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queers-gambit · 2 years

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Darkening Hour

prompt: the turmoils of court can wear on nerves.

pairing: Daemon Targaryen x female!reader

fandom masterlist: House of the Dragon

word count: 6.4k+ words

warnings: language, cursing, small angst. i don't think this one is too bad...

previous: part two: High Noon

next: part four: Total Eclipse of the Heart

The pounding at your chamber door made both you and Daemon jump slightly, only a few in the entire castle with active permission to disturb either of you; making curiosity stir in the air. Your mind was foggy with sleep, and your confusion almost tangible as the door swung open and Mary scurried inside.

"Oh, my Lady!" She breathed with a tut, glaring lightly at the Prince laid behind you; his arms tight around your waist. She turned to rip the curtains over the windows open, flooding the room with new light, and scolding you, "You are late!"

"For what?" You mumbled, a hand raising to shield your eyes from the harsh light as Daemon simply pushed his face into your neck.

"The courting season starts today," she rushed, opening your trunk to reveal dress options. "You're needed in the throne room."

"For what?" You repeated.

"You're a veteran now," she sighed. "And you're sponsoring the young Lord Jamie, are you not?"

You sighed, "Mary, court doesn't start for hours. Now, please - "

"You both slept well past lunch!" She tutted. "What time did you even get to bed?"

You chuckled from bed, "I remember seeing the sunrise."

She sighed, slapping her hands to her thighs. "I will be back in twenty minutes - twenty! Make yourself decent, and then we can go to the throne room. Jamie will be here soon and you'll want to greet him."

You sighed, "All right, Mary. Twenty minutes."

"Thank you," she sighed, moving for the door again. "And good morning to you, too, Prince Daemon."

"Yeah, hi, Mary," he grumbled, the maid slipping out the door, and shutting the door to leave us alone. "She's attentive, yeah?"

"We're taking her with us wherever we go," you sighed lightly, turning over against his chest. "Hi, love."

"Morning, my dove," he whispered, kissing your forehead. "How'd you sleep?"

You chuckled, "Barely did, as you know."

"Hmm, too true," he mused. "Are you ready for today?"

You hummed, "Maybe..."

"What if I promised to only speak to you," he smirked. "Fend off other suitors for us both, hey?"

"Whatever makes you happiest," you whispered. "I will be aiding Jamie in his journey."

He nodded, "And I am only counting down the weeks till I can marry you."

"Soon," you grinned against the column of his neck. "What're we at now? Hmm? 8 more weeks?"

Daemon snorted lightly, "Hmm. Too long. But I will wait..."

"Good," you whispered, nuzzling into his warmth. "I do not wish to rise, this is where I want to spend my life."

"In a tower of the Red Keep?"

Your eyes rolled lightly, "With you, my Prince."

"Good," he smirked down at you, caressing your cheek, "because this is where I will live me life - right at your side."

You breathed him in, "So we are in agreement?"

"Usually are," he teased, leaning in to press his lips to yours. "Are you hungry, my pet?"

You sighed lightly, "The welcome feast will start soon. I'm all right for now, thank you."

"Nonsense," he whispered, kissing you again. "Stay with me, my darling, I'll get us something to eat."

You chuckled as he climbed over you, mouth latched onto yours the whole time - letting you hold his cheeks to keep his lips on yours while he climbed. "All right," you whispered when his feet hit the ground. "Feed me, my Dragon."

"I'll escort you after," he chuckled, easing up to shoulder a simple tunic and head out the door. You sighed lightly and stretched in bed, feeling your heart lighten in pride; hardly able to contain your excitement to marry your Targaryen Prince.

Not 10 minutes later, Daemon was returning with a tray; chuckling as he shut the door and set the assortments of food and drink to the table. "What did you do?" You wondered, still laid bare in bed.

"Mary has entrusted me to aid you in getting dressed," he mused, "and said that she will return to do your hair. Though, I had an idea. Here, love," he handed over a bowl of fruits.

"Thank you," you whispered, accepting the bowl and cocking your head while setting a berry to your mouth. Between chews, you wondered, "What's your idea?"

"Let me braid your hair," he asked, easily tugging his shirt off again and with plates set to the end of the bed, joined you again in his spot. "Hmm?" He wondered when you didn't answer.

"You want to braid my hair?" You asked softly.

"Well, if you'd be okay with it," he smirked.

"Might I strike a different bargain?" You smirked, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips.

"Anything you want," he nodded.

"Your brother and I took tea the other day," you mentioned, watching him nod.

"Yes, I remember."

"And he told me how you've made mention of marrying me," you smirked, "and that you wanted a wedding. Is there truth to your brother's gossip, my sweet Prince?"

He chuckled and nodded slowly, "Perhaps."

"Then he made mention that he'd be honored to host another Royal Wedding," you sighed gently. "What's that about?"

Daemon shrugged, "I proposed only a five-day celebration because he wanted seven."

You chuckled, "Why does he want - "

"He's happy for us, dove," Daemon smirked.

You nodded, "Then my favor?" He nodded. "If I agree to this tournament... You would braid my hair the first morning of our marriage."

Daemon nodded, fingering another berry to your lips; his own suckling over your collarbone as you accepted the fruit. "I believe that could be agreeable," he whispered, boldly licking a stripe up your neck to make you shudder. "I will cloak you in my House colors, bestow you with the finest of jewels, and I will braid your hair - to show that we are one."

"Good," you nodded, pecking his lips. "Who would think you became the romantic, hmm?"

"I do not think I was ever without it, but perhaps you give me reason to be romantic. Hmm? My sweet?"

You nodded, "So long as I am the only one to see this side of you."

He winced, "The court might see it - for I do not intend to hold back my desire for you."

Chuckling, you agreed, "Fair enough, my love. But go easy today, Jamie is joining court and is detrimentally nervous."

Daemon's eyes rolled lightly, "You do not owe him anything, pet."

"I know," you assured, "but their mother's all died - and though the girls are as old as me, or older, the boys are still younger and have been looking for someone to love them. Now that their Lord father is passed, I feel obligated to make sure they are okay."

Daemon smirked lightly, "What a perfect creature you are."

"Sh," you quipped, reaching for a piece of toast. "It's the least I can do."

"I beg to differ, but for you, my Lady, I will endure your step-children."

"How sweet of you. Come, help me pick a dress for the welcoming celebrations."

Daemon nodded and leaned back on his elbow, watching as you presented a series of colorful dresses. Being months of wearing black to show mourning, you were back to your 'usual' wear of different colors and silks, but your heart knew you'd be back in black soon - for completely different reasons. It will become a celebratory color.

"And this?" You chuckled as you presented a royal green colored dress.

"No, no," he sighed lightly, waving the option off.

"This one, then?"

His eyes narrowed upon this sixth option, nodding slowly, "I like this one. Might you have something... Hmm... Red?"

"Red?" You pondered, fearing the color too bold for you.

But Daemon nodded, "Wear red, darling. You look ravishing in it. And what better way to make your debut back into court."

You sighed and shifted through your dresses, finding the only red gown you owned and holding it up. "Are you sure?"

"Positive, dove," he assured, nodding with his bottom lip rolling between his teeth. Then, when a grin stretched across your lips, he was wondering, "What is it?"

"Might I help you dress?"

Daemon nodded, "Any particular reason, love?"

"Practice?"

He snorted a bit, "All right, then. Go on." He stood from the bed, shifting the thinned plates back to the table as you shifted through his wardrobe. His hands slid around your waist as you presented your selection, smirking. "This? Pet - "

"You look almost too good in this," you pouted lightly. "Maybe you should only wear this for me, then..."

Daemon's teeth pressed to your shoulder as he grinned, "I'll wear it, my love. Thank you."

You hummed and moved behind the changing screen to do what you needed; hearing Daemon doing the same, and peering around to see him tightening his scabbard around his hips. "Love?"

"Yeah, dove?"

"Could you lace me in?"

"Course, c'mere," he smirked, finishing yanking his boots on to watch you near him. "See? You look beautiful," he complimented, taking the cords of your corset to tug it tight, and closed. "Though I'd love to take it off, not tie you into it."

"Soon," you teased, turning to face him when his hands pulled your waist. "I will see you there?"

"Course," he nodded, pecking your forehead.

The rest of the afternoon passed with Mary fixing your hair and make-up, before you were mingling with the other Ladies of the court before welcoming the new Lords and Ladies to the city. You waited patiently in the courtyard, beaming when your two step-sons, Jamie and Kase, dismounting their horses.

"Boys!" You laughed, arms wide when they caught sight of you. They spoke your name with relief and surged into your embrace, letting you happily smooth over their hair and cheeks. "Safe travels, was it? I did not think I'd see you, Kase."

"Jamie convinced me," he shrugged.

"He's of age," Jamie nodded. "Figured it wouldn't hurt to introduce him at the same time..."

"Was a fantastic idea, love," you nodded in assurance. "For now, we should head for the banquet hall. The King's prepared a welcome feast to mark the start of the season."

"Right," Kase sighed, glancing back. "And our stuff...?"

"Is being taken to your rooms, your horses will be fed and stabled," you informed them, taking either of their arms. "Now, would you escort me in? Or would you prefer to be fashionably late?"

"No, no," Jamie cleared his throat, "we should make for the hall."

"Come on," you spoke softly, leading them into the castle. They peered around with opened mouths and you figured there was a bit of time as the other Ladies preened themselves; leaving you to give the boys a small tour.

By the time you finished with the basic outline of the castle, you made for the banquet hall. As usual, the members of court - all participating members of this season's match-making - took their seats as the King sat above them all with the Queen, and his heir, the Princess Rheanyra. Sat beside the Queen Alicent Hightower was none other than Prince Daemon Targaryen, and by Gods, did he look delectable in the dim lighting and high-rise seating.

Instead of making eyes at the Prince, you focused on speaking to your step-sons quietly, assuring Kase that you would happily sponsor him this season, as well; and then pointing out who everyone to the lads. You knew they were handsome and surely would be sure-catches this season, but you leaned in and told them that they deserved a chance at love - and to really explore while here.

If they didn't have "that" connection with anyone, they could return the next season - and so on.

Kase looked relieved, and Jamie only nodded; stoically surveying the room as he sipped sine wine from a golden goblet. As the other noble men and women filtered in to find their seats, Jamie turned to you and lowered his voice, "Step-mother?"

"Hmm?"

"Are you an eligible participant this season?"

You nodded slowly, "Yes, technically... But I am not looking for any matches this season, Jamie, I am here for you and your brother."

He nodded, "Then why's the Prince staring at you like you're a piece of meat?"

You heaved a sigh, "Worry not, Jamie. He's only looking over the prospects this season. His wife passed, too."

"Right..."

"Oi," you clipped your tone, "none of that, neither of you will fall to the gossips of court because they are barely right. There is veiled half-truths behind all those whispers, do not allow yourselves to take those petty words for truth."

Kase turned to you, asking, "So, he didn't do it?"

"I don't know what could've made you think as such, but no - "

"The new Lord Royce has a loud mouth," Jamie muttered. "He speaks to any who listens. Do not worry, we do not take gossips for truth, but only wanted to ask for clarity."

You hummed, "Your poise has improved these short months, Lord. It's becoming."

He smirked, "Though I am trying to get used to it, I would appreciate it if you would not call me Lord. Not you..."

Your heart wept gently for the orphans, nodding, "What an honor."

Before anyone could reply, the King's arrival was announced, and all stood from their seats out of respect. While everyone was watching the entrance hall for the King and Queen, your eyes snuck over towards Daemon - just to find him already staring you down.

He smirked and let his eyes rake down your body, his mouth opening in appreciation before clamping over his bottom lip and causing heat to flush through your body. You tried to reprimand him with your eyes, but he was far too amused to notice; and that, made you smile in return before forcing your eyes forward.

After the King gave his welcoming speech, dinner was served, and the mingling began. When the meal was done, the tables were cleared, and the music shifted tempo to encourage couples to take to the dance floor. You subtly kept to the walls with your hands occupied only by wine goblets, keeping an eye on your step-sons as they dipped their toes into the courting scene.

As time passed, you were set to retire, when a hand brushed down your arm to seize your elbow. When you turned, your eyes met lilac orbs, and air was sucked from your lungs. "My Prince," you greeted smoothly, aware of a few eyes lingering.

"My Lady," he greeted. "Are you enjoying yourself tonight? I did not see you dancing."

You nodded with a small shrug, "Two left feet."

"I do doubt that," he smirked. "Might I have the honor?" He asked, offering his hand with a twinkling smirk. And when your hand slid into his to squeeze, you swore you saw his neck and cheeks flush with heat. His hands settled over your waist as he lead you in a slower-paced dance, lips near your ear, "Having fun, love?"

You sighed, "I forgot how exhausting these events are."

"We do not have to attend them all," he assured. "They are mingling events, and Viserys often likes the attention."

You hummed, "And you don't?"

"Not entirely, my dove. How are the lads?"

"All right from what I can tell," you spoke softly, letting him lead you in your dance. "But it is only the first night, I do imagine their opinions will change a bit. Perhaps they will not find what they are looking for this season."

"Perhaps," he agreed softly. "Not all can be as fortunate as us."

"We are fortunate?"

"All things considered, look where we are now," his lips smirked against your ear. "I consider myself fortunate, for I would be a scorned man without you in my arms. I thank the Gods for their timing in this."

You sighed gently, "You cut my husband down and made me an option, Daemon."

"I'd do it all again," he promised. "I've only ever wanted you, pet."

You sighed and naturally fell into a comfortable sway, "I know, love, I know... And you're all I've dreamed of. There wasn't a single day I did not think of you."

He sighed, "The very same goes for me, my sweet girl." His gaze lifted when movement caught his eye, glancing up to see Viserys crossing the dance floor. "Dove," he warned, lifting away from your neck and shoulder. "My King," he greeted his brother, turning from your embrace to simply snake an arm around your waist.

"Your Grace," you greeted, both of you bowing to the King.

"Brother, my Lady," he greeted happily. "You are both a sight for sore eyes. I was wondering, might I?" He asked Daemon, offering his hand to you.

"Course," Daemon nodded, bowing backwards; and with a burning look and knowing smirk directed at you, walked away.

King Viserys offered his hand still, and you wasted no more time in accepting his invitation; the two of you stepping amongst the other couples. "How are you finding the festivities, my Lady?" The King asked gently, leading you in a lively dance.

"Very well, Your Grace, thank you," you smiled. "And might I thank you, again? For allowing me residence as your guest."

"The pleasure is mine," Viserys nodded. "My brother was adamant on your stay here."

"An honor, truly," you assured. "Daemon's flawed, of course, but he's been only kindly to me, Your Grace."

He chuckled, "'Kindly'? Is that what we're calling it?"

Your embarrassment felt tangible, making you stutter lightly, "I-I know it is unseemly, but I assure you - "

"Worry not, my Lady," Viserys chuckled, giving you a hearty shake. "I am thrilled by this, honestly. In my opinion, you should've been wed to my House long ago."

This time, you stuttered from pride, "T-Thank you, Your Grace."

"Daemon's lucky," Viserys nodded slightly, gazing at you fondly. "He's loved you everyday..."

"Truthfully?"

"There are some things that only a sibling can understand, and when he was first wed to the Lady Royce, he was devastated. Truly broken up about the turn of events, he loved you... But now, you are both newly single, and he's adamant on not letting you slip from his fingers again."

"I would not stray far, Your Grace," you assured gently.

He hummed, "I imagine not. Now, tell me, where are your step-children?"

"Of course, I will make introductions," you breathed. "Wait, might I ask you something?"

"Of course," he agreed.

"I do understand that... Though they are not mine, with the passing of their father, my husband's children do not have anyone. I would take charge of their well-being, I think. They... They do not have many other living family."

Viserys beamed, "An honorable task to take on, my Lady."

"Only until they are all married, or of age," you rushed to assure.

"And how old is the youngest?"

"Ten and five."

"Ah," he nodded, "so, they would be married soon?"

"With hope," you answered.

He nodded slowly, "I think it's admirable what you want to do, and by my judgement, I see no issue. Now... Is there a reason you speak this now?"

You gulped, "I love your brother, Your Grace, I do - but I feel this obligation, because the children are innocent. I would... Take charge of them before I am married to Daemon," your voice lowered as Viserys let you take his arm, the two of you walking along the hall as you spoke quietly.

"So that he might not do away with them," Viserys sighed.

"I do not think he would, truly - he seems changed," you rushed. "But I would not want to risk their safety after losing their mother, and now their father."

"Of course," Viserys nodded in understanding. "I will let it be known that until they come of age, or marry, you are their intended parent."

You sighed gently, "Thank you, my King."

"Does that mean you'd stay?"

"In the city?" You checked, watching him nod. "For the time, yes. I think I'd like the two youngest to stay here with me...? So I might attempt to make a match for them?"

Viserys nodded, "Very doable, I will see what I can do, my Lady."

"You do too much, Your Grace - "

"Nonsense," he beamed, "you and I are to be family soon. I would do what I could to aid you, Lady. Now..."

"Right," you cleared your throat, leading the King up to your two step-sons, who were speaking to a pair of twin Ladies. "Jamie? Kase? Might I introduce you both to King Viserys Targaryen - "

"No need for the titles," Viserys assured gently, smiling at your step-sons. "I am deeply moved to meet you both, your father was a good and honorable man."

You didn't show any emotion - but how you LAUGHED at the words.

"And how terrible I felt to hear of his passing," Viserys ended, nodding at the lads with meaning.

"Thank you, Your Grace," Jamie nodded, shaking the King's hand. "That means more to me than you can imagine. Our father was a good man, yes, but had his faults. Or so I am discovering as I take over the estate."

"Jamie," you warned.

"Might you be aware already, my King?" Jamie prompted Viserys, who smirked lightly.

"What's that, my Lord?"

"Our homestead provides over 50% of the Crown's armor and weapons now," he nodded. "Yet it was logged that we also provided much of the vegetation - but our books tell a different story."

Viserys lifted his chin, "I'm sorry?"

"With reason, my brother and I believe our father was stealing from the country, Your Grace," Jamie nodded with conviction, ignoring your blown-wide-eyes. "And allow me to assure you, his Lady wife had no idea, nor any doing in this matter. It was evident by the sloppiness of the accounts that she had no hand in the matter."

Your chest burst with seeds of pride over his words.

"We'd like to extend an offer to rectify this wrongdoing," Jamie finished, letting both his hands clasp in front of himself.

"What might that be?" Viserys asked.

However, your ears tuned the men out as your eyes had caught sight of a flash of aquamarine; looking over the King's shoulder to spy Daemon leading a different Lady in a sweeping dance. The Lady's dress fanned around her with flare, and her face had written desire etched into it. While you knew you understood your step-sons talking to Viserys, and the King responding with enthusiasm, yet you couldn't focus on that - because you were focused on that!

Daemon wore a deep smirk; so deep that his dimples were evident, and the Lady looked fully enraptured, a moony, starry-look to her full, doe-eyes; and you swore you saw red.

Jealousy was never a good look, but you were swelling with anger that you didn't know where to put it - nor what to do - that you turned to the men, and smiled at them, "I'm terribly sorry, my Lord - my King," you nodded, patting Viserys' arm, "but I am feeling faint and think I should retire for the evening. I will see you all tomorrow, yes? For the start of the hunt, yes?"

"Oh, yes," Viserys beamed, looking to the two young Lords, "surely, you're joining us, yes? The Lords and men go on a hunt to commence the start of the season - and legend has it, who ever slaughters our prey will be successful in court."

You smiled, "I'm sure the lads will consider this, my King. For now, I must be off."

"Would you like me to walk you back?" Kase asked.

"No, love, you stay - mingle, and have fun," you waved gently. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Goodnight, step-mother," he whispered, kissing your cheek. Jamie followed after, nodding as if to ask if you were truly okay; to which you replied 'of course' by genuinely smiling at him and letting your hand squeeze over his.

You swiftly dodged around the remaining people to push into the foyer, and with a hand to the stone wall, took a sobering breath. For some reason, the sight of Daemon dancing with another Lady drove you up the wall - and the fact that he was dancing (again) with the newly-of-age Lady Laena Valyeron just sent your heart to your feet.

Wiping a hand down your face, you sighed deeply, and figured Daemon would seek you out eventually - and considering you shared chambers now, it was inevitable and unavoidable.

Yet, your heart couldn't help but feel detrimentally heavy because the truth was, despite the King's support, you and Daemon were not yet courting "officially" and while he spoke of your marriage often, it wasn't something set in stone yet... Meaning there was room for anyone else to slither between you.

The idea hollowed your heart and you swiftly made for your bed chambers. When you burst through the second door, into your room, you saw Mary jump in fear. "Lady!" she gasped, "I did not hear you coming - you gave me a fright!"

"My apologies, Mary," you mumbled, distracting yourself with removing your jewelry at your vanity.

"Is everything all right, Lady?"

And for some reason, the sound of your longest-standing companion and only, true confidant's voice shattered your heart, and your mouth was spewing all of your worries to her. You busied yourself around the room so much that she eventually sat down to just watch as you tore jewels from your neck, ears, wrists, and fingers, setting them all delicately into their velvet boxes, before hastily removing your evening gown as you ranted.

Mary just watched as your eyes had narrowed, then blown wide to fight off tears, eventually ending on your most pressing worry, "Court is officially in season and there are plenty of beautiful women abound. What if he... What if he doesn't choose me?"

Mary frown, "Are you sure you're thinking straight, Lady?"

"My mind's never felt more clear than before now, Mary," you sighed, tugging your singlet on and slouching into your vanity's chair. Mary softly started to untangle your hair.

"He loves you, Lady."

"Odd way to show it," you frowned.

"No," she smiled at you through the vanity mirror. "He is playing the field right now - you were adamant you wanted your coupling to appear as natural and scandal-free as possible. Perhaps, he is giving a show, I mean... We are talking of Prince Daemon Targaryen, after all. Gods know if anyone loves a good deal, it's that lad."

You sighed, "Perhaps... And yet, he can have anyone he wants."

"And he still wants you," she tried to assure. "I think you worry too much, and jealousy - "

"It is not jealousy, Mary," you whispered sadly, "but sheer worry that he will see clearer now. I want to wait for this courting season to appear natural, yes, but what if that was the wrong idea? What if this allows him the freedom to find a Lady he truly wants?"

"Has the Prince ever alluded to wanting anyone other than you, Lady?"

"No, Mary, he's not, but now that court's in session - I might have to endure changes I did not ever want to confront."

Mary sighed and gently plaited your hair in two thick, scalped braids. She patted your shoulders, "Try to get some rest, Lady."

"Thank you," you whispered with a sad sigh. "I'll see you in the morning, yes?"

"I'll be here."

After your maid let herself out, you cleaned your chambers of out-of-place items moved around during your preparations earlier that day. When done, you selected a book from the shelf Daemon liked to keep updated, and snuggled into your shared bed - feeling more alone than ever before.

You were unsure of the time that had passed; opened window letting you know that the festivities were lasting well into the night and you wondered if Daemon was partaking this evening. As your fingers deftly turned pages, you let your emotions swell to the point of tears; letting golden-banded fingers wipe your cheeks.

Your tears must've dried due to the wine you sipped, mind slowly loosening of the worry you felt hours before. Your mind wondered into the world of the novel resting in your lap, fire crackling in conversation at the end of the bed, and muscles slowly relaxing into the feather-stuffed mattress beneath you. And when your ears heard the portrait door's mechanisms whirl to life, your throat involuntarily tightened and your emotions came crashing back.

When the bedchamber door's open, you did not tear your eyes from the inked parchment, and only took a slow pull of your goblet.

"There you are," Daemon breathed, the smile on his lips evident. "I was looking for you, darling."

"And here you've found me."

"Hmm," he considered, door shutting firmly, "yes, and here I've found you, but it seems as if something's wrong, my love. What's happened?"

Your jaw clenched, "Nothing Daemon - "

"Does not seem as if it's nothing," he pointed out with a frown, discarding his boots. "Come, dove, just talk to me."

"Daemon, perhaps I am at a loss for words."

"Why is that?"

"I feel irrational," you sighed, eyes staring at the same passage.

"Dove," Daemon spoke softly, nearing the bed to take a seat beside you. "You know you can say anything to me."

"Yes, but it is silly," you huffed.

His hands reached out to confiscate both book and goblet, setting them aside before readjusting so you faced one another. His hands replaced your previous items, giving a loving squeeze. "My dove," he spoke softly, "is this about how I noted your absence after I shared a dance with the Lady Laena?"

You fought off the urge to roll your eyes, "Are you mocking me?"

"Not a bit."

"It's just... I am unaccustomed to this. Before, my husband bedded whores more than he serviced the crown. I never craved him, never desired him, and I never cared if he did not pay me any attention. But with you, my Prince?" Your voice turned soft and somber, eyes diverting to where your hands were conjoined. "Yet with you, I cannot control the way my heart absolutely constricts and weeps when I even see you with other ladies, yes. Call it jealousy, call it childish, I do not care - but I do care about us. And how seeing you with any other Lady makes me feel replaceable - "

"What?" He demanded, hands tightening yours; drawing your eyes to his. "You are not replaceable, my love, no where close to it. You understand me? You are not replaceable in my life - for all the love the Gods give us, I have much more to give to you. You're more than enough for me, and you must understand that."

"I do - "

"Then, please, pet, do not let the shows we put on for the public ever make you doubt my love for you."

You sighed, feeling foolish tears well in your eyes. "Does it make a difference that you were dancing with the Lady Laena? A daughter who can offer you more than I, including white-haired babes?"

Daemon looked vividly confused, "You think that is what I care about?"

"I know you better than most, Daemon, please, do not taunt me," you snipped.

The man before you scoffed, "Perhaps you do not know me at all."

"I'm sorry?"

"Perhaps you were right," he nodded, releasing your hands to stand, "and that too much time has passed. We are different now than when we were children."

Confusion twisted your stomach, "What're you saying? Daemon!" You gasped when he pulled his boots back on.

"I am taking my leave for the night, my Lady," he didn't look at you, gathering a cloak. "Perhaps I was too hasty in my decision for us to cohabitate."

"Daemon!"

"Goodnight," he threw over his shoulder, slipping out the door. You stood in shell-shock for a moment, unsure what to do as your heart felt like it cracked and you were left gaping for air like a fish.

Your confusion lasted into the following day, where Daemon avoided you as if you carried the plague. There was a mock tournament starting as a sporting event to showcase the men's skills, and while Daemon was easily the strongest competitor, he did not seek your favor as he has nearly every other time.

He asked nor accepted any favor, being the one silver lining - but still!

You were dreadfully bored of avoiding other Lords and mentoring your step-sons, praying Daemon would provide something of a relief; but his eyes never found yours during meals and you felt invisible to his eye. Yet, the Lady Laena was not, and you were forced to watch the young Valyeron Lady eat it up as if he meant to shower her with his attention. You tried to keep in mind that it was all 'for show', yet, with his distance from you, it was hard to believe.

You took your meal quietly, and when Kase asked if you were feeling all right, you knew your face must've held your emotions. "Yes, love," you assured gently. "Sorry, must've zoned out for a moment."

He nodded, "That's for sure."

"Kase," you warned gently, reaching for your goblet of wine.

"Well, you only missed your father arriving with your little sister - " Kase stopped himself when you choked lightly on your sip of wine, leaning forward to block your view as you tried to uselessly dab at the spilt wine down your dress.

Your only luck was that it was burgundy in color already.

"What?" You demanded, looking up the banquet table instantly. Your heart froze in your chest, your eyes widened, and your hands shook when you caught sight of the man who sired you - the same man who sold you off at age 14 to marriage and (literally) never looked back.

"Step-mother?" Kase wondered gently, unaware of the panic swelling in your chest.

Your eyes searched for an exit route, but you were trapped as the King was rising for a toast - welcoming your Lord father - and commending the 'beautiful matches' he's already bore witness to blooming. In the meantime, both Kase and Jamie were watching you with worry as sweat broke out on your brow and upper lip.

When your hands turned white from the bruising grip you held on the arms of your chair, either boy on your sides placed a comforting hand over your own to try and pry them free. It was like all you could hear was a high-pitched whine, eyes swelling with tears as your father, a 'respected' Lord of the courts, looked all too smug to parade your newly-turned-15 sister.

She was easily a beauty, and he knew her appearance would warrant much attention; feeling far too smug about his position now. You were forced to remain through the rest of the meal, yet not a single thing was eaten from your plate out of sheer anxiety of your father's booming laughter. Kase muttered to you softly, leaning back in his chair to lower his voice and keep your conversation private; doing an effective job of distracting you, as Jamie silently glowered.

The young Lord had become protective of you and though he didn't know why, your father's arrival had set you on edge, and he wasn't okay with that. When King Viserys dismissed everyone for the evening, you were ready to skip the mingling portion of the evening and just get the hell out of there - but fate had another plan.

"Sister!"

Your throat tightened as your smiled at the young girl. "Jasline," You breathed. "Safe travels?"

"Oh, yes," she nodded, but before she could continue, your father was looming into the circle.

"Daughter," he greeted grimly.

"Father," you nodded. "Um, might I make introductions? Father, sister, these are my step-sons, the Lords Jamie and Kase. Lads, this is my sister, Jasline, and my - "

"Charmed," Jamie perked a brow, eyeing the two up and down. "Might there be a reason for your late arrival? Our step-mother did not warn us that was customary."

Smirking at the innuendo, you feigning, "No, Jamie, typically not for those who respect the King's time and resources."

"Hmm, thought so," he mused, turning back to your father just as Viserys, Alicent, and Daemon were nearing the group. You swallowed nervously and thread your hand around Kase's upper arm, who subtly shifted closer to you as a sign that he was at your side.

"Well, isn't this nice!" Viserys beamed, unaware of the growing tensions.

"Yes, yes, like a family reunion," Daemon smirked. "Lord," he nodded to your father.

"Prince Daemon," your father stiffly greeted. "Might I introduce my daughter, Jasline?"

Your skin grew cold to the touch as Daemon's hand reached for your sister's to press a kiss to the back of her hand. Your throat bobbed, unable to tear your eyes away, and missing the way your father smirked. Your ears suddenly caught your father saying, "Yes, yes, well, with the Prince's newly-single status, I was hoping to make a match with the crown - since it failed the first time."

"What?" You asked, throat drying.

Your father smirked, "Tis a handsome match, isn't it? Your sister, the Prince of the City - what a couple they'd make."

"Yes, well," Viserys looked nervous, "both of your daughters are fetching, my Lord - "

"Yet, I only sponsor Jasline this season," he smirked, gesturing to the young thing. "So, I am only interested in one match, since my other daughter no longer bares our family name."

You were shocked by the blatant disrespect.

"Good thing our step-mother is here to simply sponsor my brother and I," Kase assured gently. "And it's been a long day, has it not?"

"Indeed," You agreed quietly.

"Might I escort you to your room, step-mother?" He asked, not waiting for an answer before leading you away. You felt suffocated as you bowed to the Royal Family before swiftly turning, not sparing your father or sister a glance, and let Kase sweep you from the hall with Jamie following closely.

"Lads?" You whispered, six feet storming down the halls.

"What do you need?" Jamie checked.

"Your aid," You sniffled.

"With?"

"Moving my belongings..."

"Anything you need," Kase nodded, "we'll do our best to help with."

"Whatever you need," Jamie agreed.

part four: Total Eclipse of the Heart

Midnight Calls masterlist

requesting rules and masterlist

HOTD masterlist

#daemon targaryen #daemon targaryen x reader #daemon targaryen x fem!reader #daemon targaryen imagine #hotd #house of the dragon #daemon hotd #hotd x reader #hotd imagine #hotd smut

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gilly-moon · 4 months

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Ask meme. 001 with ships Black Ice and Pompous Pep? 👀

Already did Blackice, so I'll do Pompous Pep for this one!

when I started shipping it if I did:

I was definitely having thoughts about them when the show was still airing...

my thoughts:

This is one of those ships that I think I'm more...particular about than some other fans of it. Or maybe my preferences aren't as in line with the broader headcanons, idk. I guess we'll find out in this ask game

What makes me happy about them:

They fall into that beautiful category of 'rivals who are forced to occasionally rely on each other' and I EAT THAT SHIT UP. But on a more sincere note - even if they'd struggle at first to connect, I like to think that they're willing to hold each other accountable to their flaws. They have no hang-ups about calling it out when one of them fucks up, but they both (Vlad especially) could benefit from some vulnerability and honesty like that.

What makes me sad about them:

Not sure there is anything tbh???

things done in fanfic that annoys me:

Ok this is where I might be getting into some unpopular opinions but I'm really not a fan of the over-exaggeration of some of Vlad's characteristics, like making him extra flamboyant or shallow or leaning SUPER hard into tropey-single-bachelor things (typically for the sake of humor). I get he's literally a cartoon villain, so feeding into his tropes is kind of expected, but as someone who came to like Vlad because he's actually got some genuine emotions under his flawless suit and ponytail, I really don't vibe with those more 2-dimensional interpretations of him. I enjoy him for his pathetic side as much as anyone else, but there's a limit to everything for me. Also any fic where Danny grows up and gets super tall or beefy is...not for me. That boy is a beanpole and he always will be.

things I look for in fanfic:

If it's written by @9haharharley1 (kidding but totally not kidding). I tend to gravitate either to the ones where they're established and toe the line between sincerity and 'we were rivals once so the mockery can never die,' OR ones where they're still rivals and Vlad manages to catch Danny off guard and has some fun. Also, topVlad/bottomDanny exclusively.

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other:

Outside the realm of pompep, I think Vlad just needs to remain single and remember how to have friends. Maybe him and Skulker can elevate their business partnership to something more. Danny...needs to go to college and learn some things about himself imo. Him and Sam really don't feel like they'll last, but maybe if he did some exploring in college he'd find someone to be with.

My happily ever after for them:

I'm not sure I can fully imagine one for them? Not in the sense that it couldn't happen, but I just really like living in the part of their relationship where they're still imperfect and growing together and figuring out how to fit their lives together. Looking beyond that is...not as interesting to me, I guess.

who is the big spoon/little spoon:

I could see it either way, tbh. Danny sliding over to be a big spoon to steal Vlad's warmth, or curling up as the little spoon when he's needing to feel safe/protected.

what is their favorite non-sexual activity:

Sparring - they know the other can take it if they get serious, so it's a good mutual challenge and way to let off steam. Maybe stargazing if they're feeling extra peaceful that night.

#pompous pep #pompep

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raining-tulips · 3 months

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hi! i just found your blog :) love your commonplace book scans! if you don’t mind me asking, could you give a more in-depth explanation of what commonplacing is exactly and what your process is? i’m intrigued and considering getting into it but i wouldn’t even know where to start! thanks a lot xx

Absolutely! So my commonplace is specifically all movies, qoutes, articles, tumblr/Instagram posts, book excerpts, etc. that either resonated with me or I think I'll want to reference later. That is the heart of what common placing is - saving things for later physically rather than digitally.

Some of these just pop up in my feed, and I'll hit the like or save button. If it's an article, it usually first pops up as a preview on my Instagram and I'll open the full article on my desktop than bookmark it in a specific folder for common placing.

Sometimes, when I want to actively find something out (say, about if perfume is really bad for the environment, or I want to look at author interviews because I just loved a book) I will go out and search for that information.

Then, usually once a week I compile everything I'd like to print - i print the sources bc my handwriting is messy - into a word document formatted for two columns. I try and hold off printing until i have a full page worth, or two full page worth.

For images, I have another word document (these are printed in color, and i usually have to jigsaw to fit as many images on the page as possible, so different word document). Same thing, I try and wait until I have a full page to print. Usually x2 a month. I sometimes will print with an HP sprocket but the quality is really bad and the pictures are thick so, it's for when I'm out of printer ink or I think a photo will look okay with a sorta...uneven look.

I use just a Staples brand journal, TruRed. Cheap and easy. I draw a line at the top so I can write the date, and in the future if I want to tag it with a colored sticker or something, I can. My layouts usually include divided space on either the left or right of a page. The article goes in the bigger open space, and then the source (always write your source!!) and any commentary goes in the smaller margins.

Commentary is usually why I wanted to print it, what it reminds me of or makes me think about, etc. What I think the argument was missing, etc. Can be as little or as much as you like. As emotional and deep or as plain-jane as you like. There are no rules!

I trim printed text and images with a 12 inch trimmer bc I've got wobbly hands, but some people just use a little (blanking on the name) exacto knife? Any 12 inch trimmer will do mine is expensive but I also scrapbook so I use it all the time.

I paste things in using a tape runner (again, because I scrapbook and found a tape runner and my mom sells scrapbook supplies they're very accessible to me). Some people use tape, washi tape, glue sticks (liquid glue I've never seen).

And yeah, then I just decorate and play around. It doesn't have to be pretty. It can be really pretty if you want - I'm motivated by aesthetics, so, I like mine to be a little pretty.

If you'd like to see how I actually put it together and why I print certain things, my YouTube channel is the place to go.

Some people tape in movie tickets, receipts from where they shopped or ate, pictures from daily life. Some people mix common-placing and journaling, so including diary entries about their day or about a topic they love, or their thoughts and feelings (I keep mine in a separate journal, explained in this video). Some people mix common-placing with bullet journal or planning. Some combine all three!

At the end I just use a printer scanner (HP Envy 5500, cheap) and post them online that way bc I love the look.

People who have other styles you might try and look at are @petite-gloom (an OG who inspired me and many others) @fakelavender , @teddybearsticker .

#answered #commonplace #commonplace book #commonplace journal #journaling #journaling community #stubyblr

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frecklystars · 8 months

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Pls ignore if this bothers you but how do you know if self shipping is healthy or not? I have always used it to cope but I also get told by people that it's unhealthy to want to love characters since they're fictional. I've always admired you and how dedicated you are to the characters you love, you don't act like anything holds you back, and I wish I could do that. I envy you sometimes. I've printed your art, I hope you don't mind. It brings me comfort when I feel down on myself like this.

Hey babe, first off, it's all good. I'm never bothered by kind and well-intentioned asks such as this ❤

I'll answer your ask in reverse; I don't mind that you've printed my art, in fact I am very very very flattered!!!! Most of my artwork is really made just for myself (hence the self insert, haha) I'm assuming you're printing my old fanart or perhaps even my current Ken pieces - or even if you are printing my self insert for whatever reason that may be, I still think that's flattering. I have a love/hate relationship with my work, and I fell out of the habit of drawing for almost a year and I didn't pick it back up again until a little over a month ago, so I am glad you have an appreciation for the things that I create. This helps me feel motivated to create more! And I'm happy that I can be a part of your life in some small way.

As for your envy, I think that's unnecessary. You can be just as dedicated as me, possibly even more so, because I've actually had some really fucked up shit holding me back from self shipping for almost a year now (long story) and I am just now starting to dip my toes back into it, and I am still afraid, I am still unlearning the instilled reaction to fear the very characters that used to comfort me. It will take me a long time and it hurts so, so, so badly every single day. But even before I had That Fear holding me back, there was still nothing to envy about me. Something you aren't noticing within yourself is possibly the very thing you observe in me, someone you don't know. I gently ask, rhetorically, what is it about myself and my connection to characters that you value so highly? And what stops you from cultivating that within yourself? It must be already inside of you for you to value it. You are someone who is just as worthy of love as I am, after all!

To answer your actual question... no, I do not feel as if anyone having interest in fictional characters is unhealthy, to an extent. Are you preventing yourself from engaging with other things, such as going outside, cooking, cleaning, taking care of yourself physically and emotionally? Are you possessive of these characters to the point that it leads to destructive behavior, to yourself or others? Do you imagine these characters to genuinely treat you with kindness, or do you use them as a weapon to heighten your insecurities (telling yourself repeatedly that they wouldn't love you or find you attractive, writing them to be violent towards you or uncharacteristically aggressive as a way of punishing yourself or feeding negative thoughts about yourself, etc)? If the answer is no to all of these, then I don't see any issues.

I have always felt that self shipping, or really even just enjoying a character without the additional step to self ship, is always worthwhile to me because I find the exploration of my relationships with these characters to be invigorating, whether it's me genuinely writing myself to be IN a relationship with them or if it's me simply interacting with their source material and not even diving deeper into the world or placing myself inside of it. Sharing artwork also gives a sense of community even if I don't actively engage with fandom/the self ship community, having this blog and answering asks and connecting with friends over shared joy of characters is a healthy thing. I've made some meaningful friendships online and almost all of them are because I've bonded with others about favorite characters. Some ppl may find it unhealthy if they're actively choosing to be malicious. I can promise you most people see "this person has a crush on a fictional character" as kind of standard since the early 2000s lol. And online ppl especially aren't seeing all of you, so why should their opinion of you rly matter in the first place? Let's say, for example... my blog... if someone went through every single one of my posts (and there's 30,000+ posts, I believe) they'd still only see the smallest fraction of myself as a person and their judgement of me would be completely invalid - and tbh nobody among us would ever seem "healthy" if they're only viewing a single aspect of ourselves anyways. Nobody else except ppl within my physical social circle see my day to day life. This blog is literally just a blip of myself.

When people see behavior that is unlike their own, it's easy for them to assign negative labels to it. Behaving "outside of the norm" is already considered negative by default in this world we live in. It sucks! And there are certainly some ppl who don't self ship who probably take one look at my blog and make a quick judgement about it, possibly thinking I might not have a grip on reality or something. But most people don't make that immediate assumption unless if they're just looking to be hateful, and even if it this was everyone's reaction (it's not, I promise you people are way less judgmental about self shipping than you think), it shouldn't stop you from letting yourself have fun. I love drawing characters holding my hand! I love imagining them standing next to me when I'm doing something that I'm nervous about, like I hate working with fire/intense heat so I hate using the oven but I have to do it if I want to bake myself a cake, and nobody else is gonna do it for me, so I imagine someone who bakes/cooks often like Prince Gumball or Deckard Wizard standing next to me and smiling warmly and telling me he's rly proud of me for taking something out of the oven, even if I'm shaky while doing it. I love wearing bracelets and earrings and rings and necklaces and imagining that my F/Os gave these trinkets to me, or that I'd give these trinkets to them. I love baking and decorating little cakes and treating myself to little gifts for my anniversaries, and I have so many opportunities to celebrate loving myself because I have so, so, so many F/Os who love me. We breathe life into these characters when we create these stories with them, we manifest them in our own way and we all do it differently because none of us are exactly the same. It's like we all leave our own unique one-of-a-king fingerprint on a character...

...and isn't that beautiful? Isn't that a feeling you should celebrate? Why hold yourself back? People will always dislike what you do, people will always judge you regardless of what you do. You can paint a picture of a butterfly, post it, and most people will enjoy it, but there are some people who would want you dead for it, people who have nothing but violence in their hearts. People will hate you for no reason other than the fact that they can, regardless of what you're doing. It's an unfortunate part of life, but also a bit freeing to know that since it'll happen regardless, is there really anything stopping you from doing what brings you joy, besides your own fear of what people think of you? People who you'll never meet, people who do not hold any value to you whatsoever?

Anyway, the only way I see self shipping as unhealthy is if it is negatively impacting your life, then in that case something would definitely need to change. I'd listen to your own mind/feelings rather than taking my word for it, because ofc I don't know how you're self shipping -- you say that people are telling you it's unhealthy "because they're fictional", if that's the only reason, well... that's not unhealthy. That's the point of self shipping... they're fictional sdflkjsdf they are literally called Fictional Others. Anyone who assumes you aren't in your right mind because you want to imagine yourself or an OC holding hands with a canon character, well... it says a lot more about them as a person than it says about you, I can promise you that.

If your worries circle more around how you're perceived, ask yourself, how badly do you want to break free of that? Is constricting yourself worth it? My tone is gentle here, is it really genuinely worth it to hold yourself back? I think the most freeing thing I've ever done was go all out with my self shipping. I'm drawing it, writing it, I'm making animatics to love songs, I'm buying voice clips from voice actors asking for them to have the character say "I love you" and then I'm recording myself saying "I love you too" and shoving those audio clips into a video and storyboarding me and that character to that audio and playing it back and adding romantic music and sound effects and god it's so freeing. It's so freeing. Fitting yourself to a perceived "normalcy" is not worth it for me. Ask yourself if it's worth it, for you. Again, a gentle, genuine, soft-toned rhetorical question: is your mood improved when you're fitting yourself in a box rather than freely expressing yourself? Because ultimately, self shipping is for you. Just you.

You can also always start small, if this is something you really want to do. You don't have to make a blog full of self ship tags and art and writing and screenshots and gushing. You don't have to go big. You can take baby steps, if you want. Have a sketchbook dedicated to doodles of you and your F/O (and if you don't usually draw... do it anyway. Make stick figures. Drawing feels good.) Write little blurbs of you and your F/O doing something nice together, however big or small. Write 5 sentences in a notebook where you're holding hands and walking down a sidewalk and they stop to pick a flower for you just to see you smile. Do this for yourself.

I wish good things for you anon, I hope you don't mind i rambled a bit there but self shipping is something I'm very passionate about and it saddened me to read how you "feel down on yourself" as you phrased it. I'm glad my art can bring you some comfort, I hope it continues to do so. Thank you for reaching out to me ❤

#anonymous #asks #if your fear of how others perceive you is the only thing stopping you #then by all means. overcome it. whats that quote? 'im scared' 'then do it scared'#i would give ANYTHING to self ship with starscream and bumblebee and 50 billion other robots again #ANYTHING #i lost such a vital part of my own heart. due to something i cannot control #but fearing what others think of you IS something you can unlearn and control #it takes time! it wont be overnight! but i believe in you!!! and you can do it!!!#anon. you see something in me that you already have within yourself!! its there!!!#you have your own burning star in your heart and its bright and shining!!!#now take it out of its lantern!!! let it go nova!!!

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aspenmissing · 10 months

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𝙲𝚛𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚅𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚖 (𝙿𝚝 𝟷)

Pidge is studying the Galra Crystal in the Green Lion's hangar. Coran speaks over the intercom.

"Pidge, please come down to the detainment room" Pidge is frustrated from being interrupted but complies and leaves; the Crystal glows ominously. Pidge meets Coran and the other Paladins in front of the pod where Sendak is held. Coran places devices on Sendak's pod "Okay, guys, Sendak's almost all hooked up. But, look, I have to warn you, this technology was used to keep Altean memories alive, not to interrogate prisoner"

"Coran, we understand this isn't what the technology was meant for, but if we can extract Sendak's memories, we may gain valuable intelligence on Zarkon's troop locations"

"Yeah, and then we can just be like, "Knock-knock'" He knocks on Hunk's head "'Who's there?" 'The avenging fury of Voltron, son!" Lance says.

"Fascinating" Pidge says, looking through the glass "So, how exactly does this work?"

"As the memories are extracted, they're written bit by bit on individual molecules of the micro-storage strands" Coran explains.

"When I go, I want all the stuff in my brain stored in a giant ship" Y/N and Soul snorts.

"The amount of information in your brain could be stored in a paper airplane" She says.

"Oh, yeah? Well, the amount of information you have, Y/N, could be..."

"...Yeah?"

"Uh...it's less than what I have!"

"Oh, good one, Lance"

"So this is how you incorporated King Alfor's memories into the Castle of Lions?"

"Precisely, but it's never been attempted before on an unwilling participant" The memory storage device activated but nothing appears.

"Uh, is this what's supposed to happen?" Hunk asks.

"Let's give it some time" The Paladins, Coran and Soul waits for a very, very long time with no results. Hunk feeling tired, falls back. Then they are all sat on the ground, except Coran, Shiro and Pidge. Keith leaning against another container.

"Well, I can't wait around anymore. I'm gonna hit the training deck" Keith leaves and more time passes with no results.

"Okay, if anyone needs me, I'll be in the lab. Maybe I can pull some information from Sendak's Galra Crystal" Pidge leaves as even more time passes, with no results.

"Time to feed the beast. I'm going to go make some breakfast" Hunk leaves. Little times passes. Soul yawns as she leans back into Y/N. Y/N picks Soul up as she yawns.

"I'm gonna go too, and get her to bed. See ya later" Y/N and Soul leaves.

"Well, I'm afraid I can't wait here any longer, either. I have a million duties to attend to. Between that Galra Crystal infecting our system, and then fighting off those ships and performing the Balmeran rejuvenation ceremony, the old Castle of Lions has taken quite a beating. Every system needs to be recharged and repaired"

"I'll stay. Somewhere in Sendak's mind is the information about Zarkon that we need"

"Okay, well, while you guys do that, I think I'm gonna get my chill on. Maybe kick back with a lemonade or space juice. Something" Lance tries to leave.

"Oh, hold on there, space juice. You're going to come and help me"

"What? Why?" Lance asks "Why me?"

"Because you're the last one here and because your activity isn't very important"

"Wait, did I say 'chill with a good lemonade'? I meant I gotta do homework.

"No. Too late" Coran starts leaving.

"Fine..." Lance looks to Shiro "Let us know if anything happens" Lance begins walking away. Shiro does not reply and stops "Shiro?"

"Y-You got it" Lance leaves. Shiro remains staring at Sendak.

Hunk is in the kitchen trying to get food.

"Maybe today, we try a little crème goo-lee" The food goo dispenser doesn't work. Hunk looks inside the tube and clicks the lever before Goo explodes on his face "Agh, my eye!" The goo dispenser rapidly shoots goo everywhere. Pidge walks by and goo shots past her, onto the wall. She turns to look into the kitchen.

"What is going on here?!" Hunk is hiding behind a counter. He looks over the counter to Pidge.

"The goo has me pinned down!" Goo hits his face and he goes back behind the counter. Pidge runs over and goes next to Hunk. She opens a drawer and pulls out plates, handing one to Hunk.

"Okay, we're going to have to flank the goo to shut it down"

"Okay, wait. Wait! It's been a pleasure cooking with you" Hunk salutes Pidge "Go!" Hunk and Pidge rush the goo dispenser from either side using plates as shields. Pidge pins the goo dispenser tube down while Hunk ties the tube in a knot, stopping it and making it overflow.

"Probably a malfunction?"

"Yeah, yeah...Guess the kitchen system needs to be rebooted, too" They're eyes widen as they side glance at each other.

"Leave it for Coran?" Hunk nods; both Hunk and Pidge leave the kitchen a mess.

Meanwhile, Lance is cleaning pods in the sleep chamber with Coran.

"Ugh...Since when did 'you sleep in it, you clean it' become a Voltron rule?" Lance looks to Coran "Also, how is it these pods have the ability to heal a human from near death, but don't have the ability to clean themselves?" Coran laughs.

"Oh, self-cleaning pods. Now, that's a good one" The Pod Coran was cleaning goes back into the ground and he walks over to another one, which lifts up "You know, this kind of reminds me of my time as a young cadet. I had just enlisted in the Altean space squad, aeronautics sub-tech nano-weaponry unit, and I was sent off to boot camp. Our sergeant had us cleaning cryo-pods day and night. I got so good at it, I earned my first set of stripes!" Coran continues talking as Lance gets trapped in a pod. Lance screams.

"Oh- Coran! Hey! Hey! H-Hey" Lance knocks on the pod from the inside; Coran doesn't hear.

"-Oh, those were the days. Anyway, you keep up the good work and maybe someday you'll earn some cleaning stripes, too" The pod holding Lance descends into the floor just as Coran looks around "Lance? Lance! Ah, Paladins..." Coran believes Lance has left.

#Voltron #Reader Insert #Voltron Fandom #Voltron Fanfiction #Fanfiction #Keith x Reader #Keith Kogane x Reader #Voltron Legendry Defender

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writer1queenjaysblog · 2 years

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I l o v e y o u!

(Yandere 4 town! Head cannons *smut warning ⚠️! )

•Ruby was the first girl in her home town to say she knows one of the 4town members

Her and Robaire knew each other since 1st grade.

•Robaire is very protective and can not let Ruby go anywhere by herself such as the store and elsewhere. He is very strict and a little controlling but he's reasonably.

•Is a perfectionist everything must be right for in his mind will make her happy but in reality she doesn't care like if a plate or something being out of place.

•Jesse is a romantic man and when it comes to his Ruby he can get violent and deadly

•She's his muse and he had 104 paintings of her and he has 200 to 304 pictures pf her in his phone and he uses them to paint.

•Loves looking at her and touching her, he and Robaire fight over her constantly like who's going to take her out on a date, who's cooking her favorite, and who gets to spoil her for the month.

•Their all deeply obsessed with her especially Aaron T and Z, they follow her everywhere and fantasize about her 24/7 and unlike Jesse and Robaire they don't argue about that much.

• Aaron Z is a cuddle bug and loves to hold her close to him when their watching a movie, tv show, or laying in bed. He kisses her neck, lips, cheeks, and on her body everywhere.

•Tae young is the most cutest yet manipulating his darling with his cute face and innocent facade he puts on.

He doesn't look like it but he can over power anyone who think they can beat him in a fight.

•Tae Young has a neat yet big knives and pocket knives collection in his room in a box which comes in handy if he needs to kill a rival and he always gets the same pocket knife but of different colors and designs so if the police ask him he'll denie it by cleaning it and then hide it in a unknown spot

•Aaron T is surprisingly strong 💪 he doesn't seem as ripped unless he take off his shirt and his muscles are shown shocking everyone. He can pick Ruby up easily and run off from the other members with ease

Ruby: "T put me down! Babe put me down!"

Aaron T: "Hmm..nope! 😃 😊 "

•Aaron T loves to kiss and hug Ruby that she laughs when he kisses her neck. He knows how to make her laugh and smile but if be sees someone else doing this it's war!

He's definitely the jealous type and won't hesitate to knock someone out for his baby girl.

•Robaire will lock her in his room if she tries to escape from him and he'll pin her down looking at her with those green eyes "You can't escape me or my love..mon amour I will always love you."

•Jesse is very protective and obsessive of Ruby and he tells her that he acts the way he does because he loves her and that he would do anything for her including murder.

"My love I'll do anything for you baby I love so much , my ex wife could never win me back no matter what she saids and does."

"Really?" "Yes I'm yours..and yours alone babe."

(Smut !🥵🥵🥵)

♡ Their sizes

•Jesse 9 inches

•Robaire 10 1/2

• Tae Young 7 inches

•Aaron T 8 inches

• Aaron Z 11 1/2 inches

♡ Aaron Z surprisingly has high stamina due to be active because of sports and work outs he do. He's strong enough to pick her up during sex or just take her from room to room

The others: *watching TV*

Aaron Z: *walking in the room with Ruby over his shoulder *

Ruby: " I told him I wasn't eating and he can't make me move into the kitchen so he can feed me and now we're here."

Jesse: "Baby you have to eat and take care of yourself also z how long are you going to hold my baby girl?"

Aaron Z: "Til bedtime plus she's sleeping in My bed tonight. "

♡Jesse is very clingy and won't let her out of his sight for a moment and he loves painting and drawing her no other woman can become his muse for the canvas let alone the camera.

♡ He's also a photographer and takes photos among lots of photos of her after sex and will keep them in a scrap book or in his wallet, phone, or on his wall next to a painting of her.

♡After sex Tae Young will cuddle with her and talk sweetly to her saying romantic sweet things in Korean. Robaire does the same in French.

♡Aaron T loves to tie her up and go rough and crazy along with aggressive which she loves.

♡Aarron Z and Tae Young like to talk dirty and naughty 😏 to Ruby in Korean since his mom is Korean 🇰🇷 and his dad is afro-german 🇩🇪

So this means that they have threesomes more often

♡Sixsomes happens a lot and sometimes she is unable to walk, sometimes she walks with a limp and some love marks on her body.

"You'll never escape us darling no matter what you do."

"Because mi amor we"

"Love you baby girl. "

"You don't know what you've done to me baby."

"I'm crazy about you babe really baby I am...I'll happily make you my second wife my beautiful muse~."

#4town headcanons #4town robaire #4town #4 town yandere #4town jesse #aaron z #4town taeyoung #yandere disney x reader #4town aaron t #4town x reader #4town smut

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imhereforscm · 1 year

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Hey would u be able to write a drabble headcannon of the gods comforting you after a BPD (Borderline personality disorder) episode. Not the aggressive type, the self destructive type.

All the gods—BPD comfort

Genre: comfort

Warnings: BPD

A/N: You said "headcanon", so I assumed that's what you meant. 😅 Also, if you think I didn't portray your request correctly, don't hesitate to ask me to rewrite it.🌹🌹

Leon:

• He'll keep up his usual attitude, but not because he's mocking you.

• Being intense towards you now won't be of help, so he tries to get to you calmly.

• Honestly, I think Leon can be one of the best gods to boost your confidence, so if you're feeling like a terrible person or worthless, he's gonna make sure you feel like a queen/king/royalty.

• If you're feeling guilty for indulging in something, he'll be there for you and make you understand that you deserve the finest things in life.

• "You're not greedy, nor undeserving. You're the most precious person I've met and you taught me what love is. Your heart is big and warm and sympathetic. You're everything many people wish they were. Now raise your chin and look up with those deep, feisty eyes."

Scorpio:

• His special ability will be of great help for him, because that way, he'll understand exactly how you feel and what you need at the moment.

• If you're feeling like giving up on something in your life, such as a friendship, your relationship, your job, he will provide you with all the reasons why you shouldn't do that and try and bring you in touch with reality, when your brain is being loud with cruel lies about yourself.

• Of course, he will be emotionally there for you and will actually be patient, because he loves you and anything he says—even if his words sound kinda harsh at times—he says them out of love.

• If you're feeling like you can't keep moving forward, he will be your support and provide you with courage, because you are loved and wanted here.

• "Hey, you know what I see when I look into your eyes? Might. You're a brave person and ambitious. Life is not always how we'd want it to be and struggles come and go. But there are still great things waiting for you and if you give up now, you'll never get to see them. You taught me that. I'll be by your side whenever you need a shoulder to cry on or somewhere to lean on."

Teorus:

• Will make sure you're away of everything that may cause you harm and will hold you close and hum against your head something soft for you to relax.

• I feel like Teorus has a lovely singing voice, so if you want him to, he can sing for you.

• Will shower you with adoration and compliments, which he means from the bottom of his heart.

• Will tell you stories of all the gods to take your mind off of any harmful thoughts you may be experiencing.

• If food is something that helps you find comfort, he'll make sure to get you anything you wish for.

• Will feed you himself and will not stop telling you how beautiful you are inside and out.

• "You are my sweet goddess/god/deity, my light and an absolute sugary blessing. You're amazing, hardworking and I know you can keep going. You're brave and wonderful for making it this far and I'm a hundred percent sure you can keep moving further. I believe in you, my goddess/god/deity!"

Dui:

• Will make sure to remind you of all the beautiful things in life (your friends, him, you, your relationship, your hobbies, times when you felt truly happy or excited about something, etc.) if you're feeling empty or anxious.

• Shadow Dui won't sit back and watch you struggle either of course! He'll come out and make sure you're distracted by indulging in physical activities with you (jogging, dancing, walking around, tickling you if you enjoy tickling).

• Sweet Dui will make sure you're aware of his love for you and how much he needs you in his life, reassuring you he'll never leave you. He'll make you feel on top of the world.

• "You are my saviour and the sunlight after the rainstorm. No matter how many clouds gather, I'm sure you'll come out brightly again afterwards. I'm here for you and I'm never leaving." —Sweet Dui

• Shadow Dui will make sure you're feeling safe and secure in his arms, will help you strengthen your courage and strive for your goals, by reminding you how much you've fought for them already and what they mean to you.

• "You go out there and show them who's the boss! You're marvelous and your mind and heart are so great and so brilliant, I believe in you!" —Shadow Dui

Huedhaut:

• Doesn't let you drink any of his alcohol for the time being, for your own good.

• If music calms you down or helps you take your mind off of the things that make you feel this way, he'll play the flute for you. Any song you feel like listening to.

• May even write a piece himself just for you.

• Tells you how deeply he loves you and how he'd do everything to make sure you're happy.

• How you brighten up his life and how you complete him.

• "I'm gonna love you in every life, every shape and every form. Every body or gender your soul resides in is beloved to me. You're my other half and without you, my heart is not full."

Ichthys:

• Will find distractions for you, in order to take your mind off of all the self destructive thoughts flooding you.

• Believes smiling and laughing is the best medicine, so that's what he'll strive to do.

• Will take you somewhere you'd like to go and relieve some tension by walking around, dancing with you, running with you.

• Or you might even stay at home, watching a movie that makes you feel happy, whether that's comedy, romance, any genre you love basically!

• He might even tickle you, if you don't feel uncomfortable with that sort of thing.

• "Smiling suits you. Your eyes sparkle beneath the light, the sunlight, the moonlight—any light! And your laugh is so precious and adorable. So I'm gonna make sure you smile and that you smile truly and genuinely!"

Karno:

• He will hold you close and softly caress your hair, while whispering the sweetest things to you.

• Is patient and never once pressures you into talking about it if you're not ready, nor does he shut you down when you feel like talking.

• Anything you want to do, he'll follow along, as long as it's nothing harmful for you.

• Will remind you of all the beautiful things in life, how strong you are, how beautiful your heart is and how stunning you look.

• "You've been like this all your life. I remember it well. You grew up, but your heart remained as pure as it always was. And I know how hard you've worked for what you have and how much you love it. So don't give up on those, please. I want you to be happy and I know you don't actually want to do all that."

Zyglavis:

• He'll get you some chocolates if you're in the mood for them or warm cocoa.

• Will talk things through with you, finding what causes your distress, where he can help you and what can be helpful in your situation.

• Will not criticise you AT ALL during your time of distress.

• Will tidy up for you, while you get some sleep if you want.

• "You've been stressing too much and you've exhausted yourself mentally and physically. You may get some sleep and I promise you, I'll be here when you wake up again and all of your responsibilities around the house will be taken care of."

Aigonorus:

• This man probably gives some of the best hugs and cuddles, so if you need them, he's right here.

• Will make sure you feel safe, loved and that you're aware of all his appreciation for you and that he'll never and I mean NEVER abandon you.

• Will stay awake and you can talk. Aigonorus won't miss a single word of what you're saying and the calmness of his voice, combined with his warmth will be soothing you.

• "Let's breathe, together, alright? I heard humans tend to do that. In... Out... In... And out... That's it... Now, do you want to talk about it? I promise to listen. Come. Let's lay in bed."

Krioff:

• Will be awkward and a little scared, because he loves you a lot and he doesn't want to mess this up, but will remain by your side and be there for you through everything.

• Will try and get your mind off of things that may be stressful, or the thoughts that push you to harm yourself.

• May do some exercise with you.

• May watch movies with you.

• If you want, he'll take you out for ice cream and will take you to a calm place, like a lake, where you can enjoy the peace and quiet.

• "It's pretty calm in here, isn't it? Look, at that bird... It's so small. You think it's pretty? Yeah, it is. Want to dip your feet in the water? It's a little cool, but it's a nice feeling."

Tauxolouve:

• Will hug you warmly to his chest and do anything you want, while keeping you safe.

• If you want to cuddle, you're gonna do just that.

• If you want to watch a movie, you'll do just that.

• A warm bath? Of course.

• Massage? On it.

• Will make sure you feel beautiful and cared for and remind you how beautiful life is and how precious you are to him, so there's NO way he'll ever leave you.

• Will try and relax you and distract you from your self destructive thoughts by putting on some calm music and slow dance with you in your house, with the lights on or off, depending on what makes you comfortable.

• "May I have this dance, my little lady/gentleman/noble? Your beautiful. No I'm not lying, I truly think you're magnificent. You're a wonderful person and I don't ever want to loose you. I love you."

Partheno:

• Will prepare a warm bath for you and will treat you like the treasure you are for him.

• Will give you a massage.

• Lovingly do your hair, if you've been neglecting yourself.

• He won't make you feel as less than beautiful NOT EVEN ONCE.

• He doesn't care if you have hair on your legs, or got some extra tummy. Partheno is the god of beauty, therefore he knows beauty exists everywhere and he can see it.

• Now this one depends on you, he won't force you to do anything if you don't feel comfortable: Some people find sweet, slow love making comforting, so if you're one of those people, he'll make sure to fulfill all of your needs. Safely of course!

• "You're absolutely stunning, my love. You're perfect, body and soul. You made me a true god and you're my source of happiness. I'll never leave you. You're my rose and I'll make sure everyone knows my adoration for you will last for all eternity and beyond."

#scm #star crossed myth #scm leon #scm scorpio #scm teorus #scm dui #scm huedhaut #scm ichthys #scm karno #scm zyglavis #scm aigonorus #scm krioff #scm tauxolouve #scm partheno #scm headcanons

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mangalover4321 · 4 months

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While finishing up Requiem of a Redemption, I wanted to share some of the music I listen to while writing and what songs I think definitely reflects back on Shinjurou and the entire story. So here is the first part of my list of songs!

First up!

Za Za by Biv

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This one has had the biggest impact on my writing and story. It is the song that I have connected with Shinjurou. Especially these lyrics right here:

Your voice is all I see too, the love I couldn't feed you I shouldn't try to teach you, all I wanted was to reach you Hold you till the sun up and turn the fuckin world off It's just us, just rip apart my flaws, love You never should of hurt, just because I'm so fucked up This is all that I deserve

It is just absolutely heartbreaking and related to Shinjurou as a person.

The War II by heylog

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Fantastic song from heylog! They are one of my favorite musicians and I can not stop but praise their music! Everything is so amazing and it was hard to pick just one song from their entire career but the War II is definitely the most influential one on Requiem of a Redemption. Here are my favorite lyrics:

i'll fight till death if it keeps u safe i'll kill them all just to make sure ur okay they charge at me, hold my ground, be brave i lost my mind and there's nothing that remains

Tutorial on How to Smile by JAXXON D. SILVA featuring Haydn and GRXGVR

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Honestly, I really just love the beat in this song, keeping the pace throughout it the same. My favorite part of the songs:

I'm only happy doing something that I'd die for Is there any tutorial on how to smile more, oh yeah

Hospital Beds Part II by Ethel Cain

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Again, this song reminds of Shinjurou dealing with the fact that Ruka was actively dying and he could not do anything about it. He's already lost so much and with this, it really is the breaking point. My favorite part of the song:

I’ve been broken before But this time I’ve lost my life Cause every time I held yours You made me wanna keep mine

Ethel Cain just has an absolutely beautiful voice and you can feel the heartbreak in her vocals throughout the song.

Kill Me by XXXTentacion

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Just...dear God, these lyrics are something else. Again, this song pulls at Shinjurou's PTSD and depression eventually descent in alcoholism. The most impactful lyrics from the song:

Kill me now, numb the pain, I just want it to stop Run away, run away from my broken heart

Sleepseason by slen featurin Idstayawaytoo

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Sleepseason is one of my all-time favorite songs and not just because of the impact it had on Requiem of a Redemption. Just understanding the feeling of wanting to be better, again and again, and struggling to do it (which again relates to Shinjurou). My favorite lyrics from the song:

I'm sorry I apologize- 'pologize If I hurt you with my lies- with my lies I'm trying to be better now- better now I'ma get it right this time- right this time

Star Shopping by Lil Peep

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Absolutely beautiful. This song always gets to me and I can not say it enough: this song is so influential. It doesn't matter how it relates to the story by the overall tone and musical composition in the song is something else. My favorite lyrics from the song:

Look at the sky tonight, all of the stars have a reason A reason to shine, a reason like mine and I'm fallin' to pieces Look at the sky tonight, all of those stars have a reason

The Devil Told Me I'm Not Alone by Gemini Aaliyah

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A heartbreakingly beautiful song from Gemini Aaliyah. Great for helping to write some difficult scenes.

ITIIITIATIIHYLIHYL by Blackshape

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This is a very unique song and I found it by accident! This is one of my favorite songs to listen to when writing fighting scenes. My favorite part of the very short lyrics:

If this is all there is I hope you live

Swan Dive by Convolk

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Great song by convolk! This song is tied with another Convolk song, Anxiety, which I will include in my next post.

My favorite lyric in the song:

Why can't I seem to let you in Never really loved the man I been Never really kept my word but I'll run away Things caged and kept from you

Part two of my list will be posted song as well!

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thewritteninferno · 2 years

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When She Asks

Genres: Romance/Lighthearted

Inspired by a prompt by @gingerly-writing . You can find the prompt here. Thank you, @gingerly-writing , for the wonderful prompt.

________Starting of prompt

“Yes, I save lives. That doesn’t mean I’m a hero, or a good person.” They cocked their head in thought. “Honestly, I would most accurately describe myself as a rat bastard.”

________Ending of prompt

"I never said you were a good person, let alone a hero, so don't flatter yourself," she breathed heavily, chest heaving. She had been fighting the Black ghosts for so long with little avail. Her muscles ached.

She wiped the sweat off her forehead with her sleeve. "but rat bastard or not," she looked into his eyes pleadingly, searching his gaze for empathy and morality. "you're the one I need."

The Light Agency sent her to fight the Black ghosts -- or at least, that's what the agency called them -- because, well, they didn't quite have much of a choice. It wasn't abnormal to have supernatural activity in the city, let alone ghosts, which seem to appear all the time, but these were different.

These ghosts were made of shadow. Literal shadow. And they set fire to anything they gazed upon, though they mostly enjoyed feeding off the terror they ignite in people.

Most heroes had powers that enhanced already present senses to a supernatural level, like strength and speed, but none of those abilities were of any use on stupid fluffy dark cloud ghost things. People that had unnatural powers like hers were rare.

She was, quite literally, the only other person in the city to have anything to offer that could even remotely delay those ghosts, but her powers were manipulation of sound. They didn't work for something intangible as literal black floating cloud things damnit. She didn't even know what to call them. The worst she could do was hold them off by deafening their senses of sound.

And then there was him. The other person in the city that could possibly save everyone. Able to manipulate light and shadow, people called him the Shadow Breaker.

So, now she stood next to him at the tip of a tall building, pleading for his help so he could save everyone. Did it hurt her pride? Hell yes. Did it really matter now?

Well, what pride would be left to get hurt if she didn't get his help?

He stood there, not facing her but the city skyline, taking a drag out of his cigarette -- how she despised when he smoked -- and exhaled, looking over his shoulder to smirk at her.

She swallowed hard, her heart beating just a little faster at his action, her stomach flipping. He murmured, "I'm the one you need, huh? I didn't know you were so desperate for me. And here I thought you hated me, sweetheart." He reached out his right hand -- the one not holding the cigarette -- towards her face, stroking her cheek.

"Oh, shut up." She swatted his hand away. "You know that's not what I meant."

"There's no point, you know. Saving everyone." She waited in silence while he took another drag, rolling her eyes in annoyance. "No one in this city respects you, let alone sees you as a hero."

"Because of you." she spat and he chuckled.

"It's not my fault that I oh so accidentally happened to frame you for robbing the city bank just as the reporters showed up. Now everyone thinks you're the villain and I'm the guardian angel of the city, and your little agency couldn't even bother cleaning up your act to the media."

He brought the cigarette to his lips again. She scoffed, "Can you stop? Unless you have no problem smoking your lungs off at an early age and dying. Plus, it smells foul."

He rolled his eyes, bored. "Thank you for your concern, darling. I'll surely stop just because you asked me to." But then, despite his sarcasm, he did.

He twirled the cigarette between his fingers before letting it go, letting it fall to the ground. He stepped on it, crushing it beneath his foot.

She glanced down at the cigarette and then looked up at him, stepping closer to him. He shoved his hands in his black trouser pockets, white button down sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and turned to fully face her.

"You have no reason or motive to save a city that hates the mere sight of you."

"This isn't about me. It's not fucking about me. Fuck how everyone sees me because, no matter how horrible they think I am, I still want to save everyone because -- because --"

He raised a brow. "Because?"

"I --" she glared at him with frustration, running a hand through her hair. "--something like this doesn't even need a reason! Why does one need a reason to save people, for God's sake just --" She hid her face in her hands, sighing.

"I need you to help save everyone. You're not as good as you seem, and I'm not as bad as I seem -- or rather, as bad as you made me seem," his smug expression broadened "and deep down we both know that you're the villain and I'm the hero. So just.... help me switch roles to stop the city from collapsing again. But to do that, I need you."

He exhaled, pulling her hands away from her face, not letting them go. He stared at her for a moment, brows narrowed, gaze debating and sharp. She tried to pull her hands away while he thought, but he pulled right back in.

He took a step closer to her and looked at her wrists instead of her face now, apparently finding her hands much more interesting than her gaze. He traced small circles along her hands and she tried to ignore the touch.

His voice was low, "What do I get out of this?"

"My debt to you and gratitude."

He raised a brow, amusement returning to his eyes, his lips twisting, gaze still on her wrists. "Hm.... not enough."

"Oh for fuck's sake the city literally burning and you —"

"A kiss." He looked up at her, smiling lazily, gazing at her lips. "One kiss."

She scoffed. "You're kidding."

He shrugged. "No one's forcing you, love," He tilted his head. "but if you want my help, these are my terms."

In that moment, as the sun set, she could feel the fires being set out by the ghosts, and she could see the sun's glow reflect off his place face, brown eyes glowing like honey. At times, he looked so young and boyish, so far away from .... from whatever conniving and slick con he acted to be in the daytime. Away from the chill of the Shadow Breaker. And, for a second, she thought that maybe she would have kissed him, even without him asking.

He let her hands go.

She breathed out as he kept walking closer as she backed away until she was at the edge of the building. She didn't notice she was at the edge, lost in his gaze, and took a step off the edge and then she was falling back, eyes widening in fear and --

He reeled her back in, arms around her waist, pressing her against his chest. She caught her rapid breath, trying to calm her adrenaline from almost falling to death and now being pressed up against his warm chest. She could hear his heartbeat.

His lazy smile turned into a smirk and he whispered, nose in her hair, "It's so easy to fall. Just one wrong move and you're gone. Aren't you lucky I caught you?"

She pushed away from him, trying to get her stupid heart to stop beating so hard. She exhaled shakily.

"H-had enough fun, have you? I'm not here to play games. We don't have time. Are you helping me or not?"

He shrugged before raising his hand to her chin, his dark gaze meeting her aggravated one. He was too close, too close to her for comfort. Any movement and her lips would be on his.

"I told you I'm a rat bastard. I really don't care if the city crumbles. Give me a reason to save the city alive. Kiss me."

He let her go, stepping back and waited, staring at her unabashedly and languidly as if the whole situation bored yet amused him. She swallowed, hesitating, and he could see the conflict in her eyes.

She took tentative steps towards him, stopping inches away from him.

"One kiss and you'll save everything?"

'So you'll do it, huh? A deal with the Devil to save everything?' He thought, amused.

"One kiss and I'll do anything."

She stood on her toes, heart racing as the wind whipped around them, and placed her trembling hands on his shoulders, leaning into him as he leaned into her, his gaze twinkling with mischief, and then, as her lips neared hers --

She stopped, looking into his eyes. "You wouldn't hurt me. I know that." She pulled away from him, stepping back. She sighed smugly, crossing her arms. "You hate me, but you know that if everyone died, it would kill me. Even if I don't kiss you, I know you'll still save everything."

"And why would I?"

She tilted her head, gazing at his face. "Because I asked you."

All traces of humor from his face were gone. His jaw was set hard yet she knew he wasn't angry until --

She bit her lip, observing his reactions. His expression broke into annoyance and he rolled his eyes. He sneered. "Fuck." She grinned. She knew she won.

This girl was going to be the death of him. He was sure of it. He lunged in her direction, growling. He pulled her in, whispering in her ear before diving off the building,

"You still owe me. Don't forget that."

And when she looked up minutes later to see the Black ghosts dissipate into thin air and the fires of the city put out, she smiled.

Of course he'd save everything. She asked him to.

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NOT A PR0MPT.

#hero x villain #hero #villain #romance #love #dark hair #brunette #oneshot #pleading #enemies to lovers #arrogant #sarcasm #superpowers #lighthearted #supernatural #framing

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dp-marvel94 · 2 years

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For the fic-writer-ask-game-thing: 12, 17, and 21.🙂🙂

12. Is there a trope you haven’t written yet but really want to?

I don't think this is an actual trope but I've never actually written the Fenton parents meeting Dani, even though I've got a bunch of stories where logically that's what should happen next. I'm thinking when I finish Face to Face, I'm going to write at least the next chapter of "It was an accident, I swear." which should have that scene in it.

17. What fic are you most proud of?

It's predictable but I'm going to have to say Face to Face. I've been working on this story since November 2019. It's at almost 250K now and I just might finish it this year. I've got 5 chapters and an epilogue left and I'm so close to the climax. I've been dying to write this particular scene for years and I'm so proud of this story, of how much my writing's improved, how far I've taken the characters. I think I'll be sad when it's done but I'm also really excited to finish.

21. What is the one fic that got away?

So I'll give two answers here, since I'm not sure if this is supposed to mean a story you've started but will probably never finish, or an idea you've had that you'll probably never write.

First, this fic. I wrote for the phic phight back in 2020. The summary: Phantom, the adoptive son of Clockwork, doesn't remember his life but wishes he did. Jack Fenton, ghost hunter, lost his only son at a young age. When the portal activates, a newly half-human Phantom stumbles into Jack's lab, bearing a painfully familiar blue-eyed, black haired form.

At the time, I'd thought about doing a multi-chapter version that's 50K plus. (My estimation at the time; really with my writing now it would be 100K+ 😂)

It would have Maddie and Jazz returning and meeting Phantom, the half ghost slowly remembering who he is, Jack noticing the resemblance much more slowly until he eventually tells Maddie who refuses to get her hopes up, and Phantom (Danny) figuring out the truth but being scared to say anything because why would the Fentons want him as a son. It would end with him telling Jazz and eventually getting the courage to tell their parents. Oh, and I'd have a side plot of the Observants finding out and Clockwork dealing with that with an eventual reunion and Clockwork meeting Danny's human parents.

It would have been a lot of fun, especially with that parental Clockwork. But I wasn't that far in Face to Face at the time and now have so many other multi-chapter stories I want to write more.

And a story I've never written anything for and probably never will-

The idea start after reading "Simulacrum" by @bibliophilea with Danny Fenton dying in the portal and Danny Phantom being a ghost possessing his still living body. I was imagining the vibes are kinda like "Real Life" by @cordria and "Mother Knows Best" by MayAnny, at least at first.

In this story, ghosts are not dead people but scary, inhuman monsters. They're very single-minded and selfish, only focused and feeding and defending their territory. Ghosts are attracted to human souls and feed off of the emotions coming from them like mites eating dead skin. That's how Phantom ends up fusing with Danny's body; he senses Danny's dying soul and is drawn to the portal. He reaches for the soul, wanting it to hold on, since a ghost can't feed off an emotionless dead body. Danny's soul slips away as he dies but, in that in-between place, a tiny portion breaks off, staying in the body.

This isn't all that noticeable at first. Phantom, in Danny's body, is very uncoordinated and confused. There's vague memories in the body's brain, enough to figure out what's happening. He hides out in Danny's room for a while, adjusting. He avoids Jack and Maddie, realizing they're dangerous if they discover him. Jazz is busy so he doesn't see much of her at first. Since ghosts aren't capable of emotions like humans are, Phantom doesn't really care about Danny's friends and family. They're just a food source to him. He does have restrain; most ghosts are opportunist parasites, not predators. They need to keep the humans they feed off of alive. But why would they care about their emotion wellbeing?

So, it's a surprise, even to himself when Phantom does. A few days after the accident, Sam and Tucker come to check on him. Ravenous, he grabs onto Sam's arm, easier to feed on her emotions. He drinks too deeply, the dark purple of her soul, only visible to ghosts like him, flickering erratically. The goth's eyes blow wide, arm frantically pulling away as her emotions flare with sharp fear. Phantom lets go and... it hits him, as odd flickering inside. He doesn't want her to be afraid, not off him. There's... an odd warmth in his chest once Sam calms down and she and Tucker asked about what's going on, eyes wide with concern. Phantom realizes he doesn't want them to know what he actually is, that he isn't actually Danny.

So the lying starts, the pretending to be human. The strange memories help with that. Phantom learns quickly. When the other ghosts come, he protects his humans. He gets used to family, friends, school, growing more human the longer he stays in the human world.

The longer this goes on, the more strange Phantom feels. There's odd feelings, odd drives he doesn't understand. He wants to protect Sam and Tucker. When they get upset seeing his injuries from ghost fights, he wants to comfort them, make them feel better. They hang out, joke with each other and... Phantom laughs.

Then there's the Fenton parents. Living in the same house, encounters are unavoidable. They're not nearly as bad as he'd thought at first. They're loud, boisterous, excitable. In public, they call him and Jazz embarrassingly sweet pet names and insist on goodbye kisses. And.... Phantom blushes, like any other teenager. But secretly, somewhere deep inside, that warm feeling returns. When he says, "i love you too" like the son he's pretending to be, it doesn't feel completely fake.

And then there's Jazz. The red-head watches him with furrowed brow, always worried. Something in him churns, almost... uneasy with the looks. But she also ruffles his hair, asks him what's wrong, why he's been so tense since the accident. Something in him flickers, something that tastes like guilt. And... that warm feeling, the damned warm feeling....

Phantom can see human souls, as odd mixtures of color and smell. And sometimes, when he looks in the mirror, he sees a glimpses of something in his own blue eyes. Something that shouldn't be there but also should.

Spectra shows up. This is when Jazz discovers Phantom is not her brother. There's lots of emotion at the reveal. Jazz is angry, betrayed, grieved. And Phantom's heart aches, the feelings almost bring him to his knees. It's so strong, a tidal wave crashing over him.

Spectra pounces, feeding off of him. Somehow, impossibly, he's giving off emotions, human emotions, she can feed one. It doesn't make sense. It feels like he's being ripped apart. It hurts so much. But.. he knows. He's known for a while. Phantom is not really a ghost any more. He's... something else now. Something... almost human. Over the months, he's become more human as he's built on Danny’s soul fragment.

That's the flickering green, the shape of a soul he catches a glimpses of in his own eyes. That's the mysterious smoky scent that he's smelt in Sam, Tucker, Jazz, and the Fenton parents' souls. That's the mark that his freaky, unnatural twisted soul-thing leaves when it touches his loved ones. His Loved Ones. Somehow, he loves them.

The thought is enough to get up and fight. Jazz intercedes though, helping him stop Spectra. But she won't talk to him after that. Not for months. For some reason, she doesn't tell anyone. Maybe she feels some pity. She doesn't want Danny's friends and their parents to have to face the knowledge that their friend and son is gone, that a monster is masquerading in his skin.

A monster.... that word rings in Phantom's head for the next months. That guilt is there now, so much stronger now that he recognizes and acknowledges he feels it. It's horrible but also... it's almost good. He can feel. Now that knows his human side in there, that the borrowed soul inside of him is real, he can almost feel it growing. And he lets it. He embraces it. It hurts. It hurts so much. But he can feel. He can love. And it's so much better than ghostly numbness. His previous existence really was cursed. And maybe this is why ghosts feed on human emotions. Maybe that was all a futile attempt to fill that ache, an ache he hadn't even been aware of.

So Phantom... Danny, a part of him whispers... lets himself so more human. He fights for his town. He protects. He hangs out with Sam and Tucker. He... thinks about telling them the truth, about confronting his sister. Except... no, Jazz isn't his sister. She's Danny's. He's just the creature that stole her brother's body.

The guilt is eating him alive now. For a while, the emotions were a bliss but they've grown. He's grown. Within weeks... he's a fake. An imposter. This isn't his life, his body. It's not even his soul. His gift, this humanity is stolen. It doesn't belong to him. He doesn't deserve it.

Maybe Spectra was right, maybe he's just a ghost pretending to be human.

The Ghost King comes and Phantom fights. He takes the suit and reseals Pariah. He doesn't care if he dies (if he can even die). He doesn't care if this destroys him. As long as his loved ones are safe. As long as they're okay, this will be worth it. And maybe.... maybe his destruction will make up for the life he's stolen.

The suit does almost destroy him. As the percentage ticks down, Phantom has peace. He suceeded. They're safe. Everything fades to black.

Phantom blinks awake darkness, speckled with stars surrounding him. In the distance, a figure approaches. Closer.... it's a boy. Black hair, blue eyes.

A wave. "There you are. I've been waiting."

"Where am I? Who are you?"

"Well, there's no easy way to put this but... you're in limbo."

"Limbo...." Dread. Fear. "Like...."

The boy, the familiar boy shakes his head. "You're not actual dead. Just having a near death experience."

That hits Phantom like a truck. A near death experience.... the dread deepens because.... "Who are you?" The question is painfully quiet.

The boy smiles teasingly. "Come on, you know the answer to the that."

"Danny." His mouth is dry. "You're... you're the real Danny."

The boy, Danny, frowns. "I wouldn't say the real Danny. It's not like I'm any more real than you are."

"Why are you here?"

Danny shrugs, still frowning. "It's customary for a family member to met you on the way to the afterlife. Grandma Fenton wanted to come but I begged for it to be me."

"Why?" Phantom trembles, dread and disbelief an ugly, paralyzing mess.

"Why?" Danny holds up his hands. "I wanted to meet you."

The ghost feels like crying. "But.. but why? Why would you... would you want to met me? I... I took everything from you."

"No you didn't. I was already dead" Danny shakes his head. "Besides, why wouldn't I want to meet my baby brother?"

Phantom actually does cry as Danny reassures him. "I've been watching and... and I'm so proud of you, of what you've been doing with your life."

"But... but it's your life. I... I took it. I'm just... just a ghost possessing a corpse."

"No, you're not." A wave of a hand and mirror appears. "You're not really a ghost at all." Phantom and Danny side by side. "Don't you see? You're not in your body. You're just your soul right now. And this is what you look like."

In the mirror is Danny Fenton's face. Blue eyes, black hair, freckles, the familiar scar by his ear.

"And look deeper." Danny, the original, says.

Phantom does. Two swirling masses of glittering green.

"We're twin souls." Danny motioned. "See." The wispy clouds of soul ripple. The colors, the movement.... so similar, so familiar. "We're not completely the same." And Phantom catches the whiff of smell. Smoke and pine. Flowers and fudge and books. Apples and steak. The trace of all his... their loved ones mix together, in different combinations. "But we're made of the same stuff."

Phantom can see it. He can feel it. Something in his loosens.

"So you didn't take anything you weren't allowed to have. Really, I'm happy you were there. If you hadn't been, well.... Danny Fenton would just be gone. But he's not."

"But... you're Danny Fenton." Phantom's brow furrows.

"I was." A shrug. "But now you are. It's your life now."

The two talk for what felt like hours. There are reassurances, stories, hugs.

They laugh, they smile. And... it feels like they'd known each other forever. Like they're old friends. Phantom's heart swells with love, with brotherly affection. He has so many thoughts, so many questions.

There are so many stories. So many jokes. So many promises: to tell Sam and Tucker the truth, to tell Jazz her brother loves her.

Slowly, light seeps in.

"You'll be waking up soon."

Phantom's shoulders fall, eyes downcast. "Oh. I guess this is goodbye then." His eyes are watering. "I'll miss you."

"You'll see me again." Danny puts an arm around him.

Phantom's eyes widen. "Really?"

The other boy nods. "Yep. It'll be sooner than you think. Just a blink really, when you're looking at forever. But," He turns placing his hands on his counterpart's shoulder. "You are going to live a long and happy life. You'll graduate, go to college, travel, live your dreams. You'll do so much good. And when it's your time, when you're done.... I'll be here, waiting. And you can tell me all about it."

"O... okay. I will." Crying, Phantom practically crushes Danny in a hug. "I'll see you again."

"Yes. You will. Bye, Danny. Have a good life."

With that, Danny fades away.

And Danny wakes up.

There are tears on his face. Beeping near his head, a oxygen masks over his mouth.

He blinks, fumbling to move it.

"Danny!" "You're awake."

Mom and Dad. They hover in his vision, hugging each other and crying.

"Doctor! Get the doctor!" "Our boy's awake!"

In a flurry of action, doctors and nurses check him. Lights are shone in his eyes, vitals checked. A battery of tests.

"He's completely fine." "It's a miraculous recovery!"

The parent hover over him. So many worried, loving words. But Jazz hangs back, quiet but... face just as wet.

The two trade knowing looks. Eventually... "You two should get food. You haven't eaten all day." Jazz insists. "I'll stay with him."

The parents left, leaving the two siblings alone.

There's awkward silence for a long moment. Then....

Jazz practically rushes forward, throwing her arms around him. "We were so worried! You just disappeared with the suit. And Mom and Dad... they found you out side the shield. You were... you were almost dead. We thought...." She hiccups on a sob. "We thought you wouldn't make it. You liked so... so pale and thought.... I kept thinking. I couldn't.... I couldn't loss you again. I... I can't. I can't loss you again."

Phantom, Danny, froze, mind spinning. What was she... she saying? She couldn't be.... The thoughts crash in his head and before he ca really process.... "I saw him, the... the real Danny."

Jazz steps back, eyes wide. "What?"

"I saw him, when I was... was unconscious. Your... your real brother." Real... the word isn't quite right, not anymore. His, Phantom, is Danny Fenton. He is Jazz's brother. But in her mind, that's not true, is it?

The girl's brow furrows, confusion deepening. "How?"

Danny explains. His near death experience, his conversation with his passed-on counterpart. "He wanted me to tell you he loves and misses you."

Jazz's eyes well with tears. "He did?"

"Yeah. He really loves you." The boy shrugs, looking down guiltily. "I... I'm sorry that I'm here and he's not."

There's silence for a long time. Then.... Jazz's hand on his arm. "That's not your fault." She whips her face. "I'm happy... I'm so happy you're okay."

Phantom looks up, blinking, disbelieving. She... she'd hugged him earlier. She... she'd said she didn't want to loss him. His lip trembles. "Do you... do you mean that?"

Jazz nods, whispering. "I thought I was going to loss you."

The words speak volumes and her eyes.... round and wet, shining with... with something Danny can't hope is really there. But...

Phantom stiffens, catching a whiff. She's touching him and her emotions flicker at the edge of his awareness. But that can't... that can't be what he's sensing. That can't be...

"I... I'm so sorry. I'd been so mad, so angry at you for so long. But... but none of this is your fault. The accident wasn't your fault. It's not your fault he's... he's gone."

The boy looks down, guilt flaring. But Jazz continues.

"It's not your fault. But I was blaming you and pushing you away. And... and I could have lost you. I could have lost you without telling you..." Danny gasp, the weight of her emotion washing over him. "I love you. I love you so much little brother."

The half ghost shakes, cries, trembles. She... she loves him.

"You're not the Danny I grew up with but you are by brother. I love you. I love you so much.”

He hugs her tighter. Jazz loves him. She loves him. And it's all he can think.

(XD And you got me to write it as a fic... kinda? I wrote this instead of working on Face to Face, so I hope ya'll are happy. 😂😅)

#Danny Phantom #my post #my ficlet #spooky inhuman ghosts au #with some sibling bonding!#and maybe a near death experience 👀#i wrote this instead of working on Face to Face 😅

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