make their own arguments and claims of what had happened, “He stole my mother’s dragon!”

“Enough.”

“He was gonna kill Jace! I didn’t do anything!”

“Enough–”

“It should be my son telling the tale!” Alicent now joined the chorus of cries and shouts, until–

“Silence!”

Instantaneous silence at the Kings yell, Jace leaned down to his mother’s ear to whisper something that made her face go deathly pale as she rose. It must’ve been the phrase that started the physical altercation, ‘Bastard’.

“Aemond…” The King made his way down the small bit of stairs slowly, “I will have the truth of what happened. Now.”

“What else is there to hear? Your son has been maimed. Her son is responsible.” Alicent chimed in, “It was a regrettable accident.” Rhaenyra argued back.

“Accident? The Prince Lucerys brought a blade to the ambush. He meant to kill my son.”

“It was my sons who were attacked and forced to defend themselves. Vile insults were levied against them.” Rhaenyra interrupted the Queen from continuing.

Viserys’ perked up, “What insults?”

“The legitimacy of my sons’ birth was put loudly to question.”

“What?”

“He called us bastards.”

The room went silent, even a drop of fabric could be heard across the room.

“My sons are in line to inherit the Iron Throne, Your Grace. This is the highest of treasons. Prince Aemond must be sharply questioned so we might learn where he heard such slanders.”

Aemond peeked from the rather large chair he was sat upon, looking Jace directly in the eye as Rhaenyra spoke, sending a chill up your spine at the view of his now lost eye, bloody, bruised, and mutilated.

“Over an insult? My son has lost an eye.” Alicent’s hand roughly gestured to Aemond.

“You tell me, boy. Where did you hear this lie?”

“The insult was training yard bluster.” Alicent interrupted, “The lot of boys. It was nothing.”

“Aemond… I asked you a question.” A pause, before Alicent spoke once again, “Where is Ser Laenor, I wonder? The boys’ father? Perhaps he might have some say in the matter?”

“Yes. Where is Ser Laenor?”

“I do not know, Your Grace. I… could not find sleep. I had gone out to walk.” Of course she had been on an escapade with her uncle, though it was not hard to doubt considering their tensions when she was just a girl.

“Entertaining his young squires, I would venture.”

There was not a single breath except for the hateful looks both Rhaenys and Corlys sent Alicent. Viserys ignored the looks and continued his earlier conversation with his injured son.

“Aemond… look at me. Your king demands an answer. Who spoke these lies to you?”

Pregnant silence, before he spoke, “It was Aegon.”

“Me?” The other boy looked terrified, “And you, boy? Where did you hear such calumnies? Aegon! Tell me the truth of it!”

“We know, Father…” The room suddenly felt thick with smog, “Everyone knows. Just look at them.”

Most of everyone in the room peers at Rhaenyra and her darling sons, her hand laid calmly on her youngest head, tears welling up in her beautiful eyes. Your own hand came to rest on her shoulder as a semblance of comfort in such a stress filled and embarrassing situation. Alicent visibly looked saddened, but you knew deep down she most likely felt satisfied about his answer, but her eyes lingered on your hand placed firmly on her old friends shoulder.

“This interminable infighting must cease! All of you! We are family! Now, make your apologises and show good will to one another. Your father, your grandsire, your king demands it!”

The sick and wholly decrepit man, our king, began to walk away, his cane clicking against the ground against the awkward silence. Alicent looked frankly appalled on her husband's words, tears in her eyes mirroring Rhaenyra’s.

“That is insufficient.” He turns around to look at Alicent, “Aemond has been damaged permanently, My King. “Good will” cannot make him whole.”

“I know, Alicent, but I cannot restore his eye.”

“No, because it’s been taken.”

“What would you have me do?”

“There is a debt to be paid. I shall have one of her son’s eyes in return.”

The room began to murmur and stir, your eyes widening at her proposition. Your grip tightened on Rhaenyra, helping her push her sons back and away from danger.

“My dear wife…–”

“He is your son, Viserys. Your blood.”

“Do not… allow your temper to guide your judgment.” He shares brief eye contact with Daemon.

“If the King will not seek justice, the Queen will. Ser Criston… bring me the eye of Lucerys Velaryon.”

“Mother!” The small boy shouts, and you turn to look at Daemon, who seems more antsy than before, worried.

“Alicent…”

“The one you choose can choose which eye to keep, a privilege neither of them granted my son.”

“You will do no such thing.” Rhaenyra defended, beginning to look just as worried as Daemon; if not worse.

“Stay your hand.”

“No, you are sworn to me!” She yells to Ser Criston, “As your protector, My Queen.”

A sense of relief washed over you, Alicent looking more and more disappointed by the second.

“Alicent, this matter… is finished. Do you understand?” The king and queen share eye contact for a moment, before the king turns to leave the whole situation all together, but he must leave a brief message.

“And let it be known: anyone whose tongue dares to question the birth of Princess Rhaenyra’s sons should have it removed.”

“Thank you, Father.”

Rhaenyra leans down to console her sons once again, yourself choosing to look to Rhaenyrs, until chaos strikes. Alicent moved steady towards Rhaenyra with the blade Viserys usually carried at his side, looking like a woman on a mission, and various people began to shout which alerted her to the oncoming attack; but before Alicent could get to Rhaenyra, you grappled her arm holding the blade, holding her firmly in place as Rhaenyra stood shocked at your defense of her.

“You’ve gone too far.”

“I? What have I done but what was expected of me? Forever upholding the kingdom , the family, the law. While Rhaenyra flouts all about to do as she pleases. Where is duty? Where is sacrifice? It’s trampled under her pretty foot again.”

“Release the blade, Alicent.” Her father, Otto Hightower, spoke, but she did not listen.

“And now she’s take my son’s eye, and to even that, she feel entitled.”

“Exhausting, wasn’t it? Hiding beneath the cloak of your own righteousness. But now they see you as you really are.” Rhaenyra’s words came from behind you and with a push away, the blade penetrates your face within a fast and quick instance, conjuring up blood at your cheek that slips down, down, until the crimson liquid hits the marbled floor with a firm splash. Her face is void and open in shock at what she had just done, shellshocked. The blade in her hand tumbling down and hitting the floor to mirror the bloodshed that she had just committed. Rhaenyra caught you as you fell back in your own shock.

Your old friend, someone you had been especially close to since childhood, sliced your face open.

But, now Aemond was up from his seat, eyes turning to him instead of the commotion.

“Do not mourn me, Mother.” She looks at him, “It was a fair exchange. I may have lost an eye… but I gained a dragon.”

“This proceeding is at an end.”

Ser Criston releases Daemon, and he makes haste in reuniting his children and Rhaenyra, looking at Alicent with the same gaze as the rest of the family, stern, dark, and direct. Your gaze however is sad, seeing the beautiful woman you had longed for now crying tears of regret and blame. Rhaenyra was hailing for the maester to help you, but within the blood flowing into your eyes, you could see Alicent making her way out of the room, obviously upset.

You couldnt follow her though, as the blood kept coming, and coming. The pain now arising now that the adrenaline was wearing off.

“Stitch her up, please!”

Rhaenyra was panicking, but you just let them drag you off to get cleaned up.

“Lady L/N, Your Grace…”

The red clad handmaiden introduced you into Alicent’s room, and the older womans gaze leapt to the door immediately. Taking in the gash across your face, the dried blood lingering on your hairline, and the missing piece of lip from your face.

You didnt look grotesque by any means, but that didnt stop her from looking visibly shaken by your appearance.

The Handmaidens bowed and left the room swiftly, leaving you two alone along with the fireplace. Alicent was wearing a fured piece over her dress, looking stunning next to the warm light of the fire.

“Say your piece..”

“What piece would that be?”

Her eyes were on the fire, trying not to make eye contact.

“I lost composure.. Assaulted you. Almost assaulted the princess. Word is spreading that I’ve gone ‘mad’.”

Alike to her childhood-self, she was intensely fiddling with her fingers, peeling back skin, hurting herself, so you let your hands drift to hers to stop it.

“I disgraced myself… assured that our past friendship as a trio is now within fire.”

“Alicent-”

“It was an ugly thing and its all my fault.”

“You acted based off of the fact that your son lost an eye.You are a mother, mothers will protect.”

Her bottom lip quivered, eyes watery and tracing your new scar.

“The Maester… he said it’ll scar but Valaryian Steel cuts clean.”

“I hurt you… I..-”

Her hand reached up and gently outlined the red and bulging cut, before her thumb settled on your bottom lip, lingering, waiting.

“I scarred your pretty face…”

“Pretty? Alicent..”

“Shh.. just listen. I.. I regret never acting on such feelings I held in my youth. Feeling that would have people hailing from the streets that I am, Queer. But now that I am older.. married and a mother, I can't help but yearn for you once again..”

A tender look, one of great and long love that has aged over time was painted over her face.

“I love you.. Gods… I have loved you for years…”

“Kiss me.”

Her face sprung with surprise.

“What?”

“Kiss me, Alicent…”

With the hand she had held to your face, she cupped your jawline with a passion she hasn't held in forever, and connected your lips together like a completed puzzle.

Vipers No More.

#xreader #fanfiction #house of the dragon #hotd x reader #hotd fanfic #hotd #house of the dragon x reader #alicent x reader #hotd alicent #alicent hightower #fanfic

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"Summertime" Leon S Kennedy x Reader -- Part One

(A/N: A Lifeguard AU where the only umbrella is for the blocking sun’s rays and rain.

Isn’t this pretty random of you, Erica? Well, yes, but I had decided to rewatch Aquamarine during Mermay and WHAM—idea! I actually haven’t finished rewatching the movie because of Leon.

Warnings: Mentions of a minor scrape on the skin.

Word Count: 1,350 words)

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Every summer for the past few years was spent at the same beach club. The same comfortable atmosphere, friendly owner’s of the beach club, and water-loving regulars. Not to forget the salty air, good food, and a lifeguard that you would trust with your life.

Thankfully.

The bonus? The lifeguard was gorgeous. Not to forget smart and caring. People either ignored him, gave him side-eyes, or swooned at the mere sway of his shiny hair. Some considered him a popular attraction. So serious with his job, however with an interesting sense of humor. If you ever got it out of him. That was Leon Kennedy.

Your friend laughed no matter how funny Leon’s jokes were. They were definitely a fan.

Stepping onto the hot sand, you spotted your friend’s beach umbrella.

You sighed.

Of course they would, you thought.

They had planted the umbrella a few paces away from the Lifeguard tower. Directly in Leon’s line of sight.

You readjusted the tote bag on your shoulder. Calm breaths came easier as long as you kept moving to your destination. If you needed to say anything, you’d keep it short. A simple ‘hi’ went a long way.

You got this. Just walk.

As you entered Leon’s peripheral vision, he turned his head in your direction.

No one and no thing escaped his attention.

“Hey.” Leon gave a small wave from his seat.

“Hey,” you replied automatically. “How’s the weather up there?”

“Sunny and partly cloudy.”

“Nice.”

Movement stole your attention away from the man. Your friend was making quick hand gestures from underneath the umbrella.

What?

Resisting the urge to reach inside your tote and toss a water bottle at them, you simply made your way to the towels.

“Are you dehydrated already?” You asked.

“No.” Your friend leaned close. “Did you see his smile? He totally smiled at you.”

Slipping out of your shoes, you sat down.

“You saw it, didn’t you?”

“I was a little distracted by my choice in small talk.” You shrugged off your bag. “I hate small talk. It’s uncomfortable and weird. Not the good weird.”

“He could be still looking at you from behind those sunglasses.” They hummed mischievously and rummaged through the tote bag.

You narrowed your eyes playfully. “Don’t put thoughts in my head.”

“He does have a good view.”

You scoffed, covering your laugh. “You’re adding to those thoughts—not the fun ones. Ones where I’m too aware of what I’m doing and how I look.” You grabbed a bottle of water. “I came to enjoy the scenery.”

“Didn’t we all?” They wiggled their eyebrows before tearing into a bag of snacks.

* *

Passing time by indulging in your curiosities had you by the shoreline. Soft warm bubbles of the water tickled your skin with each wave.

I have to get up earlier for this, you thought. Or wait until low tide.

You were looking for small treasures in the sand. Shark teeth, unique shells, shiny rocks, and the like. Usually you always brought the shells back to the water. That was still your plan.

But plans could be sidelined.

Pain erupted on your shoulder with such a force you fell over.

“Ah.”

Crap.

A volleyball bounced across the shore.

Seriously? You thought and looked down. Right on the shells. Of course.

“I’m sorry!” A tanned beachgoer apologized as their friend went after the ball.

“Yeah. Uh. It was an accident.” You brushed off your hands, treasures scattered the ground.

They nodded and walked off awkwardly.

Movement off to the side caught your attention.

Leon had ran over quickly, the sunlight accentuating his defined arms.

“Hey, are you hurt?” He asked, kneeling down.

“I’m fine.”

You stood up and his gazed dropped to your knees.

“That’s not my definition of fine.”

You cringed.

There were scrapes on your knee. Thankfully, not both of them. Some how.

“Come on, let’s go take care of that,” Leon said softly.

He walked you back to your towel to sit before he jogged to the lifeguard tower and fetched the first aid kit.

“He’s in action,” your friend cheered from close by.

You waved them off.

Chill. He has ears you know, you thought. Not that your friend could hear you.

“Does it hurt anywhere?” He questioned and opened the kit as he approached.

“Just stings.”

“Alright.” He knelt beside you. “I’ll just need to clean it up to prevent any infections, okay?”

“Okay.”

You were surprised you could hear Leon clearly over the beating of your heart.

How different and alarmingly surprising did your day turn out? It went from your friend teasing to collecting small shark teeth to Leon treating your knee?

What was the universe trying to tell you?

“There.” Leon had finished putting a bandage on your knee. “May I check your shoulder? You took quite a hit.”

“Yeah.” You took a peek at it. “It’s gonna be sore later.”

“Probably.” He poked, prodded, and checked your arm’s mobility.

Just breathe. He’s checking you’re fine, you thought. And is really gentle. Very close.

“Any pain?”

“Nope. Just a little tender.”

Leon nodded.

“Well, putting some ice on it will ease any discomfort. If it’s more than sore tomorrow, come and let me know.”

“Okay.” You smiled. “Thank you.”

“No problem. Just watch out for flying objects.” He then added, “If I’m going to spend time with you, I’d rather you not be hurt.”

Your eyes widened.

With a wide half-smile, Leon stood up. He left the first aid kit by the tower before he went off towards the people playing volleyball.

A high-pitched squeal from your friend sealed the memory in your brain forever.

* *

Meanwhile, back in the room. All was excited and communicated.

What else was there to do when getting refreshed? Definitely talking about Leon Kennedy, at least.

“The volleyball of destiny brought him to you,” your friend exclaimed from in front of the mirror.

“Volleyball of destiny?” You repeated, leaning against the wall. “If it’s from destiny, why is it choosing now and not the other summers we’ve been here?”

“Don’t question destiny. Just say, ‘thank you’ and go with it.”

“Thank you, destiny…for not knocking me out.”

You kept in your laugh.

“I think you mean: thank you for blessing me with the closeness of Leon Kennedy.”

“Yes, thank you.” You chuckled. “And thank you, universe, for Leon Kennedy.”

Your friend clapped dramatically.

“Finally! Something exciting’s happening.”

“Hey now,” you held up your hands. “I’m not going to be accident prone, okay? I’m an adult not a kid dodging sports at P.E. everyday.”

They turned around from the sink area.

“Look, just…at least talk to Leon more. Real sentences.”

“I’ll do my best—at being me. No promises on…no fake sentences?”

“Alright, fine. Let’s go. I’m ready for more!” They announced and lead the way out of the room.

Remaining in the air conditioning or finding shade was a well-tuned skill. Something needed around noon.

You and your friend were grabbing a bite to eat inside for lunch. Enjoying the air conditioning full-heartedly.

Thankfully, you both arrived fast enough from your room to get a table. The beach club could get pretty busy.

The two of you were absorbing the atmosphere in silence as others moved about the large room with chatter. Chairs skidding across the flooring. Kids cried for their lost fries. It was definitely summertime.

Glancing around, your eyes spotted Leon. Relaxed and tall, Leon.

In a blink of an eye, he caught your gaze.

The second you were about to avert all eye contact—he smiled.

Turning away with a smile of your own, you awaited your friend’s commentary. The wait wasn’t long. They seemed to see everything.

“If you two keep smiling at each other like that, I’m going to revert to writing fanfiction.”

“What?”

“The past two summers,” they explained, “I really thought one of you would make a move. I’m invested and impatient.”

“Chill. I’m not gonna implode without him.”

“The universe said differently today. Wait until tomorrow.”

You blinked. “That was ominous.”

~~~

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I just need a random ass conversation with Eddie about your child’s school calling you for something ridiculous. Thank you and I love you☺️❤️

Hiii babes!! Ask and you shall receive, I did a few because I can’t help myself and also I love you more💖

*these are indeed random and ridiculous so enjoy Eddie being a menace and also a proud girl dad*

“She wanted them” “So? She also wants a pony and to be the queen of middle earth.” “I mean there can’t be a Queen of all middle earth that’s like not a thing.” “Edward.” “Sorry but what’s the big deal? They look cool.” “She walked into preschool with a skull tattoo on her neck and a sword on her arm.” “I mean…they wash off.” “She can’t go back until they are gone.” “Oh god forbid someone wanna show a little character and individuality at that stuck up school.” “Eddie she’s four.”

“Wait she did what?” “She walked around singing a certain song that the teacher just thinks isn’t the most appropriate.” “What song?” “Wild side.” “Motley Crue? Who’s been letting her listen to that shit?” “I’m expanding her horizons Eddie don’t be rude.” “Well look at all the good that’s doing for her.”

“She can’t wear that jacket.” “Sweetheart is cold as hell outside she has to wear it.” “I’m aware how cold it is Eddie but the last time she wore that she accidentally hurt someone with the spikes on it.” “You’re fucking with me right now.” “I wish I was.” “It’s a jacket…how did she hurt someone with it?” “She’s crafty” “She’s a violent little thing isn’t she? Wonder where she gets that from.” “I’d smack you if my hands weren’t full.” “Actually I don’t wonder. I know exactly where she gets it from.”

“Guess what our genius little girl did at school today.” “Good or bad?” “Good.” “Oh that’s a switch up.” “Baby don’t say things like that she can’t help she’s just misunderstood and forced to go to that lame ass preschool.” “Eddie it’s Hawkins there’s only two preschools we got to choose from and you liked this one the best because it had a better playground. But what did she do?” “Well it was like a lesser of two evils type of choice. But she got like one of those weekly awards the teacher gives out for being helpful!” “I’m gonna cry.” “That makes two of us.” “We aren’t totally fucking up this parenting thing then huh? If she’s winning awards for being helpful.” “Nope we aren’t totally fucking it up. I’d say we are doing pretty damn good but then again she makes it easy.”

“Some little shit pushed our baby off the swing set.” “Eddie it was an accident he was pushing her and she just slid off the seat.” “Nope I’m not buying it. This was premeditated. I just know it.” “Premeditated? You’re being dramatic.” “I bet it was the same fucker who stole her crayons last week.” “Edward Munson you can’t call a little kid a fucker.” “I’m gonna get to the bottom of this.” “Please enlighten me on what you’re going to do when you find out who did it?” “I’m gonna give their parents a piece of my mind” “Oh you will?” “I mean…I’ll stand behind you while you do it…” “That’s what I thought.” “I can’t help it that our little girl’s mom is ten times more intimidating than her dad is.”

#dad eddie munson #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson request #dad!eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson concept #eddie munson fic #Eddie Munson #my little dungeon master baby #dad!eddie x mom!reader

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I don’t send requests often but I was wondering if you could do a junkrat (could be any style of writing you like) with an s/o who’s like the complete opposite of him like dark goth pretty silent and collected but like they just match and get along and junk is the only person they really show emotion around? Idk if this makes sense or sounds weird ignore if you want lol :P 🫶

Hey! Guys sorry for my Short delayed of producing this ask, I haven’t been feeling great and I have a fever so that great! ^^ thank you for waiting so patiently! I will be doing this more of a HeadCannon? Sorry it also so short! I’m not goth nor even close to it so I didn’t want to put stereotypes on Goth people because that is unfair not only to you guys but to everyone who enjoy goth readers

* Cues Jamison Infamous giggles.* “ What a pretty weird girl like you doing here?!?”

- when he first met you he through you were gorgeous but didn’t understand your style, I mean look at him, he blows stuff up and his wild while you look so calm and collected. It took a minute and a little bonk on the head from Roadhog for him to apologize and grumble about how it was not a rude thing.

- it took a minute for junkrat to realize how much he actually cared about you and loved you more than just a person who he knows. ( even if you tried to show your feelings i bet he oblivious about how love is and just think your trying to butter up to him.”

- “ Hey! you! do you want to go out with me! Like just me! I promise I won’t blow anything up! Just with you.” He pointed a finger at you as he almost look defensive, “ cmon me promising of not blowing stuff up is like.. never a thing!” He whines at you as you just gave him a raise of an eyebrow and a tilt of the head.

- that turned out to be a lie, he set the restaurant on fire on “accident;” apologizing profusely to you about how he didn’t mean to. The look he gave you look like a kitten who just got dumped in a bath.

- Sometimes you’ll find him touch your black clothing or going through your accessories glancing against all of them trying to feel them all the time because of the sensation of how the feeling is, there definitely a moment where he will try to put your clothing on, only to realize that it not his size which a pout and a huff would increase.

- anytime he accidentally mess up your clothing or rips it, he will try to go to Mei without you noticing your clothing and beg her to sew it up, and if Mei feels nice or mean and leaves him to accept his fate you can bet he will sleep on the couch thinking you don’t want the one person who destroyed your expensive clothing.

- you will always be around Jamison before he can cause massive chaos insured by you giving a little tug on his clothing and a look of “ that not the right time.” Which he will listen to you no matter what.

- sometimes he will grab your hand no matter how soft or rough it is and slowly put your hand on his just feeling and looking at the size of each other hand. “ you know… i appreciate you sometimes, DONT TELL ANYONE. But it true.” Cues him giggling like a school girl when you gave him a smile and nodded.

———————| Voice lines before battle|———-

Junkrat: We should stay hidden we don’t want the paparazzi finding us!

Reader: Even if they did they wouldn’t notice you.

Junkrat: Look at this Disgustingness Mei even sew up my clothing, it like she stole my identity!

Reader: …It looks nice…

Reader: Let work together to finish this once in for all

Junkrat: WHEN HAVE YOU EVER ACTED LIKE A SUPERHERO ?!?!

#overwatch #overwatch x reader #darlingfics #overwatch headcanons

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zoeyslament · 6 months

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10 Letters to Mom - Mischa angst

Mischa is instructed to write letters to his mother as if she were still alive to cope with losing her. He doesn’t write often, but the letters convey a lot.

Letters from Mischa Bachinski to his late mom, translated from his slightly broken English by Ezra Lamb, St. Cassian’s student, in memory of the boy, lost to the September 14th accident.

Letter 1: Dated September 9th, 2008

Dear mom,

The counselor says I should write to someone I love to practice my English. And so, I am writing to you. Perhaps I will burn these letters by firelight, in hopes the smoke will travel up to you.

Canada is not as nice as I thought it would be. Classes are terrible. In maths I have to sit between a snotty ginger and a strange poet boy. It makes no sense, how all of these people exist together in this tiny town. Home is no better. I do not think Chris and Carly like me that much. No, I will not call them mom and dad.

I still miss you. Part of me still yearns to be a helpless boy again, still in your arms.

I miss you.

Love, your son,

Mischa

Letter 2: Dated October 24th, 2008

Mom,

I was suspended. I’m so sorry. I promised you I would be your good son, your small boy always. But I got angry. I was spiteful, and I wanted a drink, a drink always makes things better. And I only knew one way to get one.

I know you said that churches are sacred and not to be crossed, but I heard the ginger from maths say she knew the pastor, knew where the communion wine was kept. I milked every last bit of information from her, promising to join her stupid choir. It doesn’t matter, I need the alcohol.

3 whole boxes I stole before she ratted me out to Father Markus.

I drank it all in one night. And the next morning, Saturday, as I lay there, hungover in the basement, I wondered how I was ever going to make my life worth it for you. I still do not know.

I’m sorry, mom.

Love, Mischa

Letter 3: Dated November 17th, 2008

Mother,

I have a new hobby. I think you’d be proud—I am learning to sing. Not opera, or the god-awful jazz that poet boy listens to during study hall, no, this is the good stuff. Real, bonerfied rap music. (note: I know it’s supposed to say bonified, but Mischa would think boner-fied is hilarious, may he rest in peace —Ezra)

I even created a channel on this thing called the YouTube—it is called “Bad Egg” because it is an egg, that is bad. Bad is a good thing, it means cool, or that is what the football boys think. Maybe this new thing will turn out well. I am raging, mother, for you and for Ukraine. And when I rage, I rap about money in autotune.

I will inspire the world. My life will have meaning once again.

Love, Mischa

Letter 4: Dated December 30th, 2008

Mom!

I have got the biggest, greatest news. I have found LOVE! Me, your silly boy, your little child that you raised all by yourself, is engaged!

Ever since my YouTube channel was born, a certain beautiful woman has been leaving kind comments on my YouTube comments wall. Her name is Natalia, and last night she had the courage to message me. She announced her love for me over the internet, and it is a truly beautiful thing. She even sent me picures, and she is the most gorgeous woman I have ever met.

I wish that you could have lived long enough to meet my perfect Talia, for when I look into her almond eyes, I do not see the boy I am, but the man I must become to possess her. I am growing up, mama, but I promise I will always be here, and that you will always be in my heart.

Love, Mischa

Letter 5: Dated January 31st, 2009

Dear mom,

I want to tell you about choir.

Most of the school is scared of me, they think I am some bad boy who lives in the woods. But the choir seems to just have it out for me. Annoying ginger is the leader: she is stuck-up, and a real pain in my you know what. Her real name is Ocean, which I suppose fits, because she is salty and rough and probably drowns people. Poet boy is there too, his name is Noel, and he is the least insufferable of the group. He is gay, which is fine, but funny because if he were a girl, he would so be my type. He is nice, but odd. Then there is a boy named Ricky. This month, Ocean decided she needed to prove that choir was accessable for all, so she got boy who cannot speak to join. I never know what he is thinking. He is scary. Last, there is Constance. Sometimes she cries in the corner when she thinks the others do not see. I see. I wonder if she is okay. I hope she knows I am not okay. I hope she knows she is not lonely.

I thought choir was going to be the bane of my existance. But…I think it has grown on me.

I miss you. I love you.

Love, Mischa

Letter 6: Dated March 6th, 2009

Hello mom,

Yesterday was Noel’s birthday, so Constance brought in cupcakes for everyone. They were red velvet, and very tasty, much better than Carly’s cooking. Carly is no replacement mother, and her basement has cockroaches. I sleep with the roaches. Perhaps I will name them.

I continue to make videos, and to make love with Talia when I can. I hope I get to meet her some day. In fact, I know I will. Mom, I want to come back to Ukraine. I will meet Talia, and we will love each other in person.

Tomorrow, we are singing at a local soccer game. We are singing some song that Father Markus wrote for us. I do not want to be on stage. I guess I will have to get comfortable with it.

It‘s getting late, almost time to meet Talia. I love you mom.

Your son, Mischa.

Letter 7: Dated May 15th, 2009

Mom, I have a dilemma.

Please, tell me you wouldn’t be upset if I told you that I think maybe I like boys?

Last night, Ocean hosted a choir get-together at her place. It was small and cramped. She and Constance ended up sharing the sofa, Ricky took the armchair, leaving myself and Noel on a blow-up air mattresss. I tried so, so hard to give him space, but I’m not a small guy, and somehow we ended up nestled together under the blankets, somehow I ended up lost in his eyes and staring at his lips-

It felt like betrayal. Like if Talia knew, she would have my head. She wants me to be loyal.

But how can I be loyal when Noel watches me with those stupid baby cow eyes? How can I stay at her side when Noel is right there?

It’s so confusing, mom.

-Mischa

Letter 8: Dated June 19th, 2009

School is finally out, mom. I spend every day scrambling for ways to make a quick buck so I can buy cheap vodka. It’s a bad habit, but hard to kick. I wish I could kick it, I do…

But instead, I beat a kid for a 20 dollar bill from his enemy, sold the foster folks’ antique china, and now am in even more heat with them. They cry at my presence and shoo me away like fly.

I do not mind. At least I do not have to go to school and see Noel and his stupid sparkly eyes and his stupid beautiful face. I will spend this summer with Talia, like I’m supposed to.

Letter 9: Dated August 18th, 2009

It is my birthday. I woke up to a box of cupcakes sitting on the floor above the basement stairs. Carly says they were left for me by the Blackwoods. I opened the box, and they were chocolate with vanilla icing, but found strawberry jam in the center when I bit in, a pleasant surprise. There was also a note. It said “happy birthday Mischa! Love Constance, Ricky, Ocean and Noel”

I smiled when I saw it. I hated being in the choir, but it might just be one of the better parts of my life now.

I am 18 now, and that means I can do lots of things. Hopefully one of those is coming back to Ukraine. I miss home, I miss home, I miss home.

I do want to see Talia, but part of me wants to bring Noel home with me. You’d love him, mama.

Your son (now an adult),

Mischa

Letter 10: Dated September 14th, 2009

Mom,

This letter will not be too long, because I am singing with the choir at the Fall Fair this afternoon. It is 6:00 am and I am scrawling some quick words across this paper. Tonight I will tell Noel how I feel. I will tell him I love him and that I have eyes for him. I will tell him soon.

Tomorrow, I will write again and tell you how it goes.

I can’t wait to have him in my arms, mom.

Your son,

Mischa

#rtc #ride the cyclone #mischa bachinski #au #oneshot #hurt no comfort #my writing

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I just think that if reader was a blanket hog ron be petty and take the whole blanket back and over him

Ron definitely isn’t a morning person so I think he would be very passionate about his sleep lmao

There was a reason you and Ron barely spent the night together. You both had your own separate reason. You were scared Ron would get caught sneaking into your dorm after curfew, a fear Ron did not share. Ron was more worried he would freeze to death whenever you shared a bed.

You weren’t the most graceful sleeper, to say the least. But, in Ron’s eyes, you were the most beautiful angel possessed by some demon trying to prevent him from having a good night's sleep.

You constantly stole the blanket, ripping away the only thing between him and the cold night air. You would get so cold at night that your feet felt like ice anytime they clung to him for warmth. Since it was winter, he couldn’t exactly tough it out. Ron was usually quite patient with you; there were very few things you did that annoyed him. But this, this was unforgivable.

You had begged him to spend the night with you, not caring about your usual worries of getting caught, only wanting to cuddle with your boyfriend. He knew he would regret his decision, but how could he say no when you were asking so nicely.

It was three in the morning now, and Ron’s patience ran at an all-time low. Ron had had enough of your unconscious hogging. He didn’t care if he woke you up anymore, he was cold and tired, and the icicles you had for feet pressed against him, causing him to shake from the cold. So he had decided to take back what was rightfully his. His blanket.

Ron grabbed the side of the blanket closest to him and yanked it towards him, causing you to fall off the small bed. You were practically on the edge of the bed already, always scared you weren’t giving him enough space. With the swift movement, you had been awoken by your abrupt landing.

“What the hell was that?” Harry asked from the next bed over. You had snuck in when his dormmates were already asleep, so they had only now become aware of your presence.

“Sorry, love,” Ron whispered from the bed, peering over at you.

“Did you push me, Weasley?” you said, still not fully awake, propping yourself up.

“Of course not,” he said, almost offended.

“Then how did I end up on the ground?” you still hadn’t recovered from the fall, your body aching from the impact.

“Would you two shut up? I’m trying to sleep!” Seamus said, covering his ears with his pillow.

Ron shuffled closer and offered down his hand, still on the bed. You glared at the apologetic smile he was sporting. “It was an accident,” he whispered.

“So you accidentally knocked me off the bed?” you said, trying to keep your heavy eyes open.

“Wait, when did y/n get here?” Neville said from his bed, sitting up to see you still on the ground.

“Sorry, Neville, go back to sleep.” you said as you climbed back into bed.

“You hog the blanket.” Ron finally admitted. Your face fell when you realized what had happened.

“Oh. Sorry,” you said quietly before lying on your side of the bed, content with the fact that you would be cold all night. If Ron had spent most nights in your dorm cold, you could stand one in his.

But when Ron heard you shiver, his annoyance melted away. He turned on his side to face you, and you smiled at him with closed eyes. He left one side of the blanket, tucked it under him (In an attempt to keep you from taking it), and wrapped the other around you, pulling you close into his chest. Immediately you nestled into him, falling back asleep without hesitation.

He smiled and kissed the top of your head, hoping that he would have at least some blanket for tonight. But with you so peaceful against him and smiling in your sleep, he didn’t care if he was cold as long as you were happy

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band--psycho · 10 months

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Robin Buckley x Reader- Your Feelings Are Valid

@psychoticauthor I'm so sorry for how long it's taken me to write this!

I hope you all enjoy this!

Warnings: Mentions of a car accident, being scared to be in a car

“You know, I think it’s gonna rain later,” Robin began; leaning back on her elbows and looking up at the blue sky.

It took me a second to process what she’d said; I was in complete awe of her; which wasn’t that different to every day. She always looked beautiful to me, but at this moment she looked so breathtaking it was hard for me to concentrate on anything.

I had a huge crush on her, not that she knew that, and not that I’d ever tell her.

“How can you tell? There’s not a cloud in the sky,” I asked; completely perplexed on how on earth she could think there would be rain today, on the weather forecast this morning it said nothing about rain.

I hoped she was wrong.

Walking home in this heat may have been slightly uncomfortable but it was a million times better than both me and my things being soaking wet.

“Just a feeling,” she hummed before turning her attention from the sky to me, “You could catch a ride home with me and Steve later, instead of walking?”

I worked in the shop next to theirs; and I already knew of both of them from school, we were never friends, in fact I don’t think I actually spoke to either of them until they started working next door.

“I’m okay, thanks for the offer though,” I smiled; knowing that she knew that would be my answer.

It was my answer any time anyone said about getting in a car.

I just couldn’t do it; hadn’t been able to since the accident in my dads car when I was a kid.

Thankfully, neither me nor my dad were that badly hurt; he had a very large cut on the side of his face which is practically unnoticeable now and a broken leg. I managed to get away with only having a few cuts from the glass and some nasty bruises.

But it was because of that accident that I couldn't get into a car without being absolutely terrified that it would happen again but this time the outcome would be a lot worse.

Just the thought of getting into a car filled me with dread; let alone actually doing it.

Robin didn’t know why, even though I knew that she knew there was a reason given the way she was looking at me right now.

She simply nodded and turned her attention back to the cloudless sky.

~~~~~

Robin was right. Not even two hours after our conversation it started to rain.

And not a light rain either; no instead, it was a heavy downpour of rain that no doubt was going to get me soaked in just a matter of seconds.

“Well this is great,” I mumbled to myself; wondering if I just waited under the little bit of shelter the outside of the building I worked at provided.

“I told you it was going to rain later,” Robin stated triumphantly; as she came and stood next to me, leaning against the door of the building.

“I thought you’d gone?”

I’d seen Steve's car leave when I was turning the lights of the store out. I assumed Robin had gone with him to save walking in this awful weather.

“I thought you could use some company walking home,” she said, nudging me playfully.

“And lucky for us, I’ve got this,” she continued, lightly hitting my leg with an umbrella, “Just don’t tell Steve I stole it from his car.”

“You didn’t have to stay,” I whispered,watching as the raindrops fell off the edge of the roof.

“I wanted to,” She said softly, resting her head on my shoulder, her breath tickling the side of my neck.

“What happened?”

I knew what she was talking about; I knew what she was asking.

“When I was little my dad was taking me out on a roadtrip; a drunk driver hit our car…” I rested my head against hers as I spoke.

“I know it’s stupid and I should be over it by now…”

My words trailed off, as I thought back to what most people said when I told them why I was afraid of getting in a car.

And that was if I just got in a car I’d be totally fine; and that I was just over exaggerating a fear from something that I probably couldn’t even really remember.

But I could.

I remembered all of it. I had nightmares about it, constantly.

“But…being in a car, it…” I began again; feeling a lump in my throat as I tried to get the words out.

“Brings everything back?” Robin finished, clearly noticing how difficult it was for me to speak.

I simply nodded, trying to push the memory away.

“It’s not stupid, everyone has something they’re afraid of, and what you went through…it’s completely logical that you’d have ptsd from it”

It felt odd; getting validation for the feelings that so often got brushed over by my family and friends.

Hearing somebody say that how I felt wasn't stupid or over dramatic...it was a feeling I hadn't felt in so long.

I felt her lightly take my hand in hers, intertwining our fingers together, as she lifted her head up, our eyes meeting.

“Did you wanna stay at mine, at least til the rain dies down, it’s closer than yours,” she offered, as a smile began gracing her lips.

“I’d like that,” I answered; trying my hardest not to blush and knowing I’d failed as soon as I felt the warmth on my cheeks.

"Well then," she began; opening up Steve's stolen umbrella as she pulled me out of the small shelter we'd been hiding under, "Let's go,"

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2000s Powerpuff Girls quotes?

Monarch: Splendidly evil, isn’t it?

Evillustrator: Evil? How about stupid?! Yes, thanks to your foolishness, we will be reduced to nothing! Nothing! Like the amount of intelligence inside your head! Nothing! Like the amount of respect I get after five seasons on this show!

—

Gabriel: No! You are not the more evil parent, you are the more stupid parent, which makes you unfit to control your sentimonster!

Tomoe: Is not so!

Gabriel: Is so!

Tomoe: Not so!

Gabriel: Is so!

Tomoe: Not so!

Gabriel: Is so!

Tomoe: Not so!

Gabriel: Is so!

Tomoe: Not so!

Adrien/Kagami: SHUT UP!

Adrien: We don’t care which one of you is more eviler, or more stupider, or whateverer!

—

Reshma: Hey, you haven’t lost just yet. You’ve just been attacking the problem from the wrong angle. Listen. What do boys fear more than anything in the world?

Sabrina: … Bugs?

Chloe: No, Sabrina. That’s what you’re afraid of.

Sabrina: Oh, yeah.

Reshma: Look, you girls have what boys fear most. Instead of fighting, try being nice.

Akuma Class Girls: What?!

Reshma: You know. “Nice”.

Rose: *Giggles*

Marinette: Oh! I get it!

Alix: Ew, gross!

—

Max: *After pulling the lever for the hundredth time, everything goes back to normal* Hmm… No. *About the pull the lever again*

Kim: NO! WAIT, NO!

Alix: That’s right! That’s right!

Max: *Cheekily* Hee hee hee.

—

Ladybug: We girls gotta look out for each other!

Ryuko: Oh, really? *She, Rena Rouge, and Purple Tigress step out from the shadows* Was Volpina looking out for me when she stabbed me with my own sword?

Purple Tigress: Was she looking out for me when she broke my arm?

Rena Rouge: Was she looking out for me when she stole my look? *Purple Tigress and Ryuko look at her strangely* … Well, she did!

—

Cosette: *Glaring at Lila* I can’t take another day of this!

Ismael: Yeah! And just look at what she’s done to Marc!

Marc: *In the fetal position* I’m not a lanky crybaby. I’m not a lanky crybaby. I’m not a lanky crybaby.

—

Simon: *After the Lie-based sentimonster shrinks* Well, I’m all out of lies.

Lacey: Me, too.

Simon: Your turn, Marc.

Marc: … *Whistles innocently*

Aurore: Come on! We did it!

Jean: Just tell the truth!

Denise: We’re counting on you.

Mireille: We can’t do it without you.

Marc: … All right! All right! I’m the one who accidentally poured salt in your coffees! I’m the one who drank the juice straight out of the carton! I’m the one who didn’t wipe up the pen ink! And I’m the one who left the toilet seat up and blamed it on Ismael!

Cosette: What?

Reshma: What?

Ismael: What was that last thing?

—

Ismael: Well, how do you know it’s a girl?

Alix: Squirrels eat nuts, stupid!

—

Austin Q: Don’t worry, M. Grotke. I was an accident, too.

—

Marinette: I guess we shouldn't judge someone by what they look like.

Rose: Even if they're as ugly as you.

—

Nathaniel: What are we gonna do?

*Later*

Nathaniel: *Wearing Austin Q’s clothes and some platform sneakers* Well, how do I look?

Austin Q: *In his underwear* Boy, do you look dumb!

Ivan: Need we say more?

—

Austin B: For a second there, I thought you were turning all sappy on us.

Austin A: Yeah, and “dumb”? Jeez, Quinny, if you’re gonna do graffiti, at least spell the words right. Sheesh! Talk about dumb.

Austin T: Yeah, what a dum-bee.

—

Adrien: So, that was actually you in front of the school?

Nathaniel: Uh-huh.

Kim: Which means you ate that cockroach?!

Nathaniel: Mm-hmm.

Austin A: Yeah, and it was really disgusting! I almost blew chunks!

Nino: *Runs into the classroom* Dude! I could barely contain myself hiding in the closet!

Adrien: Nino, Nath ate a cockroach!

Nino: *Gags* Dude. I am so sorry.

Nathaniel: That’s okay. It tasted like chicken.

—

*Guys Sleepover at Adrien’s house!*

Max: I’m sure it was just a one time thing, and everything will be back to normal tomorrow morning. Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to get some rest. Goodnight.

Narrator: The City of Paris-!

*The guys stare at a wet spot on the bed*

Narrator: Oh, not again!

Kim: See, Ivan?! I knew it was you!

Ivan: Oh, yeah? How do you know it wasn’t Adrien?

Adrien: Kim, I bet it was you! You were the first one to point the finger!

Kim: Oh, yeah? Well Nino was the most distracted yesterday!

Nino: Oh, really? Well, Nathaniel has more problems than all of us combined!

Max: True.

Nathaniel: Oh, thats funny! Coming from the guy who slept right in the middle of the bed!

Nino: WHAT?!

—

Jagged: Uh… How do we do that?

Pigella: Well, how do you think?

Mme. Bustier: I would use my superpowers!

Jagged: Or a Mirage!

Nora: That’s stupid! Use Sublimation!

CapriKid: Oh my God. You people don’t have superpowers like us, so you have to use your own normal powers! Now, how do you get a sentimonster to stop destroying your town?

Jagged: Destroy him!

Citizens: Yes! Destroy him!

Roi Singe: Good. But how are you going to destroy him?

Jagged: … We don’t know!

Citizens: Yes! We don’t know!

Purple Tigress: Well, the sentimonster is stuck in the electrical wires, so what doesn’t mix well with electricity?

Mme. Bustier: Uh… Feet!

Bob Roth: Frankenstein!

Jagged: A rubber chicken!

Miraculous Heroes: *Facepalm*

Rooster Bold: This is going to be tougher than I thought.

Ladybug: Let’s try this another way.

Chat Noir: Got it. Hey! Why shouldn’t you put a toaster in a bathtub?!

Anarka: Well, duh! You wouldn’t be able to make toast in the kitchen!

M. Ramier: Yeah. You would have to go to the bathroom every time you you wanted toast. What a waste of time!

Viperion: … Why shouldn’t you put a toaster in a bathtub full of WATER?!

M. Ramier: Because your toast would get soggy!

Jagged: So! If we can get the sentimonster to take a bath… Then his toast will get soggy!

Mme. Bustier: Yeah! That’s how we destroy him! Get his toast soggy!

Carapace: NO! What would happen if YOU were in a bathtub when the toaster fell in?!

Nadja: Um, you, uh… Get shocked?

Miraculous Heroes: Yes! Now you have it!

Jagged: So! If we can get the sentimonster to take a bath, then he will get shocked!

Roger: But where are we going to find a bathtub to fit the sentimonster?

Nadja: And where do we get a toaster?

Mme. Bustier: Do you have a toaster?

Nadja: I don’t have a toaster.

Jagged: Does anyone have a toaster?!

Ryuko: There’s another way! You already have your toaster! It’s the electrical wire wrapped around the sentimonster! Now, what do you fill a bathtub with?

Citizens: Water?

Pegasus: Very good!

Firefighter: *Holding a hose* Where the heck are we going to get that much water?

Miraculous Heroes: Figure it out!

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