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mysweetlixe · 6 months

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-Attractive Things

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Chan was driving Y/N to their favorite and she watched the sun slowly dip below the horizon from her window. Chan was driving Y/N home, her lips pursed in a thin line as she watched the sun slowly dip below the horizon from her window. She was enamored with the way Chan drove; one hand lightly resting on the wheel, his gaze fixed ahead as though he knew exactly which turns to take.

He maneuvered through winding roads and at times even took shortcuts that would have otherwise been lost on her. Every so often he'd glance over at her before turning his attention back to driving, a small smirk occasionally tugging at corners of his mouth when she caught him looking - something random she found attractive about him and only made Y/N love him more.

The sun had almost disappeared from view when they reached their spot where they always parked off-road in hopes of catching some stargazing time together after their drive home from work or class each day. The previously short journey had stretched into twilight by then but neither of them seemed bothered; rather it felt like a cherished ritual between couples whom already loved deeply for one another - just basking in each other’s company.

Minho was on the couch, seemingly lost in thought, when Y/N came over and sat next to him. His hands moved to her hair as he began playing with it, something he often did when his mind was elsewhere.

Y/N found something strangely attractive about the way he moved his hands through her hair - it was thoughtful but gentle. It reminded her of how much care and attention he paid to everything, no matter if it was a simple task or something more complicated; Minho always gave one hundred percent effort into anything that had to do with Y/N.

as his hands glided through her hair she couldn't help but notice the way his fingers lingered around the edges of her face, as if he was memorizing every inch with his fingertips. Y/N laughed out loud when Minho's thoughtful musings got interrupted by him getting lost in a particular area and then randomly moving to a different spot entirely. She appreciated that she could instantly break his focus - but even more so that it never lasted long before he returned back to task at hand.

Changbin opened his eyes as the morning light shone through the window, and he moved to get out of bed. But right before he could make his move, Y/N stirred awake and saw him stretching in the early hours.

She loved watching him each morning when he did this. Something that was totally random but also captivating: his muscles tensing and collecting as he reached toward the ceiling, then flexed back into place; a sort of exercise that seemed to have a purposeful gracefulness - like every stroke of activity was intentional and playful all at once; in fact it felt like play. She opened her eyes just enough to follow his movements and noticed how they shifted from side to side, up and down - making her blush involuntarily whenever she caught him at it when she woke up.

Y/N watched Changbin step forward, his bare torso gleaming with moisture as he stretched upwards before moving left and then right. She had been dozed off for only a moment and yet she'd missed his entire routine. As he twisted around on his feet, Y/N was suddenly aware of how much effort had gone into this small amount of movement - she could see how each move was calculated perfection, a dance between muscle and bone that was mesmerizingly attractive to watch from afar.

And though they were only small moments in their day-to-day lives, Y/N couldn't help but appreciate even more just how special these little quirks about them made each other feel; as if no matter what life threw at them or where fate would lead them next year, this fleeting moment between them will always remain timeless amidst any turmoil or bliss that might come their way someday in the future together.

Hyunjin stepped out of the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist. He glanced in the mirror, inspecting his own reflection. Y/N observed from the room as he raked his hands through his damp hair, disheveling it in a way she adored- yet another one of his random gestures that always grabbed her attention.

It wasn't just the physicality of it, though; it was also the thoughtfulness and purpose that was so attractive to her. As he combed through each strand with his fingers, it appeared as if Hyunjin was almost creating a work of art in the mirror.

Y/N felt like an audience to a small performance because, although subtle, there was something oddly soothing about watching Hyunjin carefully arranging his hair in ways that he found pleasing. And when he eventually finished, he would look at himself in the mirror for a brief moment - as if to admire his own handiwork - before finally turning away and heading back to face Y/N again.

Every single time she saw him do this made her heart swell with appreciation for him; and it reminded her why she loved him more and more each day they spent together - no matter how small or random their moments may be.

Felix and Y/N walked down the busy street, their hands casually brushing against each other. As they weaved through the crowd, Felix felt a sudden apprehension that Y/N might get lost in the hustle and bustle. He placed his hand on her lower back, guiding her along the sidewalk. At first, Y/N was unsure how to react, but as soon as she felt the security of his touch, she couldn't help but crack a small smile. There was something so alluring about this man who cared for her well-being.

As they kept walking, Y/N noticed that Felix would randomly drop his hand to her side and then bring it back up to the small of her back. It wasn't anything overbearing or too intimate, but it was enough for her to feel comforted. Even in this chaotic environment, Felix was there for her - always ready to protect and guide her in whatever direction she needed.

Y/N couldn't help but find this gesture incredibly attractive; it spoke volumes about the kind of person he was and the lengths he'd go through just to keep her safe. It made her heart swell with love and admiration for him - a feeling that only seemed to grow stronger every time he did something like this.

Seungmin was speaking to Y/N, but instead of listening to his words, she focused on the way his hand moved excitedly.Every so often, he would raise his arm after he made a point and then move it slightly back and forth. It was an oddly endearing habit that she hadn't noticed before; in fact, it felt almost like he was performing a small dance with each movement of his arm.

Every time he moved the way reminded her how handsome he was, and when he stopped moving to take a breath, she couldn't wait for him to start again. Despite the simplicity of the gesture, Y/N couldn't help but feel captivated by it.

She loved how passionate and determined Seungmin was in whatever he did - even simply talking to her - and the way his hand moved only helped to emphasize this quality even further.

It made her see him in a different light - one filled with admiration and appreciation for every little thing about him; including these random yet attractive actions that only seemed to make her love him more.

Jeongin had stretched out on the couch, propped back against its cushions, as he chatted away on his phone. Y/N was just staring at the way he was stretched out- the way his arm casually hung off the edge of the couch, his hair slightly tousled, and how his mannerisms seemed to soothe her.

But then she noticed something else: the pad of Jeongin's thumb stroked back and forth over the seam in the couch cushion. The minuscule movement was almost unnoticeable in its pace, like a man counting his breaths to calm himself.

But nonetheless, Y/N found herself transfixed by it; and although it may have been subtle, there was something oddly attractive about this random act that he did without even realizing it.

It made her think about how thoughtful and attentive he was to everything around him; as if this small gesture embodied all of those qualities in one simple action. And with each passing moment, Y/N couldn't help but fall further in love with him for all these little things he did - both consciously and unconsciously - that made him who he was.

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cosmoeticss · 1 year

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The Pact | Aegon Targaryen Modern!AU (part one)

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Pairing: modern!Aegon Targaryen II x reader, slight Dalton Greyjoy x reader

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI Cheating, caught cheating, swearing, underage drinking, eventual smut. this is my ‘rom com’ fic so please expect rom com level corniness.

Note: This is probably gonna run for about 4 or 5 parts depending on how I lay it out but I’m so excited to share it with you. Also aegon isn’t show canon aegon obviously, I’m just very in love with tgc I pulled it from another random idea I had wrote out months ago with no plot line and made it into this. I hope y’all enjoy it.

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seventeen

The summer you turned seventeen had seemed never ending while you had been living it. The hot nights were spent next to your best friend, sneaking out to parties, stealing bottles from Aegon’s fathers liquor cabinet, and climbing out of bedroom windows to stargaze and ponder what the future would hold for you both. It wasn’t until that fateful August night – the night of his older sister's wedding – when you both had exhausted the dance floor and small talk with distant family members and friends, that you felt in the air that it was coming to an end.

You were sitting at your assigned table, music from the reception blaring as you finally discarded the sandals that had been hurting your feet all night, when you felt fingers brush your shoulder, grabbing your attention. You snapped your attention to the culprit, none other than Aegon Targaryen moseying past you, a bottle of Casterly Rock red wine tucked discreetly behind his back as he beckoned you to follow. You gave him a lopsided grin, jumping from your seat to grab on to his arm as you both made a break for the exit.

“Did they just let you take that?” you exclaimed, the excitement of getting caught jumping in your chest.

“I snuck in the kitchens while no one was paying attention,” he explained, arm linked with yours as he led you to a patch of soft grass outside the gardens of the Red Keep.

“And no one saw?” you raised an eyebrow at him, stifling a giggle as you both found your place on the ground next to each other.

“Don’t act so surprised, I can be sneaky,” he furrowed his brow, feigning offense. “Like a ninja.”

An earnest laugh bubbled in your chest as you took the bottle from him, making quick work of breaking the seal and attempting to remove the cork. “Of course, because the first thing I think of when I look at you is ninja.”

“Let me,” he snatched it back, rolling his eyes as you struggled. He winced as he tugged at the cork with all his might, letting out a breath of relief at the satisfying ‘pop’ as he finally freed it. “I’ve never had wine before. My mum drinks it all the time, though.” He admitted, passing it back to you.

“Alicent is a woman of taste. This isn’t just wine, Aeg,” you said, mimicking a dramatic posh accent as you lifted the bottle to your nose to breathe in the bitter, fruity scent. “It’s very fancy, expensive wine for very fancy, expensive people.”

Aegon chuckled, eyeing her as she sized up the thick, deep red liquid.. “Well tonight, we are very fancy people, so bottoms up, mate.”

You took a deep breath, raising the bottle to your lips and grimacing as the liquid reached your taste buds. Coughing at the flavor, you reluctantly swallowed the large swig you’d taken down, gagging in disgust as you handed the bottle back to Aegon who was already in stitches.

“Don't laugh!” you whined, only slightly embarrassed as you laid back in the grass. “It’s disgusting! I thought it was supposed to be good, your mum is mad if she drinks that all the time.”

“What happened to her being a woman of taste?” he took a big swig, handling it with much more grace than you had but expression still twisting with distaste as he spun the bottle to read the label. “Yeah, that's rank.”

“I told you.”

“Maybe we’re drinking it wrong,” he took another drink before setting it down and laying back with you, bringing his arm to rest under his head.

You rolled your eyes half heartedly. “How can you even drink something wrong?” you poked, fingers weaving through the blades of grass between the two of you.

“I dunno, maybe we’re not fancy or expensive enough,” he teased, his hand falling from his stomach to scoop yours up, fiddling with it as you both admired the clear sky above you, the smell of fall air just lingering in the distance like smoke.

You giggled sweetly. “Yeah, that’s it,” he hummed at your response. “I’ll stick with my good ol’ Vodka Cran’s, thank you very much.”

He groaned in mock annoyance. “You and those Vodka Cran’s.”

You pointed your joined hand at the bottle sitting unevenly in the grass. “They taste better than that, I’ll tell you what.”

He shrugged, smirking lightly at your defensiveness. “Cheaper too, I suppose.”

“Right,” you teased.

“Right,” Aegon squeezed your fingers as you two fell into a comfortable silence, the boisterous sounds of Rhaenyra and Harwin’s reception muffled by the distance and the chirping of nearby crickets were the only noise filling the air.

“I can’t believe Breakbones really cried when Nyra came down the aisle,” Aegon mused softly, breaking the pause. “I can,” you shook your head fondly at the memory of earlier today, as his fell to the side to look at you as you spoke. “He’s all big and tough on the outside, but on the inside the man is nothing but a softy, I swear it.”

“Do you think you’ll ever get married?” Aegon pondered, studying your vague expression, brows furrowing as he tried to decipher what you were thinking. “What?” He pressed as you didn’t answer straight away, lost in thought.

You snapped out of whatever trance the question put you in, finally meeting his gaze. “Um,” your eyes averted, blowing raspberries through your lips as you thought. “I dunno. I hope so.”

“What do you mean you ‘hope so?’”

You shrugged shyly in what felt like defeat. “I mean I want to someday, it’s just,” you paused, feeling a bit silly about what you were about to admit. “Seeing your sister and Harwin today, like they really love each other.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, still confused at where you were going with this.

“I just have a hard time believing anyone will ever love me that much,” you huffed, and his face softened. “Like I can’t imagine anyone ever wanting to be with me like that. I just don’t see it ever happening for me.”

Aegon shook his head in disagreement. “(Y/N), I’m saying this as kindly as I possibly can, but that’s complete bullshit,” you veered your attention back up to the stars, and hoped Aegon wouldn’t see your cheeks burning red. “You’re gorgeous, and like, the best person I know. There’s no way you’re gonna end up alone.”

“You think?” you frowned, holding back the tears that we’re pricking at your eyes.

“I know it,” he insisted. “Anyone who doesn’t see it is stupid.”

“Thanks, Aeg,” you fell into another silence, this one less peaceful than the last.

“I’ll marry you,” he muttered and nudged you then, causing you to chuckle.

“Would you now?” you rolled your eyes.

“I would!” he sat up slightly, shifting to his side and looking down on your jovial expression. “What? Do you think I wouldn’t be a good husband?”

You burst into playful laughter, softly hitting his chest with the back of your hand. “No, I’m sure you’d be a brilliant husband,” you jested, sarcasm evident in your town.

“I’m serious,” he raised his eyebrows at her, his bemused smile outing him entirely.

You put up your hands defensively. “I’m sure you are.”

“I think we’d be a great married couple,” he offered, rattling off the next few things that came to mind. “We already spend every day together, and they always say you should marry your best friend. Our wedding should be half as big as this one, though. It’s more intimate that way. With more dancing and better booze.”

You beamed at him in awe. “You’ve just got a pros and cons list, have you?”

“It’s been a very tough decision, but everyone else is insufferable so I might as well marry the one person who isn’t,” he affirmed, very matter-of-factly.

“And you’re so sure that I would want to marry you?”

His eyes fluttered over your face in admiration, your fingers still intertwined between you as he toyed with them thoughtfully. The action made your breath catch in your throat as you suddenly took note of how close you actually were.

“I’ll make you a deal,” Aegon rasped, mulling something over in his head a moment, thinking it through before putting it fully out there. “If we’re both not married or in a serious relationship when we’re twenty-seven, we’ll marry each other.”

“Ten years from now?” your eyes widened.

Aegon smirked. “Yes seventeen plus ten is twenty-seven,” he chaffed, causing you to smack him on the chest again.

“Thirty,” you wagered.

He shook his head softly. “Twenty-seven.”

“Twenty-eight?” you raised an eyebrow, he pursed his lips as he pondered your bargain.

“Twenty-seven and a half,” he detangled your fingers to offer out his pinky, you eyed it a moment before interlocking it with yours.

“Deal,” you whispered breathlessly. “Stamp it.” You twisted your hand to press your thumbs together.

“Uh-oh,” he grinned. “That’s legally binding now.”

“Uh-oh,” you busted out in a genuine laugh then, throwing your head back as he joined in with you, lying back down on the ground next to you and wrapping you up in his arms and pulling you into his chest. “I better make quick work of finding a husband if I want to get rid of you.”

“Silly girl,” he dropped a chaste kiss to the top of your head as you both drank in the night sky and the sweet dwindling of summer warmth. “You’ll never be rid of me.”

twenty-six

The second you had woken up that morning, you knew it was going to be a strange day. Strange was one way to put it. It had been the sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach that you had noticed while only half awake that morning, that hadn’t gone away no matter what you did. You weren't hungry, nor did you feel sick like you were going to spill the contents of your guts at any sudden moment, it was just that ever present sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach that followed you the whole day.

That sinking feeling, combined with the staleness in the air at The Golden Stag – the pub where you worked – and the King’s Landing summer heat swallowing you whole was what you thought really did you in. There you were, hunched over the cash register taking deep breaths. Her back was turned from the mild crowd, one hand gripping the POS monitor and the other twisted in a fistful of hair to keep it off your shoulders.

Gods, a shower would fix most of my problems right now, you thought, the thin layer of sweat covering you was only making things worse. You were almost so wrapped up in trying to will your ailments away with your mind that you didn’t notice your shift leader, Cassandra Baratheon, approaching from behind to use the register you were currently hogging.

As if on cue, you finally felt her presence, jolting from your spot to lean on the bar next to the register. “Sorry, did you need this?” you mumble as you do.

Cass cocks an eyebrow at you, “No worries,” she says as she begins punching in an order, her warm green eyes only leaving you to check the screen. “Are you sure you’re feeling okay? You don't look so good, lovey.”

“I’m probably fine,” you brush her off. “I’ve just been feeling a little off all day.”

Cassandra doesn't seem convinced. She looks over her shoulder, scanning around the room before bringing her attention back to you as you picked up a plastic laminated menu and began fanning your glistening chest with it. “Y’know we’re pretty dead,” she reasons. “If you wanna head out, no one would be mad.”

“What if it picks up?” you try, not wanting to sound too eager to bail so early in the night. Cassandra lifts up her wrist, her watch screen illuminating her face as she does.

“It’s almost one, love. I’m sure if we were gonna pick up we would’ve by now,” she pinched your elbow playfully. Gods bless this angel of a woman.

“I’m sure we’ll survive two more hours without you.”

You sent her a grateful look. “I’m sure I’ll feel better tomorrow.”

Cass rolls her eyes playfully at this, “Yeah, yeah. Just get out of my bar and go home,” she grins as she says it. “Make that himbo boyfriend of yours take care of you, I want you better by 6 tomorrow, missy.”

“Dalton? Coming anywhere near me while I’m sick?” you scoffed in spite of yourself as you collected your purse and keys, imagining it. “I highly doubt that will ever happen.”

“Jerk,” she frowned. “Tell him I said hi anyway, and be safe going home, would ya?.”

“I will,” you called over your shoulder, shuffling out to the street and starting the five block trek back home. You had met Dalton Greyjoy at work, a couple months after you and Aegon had first moved into the city after university four years ago. He was a regular at the Stag, and hit on you relentlessly for weeks until you finally took him up on his offer to let him take you on a date. Everything fell into routine after that first date, two months later you were official, and eight months after that you were moving out of yours and your best friends shared flat and into Dalton’s one bedroom down the street from your work.

Though it was a complete change of pace from having spent nearly everyday together since you’d met, Aegon didn’t mind. Sure, he wasn’t Dalton Greyjoy’s biggest fan but, he wanted you to be happy, and you seemed happy enough. It wasn’t like he particularly needed you to help with rent. He would have used his trust fund for the both of you to live there if you had allowed it, but you weren’t one to take handouts even from him. So your nightly chats under the starlit Westerosi sky turned to weekly chats and sometimes took place over the phone after a long weekend shift. And your days spent always together became midday coffee runs a few times a week, and tipsy visits while you were bartending with whoever he was seeing this month.

The newest one was called Sara, who despite her passive aggressive jealousy whenever you were around each other, seemed good for him. You didn’t know if this one would last, as they often didn’t, but had hoped regardless for Aegon’s sake.

The walk home had not been as bad as you had set it up to be, it was the rickety elevator in your building stamped with a neon yellow ‘out of order’ sign that was the real bitch. On any other night, the five flights up would be nothing, annoying at most, but now you were considering making a new home for yourself on the second floor landing. You paused as you made it to the third floor finally, bracing yourself against the wall as your chest heaved to give yourself a break.

Gods, all you wanted was your bed and some peace and quiet, and it was so close, almost right in reach. “Come on, (Y/N).” You mumbled to yourself, forcing your legs to continue on. When you finally reached your door, you pressed your forehead to the hardwood, dropping your purse from your shoulder and fumbling around for your keys before your fingers grazed the familiar plastic souvenir keychain Aegon had got you on your summer trip to Dorne last year. You unlocked the door, before stepping inside and pressing your back to the door to shut it, taking several deep breaths. Your lungs were putting in overtime, as if you’d just run a marathon.

As you finally steadied yourself, you moved to slide down the door to sit on the floor and finally remove your non-slip sneakers. As your fingers fumbled with the laces, you heard a muffled sound coming from your bedroom, almost as if your boyfriend had left the TV on in bed. “Babe?” You called out, ears perking to listen for a reply that didn't come. You furrowed your brow, eyes narrowing on an unfamiliar purse on the kitchen island in front of you.

Your breath caught as you halted the unlacing of your shoes and your gaze traveled to the ground next to you to find a pair of women's trainers that certainly weren’t yours.

No. You thought sharply, that sinking feeling that had been plaguing you all day gathering as bile in the back of your throat. Absolutely not.

You stood slowly, not fully registering what you knew you would find on the other side of your bedroom door. Your steps were achingly slow as you approached, fingers reaching out to graze the door handle, your eyes falling shut as the muffled noises became clearer. You swallowed the dreadful acidic feeling and mustered all the courage you had in you to twist the knob and push open the door.

They didn’t notice you at first, Dalton and the pretty brunette underneath him that he was rutting into, the girl who was certainly not you. The bile rose again, as you finally were able to find your voice. “What the fuck is this?” You spat, nausea taking over as the girl gasped and your boyfriend halted his actions, cursing as he pulled out of her and covered himself.

“Shitshitshitshit,” he hissed, frantically scrambling to find his boxers. “Babe, this isn’t what it looks like.”

Don’t cry.

“I’m gonna be sick,” you uttered, turning quickly on your heel to the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet before the contents of your stomach spilled out of you. You gripped the bowl tightly, hunching over and retching, as your body finally relieved itself of that nauseating, sinking feeling. You were left gasping for air when you were finally done, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

“(Y/N)?” Dalton whispered, fingers barely reaching your shoulder before you smacked them away harshly.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” you hissed, using what was left of your energy to push yourself to your feet.

Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry.

“Babe,” he rambled desperately, following her through the apartment as you hastily made your way to the closet. “I swear it’s not what it looks like. I don’t even really know her, it was just a one time thing.”

The girl, still tucked under your covers didn’t dare move or interject as you gathered any article of clothing in arms reach of you and stuffed it in an overnight back. “Oh, it was just a one time thing, was it?” you exclaimed, sarcasm dripping like honey from your lips.

“Yes! I swear!”

“Fuck you, Dalton. Is that supposed to make a fucking difference?” you shoved past him, and back into the bathroom to gather all your toiletries and stuff them haphazardly into the bag.

“Please, (Y/N). Let me explain,” he was right on your tail, a pitiful look on his face that made you want to bury your fist into it. “Can’t we talk about this?”

You scoffed. “There’s nothing to explain, I understand perfectly what’s going on here.”

“What are you doing?”

“Leaving.” you stated, matter-of-factly.

“Where?”

You barked out an insincere laugh. “I don’t see how that’s any of your fucking business, Dalton.”

His expression changed then, to something almost angry at the flip of a switch as you brushed past him to the door. “Oh, I don’t even have to ask, do I?” “I’d prefer if you didn’t, you fucking asshole,” you grabbed your spare pair of shoes by the door, making it the last thing you grabbed in your rage. “Besides, I don’t think you have any room to be patronizing me about Aegon when you were just fucking someone in our bed!” Your hand grabbed hold of the doorknob. “Fine, leave then,” Dalton threw his hands up dramatically. “Run home to your little boyfriend.”

Your head snapped, over your shoulder, stricken with disbelief as you shook your head. You wanted to say something clever, something just outright mean, something that would really hit him where it hurt. You wanted to be brave and put him right in his place, but no words came to you. You just stood there in the doorway, frozen in place, and utterly dumbfounded.

When you finally came to, you simply turned back to the door, opening it swiftly and slamming it shut behind you, stumbling down the five flights and into the street.

You finally let the tears fall then, a strangled sob erupting from deep within you as hot tears flowed freely and mascara ran down your cheeks. You took off walking through the city without a second thought – a babbling, crying, mess – to the only other place you wanted to be.

The sharp chime of the doorbell rang through Aegon’s townhouse a little after two, followed by a pounding on his door. He groaned, curling deeper into his covers in annoyance. “I don’t wanna,” he whined, hoping the assailant would get the picture and leave. It was to no avail though, the bell rang twice more, followed by that same hastened pounding.

He practically growled as he gave in, throwing the covers harshly off of him, making his way to the door. “Alright, I’m coming!” Aegon shouted frustratedly, not bothering to check the peephole to see who was waking him at this hour as he unlocked the door and flung it open. “Seven Hells, what?”

Aegon’s temper diffused at the sight in front of him. You stood pitifully before him, hands full, hair disheveled, eyes rung red and mascara running down your swollen cheeks from crying. “(Y/N)?” he pulled you through the door frame without a second thought, tense worry painted over his face. He shut the door behind you and helped to drop your bags to the floor. “What on earth is wrong, sweetheart?”

“I’m sorry I woke you up,” you hiccupped as he took your face in his hands, thumbs wiping away the tears that flowed freely. “I didn’t know where else to go, Dalton, he–”

Aegon’s jaw clenched when you couldn’t bring yourself to finish. “Did he hurt you?”

“No,” you shook your head frantically. “He didn’t touch me.”

“What did he do?” Aegon tried to remain calm at the state of you.

You sniffled, bringing your fingers to wrap around his wrists. “I walked in on him with another girl in our bed,” you sobbed, breaking Aegon’s heart as he pulled you into his chest.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he stroked the back of your head and rubbed circles into your back to comfort you as you wept. “I’m so sorry,” he muttered over and over.

“I was sick all day, and they sent me home from work early,” you lifted your head from his chest to look up at him. “I didn’t know what to do. I just came straight here.”

“It’s okay, I’m glad you did. Come on, sweetheart, let’s get you cleaned up,” he brushed away the hair stuck to your damp cheeks, taking your hand and grabbing your overnight bag as he gently led you to the bathroom. “Before I drive over there and kill him myself.”

Aegon wet a washcloth under cold water, handing it over to you to clean your face off. You accepted it gratefully, the cool sensation washing over you as you ran the rag over your face and neck. His lips dropped to your hairline, his hand coming to rub your arm softly. “I’ll grab you a sleep shirt.”

“Thank you,” you muttered hoarsely as he disappeared into the hall. You dug through your bag and the random things you remembered to grab during the fight. Aegon returned after you had nearly finished brushing your teeth, dark green t-shirt in hand.

He handed it over, leaning against the sink as you rinsed out your mouth. “I haven't touched your room in ages,” he admitted carefully. “Not since you left.”

Three years. Aegon hadn’t done anything with your room for three years.

“It’s empty then?”

“You took your bed when you left.”

You nodded thoughtfully, eyes glued to his chest. “I can take the couch and figure things out tomorrow.”

He shook his head softly. “No need, you can just sleep with me.” “Aegon,” you started. “I can’t ask you to do that.”

“You didn’t ask,” he shrugged. “And neither am I, come lay down with me. You need some rest and we’ll talk about everything in the morning. It’ll be a slumber party, like old times.”

“I’m not feeling very party right now, Aeg,” you chuckled humorlessly, looking over his facial features cautiously. “And coming from personal experience, I’m sure Sara wouldn’t be pleased to find me snuggled up to her boyfriend.”

If you call what you walked in on ‘snuggling.’

He pressed his lips together, shaking his head. “Well, it’s a good thing I’m not her boyfriend anymore then.”

Your eyes widened at his admission. “Aeg, why didn’t you tell me?” you moved to wrap your arms around him in comfort.

“It just happened last night,” he pulled you away to look you in the eye. “It’s alright. We’ll talk about it in the morning though.”

“Aegon—“ You protested as he pulled you carefully by the wrist towards his bedroom.

“In the morning,” he hushed you, straightening out the pillows and blankets that were splayed across his mattress to make room for you next to him as you changed into the shirt in his walk in closet.

When you emerged, clad in only his oversized ‘Hightower Family Reunion’ shirt, Aegon was already nestling under the covers. He gave you a sweet smile when he saw you, throwing them open to beckoning you in. You crawled into the spot beside his, the tension in your shoulders dissolving on the cloud he called a mattress. A sigh of relief slipped from your tear swollen lips, Aegon’s fingers found their home in yours between the two of you and he squeezed them three times, lulling you into relaxation.

You hummed softly, your eyes fluttering closed. The warmth of his bed and the smell of his cologne wrapping around you like a tender hug. “Goodnight, Aegon,” you mumbled sleepily, sinking deeper into the sheets.

“Goodnight, sweet girl,” he whispered, fingers drawing soothing circled into your palm. “I’ll see you when the sun is shining.”

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#house of the dragon #hotd #hotd aegon #aegon ii imagine #aegon x you #aegon targaryen #aegon the elder #aegon ii fanfic #aegon ii x reader #aegon targaryen smut #house of the dragon fanfic #house of the dragon imagine #hotd imagine #tom glynn carney

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sleepimali · 1 year

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Owlbits! 🦉🐰🌺

These are the March 2023 Big Dreamer sticker and print rewards that you can grab over on my Patreon until the month is over 💛 Some lore:

Owlbits are a magical relative of regular owls who have developed an almost supernatural sense of hearing, even compared to their relatives who are known to have the best hearing among non magic beings – they can hear a pin drop as far as fifty kilometres away. The reason for this extremely keen sense of hearing is that they used to be hunted for their incredibly soft and beautiful feathers centuries ago, as well as being sought after pets due to their ability to learn to both speak and understand humanoid languages.

During the war between regular humans and magic folks, magic folks also often tried to catch them to use them as spies, not only to spy on humans, but to spy on their magic folk enemies as well. It was a cruel twist of fate that the very hearing that was supposed to protect the owlbits was what caused them to become even more sought after.

Luckily for them however, they actually make extremely poor spies. You see, they have trouble differentiating sounds from one another in settings they are not used to, which often causes them huge headaches that essentially render them useless.

Moreover, they are incredibly emotional creatures and will cry if you make them do anything bad, to the point their captors considered it annoying. Additionally, most of their spy missions failed miserably because they turned into little agents of chaos that would fly straight into the enemy’s keep and ask them to help them be free or release their captive families from their evil kidnappers. And those said enemies would not waste an opportunity like this.

After all, if the owlbits can hear your enemies from that far away, they can also hear you. You can’t keep a secret from an owlbit once they get over their headaches unless you’re highly proficient in a particular type of magic – but even then, owlbits are known to be able to hear through magic wards.

So, picture this: You’re a lord plotting the downfall of your nemesis when you suddenly hear a loud thump on your window. You got to check it out, and to your surprise you find an incredibly frazzled and panicked little owl with rabbit-like ears. It’s crying.

It yells for you to help save them in a strangely adorable voice. A bad guy kidnapped them and told them to spy on you, but they can’t do it because the surroundings give them a headache.

“Interesting”, you say. “Tell me more.”

The creature cries harder and starts to list the ill deeds and plans of their kidnapper that they learned while they were supposedly in spy training for a many months – long enough to get used to the new environment.

You grin and pet their silly little head. “That must have been very scary”, you say. “Don’t worry, you’re safe now", you say, and then proceed to ask your new friend all the details they know, including the layout of the enemy’s stronghold.

Some time later, when you’re done dealing with your pesky foes, you release the little friend. They thank you, happily chirping that you’re a good person, before promising to come over for dinner occasionally and flying off.

You may not necessarily be a good person, but they don’t need to know that. All you know is you feel in your bones that trying to use this bird for your own potentially nefarious purposes would backfire spectacularly. That, and you can’t stop smiling.

You tell your staff to prepare a feast for next Sunday’s dinner, in case you have guests.

Despite their rather unfortunate past, the owlbits are now thriving. Much like humans, they truly enjoy the beauty of nature and are often seen stargazing on clear nights or basking in the sun on a warm spring day. They also enjoy decorating their nests with flowers and pretty trinkets.

And another fun fact: After learning more about people and society, they started to trade their own feathers and information they’ve acquired in their local area – nothing harmful though, of course.

These little business birds surprisingly do incredibly well.

(As long as you don’t try to make them pay taxes. It’s not that they’re greedy, it’s that they don’t understand accounting and they will cry.)

#ditd lore #fantasy creature #fantasy art #sleepimali #watercolor painting #watercolor art #artists on tumblr #traditional artist #original lore #owls #flowers

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write a love story about (y/n) and Alastor from Hazbin Hotel

Love Unbound: A Hellish Romance

In the tumultuous and ever-chaotic realm of Hell, where demons reveled in mayhem, and the unexpected was the norm, an extraordinary love story was destined to unfold. (Y/N), a spirited and adventurous human who had inexplicably found themselves in this nightmarish underworld, was on the brink of a whirlwind adventure. Little did they know, their heart was about to be captured by none other than Alastor, the infamous Radio Demon.

(Y/N) had always been a bit of a thrill-seeker, and being trapped in Hell was the ultimate adventure. They had navigated through the treacherous streets, forming unlikely alliances with demons of all shapes and sizes, and even dodging the clutches of terrifying creatures. But it was one fateful day when they stumbled upon the Hazbin Hotel, a dilapidated establishment run by the ever-optimistic Charlie, that their life took a truly bizarre turn.

Alastor, the enigmatic and unpredictable Radio Demon, was a frequent guest at the Hazbin Hotel. He was notorious for his twisted sense of humor, his love for vintage radio shows, and his uncanny ability to turn chaos into a symphony of mayhem. He was drawn to (Y/N) like a moth to a flame, intrigued by their fearless spirit and their talent for causing chaos wherever they went.

One evening, as (Y/N) and Alastor found themselves alone in the hotel's eccentric library, a mischievous glint sparkled in the demon's eyes. He decided to put on a show that would win (Y/N)'s heart in his own unique way.

"Darling, have you ever heard the tale of the Madcap Magician and the Daring Adventurer?" Alastor inquired with a sly smile, producing an old, dusty tome from the shelves.

(Y/N) was intrigued. "No, I can't say I have. Is it something you'd like to share with me?"

With a dramatic flourish, Alastor began to read from the book, his voice transforming the library into a stage. He conjured vivid images with his words, making the characters come to life. As the story unfolded, (Y/N) found themselves captivated, swept away by Alastor's storytelling prowess.

As the last words of the story echoed through the room, (Y/N) couldn't help but applaud. "That was incredible! I've never heard a story told like that before."

Alastor chuckled, his radio-like grin widening. "Ah, my dear (Y/N), I have a knack for making even the mundane seem extraordinary."

Their adventures together continued, and Alastor's craziness never ceased to amaze (Y/N). He took them on wild escapades through the unpredictable landscape of Hell, from crashing a demonic tea party to organizing a circus of misfit demons.

One evening, while they were stargazing on the roof of the Hazbin Hotel, Alastor turned to (Y/N) with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Darling, would you care to dance with the stars?"

Before (Y/N) could respond, Alastor snapped his fingers, and suddenly, the stars themselves came to life, swirling and dancing around them. They waltzed among the constellations, their laughter filling the Hellish night.

Their love was as crazy and imaginative as their adventures, filled with laughter, chaos, and an undeniable connection. (Y/N) had found their partner in madness, and Alastor had found someone who could match his eccentricity.

But their love story was not without its challenges. Hell was a place of constant turmoil, and danger lurked around every corner. Yet, (Y/N) and Alastor faced it all together, their love growing stronger with each trial they endured.

One particularly daring adventure involved infiltrating the lair of the fearsome Overlords, a group of powerful demons who ruled over Hell with an iron fist. With Alastor's cunning and (Y/N)'s bravery, they managed to outwit the Overlords and escape with a valuable artifact that could reshape the balance of power in Hell.

As they stood victorious, (Y/N) and Alastor shared a passionate kiss amidst the chaos. It was a kiss that defied the very laws of Hell, a kiss that symbolized their unbreakable bond.

Their love story continued to evolve, marked by countless adventures and moments of pure, unadulterated madness. Together, they explored the depths of Hell, from the fiery pits to the twisted forests, uncovering secrets and forging alliances with demons of all kinds.

They even decided to try their hand at opening a new business in Hell, a radio station called "Radio Havoc," where Alastor would spin his devilish tunes and (Y/N) would provide the chaos-inducing commentary. It quickly became a hit among the demonic denizens of Hell, earning them a legion of devoted listeners.

But even amidst all the chaos and mayhem, (Y/N) and Alastor found moments of quiet and intimacy. They would steal away to hidden corners of the Hazbin Hotel, where they could simply be together, away from the madness of Hell. These moments were filled with tenderness and affection, a reminder that their love was as real as anything else in this surreal world.

As time passed, (Y/N) and Alastor's love story became legendary in Hell, a tale of two souls who defied the odds and found love in the most unexpected of places. They became a symbol of hope and inspiration for all those who believed that even in the darkest of places, love could flourish.

In the ever-chaotic world of Hell, (Y/N) and Alastor's love story was a symphony of madness, a dance of demons, and an adventure of a lifetime. And as they held each other under the fiery stars, they knew that in Hell, they had found their own peculiar heaven, where love was as wild and unpredictable as the realm itself.

NOTE! This story was generated by OpenAI

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spencerkeg · 5 months

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As promised! Swapped gorls!

Again more character info under the cut ❤️

Emmy sustains her energy and love of the bizarre despite her new interests! I think she just really doubles down on stargazing for the sake of looking for aliens lol

Speaking of interests... it's not just robotics... But also I think it would be sweet if she and her stepbrother samuel could bond over vehicles!!

I did have to nerf her by taking away her nurse status bc she was too powerful already... I think it's fine to day she helps maintain the server so that Dr. Alex can receive and send patient charts across the internet.

Won't spoil WHO is the new demetrius and robin are, but in this au Emmy is from her mom's last marriage and Sam from his dad's last marriage. This is soley so Emmy can be older lol

I think she still likes gems but no longer in the mysticism way, now just in a fun geology nerd way lol

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Peony! Depressed! It was like a cruel twist of fate for penny to end up as shane but that's where the chips lie... I honestly couldn't decide if she should keep the alcoholism orrr-

If she became anyone else I would have kept that she hates alcohol but it's a little integral to Shane's character that he uh doesn't hate it.

My compromise... Recovering before you even meet her. The story, ahem...

Peony lived with her parents in the city and was a typical gifted student until she got into college and got mixed up with some bad eggs... The stress of exams and pressure from her parents lead to her addiction. After being hospitalized for one bad episode in particular her parents sent her to live with... HER GRANDPA! (aka marnie's new identity)

In pelican town she works all the time to raise money to pay her parents back for all the hospital and rehab bills out of a sense of guilt.

She gets along great with her little cousin though and he thinks she's very cool :)

#my art #art #sketches #stardew #stardew valley #stardew fanart #sdv #sdv emily #sdv penny #swap au

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tesnuzzik · 1 year

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✨ My art of 2022 ✨

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myprincero · 2 years

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im not really a painter but im obsessed with this skin and him

#twisted fate #tobias felix #league of legends #wild rift #stargazer

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moonlit-midnight · 1 year

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A gentle sunrise (to guide you back home)

Characters: Azul Ashengrotto.

Genre: Friendship, Romantic Fluff, Angst with a happy ending.

Summary: After three years of a beautiful friendship, Azul thought he lost you forever when you disappeared for eleven years.

Warnings:

Reader is a female and has long hair.

Set in the real world where portals exist. People can cross back and forth, but the inhabitants of the magical worlds can’t cross into ours.

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You and Azul Ashengrotto crossed paths at the age of fourteen.

It happened during your older brother’s wedding when you decided to wander around before the ceremony started. Time slipped off your mind upon stumbling on a purple portal in the stairway leading to the rooftop.

The enchanting gateway was glowing brightly as if beckoning you to cross it, so without hesitation, you stepped inside the portal.

You thought you were going to land on solid ground, but you fell straight from the sky, only to be caught by a pair of strong arms.

Fluttering your eyes open, you were greeted by the wondrous view of the sunrise sky, and dreamy sea-blue eyes looking at you with a wonderstruck gaze.

Judging from his appearance, the boy belonged to the merfolk.

You knew because this was possibly the realm that your parents stumbled onto once upon a time. Growing up, they would tell you tales about their adventures in a strange world called Twisted Wonderland and the magical beings that dwelled in there.

“Are you alright?” The teenage boy chimed in, still holding you in his arms.

“I’m okay, thanks to you.” You said, heart hammering in your chest.

“Did you perhaps come from the mortal realm?”

“How did you know?”

“You have no trace of magic. This is also the seventh time a non-magical person tumbled down Twisted Wonderland this week.” The boy said in a soft tone, hoping he didn’t offend you.

Ah! So this is really the world that my parents always gushed about fondly.

You felt your face growing warm upon realizing that you were still snuggled securely in the young merman’s arms. As if he was able to read your mind, he carefully lowered you down on the shallow rock pool that he was in.

“Sorry if I made you uncomfortable.” The silver haired boy muttered timidly.

“No worries. I’m the one who’s sorry for disrupting your activity.” You said, giving him an apologetic look.

“It’s alright, I was admiring the splendor of the sunrise. It’s a glorious scenery, isn’t it?” He motioned you to sit next to him.

“It is a glorious view indeed.” You sat beside him, eyes skyward.

After watching the majestic beauty of the sun rising over the horizon, you excused yourself, thanking him once again for saving you from falling.

“May I know your name?” You asked before departing.

“Azul Ashengrotto.” He waved at you, flashing you a smile.

“I hope to see you again.” You returned a sweet smile as you went back home.

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Two days later, you ventured into Twisted Wonderland again.

The portal was still in the wedding venue, and you were lucky it was located close to your house.

Since it was summer vacation, you would visit at least four times a week and spend two to three hours with Azul.

As if it was fate, he was always around every time you arrived.

In a span of five months, you bonded. Azul was your kindred spirit, and you were his favorite companion.

As many months passed and seasons changed, your friendship blossomed beautifully.

During your times together, Azul would transform into human form to make it easier spending his time with you.

On spring mornings, you would wander by the ocean, collecting seashells and gathering colorful beach flowers that got washed ashore.

On summer nights, you would stargaze at midnight and venture through the woods chasing fireflies.

On autumn afternoons, you would visit old bookshops, and bask beneath the warm sun after sweeping off dead leaves.

On winter evenings, you would sit by the fire, talking about the stars and the deep blue seas.

Your adventures might not be grand and fancy, but it was fun and it meant everything to you and your dearest merman friend.

★ —

On a warm, spring afternoon, you two were sitting on the sand.

You watched the fluffy clouds go by in the sky while Azul was weaving yellow beach flowers into a crown. He loved adorning your hair with those.

“Your heart,” Azul began.

“What about my heart?” You asked in a sing-song voice.

“I love your kind heart.” He gently placed the flower crown on your head.

“I love yours too.” You kissed his hand, thanking him for the pretty crown.

A comfortable silence fell upon the place as you returned to gazing at the infinite blue sky.

Azul on the other side was observing you quietly.

Recently you noticed his ocean blue eyes often fixed on you.

He struggled at eye contact with others, but he liked staring at you as if you were an artwork worth admiring.

“Hey Azul, I wonder why do you like staring at me as if you’re looking at the stars through a window?” You teased him, catching him off guard.

“I can’t help it…” Azul trailed off.

You gave him a soft look, signaling him to carry on.

“You’re breathtaking, and you’re honestly the most beautiful human girl I’ve met, both inside and outside.” His voice was shaking, but he was honest.

“So are you. I’ve always been fascinated and charmed by you.” You hugged him, whispering to him that he was the most spellbinding creature you’ve ever seen in this land.

Azul never doubted your genuine words, always filling his heart with light and sincere happiness.

“I’ve been thinking if you would like to go on an adventure under the sea? I brewed a breathing potion last night.” He asked, slowly pulling away from the hug.

“Finally!” You raised a fist in the air. “Took you two years and half to ask me. Of course I’d love to.”

You were thrilled to embark on a new, unforgettable adventure with Azul, but little did you know that this spring afternoon would be the last time you’d see each other.

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It’s been eleven years, and not a day goes by where I don’t miss you, my dearest friend.

Across many separating years, the twenty seven years old silver-haired merman didn’t forget about you.

Azul was still missing you, and aching for your presence.

He had a hope more powerful than the sea waves that you’d come back one day.

There were still lots of memories to create, adventures to embark on and new places to explore. He didn’t want to die until he had seen everything with you.

He would keep on waiting because there was no way he lost you forever.

During his time in NRC, Azul tried many ways to distract himself from his heartbreak caused by your sudden absence. It almost worked, but that was until he started his third year, you began haunting him in his dreams.

They were pleasant dreams, but the ghost of your beautiful face and your soothing voice often sent him crying.

Years after graduating and establishing his own business, you continued appearing in his sleep.

Azul was happy to see you in his dreams, but still, the closest he could get to you still wasn’t close enough.

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Azul wasn’t a fan of attending extravagant parties because these occasions suffocated him; the blinding lights, the unnecessary gossip, the loud chatters, and the nosy strangers asking him personal questions.

On one chilly, autumn evening, he was invited to his colleague’s engagement party, and he only showed up out of respect since he was good friends with the man.

The party started nicely, but Azul forced himself to leave in the middle of it when the place grew too crowded and the voices became too loud.

Once outside the venue, he loosened his tie and ran to the beach nearby the place.

The instant he reached there, he carelessly plopped on the white sand, hugging his knees close to his chest.

He stayed like that for a long time until his senses caught a whiff of an oddly familiar scent of sweet pea and freesia.

Slowly raising his head, his eyesight was met by none other than you; his long lost human best friend.

“Hello, Azul.” You were seated in front of him, gentle hands resting atop his knees.

His breath hitched at the sight of you.

He quietly took in your features; your soulful eyes full of wonder, your kind face lit with delight, and your hair tied in a messy bun as usual.

It was you indeed, and you looked even more beautiful than before.

“This is not a dream, right?” Azul blurted, eyes brimming with tears.

Shaking your head, you beamed a tender smile before taking him into your warm embrace.

You felt him shuddering as he cried in your arms, so you tightened your hold to assure him that he wasn’t hallucinating.

“I’m here for real.” You whispered and kissed his temple.

Later that night, you told him the unfortunate events that unfolded during your absence.

Eleven years ago, on the day Azul promised to venture with you under the sea, you got caught in a horrific car accident on your way home from school.

The taxi cab you rode collided with a truck, and the impact was severe that it put you in a comatose and caused you critical injuries.

You woke up after a year and half, but despite your survival, you suffered from slight memory loss due to the trauma and harsh impact on your head.

Your new life wasn’t easy. You became homeschooled until your final high school year because it was hard being around people while you were in a slow stage of recovery.

You got accepted in a decent university, but you withdrew after a few months, and thankfully your dear parents were supportive of your decisions.

Your mind wasn’t in your studies, so you pursued something you were passionate about since childhood which was baking.

Your oldest maternal aunt hired you in the bakery shop she owned, and since you were good at baking, you eventually became a full time employee.

Fast forward to the present time, you were fully recovered and you restored the remaining memories you lost.

Once you remembered the name Azul Ashengrotto, you wasted no time to go through the purple portal hovering in the backyard of your house.

For the past eleven years, it was always there, but you never bothered to cross the portal since you lost your memories of Twisted Wonderland, and your condition didn’t allow you to venture through the many other portals scattered across the human realm.

“I thought I lost you forever. I’m glad you recovered, and I’m glad you’re back.” Azul released a sigh of relief.

“Me too,” You breathed softly. “I’m happy to be here with you again.”

“Say… do you have someone in your heart?”

“Yes, there’s a good man who holds my heart dearly.”

“Hmm, good for you.”

“What about you Azul, are you dating someone?”

Azul stared at you for a long time, pondering on your question.

“No, I’m not. I haven’t thought of pursuing a love life all those years.” He gazed at your kind eyes with an aching yearning. “I was waiting for you. I’d rather be blue over you than be happy with someone else.”

Hearing his confession, you felt your heart blooming with endless delight.

Who would’ve thought that the merman you fell in love with when you were sixteen reciprocated your romantic feelings all these years?

“I love you, Azul.” You declared, a sunshine smile touching your face.

“I love you too, dearest.” He echoed the same radiant smile, pulling you in a gentle kiss filled with years of longing and endearing affection.

#🌸hannah’s musings #twisted wonderland #twst #twst fanfic #twst scenarios #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul ashengrotto x fluff #twst x azul #twst x fluff #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x angst

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averysmolbear · 1 year

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A Little Twist of Fate

CW: this one is a little angsty but also very fluffy. I would say that this fits into the last season, part 3, pretty well but it doesn't really contain any spoilers for anything. The reader in this one is pretty gender neutral and no pronouns are used for the reader beyond "you". If you notice anything that I should have tagged, let me know so I can include it!

A/N: Although this turned out differently than it originally played out in my head, it is still inspired loosely by @roseofdarknessblog's fic right here and by a f/o letter that I purchased from Etsy which is here in case you wanted to see what I'm talking about.

Reiner stared with wide eyes when he saw you walk into the room. With everything that had been going on, somehow he hadn’t expected to see you again. Even more than that, he hadn’t expected to see that faint blush on your cheeks as your eyes met.

He knew this wasn’t the time or the place but seeing you now reminded him of just how much he had missed you. When he left all of those years ago, both of you just teenagers, Reiner had felt like his heart had been ripped out of his chest. He loved you; he always had and seeing you now reminded him that he still did.

You had trusted him, had heard him out when he tried to explain himself to you. He had never been certain if you believed him or not, at least not at the time, but there had been a part of him at the time that had wanted to take you back with him to Marley. It was probably childish delusion on his part at the time but Reiner hadn’t cared. Even when Bertholdt had tried to remind him of their mission, even when he had gotten home again.

Part of the reason he had thrown himself back into fighting was because of you. He still remembered how gently you patched him up – even if he didn’t need it – when he had been a cadet. You had doted over him, worried about how he felt and fretting over whether you had taken care of his injury properly. You were still learning how to be a medic with dreams of being a nurse and Reiner would find reasons to spend time with you whenever he could manage it.

He looked at you now and remembered the first time you had kissed. The two of you had slipped away and met up one night to go stargazing. He had been so taken by how lovely you looked in the moonlight so he had kissed you. You had been so shy, telling him that he was your first kiss but you had been his first kiss too. He had even told you that he loved you, even though you weren’t ready to say it back at the time. Reiner had waited patiently for the day you’d love him too and when you finally said it to him, he had been thrilled. So much so that he had nearly told you everything right then and there.

And when he left without saying goodbye? It had hurt him as much as he imagined it had hurt you.

But you were here now and he could fix everything, couldn’t he?

Reiner wanted to laugh. Of course you would come back into his life during what felt like the end of the world. Both of you could die today but what if you both lived? He needed to know that there was still a chance for him to make what he had done to you right.

You sat down beside him without a word and Reiner could feel you trembling. He hesitated but he carefully wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer to his body. When you sighed, he closed his eyes and let himself bask in being near you again. He knew that you two probably wouldn’t have another moment alone again so after what felt like the longest moment in the world, he cleared his throat.

You looked up at him, blinking slowly, and you smiled.

Reiner felt his heart skip a beat but his chest felt so tight, it was like he couldn’t breathe. Now he was the one who was trembling. How did he, of all people, deserve to have you still smile at him that way?

He closed his eyes tightly as he looked away, unable to meet your gaze. “You make me want things I can’t have,” he muttered, hoping that you wouldn’t hear him.

You reached out and touched the side of his face and gently turned him toward you. Your fingers brushed along his strong jaw and you sighed softly when he fixed his golden honey eyes on your face again.

“Still acting like you’re not allowed to be happy I see,” you said, trying to keep your tone light. Your eyes stung with unshed tears but you blinked them away the best that you could. “It’s good to see you again.”

Reiner let out a humorless chuckle. He reached up and took your hand in his, gently pulling it from his face. He laced his fingers with yours and shook his head, a smile threatening to tug up the corners of his lips. He lifted your hand to his lips and kissed your knuckles gently.

“I’m sorry, y/n,” he said after taking a deep breath. Now that he was looking into your eyes again, he didn’t want to look away. His thumb gently brushed along the top of your hand. Those brief words caused the rest of what Reiner had been wanting to say to you to tumble from his lips in a rush. “I’m so sorry for the way that I left. I’m sorry that I never said goodbye. I know that I just … left but there wasn’t any time. I wanted … I wanted to take you with me. I did.”

“Slow down,” you teased although you had heard every word he said. It made your heart ache to remember those moments. “I’m not going anywhere. You don’t have to rush.”

Reiner smiled now as he nodded his head slowly. “I just … I need you to know that I missed you every day,” he said, lifting your hand to his lips again to kiss your knuckles again. “I loved you. I … I love you. I never stopped, y/n.”

You nodded as your fingers gently played with his. As much as you wanted to reply in kind, your mouth felt dry and you couldn’t seem to form the words that were dancing around in your head. You smiled, however, and that seemed to be enough for Reiner for now.

“If you would have asked me to stay, I would have,” he continued. “I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness but I’m sorry.”

You shook your head slowly before leaning in to softly kiss the corner of Reiner’s mouth. “You keep saying that,” you said, your voice almost a whisper. “If this had been even a year ago, I don’t know if I would have been ready to forgive you. But now? Who knows how much time we have. I don’t want to waste it mad at you or anything.”

Those words seemed to spur something in Reiner. He cupped your face in both of his hands and kissed you softly, savoring the taste of your lips and the feeling of you so close again. He had missed this and he knew that no matter what happened today, he was going to do everything he could to make it back to you. He didn’t want to move from where the two of you were but he knew there wasn’t enough time, not for everything he truly wanted to say and do with you.

“Be safe today,” Reiner softly whispered against your lips, hardly pulling back from the kiss. “I don’t know what I’d do if anything happened to you.”

You blushed and nodded, pulling back a little more. You knew that if you both lingered here any longer, it could be trouble. “You need to do the same,” you said as you leaned back. “I just got you back, Reiner. Don’t do something stupid.”

Reiner pulled you close again, holding you in his arms and keeping you on his lap. He wasn’t letting you go until he absolutely had to because he remembered what it was like to be without you. Having you back gave him even more reason to fight and even more reason to make sure that you survived. Reiner knew he couldn’t afford to be reckless but he was going to do whatever it took to make sure he could somehow give you the happy ending that you deserved.

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